#beehive fences

[farmerstrend]

How Beehive Fences Support Farmers and Protect Elephants From Raiding Farms in Kenya

“Discover how innovative beehive fences are reducing human-elephant conflicts in Kenya, protecting crops while generating income for local farmers through honey production.” “Learn about Kenya’s groundbreaking beehive fence project, where bees deter elephants from farms, providing a sustainable, nature-based solution to human-wildlife conflict.” “Explore the science behind Kenya’s beehive…

[eggceptionallyrotten]

I genuinely do not understand vegans who have trouble with bee products?

I mean... you can't exactly cage a beehive.

If the bees dislike a beekeeper's conditions they can just leave. Yes- moving hives is extremely dangerous for the colony, but they WILL leave if they do not feel like they are in good conditions and will even abandon perfectly good, old hives if they get too crowded with honey to be able to brood young. It's simply not advantageous to overharvest from your bees, they'll just up and fucking leave if they feel they're being exploited.

Beekeeping is a symbotic relationship between the colony and the beekeeper.

The beekeeper gives them a home and regularly maintains and cleans it, so they won't get crowded out by their natural overproduction. A beekeeper also protects hives from natural predators who wants to who would take no hesitation in destroying a wild hive to eat the larvae and honey. And in exchange, we just keep that little bit of excess "waste" that we clean away for ourselves and give it value.

[jasminumdew]

Bear & Honey

Bear!Price x Beekeeper!Reader

Tag: fem reader, bear shifter John Price Word count:  638

It’s the second winter you’ll spend in this town. This one seems quite more brutal, with snow filling the ground in the beginning of November. Your beehives are all wrapped up, prepared for the bitter season. The bees started to become less active than in the warmer seasons since there were no flower fields blooming within this town in this temperature. To assist them, you mixed some sugar syrup and left it on the hive-top feeder. The beehives have been here for only half a year, so you’re not the most experienced when it comes to taking care of them. But your neighbor - John Price - was a great helper. You didn’t miss the way his crinkle eyes deepened when you asked him for help building the beehives. He sometimes stops by after work to check the frames or just to have some tablespoons of honey from you. He always offers to help you out, cause “that’s what neighbors are for, right?”. 

However, recently you’ve been quite concerned over his health. John seems to be vulnerable to the cold, you thought, for last winter you never saw him go outside. At first you thought he went out of town, but the dim yellow light of the heater through his windows says otherwise. The only interaction was that every two weeks he texted you, pleading with you to buy him some food and a big jar of wild honey. You didn’t mind driving a few extra miles to help your hot, older neighbor a bit. Poor guy, too sick to take care of himself, so you cooked an extra portion every meal then left it at his front porch. 

Last Sunday morning John went over your fences. There are bears around in this area lately, he said, though you’ve never seen or heard one, but John’s been living here for so long, so he must be right. Little did you know, the beehives are all destroyed by this early morning. All the honey was licked and devoured, even the frames were chewed and left the scattered debris all over the yard. You choked out a cry, throat tightening and eyes burning red, seeing months of your hard work dying out in front of you. It cannot be fixed, with the majority of the colony being eaten like this. The fences that John set up himself were also smashed by its massive weight. 

You immediately call John to come by, in fear of bears still lurking around. The phone keeps beeping but he never answers. Your heart was beating like a drum in your chest, since your houses were so close to each other, could it be that John has already encountered the bear and was attacked by it? You instantly grab the nearby uncapping knife and run to his house. The front door was wide open, deep scratches on the wall and his wallpaper being torn, the smell of grass and honey lingers in the air of his house exposing the presence of the unwanted intruder. Your body shivers, you slowly head to his kitchen where you heard his voice.

“John? Are you okay?”.  Before you finished your sentence, you saw John shape-shift into a giant brown bear just a few meters from you. His head snaps to your direction and runs towards you immediately. Before your head can even process what to do next, he pushes you to fall on your back, using his big furry body to pin you down. “Shh, don’t yell, calm down love”. Your lungs are burning from lack of air as you struggle to push him off of you. “I’m sorry for your hives, darling. I was starving, you’ll understand, right? You’ve been such a good girl for me. I can fix it in the spring, but for now, you’ll stay here with me”.

Note: this is my first time writing fiction so I know it's not really good, but I hope you guys had fun reading this.

[justmyowntinyworld]

~Random Fun Facts~

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I recently learned that elephants are scared of bees!! And some places keep beehives by their fences to keep elephants from eating their crops!

Even those cute gentle giants have fears and that’s ok :)

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

I thought that this house was in Europe, but it's actually a 1994 build in Holliday, Utah. According to the description, renowned architect, David Easton, designed this Cape Dutch style cottage and put his heart and soul into every detail. The roof is thatch (where do you find someone to maintain that?). 2bds, 3ba, $4.5M.

Interesting to see a clock on the exterior of a home- gives it a Bavarian look.

A "sally port" goes thru the middle of the house.

Too small to be a sun room, this addition is an interesting window jut-out.

How it looks from inside. This is the great room and it has a bar.

They don't show a kitchen or dining room, they go directly upstairs to the 2 bedroom suites.

The bedrooms have lots of built-ins and thatched ceilings.

Adorable beehive tiles on the fireplace surround.

The home was built in 1994, but the doors are antique wood with original antique hardware.

Isn't this a beautiful piece?

The mirror frame matches the door.

This bedroom is a lovely peach color.

There is also a horse barn on the property.

It's pretty large so I'm surprised that there's no fenced-in coral area.

The home is in the corner of a 2 acre lot.

[incorrectkakagaiquotes]

Gai: Kakashi is very fond of dogs, but it can get him into situations. When we were younger, I had to help him get his head unstuck from a fence since he was trying to play with a dog on the other side. Kakashi: THAT WAS ONE TIME! Gai: You were quite embarrassed. Kakashi, petty: Not as embarrassed as you were when you couldn't tell your teammates apart for a year. Gai: *GASP* That is rich coming from the man who thought he'd look good with a mullet. Kakashi: Says the man who tried givin' himself beehive hair. Turned into more of a bird nest. Gai: At least I never wrote erotica of my ex-boyfriends after they dumped ya. Kakashi: And I've never turn a room inside out at the mere mention of a ghost. Gai: Better than jumping and grabbing a kunai just because you almost a hug for the first time in years. Kakashi: ...... Kakashi: *stands on top of the table and clears his throat* Gai is ticklish on his ribs and the back of his knees. Gai: .......... The students: 👀 Gai: ............you SCOUNDREL-!

[babyboywilson]

Adventure

They were driving through Texas when Cas saw a sign for horseback riding.

“Dean, look, we have to stop!” Cas said, his hand squeezing Dean’s thigh affectionately.

An hour later, they were side by side, riding the trails on a private horse ride.

“You’re a natural,” Dean grinned, reins loose in his hand as he glanced at Cas.

Winking, Cas murmured, “Must be because my husband’s a cowboy.”

Dean’s heart skipped a beat, and he blew Cas a kiss.

Cresting a hill on their trail, something caught Dean’s eye; a property with a for-sale sign glinting in the sunshine.

~

“You sure about this?” Dean asked, hand slipping into Cas’ as they stepped onto the porch of the house, looking out across the ranch.

They’d talked extensively about retiring; moving out of the Bunker and finding a place of their own. Something about this ranch… it felt like home.

Cas’ smile was pure happiness as he replied, “Absolutely.”

Dean pointed out towards where the horses were tied-up on the fence. “Gonna build you some beehives over there, and a garden out back.”

Using their joined hands, Cas pulled Dean into a kiss, murmuring against Dean’s lips, “I love you, too.”

[captainjonnitkessler]

Did you know that in Africa farmers are using bees to protect their crops from elephants? Elephants are terrified of bees because bees can sting them in their sensitive skin, in their trunks, in their ears, ect. So farmers started building bee hives around their farms to keep the elephants out. Their tried to scare them off by playing bee buzzing on loud speakers but that failed when the elephants realized they weren’t getting stung. It’s gotta be the real bee!!

This allows farmers to protect their crops without having to kill the elephants, thus reducing the number of elephant deaths per year. Bees are awesome!!

I've never heard of this before, it's incredibly cool!

[solarpunkfool]

You wake up. The sunlight filters through the tree branches leafing outside your window, and you hear the birds calling (the birds are back, populations returning in the thousands, then millions as air pollution lessens and climate patterns rebalance). You head to your kitchen and make yourself a morning drink, coffee or tea, pouring the spent grounds into your countertop compost bin - municipal pick-up is tomorrow, you remind yourself. You put the paper wrapper from the tea/coffee into the recycling bin. There are no trash bins anymore, no plastic to throw away. 

You get ready for your day, putting on your clothing, soft cotton/linen/wool that won’t last much longer than you when you’re done with it. You message your work friends on your slightly clunkier, but infinitely repairable smart phone - you’ll meet them at the local light rail stop. You summon a link (a free, sometimes remote controlled, publicly available cab service - serviced by the municipality, and fully electric). You make sure to give yourself a little extra time than you did when you had a gas car, since the links travel more slowly and carefully, but that’s ok, because the streets are safe for tricycles, bikes, dog-walkers, nighttime deer, errant soccer balls, and neighborhood cats. You spend the time before it arrives watering your backyard garden, and you chat with your neighbor who has just finished picking blackberries from the vines along your fence. She tells you she’ll make cobbler and bring you some later. You’re grateful, since you never have time to bake when you’d rather be spending time with your family. Your phone alerts you when your link arrives, and you head out. There’s another neighbor in the link already, and you’re both headed to the light rail stop. You chat about the weather, how the trees that were planted en masse all those years ago have kept the summers so much cooler and the winters so much milder. He jokes about not having to mow the grass in his yard nearly as much as he used to, after the ordinances for planting slower-growing native plants. He shows you a picture of how well his garden is doing, and you mention your neighbor and the blackberries. His eyes widen, and he mentions that he’s never been able to get berries to grow. You take his information and promise to invite him over for cobbler sometime next week. 

You arrive at the light rail stop and walk under the fully green bridge (for animals to cross safely, and to keep the station cool) to meet your friends. You exchange notes about how your efforts are doing, what you think should be improved as you board the nearly silent electric train. You look out the window as you travel deeper into the city and watch as the green of trees along roads and sidewalks never lessens, the dullness of concrete doesn’t increase. With the links available and so few private cars on the streets, the size of the roads has decreased, making more room for trees, playgrounds, gardens, and wildflower patches. You see what used to be a concrete and brick center berm taken over by the boxy outlines of beehives, surrounded on both sides (what used to be narrow sidewalks) with fruit tree orchards. 

You arrive at your destination and disembark, walking with your colleagues to your building. It’s still a highrise, mostly concrete and glass, but the rooftop terraces are fully green spaces and the glass panels are permeable solar panels, drinking in the sun’s energy like the plants that stretch across its roof. You spend your day leading your team in delivering top quality services, eat lunch at the free market kitchen down the street, and then head home. Your work day is 5 hours long, with an hour for lunch. 

When you get home, your partner and child are there already, playing in the street on your kiddo’s new bike. The street is quiet and safe. You breathe deeply, smelling absolutely no car exhaust. 

You meet your neighbors at the community house (every neighborhood has one), where there’s always a free dinner if you want one. You don’t like to cook, so you don’t offer to take a shift, but you help clean up. Your partner mentions taking your kiddo to the doctor for a possible ear infection, but it turns out they just had a bug bite in their ear. You laugh about it. The doctor’s appointment cost nothing, just as your dinner does. You can cook at home, but why would you? You could eat alone, and sometimes you do, but today you want to laugh and talk with your neighbors and let your kiddo play with theirs. You and your partner help the clean up team after dinner, washing your own dishes and a few others’ so it all gets done. The dishes aren’t perfect, chipped and older, but who cares when the food is free. 

You and your family walk home and meet your old dog on the porch. He snorts and snuffles your child’s hair and leans in for pets. 

You go in and put your kiddo to bed. You spend the rest of the evening watching tv or reading with your partner. You talk about your day. You see the news that more sustainable grazing practices mean that the rainforest has advanced by nearly 2,000 feet this year, dark soil and thick tree roots spreading outward, crowns capturing more and more carbon from the air. You hear that the tigers and snow leopards, elephants and rhinos, are all increasing in population. 

It starts to rain. You are thankful you don’t have to water the garden tonight. You and your partner head to bed, and you think - this is my life. I am leaving a planet to my child that they will WANT to inhabit. Sure, there wasn’t steak on my plate tonight, but my belly is full and my air is clean and my home is safe. You dream sweetly, thinking of dandelions sprouting up through cracks in concrete, deer and foxes walking through breaks in fences, children swimming in clean water.

[aorticsims]

TS4 Lots that confuse tf out of me for simply existing.

Part 1/?: Celebrazioni D'Amore

or as I like to call it: Celebrazioni Del Voler Imbavagliare

I'd like to formally apologize to the simmer that built this whether that be Simlicy, HeyHarrie, icemunmun or CatherineGamesYT. I'm sure you mean well, but this build is atrocious. If EAxis built this, I'm not apologizing; the build is atrocious.

"The La Coppia Serena may be the local go-to for wedding ceremonies, but every Sim knows Celebrazioni d'Amore is the best place to host a true party. Afterwards, head into the gardens for a stroll or back behind the lounge for a romantic view of the sea."

Why is this room so empty?

What is going on with this beehive roof? And why is that one fence piece different from the rest?

In a world pre-pronoun/sexuality update, why are there three bathrooms? And for a lounge, why is there a shower in each?

These rooms serve absolutely no purpose.

Why are these considered rooms?

While this entire main section is not? Also the staircase leading to the roof is questionable at best.

The placement of these tables makes me want to cry. The placement of these chairs equally makes me want to cry.

This was a choice.

And finally, this fountain doesn't have a trim.

im going to tag @alltimefail-sims bc i love her builds sm and bc im not a builder/can't be assed to fix this monstrosity (i'm purely a cas simmer). feel free to tag other simmers in this post to give them a nice challenge.

[jhoneybees]

The Cowboy and The Beekeeper.(Chapter 1)

Hello sir🫠

Welcome to the first chapter of my first series!! I'm so excited to see what you all think and hope you all like it :) this chapter is written in a third person's point of view but don't worry the other chapters will be written in a second point of view and the reader doesn't have age regression in the first chapter, they will get it tho, I promise☝️ Thank you to everyone who took part on the poll! I would've had a hard time choosing😅

Taglist: @hooked-on-elvis @scarlettlight06

Characters: 60s!Cowboy!Elvis X Beekeeper!fem!Reader

Warnings/triggers: third person pov, mentions of blood, injuries, wounds,guns, bullets

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Deep red descending from a painful wound on his arm, caused by an enemy’s hot pistol. Elvis wearing a green buttoned up shirt that's torn and in need of repair. He rides his stallion far and long in the never ending landscapes of distant mountains, scattering heights of green trees and grass. He’s exhausted and the blazing sun beaming down on his tan skin isn't helping. Creating an uncomfortably warm sensation in the wound and making his breath heave from the heat.

He’s hungry, thirsty, just wanting somewhere to rest. Riding and riding over hills and through valleys Elvis finally spots a house placed in the middle of a small plain, with a relieved but nervous sigh, he trots down.

Once halted in front of the fence gate, he dismounts and quickly ties the leading rope to one of the posts, making sure to hide his revolver a little in its holster. His bloody hand pressing firmly over his upper arm, Elvis walks through, up to the front door of the unknown house and knocks three times. Getting no response Elvis Disappointedly walks back and just as he unties the rope, a voice calls out “Hey! Can I help you?” Elvis lifts his head and looks towards the direction of the voice, meeting a pretty lady standing next to a group of beehives, wearing beige coloured pants and a buttoned up collared shirt. He sheepishly smiles “Hello! Yeah, if i ain’t botherin!”

the lady snickers and shakes her head “Not at all!” as she makes her way over, she carries a hat with a wide rim, a mesh material draping over. Loudly sighing, she places the hat on a fence post and rests a hand on her hip “What can I do for you?” again she smiles kindly, her eyes travelling down to his arm seeing his blood covered hand, Elvis breathes out a chuckle “Well uh, if ya don’t mind..uh- could I rest here?” raising his eyebrows in question, he nervously smiles earning a nod “Oh! Of course! And something for that as well…” she states whilst pointing a finger. Elvis looking down with a sheepish smile, the lady picking her hat back up, she turns towards the front door. Elvis ties the rope back and follows her inside. Looking around the place, he sighs contently and looks back at the friendly lady closing the front door. She walks past him, unconsciously putting her hat on a nearby table. Waving a hand, she guides him to the guest room. Letting Elvis in to sit at the edge of the bed “Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back” at her words he nods and watches as the lady walks off. Taking off his hat and with one hand he effortlessly unbuckles his gun holster, sighing relieved.

Footsteps getting closer and closer, holding a wooden box the lady returns “Alright! Now let’s take a look..uhm, could you take your shirt off please?” She smiles awkwardly earning a small grin from Elvis, taking a seat next to him, she waits for him to finish removing his torn shirt. The lady uncovers the box and rummages inside “How did you get the wound?” she asks, Elvis rubbing the back of his neck “Ah got in a bit of a tussle with some folks…” the lady nods “Hmm was it from a gun?” With a slow hesitant nod Elvis sighs “Yeah…” with a second nod, the lady picks out a wrapped up piece of fabric, unravelling to reveal a variety of tools. Laying a gentle hand on his arm, she inspects the injury. Noticing something shiny buried in the bloody flesh “I’m gonna take the bullet out so just try your best to not move too much” Elvis raises his eyebrows “Ma’am?” the lady smiles reassuringly at him “I’ll be quick” gulping silently, Elvis holds his breath. With a swift and experienced motion, the lady carefully pokes a pair of tweezers inside the wound, earning a pained groan from Elvis, getting a hold of the bullet, she pulls it out and lays it on an old rag “There” Elvis looks down and sees the bullet covered in blood, blinking blankly “Man, you was quick” the lady snickers “Told you, I would be” grabbing a small jar from the box, she opens the lid and swipes the strange substance onto a linen cloth “What’s that?” Elvis questions, the lady lifts her head “It’s a homemade ointment” giving the man a gentle smile, Elvis smiles back “It smells nice..” with a soft hum “It’s made of mostly honey, from my hives” the lady explains. She lightly pats the linen cloth around the wound, careful to not send a sharp sting. Her eyes trail up to look at Elvis who is looking down at the floor “I never got your name” Elvis turns his head “Elvis..Elvis Presley” he smiles, the lady breathes out a laugh “Y/n L/n” shyly chuckling, Elvis rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and rubs his thigh.

Finishing with the ointment, Y/n begins to wrap a bandage around his upper arm. Adjusting the placement as she goes, her eyes wander up to his blue eyes making her gulp quietly and her heart rate beating a little faster. She didn’t really take much notice of his features until now, feeling a slight squeeze in her heart. Her chest rising and falling in one slow breath, her hands gently holding his arm up with her soft fingers, with a soft squeeze she creates an indent from the pressure. Imagining what it would feel like to be held in his arms, breathing in sharply, she snaps herself out of her thoughts and lowers her eyes to the task in hand.

Elvis’ eyes trail around the room, seeing blankets nicely folded upon an old woven chair and baskets stacked in the corner. Bringing his hand to wipe under his nose, he looks at Y’n’s shoes, wandering up to her hands, noticing the bones move delicately under her skin on the back of her hands, wondering if her hands are soft like they present themselves as. Silently letting out air through his nose as his view travels further up to her chest, watching as it rises and falls in a graceful fashion. Clearing his throat when he realises what he’s doing and looks back down at the floor.

The room falls silent as they unknowingly admire each other’s complexion, their breaths, the distant ticking of the clock and birds whistling outside, the only sounds filling their ears until an unexpected meow enters the room. The both of them turning their heads to find a fluffy ginger cat, glancing at one another. Y/n clears her throat “Oh! Rosie, come here baby” Elvis looks at Y/n, the lady looks at him with a sheepish smile “She’s my cat, Rosemary” Elvis nods quietly and lets out a slight chuckle “Oh..” the cat jumping up onto the bed between them, sitting down with her paws elegantly placed in front and her chest out confidently. Looking up at Elvis with her feline green eyes. Smiling small, Y/n snickers “She’s usually quite curious with guests..” Rosemary lets out another meow, making Elvis smile “And quite vocal ” they both quietly laugh.

The feline taking her eyes away from Elvis, she stands up and walks around behind him, sitting down again next to his cowboy hat and gun holster. Lowering her head to have a sniff of the hat only for her to retract her head back slightly making Elvis chuckle “She’s probably smellin’ Rising sun” Y/n cranes her neck a little to see Rosemary then glances at Elvis “I’m guessing that’s your horse?” he nods, keeping his eyes on the ginger cat.

Straightening her posture, Y/n finishes up with the bandaging and puts everything back in the box. Elvis lifts his head as she stands up with the box in her arms “Thank you Y/n” he grins, Y/n nods her head “You’re welcome Elvis” smiling subtly “You’d probably wanna wash the blood off your hands..” Elvis glances down at his hands and nods.”The tap is outside” the lady states “I’ll start on dinner” she shyly excuses herself out of the room.

Elvis watches as she walks away, sighing again he turns to see Rosemary pushing his hat with her little nose. A small smile playing on his lips.

[stardewfarms]

Standard farm, spring year ?

[ID: 3 screenshots of a standard farm in Stardew valley. The game is modded and the colours are muted. First screenshot is off a coop with a fenced garden in front. Second of a shed with fenced flower garden and beehives in front. Last is of two barns next to a pond. around all buildings are trees and grass. end ID]

[jessicanjpa]

cottage

An excerpt from this chapter of 2003. The Cullens have just moved to Forks and Edward is exploring the woods behind the house.

I was surprised to find the remnants of an old trail not far from the river. It hadn't been used in a long time; for most of its length, the only sign was a winding track of evergreens that were significantly shorter than their neighbors. A rusted tin can was the only other evidence that a human had ever passed this way. Maybe this path led to an old deer stand or something like that.

I explored here and there, finally taking to the treetops so I could follow the "path" more easily. I was finally rewarded with the sight of a big rectangle so regular that it had to be manmade. It was partially obscured by the overgrowth and the rotted branches that had fallen on it in recent years, but it was definitely a building. I swung back down to the forest floor, surprised to see not a deer stand or a spartan hunting shack, but an adorable little stone cottage.

It was like stepping into a fairy tale. I had landed just far enough away to use the little path of flat stones that led the way home to the front door. The decaying, broken roof was an eyesore, but everything else was perfect... in a crumbling, half-reclaimed-by-nature sort of way. Wild, meandering honeysuckle had completely taken over one wall. Nearly every stone was outlined and softened with moss. The arched door wasn't in the best shape, but it was made of sturdy oak that had easily outlived the roof.

I walked a wide circle around the whole thing. A stone chimney crowned the southern corner, and there was a little door in the back that opened directly into what probably used to be a garden. Now, it was just a little outline of rotted miniature fencing, completely overrun by natural growth. Only a single climbing rose plant had survived to tell the story of the former inhabitants, clinging to the mossy stones as if to escape the encroaching wilderness.

I reached out and gently touched its petals. Stubborn rose, I thought with a smile. It was a good omen; Rosalie and Emmett were going to love it out here. It'd been a while since they'd really needed four walls of their own to knock down as they pleased, but it wasn't every day we found a house that came complete with a fairy tale cottage, either. I was almost jealous.

I carefully inspected the rest of the exterior before easing the door open. Esme would want to know every detail, though of course she would soon be out here to see it for herself. I stretched my gift back toward the main house to her mind abuzz with renovation plans. She might not be able to get to the cottage right away. I grimaced around the tiny living room. The beehive fireplace was in good enough condition, but the wallpaper was an affront to all that was good and holy. Hopefully the smell would get thrown out with it.

The kitchen was little more than a camper's stove and a sink, which was just as well. Two rickety chairs crowded up to a tiny breakfast table that had seen better days. I was far more interested in the old piano that took up the wall across from the fireplace. I didn't expect much, what with the exposure and the humidity it must have suffered over the years, but I still let out a disappointed sigh when the keys refused to be pushed, much less make any sound. I took a peek inside; the strings actually didn't look too bad. I already had the Steinway baby grand anyway, but it would be a shame to send it to a junkyard. Maybe I could find a local piano repair shop that enjoyed restoring hard luck cases.

Just like the main house, the cottage seemed bigger inside than out. I followed a little hallway—it was arched like the front door, as though I had wandered into a tiny castle—and found a generous bedroom matched against two smaller rooms. No signs of plumbing ever having been installed: that would give Esme a pleasant challenge.

The whole thing was perfect. Maybe if Rosalie and Emmett spent enough time out here, they would even agree to switch bedrooms with me. I didn't exactly need a full suite, but I wouldn't say no to my own shower and enough room for all my books to come out of their boxes. They were getting the better deal by far; this place was a jewel. And it felt right, somehow; it had been a shame to see the hunting cottage back at our old Hoquiam place fall into disrepair. Having this little find on our new property seemed to make up for it.

I headed back to the main house, wondering who had lived out at the cottage once upon a time, and why. I supposed it might be as old as the house, or even older; there could have been a whole line of occupants. The cottage had its own little story to tell. Perhaps it had been used as a mother-in-law unit once: a whimsical grandmother with plenty of cats and plenty of time to tend her roses. Then a little honeymoon retreat for a blushing couple who had set up house with a second-hand breakfast table, then a brooding pianist who needed solitude to work on his compositions.

And now it would house a pair of lovesick vampires who would hopefully leave it in one piece and pass it on to continue the story. The older we all got, the more distanced we felt from stories like these, no matter how picturesque the setting or how vivid an imprint our renovations left behind. But I supposed we were just stewards like the rest: here for a day, then nothing more than a fading memory.

[cameoappearance]

As someone who still plays Among Us but has also been getting really into Lethal Company, I've been thinking about what tasks on a Lethal Company map would translate well to Among Us tasks (go to a specific spot or one of a set of specific spots, do a minigame, sometimes you're done after that and sometimes you have to go do something somewhere else to finish). The map's probably Vow because it fits all the ideas I had but could also be March, Experimentation, or Assurance.

Common Tasks:

Storage/Conveyor Room/Apparatus Room/etc -> Main Entrance/Fire Exit: Collect Scrap. Like MIRA HQ's Water Plants task, you go to the right room and pick the scrap item up from a picture of the shelf, then you go drop it off at one of the entrances.

Main Entrance/Fire Exit -> Ship: Ferry Scrap

...and more! Under the readmore for your dashboard's sake!

Long Tasks:

Outside -> Ship: Retrieve Beehive. The minigame would probably involve dragging the beehive from checkpoint to checkpoint like Chart Course or through a maze like Fix Weather Node; if there was also a swarm of bees following you that could make you fail the task and have to start over if you got the timing wrong, it would be more accurate but could turn this into everyone's least favourite task on the map, so I'm not sure about that one.

Terminal -> Dropship: Order Equipment. You'd have a list of items to order from the store, like with the burger or vending machine tasks, and then you'd go pick them up. A visual task probably.

Outside -> Terminal: Download Data. Gotta have a Download Data. It's a Sigurd log.

Ship -> Corridors: Paint Markings. Take your spraypaint, go paint some 'exit this way' or 'room clear' or other symbols like that inside the building. This would be a visual task, of course.

If you wanted to have them you could stick the reactor tasks onto the apparatus, but this is kind of drifting away from the idea that you're there to collect salvage.

Short Tasks:

Corridors: Shut Steam Valve. This would be a visual task.

Ship: Charge Flashlights. Could have a Charge Walkie-Talkies as well like how the Airship has both pistols and rifles to put away.

Terminal: Deactivate Turrets

Terminal: Teleport Corpses

Ship: Tally Scrap Value

Ship or Outside: Start Cruiser. You probably wouldn't be able to drive anywhere in the cruiser but it might have a fixed track like the Fungle's zipline or the Airship's moving platform, in which case the track would probably be a ridiculous jump from the ship to the main entrance.

Taking the apparatus could be a task unto itself.

I'm on the fence on whether I want to have something like Soothe Maneater or Placate Lootbug situated inside the building because usually there's not much in the way of creatures on Among Us maps except the ones you bring with you.

If you want to have my removed-from-the-game nemesis in there you could have Spray Weeds as a task in the outdoor area where you spray weed killer on Vain Shrouds until they all go away.

Sabotages:

Lights would be fixed at the breaker box inside.

Communications would logically be on the ship, and since I've made Ship and Terminal two different locations (though they'd be right next to each other) it'd probably be in the terminal area.

Lockable doors like the ones on Polus, based on the secure doors.

Make the ship take off early, named something like Hijack Autopilot.

If it's Vow then destabilising the dam is an option for a sabotage that just destroys everything if it's not stopped, like the reactor/seismic/crash course ones. Considering that that thing has been fine with no maintenance for like 600 years I assume this would involve defusing a bomb the impostors planted.

The admin display would be in the terminal area as well. And probably so would the security cameras. It's getting very crowded in there but I don't have any better ideas. This map likely wouldn't have a vitals monitor, at least.

[mtaartsdesign]

Spend World Honeybee Day at 9 Av (D) station in Brooklyn, where Christopher Russell’s “Bees for Sunset Park” (2012) imagines the station as a kind of beehive, a center of activity. The historic building with its central entrance and peaked roof evokes the feeling of a beehive, inspired by the Arts and Crafts style. During the Arts and Crafts period, popular design motifs included the bee, the hive, and honeycomb. Incorporating this imagery, Russell designed two sets of cast bronze gates and finials for the fences that surround the open spaces at each side of the station. These monumental honeycombs are populated by equally magnified bees depicted in crowds. The cells of the honeycomb are open, allowing light to pass through and emphasizing the phenomenal hexagonal pattern.

Photos: Stefan Hagen

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✨Dawn Darlings Farm Layout✨ (yes, it's named after Ramón and Sunny's duo name, I really missed them when I named the farm)

This took me four in game years (and 17 days). It's not the most efficient thing in the world but I don't mind that. This took a total of 143:56 hours.

When I realised how close I was to perfection, I speedran it to try and achieve it before what would be my irl birthday in game (Summer 20) and I did :)

↓Explanation of the farm layout underneath↓

✨Main Farm✨

So, top right is the farmhouse which has a full basement of Ancient Fruit wine casks, a shed full of colour-coded and organised chests, Emily's gemstone corner of the farm, Madagio's water bowl and the Golden Clock.

Below that is my small, outside Ancient Fruit farm with misc seasonal crops to the side with pine trees against the fence. Further down is my sap farm, for both mystic and regular, and then the four fish ponds, with Super Cucumber, Sturgeons, Laval Eels and Spook Fish. Below that are my two beehives that I rarely check and the mushroom cave.

In the centre are the obelisks. They're displayed in a way which makes the ones I use the most closer to the farmhouse.

To the left of the farm is the silos, slime hutch, wood farm, greenhouse (also full of Ancient Fruit and fruit trees), larger Ancient Fruit farm, a shed full of preserve jars and and kegs (once again, for the Ancient Fruit) and the newly, rarely used mill. There's also a small fiber farm which has had more in use in late game. To the bottom left are three full pig barns and a solo barn with cows and a goat.

✨Ginger Island✨

The entirety of the GI farm is Ancient Fruit seeds. I make a minimum of 400 ancient fruits each harvest here. I have not decorated the house whatsoever.