#beans to harvest yesss

[blazingstaro]

EYYOOOOO PAW GANG LESSGOOOO

I’ve alwas loved the way you draw your Puffs, Post!!

I do somewhat similar with my Puffs too! 💜 AAA SO COOL TO SEE MORE FOLKS DO PUFF PAWS <333

Weird question, but do your orbs have paws, or cute little nubs that somehow turn hand-like when they wear the gloves? You're never drawn them without gloves, I don't think.

I like to think the older orbs have paws, complete with little retractable claws! (putting on gloves makes them appear more hand-like)

For some more specific headcanons, claws aren't shown very often, and usually come out as more of a last resort defense. In GK's time, they were more commonly used (though GK specifically was trained not to show them as part of keeping up an image). But, in present day, puffballs have evolved to rarely rely on them. Swords are a bit more favorable.

Some have more control over the reflex than others do! Part of it is how they were influenced by their surroundings when growing up.

And at last, some miscellaneous glove facts while we're here:

the fabric of typical gloves is stretchy, with a touch of magic that lets them morph from a mitten shape to individual digits when needed (you might've seen in the anime that MK will occasionally point at something, and his mittens will instead look more like separate-fingered gloves in that moment—probably for the sake of clarity, but I like to think it's just a little pinch of magic)

They're a common accessory in the galaxy, though white gloves are the typical choice for most puffballs

Inexplicably difficult to stain. Give em' a good wash and somehow they always come out looking pristine and as good as new—Granted you didn't shred them in a fight, that is.

To a certain extent, they adjust to whatever's beneath them, so claws won't pierce through, but they'll still be just as sharp.

Hope you enjoyed some rambles there anon, thank you for the ask!

[granny-core]

Inspired by Héléne, can you tell us about your gardening? What do you prioritize and how do you go about making choices? ♥️ Alicia in the US (Iowa)

Yesss!💖💖💖 I could talk about gardening for ages, hahaha! I'm sorry if this is more information than you asked for.

Two things that very much affect my priorities are space limitations, and the cold Norwegian climate. Another thing is that I personally care more about maximizing the amount of food I get to harvest, than I do about the aesthetics. This means I usually go for cold hardy vegetables that will tolerate a short growing season and don't take up too much space, and don't grow flowers that aren't edible. This garden came with a lilac hedge surrounding it though, so that's a bonus!

The space I have available is greatly limited by the fact that I don't own my home, so all changes I do to the garden have to be at least somewhat reversible for future tenants. I currently have three raised beds, as well as lots and lots of large pots, haha. My biggest priorities are potatoes and carrots (super easy to grow in this climate, nourishing, and makes for a pretty good amount of food in a small space), as well as tomatoes (because I really like them). I usually go with early micro-dwarf cherry varieties in pots, because they grow quickly and will have time to ripen before it gets too cold. I can also carry them back inside if some days are colder in spring. Aside from my staples, I like to try something new every year, like daikon, bell peppers, sugar snap peas, strawberries, pumpkins, etc. I do have IBS though, so I try not to grow veggies that I can't really eat, like beans, onions and garlic haha. I tend to keep some fresh herbs too, but the cold and wet summers here make some of them quite hard to grow, so I stick to stuff like chives and parsley.

I also grow some edible flowers, mostly for fun. Violas and pansies are my favourites, and I usually end up growing way more of them than I should. I also like to have some dwarf sunflowers around.

If I am able to afford buying a home, I would like to plant raspberries, blackcurrants and redcurrants as well. Most Nordic gardens have them because they are super easy to grow, stay forever with little to no care, and produce lots and lots of berries no matter how awful the summer weather gets, hahaha!

Summing things up, I prioritize veggies that I know I like, that tolerate the climate, and that don't take up too much space. I also try to save some money on seeds by collecting my own!

[bomberqueen17]

i can’t get instagram to crosspost anymore

so here’s a little photo dump of this weekend.

Morituri te salutant: the flock, on their last morning. I had to get in with them to film the second half of an instagram reel for one of the guys who came to help out. actually fairly entertaining, but as i was recording one of the turkeys tried to eat the zipper of my pants pocket.

[image description: a Broad Breasted Bronze tom turkey eyes the camera, feathers magnificent, while approximately 154 other turkeys mill around in the background in a pen next to the barn.]

cut for length, and a couple mostly-non-gory processing photos, but give it a miss if you’re not into animal harvests!

the eviscerating room, a finished product. i’d had to go out to fix my apron so i took some photos while my hands were not-sterile, before i scrubbed back in.

[image description: in a room with white plastic walls and stainless steel fixtures, a woman stands center foreground grinning manaiacally and holding up a freshly-cleaned turkey carcass by the hips, drumsticks poking upward and wings spread akimbo.]

the outer room, the “kill room”; foreground is head and neck removal, right is finish plucking to pass through the window to the evisceration room, background is the kill area but the kill cones are low enough that they’re out of sight behind the people. Because of the scald tank the air is full of steam and it’s quite dramatic. [image description: seven or eight people in a room with white walls and ceiling and a concrete floor, full of stainless steel tables and large grungy white tubs on the floors; one of the foreground figures is wielding a large pair of loppers, and two off to the side are working on a large pink turkey carcass.

The turkeys went so smoothly that we had the afternoon off, so my sister took advantage of that and the extra manpower (me and a former apprentice who was back in town to help out) to move the geese from way out on pasture to just behind the house. They were easy to herd and stuck very close together, which was ideal. Once in place, Farmkid got in to play with them and discovered that if she honked they’d honk back, if she chased them they’d run, and if she ran they’d chase her. [image description: eighteen white geese on a grassy hillside, and a small girl in a blue coat is either running away or towards them, mid-turn.]

a break: beans the cat, purring loudly and putting her claws in juuuust enough that you don’t forget she’s there. [image description: closeup of a long-haired tortoiseshell cat sitting smugly on the knee of a man in blue jeans and a flannel shirt, indoors.]

and a final punchline. These are the laying hens, but one of these hens is not like the others. (She’s so integrated this is the closest photo of her I could get.) 

[image description: indoors in the livestock barn, with nest boxes and a shade cloth framing the scene, several dozen hens of mixed black-and-white and red plumage are clustered around feeders. In the middle of the background, one of the birds is visibly three or four times the size of the others, and in fact it is Pumpkin the free-range turkey, who discovered the hens’ winter home and has requested to move in, and now we don’t have the heart to eat her, so there she’ll stay, at least for now.]

yesss those hens are in molt and no we’re not pleased about it, nobody’s fucking laying and we have to buy in eggs, but. i mean. them’s the breaks sometimes.

[shirtlesssammy]

10x22: The Prisoner

Hey Guys! We’re finally done with recapping all of Andrew Dabb’s episodes this week. For the rest of hiatus we’re doing a mix of favorites and not-so-favorites (*cough* finally addressing some of the Buckleming episodes *cough*) Six weeks until the final season. Agh!

Shreveport, Louisiana

Nerd Boy Styne leaves school only to be harassed by local burnouts. They want to know how much of a virgin he is (um, is there a gradient on that?) (Natasha: Virginity. Is. A. Construct.) Nerd Boy bites back HARD which does not sit well with Alpha burnout.

He’s pushed to the ground but is “saved” by his older brother. I get the feeling that he’d rather take his chances with the burnouts.

Later, Alpha Burnout is enjoying his Slushy and stayin’ alive when he notices a car following him. He takes off but runs into Older Brother Styne. Styne #2 creeps up and puts a plastic bag over his head and bye bye burnout.

*FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK ALERT*

Sam and Dean are building Charlie’s pyre. We get flashbacks as they burn her body. Sam tries to say some words but Dean is full of rage and doesn’t want to hear it.

He even goes so far to tell Sam that he should be on that pyre instead of her. Oh boy. He tells Sam to stop what they’re doing to help him. The Mark isn’t going to kill him. Meanwhile, he WILL find who killed Charlie and end them all.

Nerd Boy Styne is busy playing video games and chatting with a friend. He has plans on moving to LA, but can’t tell his family because they’re scary and will kill him. His older brother lets him know their father wants to see him.

Cut to the elder Styne (listen, I HATE this storyline, I HATE that they killed Charlie, I HATE it all. I am not putting any effort into finding out any of their names. They’re all just Styne #1-4 to me.) He’s berating Styne with no arm about not getting the book and losing his arm. He tells his father about the bunker’s lore.

First, he’s got to get a new arm, so they bring in Nerd Boy (Fine, Nerd Boy can have a name-- it’s Cyrus) and show him Alpha Burnout and tell him to carve him up. He doesn’t want to. Jesus, his dear old dad says he’s going to do this or his dad will do it and then he’ll tie up Cyrus and do the same to him. W o W.

Dean calls another hunter, Rudy, about a lead on the Stynes.

Cas and Rowena continue to work on the Book of the Damned.

For Too Much Beauty in One Shot Science:

Sam comes back and wordlessly tells Cas that Charlie is gone. Sam then says that Dean knows and that he promised Dean that he would shut down their little plan. Rowena, still the delightful antagonist here, wants to know what’s going on. They opt not to fill her in. Cas asks the only important question: “What about Dean?” Sam looks at the GPS on his phone pointing to where the Impala is when he gets an email from Charlie. It’s the codex. Rowena can now read the Book of the Damned.

Sam tasks Cas with finding Dean. Sam’s going to keep with their plan. He’s going to save his brother.

He then demands that Rowena read the Book. She’s not so inclined right now. She wants Crowley dead first.

Back at Casa Styne, the burnout is dead and brother Styne has a new arm. Cyrus is devastated.

Dean’s made it to Louisiana and gets pulled over by the cops. They dare to knock out Baby’s rear lights and Dean goes for one of the cops and gets arrested for his effort. I mean, I’m really surprised at the restraint Dean shows here? He doesn’t fight really. He could have busted up both the cops with little effort.

At Phil’s Diner, Crowley enjoys the best cup of coffee he’s ever had (and I’m enjoying the midcentury set design!).

Seth, the server, tells him that he learned how to make a good cup in Ecuador. Next, he’d like to head to Asia. It’s just a dream though. Crowley is in the business of making dreams come true. He gets a call from Dean before he can seal any dream making deals though. Then he gets a text with where to meet Dean --in Kansas, not Louisiana.

Dean’s at the sheriff’s station having his entire rock alias collection uncovered (not to mention the secret arsenal of weapons in the Impala). The officer wants to know who Dean is. “I’m the guy who’s going to get out of here in about 30 seconds.” He then proceeds to knock a mug of pens over. The guy comes over to Dean and Dean promptly gets him in a headlock, demands the handcuff’s keys and knocks the guy out cold. I’d say that took maybe 15 seconds.

Dean finds the sheriff talking to someone on the phone.

He butts him with a gun once for lying and once again for hurting his car. He then demands the sheriff tell him who he was talking to --one of the Stynes, but they own this town and there’s no way Dean can take on this family. Challenge Accepted! (Also: let’s just temporarily think about Dean saying: “Yeah, well I kill gods” as we head into the final season.)

Crowley makes a fabulous entrance into a nasty warehouse, looking for Dean. <Insert 8,000 booty call jokes here> Sam shoots him with a devil’s trap bullet. Sam reveals that he lured Crowley there with a faked phone call from Dean. He flourishes the demon-killing knife and a hex bag, before stuffing the bag into Crowley’s pocket. Oh, and he has a final message from Rowena: “She should’ve taken the three pigs.” Sam x Rowena: murder couple extraordinaire!

Dean casually kills his way into the Styne compound and it’s half James Bond ease and half YIKES OH NO KILLER DEAN BEAN.

Inside, several people point guns at Dean surprise-party-style, while another Styne sneaks a plastic bag onto his face, smothering him. (Query: why are there no women in this family except the single hot nurse? Lame.)

Sam continues to listen to Crowley monologue as he slowly crumples under Rowena’s curse. Crowley insists that he’s been creating a friendlier Hell. “I thought if I did better, I might actually feel something again. That it might matter.” Sam reminds Crowley - and us - that he’s killed a lot of people we care about. Crowley admits to being monstrous and he looks up at Sam. His eyes glow red as he rises, tosses out the bullet, and thanks Sam for jolting him back into his true King-of-Hell give-’em-hell mindset.

Sam started Crowley on his human journey, so I guess it’s fitting that he’s ended it as well.

Dean wakes up on the Styne operating slab. They tell him they’ll kill him and harvest him. (So, like, just do it and quit the smirky speeches?) Dean points out the Mark - he can’t die but he CAN come back as a demon so...don’t say he didn’t warn you. In very little time, Dean dispatches the entire operating theater, killing Elder Styne riiiight in the middle of his evil villain monologue. (For that, we applaud you, Crazed Killer Dean.)

The other Stynes break into the bunker, which is currently unoccupied. They plan to loot and then burn it which, yep, seems pretty much on par with what we’ve seen of these yahoos.

Sam calls Rowena and tells her about the failed hex bag. Rowena’s entirely unimpressed at Sam’s killing prowess and snaps at him to finish the job he started. Mmmhmmm yesss gurl!

Cas calls Sam from the Styne estate. It’s a bloody mess; Dean took out the whole dumb Styne storyline - I mean, family. Now, Dean’s headed back to the bunker.

In the bunker, Cyrus digs through books while Formerly-One-Arm makes dick commentary like, “So this is what I know about Dean Winchester. He's got crappy taste in music, got a hot mom, and he loves flannel.” Man, what I wouldn’t give for a late-season Mary Winchester to show these Stynes what’s what! They finish piling stuff in the middle of the library and pour fuel over everything. A single match gets dramatically lit when the other Styne Stooge stumbles in, stabbed.

Dean Winchester appears, covered in blood and looking so pissed that he’s practically on the other side of the emotion by now.

Formerly-One-Arm Styne disrespects Charlie and, despite Dean’s dead-eyed stare, we’re really ready for Dean to let go and beat this jerk down. Without further preamble, Dean shoots him in the head. Dean then threatens Cyrus, who begs for mercy. He doesn’t have monstrous stitches and he hates his family! (Though it’s strongly implied that Cyrus is complicit in his bully’s death and de-arming.) “There's bad in you,” Dean tells him in response. “It's in your blood. Now you can deny it and you can run from it all you want, but that bad will always win.” Oh, Dean Bean. The Mark’s got you well and truly hooked now. Dean kills Baby Styne.

Cas walks in, horrified by what Dean’s done.

….And then they hug it out and go for milkshakes!

Right?

Ugh, okay. Fine. Cas confronts Dean about his faulty moral compass.

Dean flares up about Sam and Cas’s secret project to cure Dean. Cas insists that Dean needs help. “Maybe you could fight the Mark for years. Maybe centuries, like Cain did. But you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn, and you will turn. Sam, and everyone you know, everyone you love...they could be long dead. Everyone except me. I'm the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So if there's even a small chance that we can save you, I won't let you walk out of this room.”

Dean continues to glare at Cas.

……..And then they hug it out and go for milkshakes!

(Boris and I will take just a moment to picture Cas staying by Dean’s side for centuries. Please do not mind the sound of quiet weeping.)

Instead of milkshakes and hugs, there’s a terrible fight where Cas only defends and doesn’t attack. He begs Dean to stop his march into darkness and in response Dean beats him bloody. He pulls out Cas’s angel blade and raises it to strike. As Dean hovers above his bloodied friend, Cas simply says, “Please…”

Dean stabs a nearby book instead, and stalks out of the bunker leaving nothing but terrible feelings in all of us - and a clear threat of future murderous intent.

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The Mark of Quotes is Changing You!

An angel that rejected Heaven. That's like a fish that wants to fly, or a dog that thinks he's people. I’d be happy to kill her, she just called me a fish.

You got seventeen fake I.D.'s, and a trunk full of guns, knives, freakin' ninja stars... I mean, who are you, man?

Aren’t you a clever kitty?

You can save me the speech on the three hearts, the two spleens, the seven nipples, for the ladies... or the fellas, I don't judge.

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