#but throw in on some gas and you get BIG results

[the-satellite]

So Peaches is definitely Jacob giving Staci a mean military style nickname right? Probably making fun of his facial hair or something. So the next question is would he give the Deputy one?

[heartfullofleeches]

OOOO moth darling? I wanna throw my idea in too. Maybe a super kind and caring goth moth darling? Especially when they look super menacing (bcus they wear hardcore goth fashion) but their favorite game is smthn like animal crossing or they like super relaxing hobbies. (Also adonis could literally suffocate in the big tittie from his goth partner.) I hope you see my vision. PLEASE.

[Yan Butterfly + Goth Moth Darling]

Adonis is so weak for Darling.... He probably sneaks invites them into the buildings/homes he cleans for his job especially if there's been a murder or the home owners had some decor he knew they'd like. Adonis makes a fair amount of money from his cleaning gig, even moreso on contacts that are more "under the table" ergo shady folks looking to clean up any evidence left behind - but he's always spending his cash on gifts he knows Darling will like because he knows their preferred style of dress ain't always cheap.

Darling tells him they don't need it, but how can he stop when they're so kind to him? Making sure he eats, takes breaks, sleep. Butterfly boy may have worked himself to death by now if it wasn't for them. The long, grueling hours are worth it so long as he gets to come home and rest on their soft, warm ti- pillows...

-

"Brought you some sandwiches. Nothin' special, grabbed them from that gas station around the corner, but I knew you had to have something since you've been here all morning. Promise I'll grab something more filling next time"

An angel....An absolute angel gifted from the heavens above. Here you were bringing him food and checking up on him, yet you had the gull to believe it wasn't enough.

"...thanks...." Adonis shyly takes the bag from you, tensing as your fingers brush against his. You gaze around the living room as he clumsily works to untie its strings. The couch, TV stand, and coffee table had all been pushed towards the far walls - dark stains embedded into the carpet close to where the legs of the table once stood. You crouch to get a better look.

"Is this...." Your voice grows quiet - barely a whisper as you extend your hand. "Where it happened?"

"M....Mhm..." Adonis mouths through bitefuls of bread and cheese. The sandwich wasn't the best, or worst thing he'd ever eaten, but knowing it came from you made every bite heaven. He had given you some details of the incident that had taken place. A burglary gone wrong resulting in the death of an innocent man. Nobody even knew he was gone until bills began piling up. Never had many friends or close family.... Adonis wasn't close with his parents either... If something happened to him... you'd probably be the first and only to notice...

"Adonis?..."

"Y...Yeah?"

The butterfly freezes as your arms fall around him, pulling him towards your chest.

"Promise me that no matter what you'll text me at the end of every shift you have. It doesn't matter how late it is...All I care about is that you're safe."

You actually care.... Adonis has always know that, but hearing you say it out loud even if muffled by his face smothered by your chest...He knew it was an inappropriate time, but it was hard not to obsess over the contact with every beat of your heart playing like a melody in his ear. An angel, his angel. His saving grace he'll never let go.

"I will... Every night... I promise to I'll let you know whenever I get home.. I promise."

"Thank you....."

Adonis looks down at his half eaten sandwich. "...My bosses said I could take anything I wanted. I think there's still some clothes in the closet still that you might like if you're interested?"

"Raiding a dead guy's closet wasn't on my list of plans today...but I think I have enough space in my schedule."

[nasa]

5 Years, 8 Discoveries: NASA Exoplanet Explorer Sees Dancing Stars & a Star-Shredding Black Hole

This all-sky mosaic was constructed from 912 Transiting Exoplanet Survey Satellite (TESS) images. Prominent features include the Milky Way, a glowing arc that represents the bright central plane of our galaxy, and the Large and Small Magellanic Clouds – satellite galaxies of our own located, respectively, 160,000 and 200,000 light-years away. In the northern sky, look for the small, oblong shape of the Andromeda galaxy (M 31), the closest big spiral galaxy, located 2.5 million light-years away. The black regions are areas of sky that TESS didn’t image. Credit: NASA/MIT/TESS and Ethan Kruse (University of Maryland College Park)

On April 18, 2018, we launched the Transiting Exoplanet Survey Satellite, better known as TESS. It was designed to search for planets beyond our solar system – exoplanets – and to discover worlds for our James Webb Space Telescope, which launched three years later, to further explore. TESS images sections of sky, one hemisphere at a time. When we put all the images together, we get a great look at Earth’s sky!

In its five years in space, TESS has discovered 326 planets and more than 4,300 planet candidates. Along the way, the spacecraft has observed a plethora of other objects in space, including watching as a black hole devoured a star and seeing six stars dancing in space. Here are some notable results from TESS so far:

During its first five years in space, our Transiting Exoplanet Survey Satellite has discovered exoplanets and identified worlds that can be further explored by the James Webb Space Telescope. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

1. TESS’ first discovery was a world called Pi Mensae c. It orbits the star Pi Mensae, about 60 light-years away from Earth and visible to the unaided eye in the Southern Hemisphere. This discovery kicked off NASA's new era of planet hunting.

2. Studying planets often helps us learn about stars too! Data from TESS & Spitzer helped scientists detect a planet around the young, flaring star AU Mic, providing a unique way to study how planets form, evolve, and interact with active stars.

Located less than 32 light-years from Earth, AU Microscopii is among the youngest planetary systems ever observed by astronomers, and its star throws vicious temper tantrums. This devilish young system holds planet AU Mic b captive inside a looming disk of ghostly dust and ceaselessly torments it with deadly blasts of X-rays and other radiation, thwarting any chance of life… as we know it! Beware! There is no escaping the stellar fury of this system. The monstrous flares of AU Mic will have you begging for eternal darkness. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

3. In addition to finding exoplanets on its own, TESS serves as a pathfinder for the James Webb Space Telescope. TESS discovered the rocky world LHS 3844 b, but Webb will tell us more about its composition. Our telescopes, much like our scientists, work together.

4. Though TESS may be a planet-hunter, it also helps us study black holes! In 2019, TESS saw a ‘‘tidal disruption event,’’ otherwise known as a black hole shredding a star.

When a star strays too close to a black hole, intense tides break it apart into a stream of gas. The tail of the stream escapes the system, while the rest of it swings back around, surrounding the black hole with a disk of debris. Credit: NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center

5. In 2020, TESS discovered its first Earth-size world in the habitable zone of its star – the distance from a star at which liquid water could exist on a planet’s surface. Earlier this year, a second rocky planet was discovered in the system.

You can see the exoplanets that orbit the star TOI 700 moving within two marked habitable zones, a conservative habitable zone, and an optimistic habitable zone. Planet d orbits within the conservative habitable zone, while planet e moves within an optimistic habitable zone, the range of distances from a star where liquid surface water could be present at some point in a planet’s history. Credit: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center

6. Astronomers used TESS to find a six-star system where all stars undergo eclipses. Three binary pairs orbit each other, and, in turn, the pairs are engaged in an elaborate gravitational dance in a cosmic ballroom 1,900 light-years away in the constellation Eridanus.

7. Thanks to TESS, we learned that Delta Scuti stars pulse to the beat of their own drummer. Most seem to oscillate randomly, but we now know HD 31901 taps out a beat that merges 55 pulsation patterns.

Sound waves bouncing around inside a star cause it to expand and contract, which results in detectable brightness changes. This animation depicts one type of Delta Scuti pulsation — called a radial mode — that is driven by waves (blue arrows) traveling between the star's core and surface. In reality, a star may pulsate in many different modes, creating complicated patterns that enable scientists to learn about its interior. Credit: NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center

8. Last is a galaxy that flares like clockwork! With TESS and Swift, astronomers identified the most predictably and frequently flaring active galaxy yet. ASASSN-14ko, which is 570 million light-years away, brightens every 114 days!

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

would you ever consider doing an elementary extension that includes them finding out they’re pregnant with iris? no pressure just wondering!!

The Birthday

pairing: elementary!joel x f!reader (Elementary-verse)

rating: M (talks of pregnancy, steamy moments, talks of vomiting)

wc: 1.9k

series masterlist

— September 26, 2003 —

You stirred awake later than usual, your body working overtime now that after months of trying, you were finally pregnant. You had yet to tell Joel the news, wanting to wait until the appointment you made for this afternoon to confirm the results of the four at-home tests you took before you got his hopes up.

Crawling out of bed, you stretched your arms out wide, letting out a hearty yawn before turning to look at Joel’s shirtless body still fast asleep in bed, sprawled out like usual, his feet nearly hanging off your side of the bed. You smiled at him and all of his quirks that would get under your skin if he were anybody else, your hand smoothing over your nonexistent bump. Though you’d been unable to fight off your morning sickness all week, somehow the thought of carrying his child and your wedding next month seemed to cure the nausea threatening to creep up on you.

Catching the alarm on his nightstand before it could ring out its harsh and piercing cry, you leaned over his form and pressed a kiss to his temple, your palm rubbing over the muscles on his smooth and warm back.

“Mm,” he hummed, rolling over onto his back. He rubbed at his eyes as he stirred awake, and after a big yawn, he focused his vision on you sitting on the edge. “Mornin’, baby.”

“Morning, birthday boy,” you greeted him with a smile, rubbing at his chest. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Shit—“ He sighed, raking one of his hands over his face. “Promised Sarah we’d have pancakes this mornin’ but I forgot to get it at the store.”

“Eggs and bacon then?” Joel gave you a soft smile and nodded. 

As you moved to stand, he caught your hand and tugged you back to him, beckoning you to lean down for a kiss which you happily obliged. Joel hummed against your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tugged you to lay on top of him, your thighs straddling his hips as his kisses trailed down your chin to your jaw. 

“We can call off work,” Joel mumbled against your ear as he placed a kiss there, his hands wandering over your thighs to rest on your hips. “Spend all day in bed.”

“I have an important…meeting,” you lied. “Superintendent is coming. Can’t miss it.”

Joel pouted as you sat upright, your hands resting on his chest as you smiled down at him. 

“God, you make it hard to think rationally,” you laughed, lifting a hand to squish his cheeks together, his pout turning into a pair of fish lips. “That’s better.”

Joel laughed and patted your hip, letting you climb off of him so that he could stand up. 

“Gonna shower,” he said. “You’re welcome to join.”

“So persistent this morning,” you teased, swatting his ass as he passed you. “I’ll take a raincheck.”

“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me, I guess.”

With a smirk, you threw on your robe and padded your feet downstairs, finding Sarah sitting at the kitchen table finishing up her homework.

“Morning,” she greeted you with a smile. “How are you feeling? Did you throw up again?”

“No, I’m managing to keep it down today, or…at least for now. Knock on wood.”

After getting the coffee pot going, you pulled two pans from the cupboard and placed them on the gas stove, turning the heat on before walking over to the fridge to grab what remained of the eggs and bacon.

“You gonna tell dad today?” Sarah asked, whispering so that Joel didn’t accidentally overhear the news you’d shared with Sarah almost immediately after finding out yourself, her round, insistent eyes winning over your inner-strength.

“If everything goes well at the doctors,” you replied, looking over your shoulder at her while you cracked some of the eggs into the buttered pan. “You still wanna get his watch fixed?”

“I was hoping, but my allowance money is running a little low.” You looked back to see her shrugging with a frown, but quickly shook your head at her and walked over to your purse that rested on the counter, pulling out three twenties and handing them over. “No, I can’t—“

“You can and you will,” you replied, giving her a playfully stern look. “We’ll just say it’s from both of us.”

“Dad’s gonna love it,” she beamed, sticking the cash in her backpack. “We might see some tears tonight.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Joel’s quick and heavy footsteps sounded as he jogged down the stairs, finding you at the stove and Sarah hard at work on her algebra worksheet. He walked over and kissed her on the top of the head before walking into the kitchen, giving your ass a loving tap as he pulled three mugs out of the cabinet.

“Tommy coming by?” you asked as you watched him divvy up the coffee pot equally into all three cups. As if a lightbulb rang in your head, you realized caffeine might not be the best thing for you given the pregnancy. “Oh, actually…you don’t need to pour me one.”

Both Joel and Sarah gave you an odd look, having never seen you turn down your morning coffee.

“Just…I don’t want to be jittery and anxious for my meeting,“ you lied. 

“You have coffee every mornin’,” he countered, his brows furrowed as he watched you try to form a better excuse.

“Not when I’m already anxious,” you returned, doubling down on your lie. “Coffee will just make it worse.”

“Mm,” Joel narrowed his eyes at you as he lifted his mug to his mouth to take a sip. “You’re lyin’ ‘bout somethin’.”

“No, I’m not,” you quickly denied his claim with a giggle.

“Yeah, you are,” he chuckled. “But it’s alright, I’ll let you have your lie for now.”

“Mornin’, mornin’!” Tommy walked in with a wide smile, rubbing his hands together as he peered over your shoulder at the eggs. “Make sure to put some cheese on mine, sis.”

“She ain’t your personal chef,” Joel barked. 

“Shh,” you hushed your guard dog of a fiancé with a smile before looking over at Sarah. “You want cheese with yours, Sarah?”

“No, I’m okay,” she replied as she stuck her binder in her backpack. “I would like some OJ, though.”

“Bought a new jug of it yesterday,” Joel announced, moving to grab a glass from the cabinet behind him. “Baby, you want a glass, too? Since you’re not havin’ coffee for whatever reason.”

“Yes, please,” you replied, flashing him a thankful smile.

“Why ain’t you havin’ coffee? That’s new,” Tommy noted as he took a seat beside Sarah at the table.

“Why are you both so interested in what she does and doesn’t drink?” Sarah asked, coming to your defense.

“Alright, alright—“ Joel held his hands up in defense. “Didn’t know it was a touchy subject.”

“It’s not, now come help me carry these plates to the table,” you ordered, taking two of the plates in your hands while Joel set his coffee down to grab the other two. You set the plates down in front of Tommy and Sarah before taking your usual seat beside her, Joel joining shortly after.

“You think you’ll be home on time today?” you asked, looking to your fiancé as he stuffed his mouth full of bacon.

“Doubt it,” Tommy interjected. “We gotta wait for the cement guys to come and they take fuckin’ ages—“

“I’ll try my best,” Joel interjected with a glare aimed at his brother. “‘Specially if this one doesn’t drag ass again.”

As if your body suddenly remembered its current condition, the nausea that was nowhere to be found just minutes ago began to take root deep in your stomach. The smile on your face as you watched Joel and Tommy go back and forth faded into a look of worry as things spiraled faster than you could act. Your hand lifted to your mouth as you abruptly slid your chair back on the tile, drawing all eyes to you as you sprinted towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and just barely making it to the toilet. 

“Baby, you alright?” Joel’s voice sounded from the other side of the door as every bit of this morning’s breakfast came back up until you were left dry heaving. “Can I come in?”

“It’s gross,” you croaked, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear. It seemed he didn’t care much about your warning as he turned the doorknob and let himself in, finding his seat on the edge of the bathtub. 

“You alright?” he asked, his voice low and soothing as he rubbed your upper back. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, reaching to flush the toilet before moving to sit against the tub beside him, your head resting on his leg. “Must be the nerves.”

“You still goin’ with that lie?” he smiled down at you. “C’mon, baby.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” you said, smiling nervously as you looked up at him. “A confirmed surprise.”

“Confirmed?” he repeated, his brows lacing together. You took a deep, calming breath and let it out in a slow sigh before meeting his eyes again, a grin spreading across your face. 

“I, uh, I was feeling off a couple weeks ago and so I went and got some tests—“ Joel’s brow softened, his eyes going round. “And they were positive.”

“You’re telling me…what?” he chuckled. “You’re…you’re pregnant?” 

“Yeah,” you giggled and nodded, wiping a tear that flooded your waterline. 

“Really?” he swooned, reaching out to help you onto your feet so that he could wrap his arms around you. “You ain’t punk-in’ me, or whatever that Ashton Kutcher show says, right?”

You laughed and shook your head as you squeezed his shoulders, his face buried in your neck. 

“No, you’re not getting punk’d,” you said. 

“Does this mean y’aint got an important meeting with the Superintendent today?” he asked as he pulled back to stare at you, his thumb stroking over your cheek. 

“No,” you smirked, looking down at his belt. “I am technically sick.” 

“Exactly,” he smirked. “And it’s my birthday.”

“Sounds like we’ve got some calls to make,” you said, biting your lip. “But first I think I need to scrub my entire mouth clean because that was—“

“I can’t believe we’re having a baby,” he interrupted your less than sweet talk with some tear-inducing sincerity. “Does Sarah know?”

“Yeah, she got it out of me pretty much right after I took the tests,” you laughed. “She’s excited, I think.”

“I’d kiss you if your breath didn’t smell so bad,” he teased, making you gasp and pinch his side. “Fine, I’ll kiss you anyways.”

“If it wasn’t your birthday—“

“But it is,” he smiled at you devilishly as his hands rested on your hips and tugged you closer to him, his lips leaning in to hover over your pulse before pressing a petal soft kiss there. “Go call off work and do what you gotta do. All I want for my birthday is you in my bed all damn day, alright?”

“Whatever you want…daddy,” you purred, a grin spreading across your face at the groan he let out. 

“Lord,” he sighed, shaking his head as he pulled back to look at you. “Go call out.”

[bluephoric]

ridiculously long list of larry johnson hcs because fuck you he doesnt get enough love

Tw for depressing ass shit

- larry is a tired clumsy airhead, and as a result he always has SOMETHING spilled, wiped, or drawn on his clothes.

- undiagnosed adhd, and probably a few other things

- both him and sal collect bottlecaps, they like to make pins out of cool ones they find, often trading them like pokemon cards. they have multiple matching friendship ones. on common ones though, he likes to flatten and paint.

- larry's mental health generally sucks, but when things get really bad he stops caring about his physical safety, often pulling some reckless shit. even when he gets hurt from it, he doesnt seem to mind. Times like these kinda scare him, and he tries to avoid falling into them.

- despite seemingly "not caring about anything" (as he puts it) during these episodes, he's still fiercely protective of his friends and tries to be gentle with them, both physically and emotionally.

- callused hands, fingers yellowed from smoking.

- big fan of gas stations when he's high, practically raids that shit. one of his nicknames is "stoner jesus"

- he's openly bisexual and flirts with random people for fun. its usually something light. dorky pickup lines, stupid puns.. he Never expects it to be shot back at him but on the rare occasion it happens, he turns into a giggling mess.

- he actually pissed off travis even worse a few times with it, I could go into it further but this isnt a larvis post so i'll spare you all. For now.

- his favorite horror movies are the funny ones

- he isnt much of a drinker, mostly around holidays and just to get a little buzzed. spiked eggnog and fireball are his go-to's. Drunk christmas karaoke is one of his favorite things (he's constantly giving sal secondhand embarrassment). 2 words, mariah carrey.

- For awhile he genuinely tried to be a good student but because he was so far behind and his undiagnosed adhd, the teachers started to demonize him. Eventually he realized it didnt matter how hard he tried, so he just gave up. The only subject he likes is art, so that's where he focuses all his energy and actually tries.

- skips school sometimes but lisa tends to give him hell for it so he tries not to do it too often, mostly just skips certain classes if hes really not feeling it.

- almost always comes to school high

- his room is such a mess. sal tries to help him with it but he has similar struggles. whenever ash or todd come over, it becomes a group effort and shit gets done rather quickly. luckily no biohazards, so its not like his room really needs a DEEP clean but still. its nice.

- larry fucking LOVES jack black movies, also stupid stoner movies.

- Loves the arcade too, You'd think his favorite would be guitar hero, but that's more for sal. his favorite is mortal combat or those car racing games that you sit in with the steering wheel.

- larry cant cook for shit, hes always burning something, it always turns out gross and inedible. unless he's stoned, in which case he magically turns into a michelin star chef. weird ass combinations, but it always turns out really good.

- despite being shit at cooking, he still tries to help his mom with it, even though he mostly ends up just being in the way and she eventually shoos him out of the kitchen

- he smells super musky, with cheap cologne and the faint scent of weed

- when he was really little, he had a dinosaur onsie that he would wear everywhere, very rarely taking it off until it started to get too tight. he was beyond devastated when he realized he grew out of it, lisa had to pry it away from him in fear that he would accidentally destroy it. She keeps it in her closet collecting dust. Its one of the few things she kept from before jim disappeared. despite it bringing up memories of what things used to be like before he "left", she couldnt bear to throw it out.

- sometimes when larry needs comfort, he sneaks into her room and steals it temporarily. on sleepless nights, he zips it over his pillows as a makeshift pillowcase, its one of the few things that help him relax. It's always put back in place by the next morning. Lisa has no idea, and he's far too embarrassed about it to say anything to her.

- the only person who knows about this is sal because of their sleepovers. One night He was high as balls and got paranoid, when he tried to sleep it off the fear was just too much so away he crept, into lisa's room. Of course he made sal come with him, he sure as shit wasnt going alone.

- when questioned about it, larry refused to answer and so sal let it go figuring he would tell him when he was ready.

- Larry Harbors an obscene amount of guilt. struggles with sh off and on, tries not to relapse unless things get really unbearable. to prevent this, him and the SF gang (primarily ash) regularly doodle and sometimes paint on the places he's prone to harm.

- when he can feel himself slipping into an episode, larry makes it a point to braid his hair so it won't get matted. tries to brush it and rebraid it at least once a week, but often struggles to find the energy and lets it sit in for longer. Not to mention, a lot of the times he stops showering which makes it even harder to braid because of the greasiness.

- has given himself a few amateur stick and pokes. They look like shit, and he knows it but he's still very proud of them.

- the ink he uses for it fades pretty fast

- he's also tried to give himself piercings, but always fucks it up so he takes them out and slaps a bandaid over it

- collects different kinds of flavored chapstick, takes a bite out of them sometimes when he thinks no one is looking (ofc sal has caught him a few times but has never said anything)

- after he first met megan, he was scared shitless. slept with the lights on for the next few weeks and refused to shut the door when going to the bathroom, insisting to his mom on keeping the shower curtain open at all times (he tried to act chill about it around sal and it kinda worked. kinda.) after awhile he eventually calmed down but still finds himself getting really nervous whenever him and sal talk to a ghost, though he would never admit it.

- has a picture of his dad in a locket but rarely wears it because he's afraid he'll accidentally break it. always keeps it with him though, usually in his pocket, holding it as he walks.

- Despite his general demeanor he's quite the gentleman, always holding doors open and really courteous towards women. Most people don't expect it just based on his appearance, but Lisa raised him right.

- also he's hot as fuck.

- we all know larry is a metalhead, but what kind of metal is his favorite? It generally depends on his mood but id say sludge, thrash, and doom.

- You're telling me this man, who is depressed as fuck and also a stoner wouldnt eat up some electric wizard? saint vitus? bitch, please. I know quite a few albums that would bring him to his knees.

- And I know I'm prolly gonna get hate for this but I notice when a lot of other people write about larry (AND sal), they tend to lean towards nu metal or just plain emo. And while I don't think either of them would mind it, The lyrics and vocals of Sanity's fall feels more reminiscent of death or black metal and given the fact that SF is his favorite band, I don't think he would listen to that kind of stuff, at least not on a regular basis. Ash on the other hand definitely would.

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - September 22-28

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1. The slowest of trailblazers: Better DNA testing means trafficked turtles can go home

““You don't want to just get a turtle and just throw it anywhere,” says Rodrigues, especially because box turtles have a big range, spanning numerous states. So [after they’re confiscated from black market animal traffickers] they wind up stuck in captivity. However, DNA testing has gotten cheap enough and good enough that individual box turtles can finally be traced back to the state where they came from.”

2. New progenitor cell type discovered, may aid in tissue repair and generation

“A team of SAHMRI scientists has discovered a completely new type of cell that […] could be used to boost healing in conditions like diabetes, where the body struggles to repair itself properly. Crucially, these cells don't express typical "self" markers, meaning they could be ideal candidates for stem cell transplantation as they're much less likely to be attacked by the recipient's immune system.”

3. How a Children’s Playground Is Helping With Flood Mitigation

“[This park sits above] a below-ground tank capable of holding hundreds of thousands of gallons of stormwater that city officials say would have otherwise spilled onto the streets or streamed into the basements[….] Others increase resilience with newly planted trees that can absorb carbon dioxide and airborne pollutants; once they mature, those trees also provide shade cover that can reduce the heat island effect of urban areas[….]”

4. Transforming agriculture from carbon source to sink

“The study results indicate that by 2050, these agricultural practices [using cover crops, biochar, and agroforestry] could reduce as much greenhouse gas emissions as planting new forests[….] Carbon sequestration on agricultural land is not only important for climate change mitigation efforts but can also enhance agricultural productivity and resilience to climate change[….]”

5. Rewilding success for long-lost bird population

“Conservation charities have successfully completed the second round of rewilding of a long-lost bird breed in Dover [… after working] over 40 years to restore a suitable grassland for the birds. […] Earlier this year, 108 choughs fledged successfully in Cornwall, according to charity Cornwall Birds.”

6. Over 30 celebrities join auction to put LGBTQ+ books in classrooms

“Pride and Less Prejudice is hosting its fourth annual #BannedTogether virtual auction this weekend with the goal of raising $20,000 to send 1,600 free LGBTQ-inclusive books to elementary schools across the United States.”

7. Advancement of Indian Buffalo Management Act Underscores Bipartisan Support for Tribal-led Buffalo Restoration

“The advancement of [this Act] reaffirms bipartisan support of Tribal sovereignty, self-determination and capacity building for bison restoration on Tribal lands. […] The Indian Buffalo Management Act would secure funding for Tribes and Tribal organizations that have an established buffalo herd and management program, as well as provide resources for Tribes to establish new herds.”

8. Anti-inflammatory drug shows promise in boosting motivation for patients with depression

“Growing evidence suggests one potential cause of low motivation may be persistent inflammation, which suppresses activity within key circuits in the brain. […] Patients who received infliximab demonstrated a greater willingness to exert effort in pursuit of rewards compared to those who received the placebo. […] "By targeting inflammation, we're not only addressing the biological underpinnings of these deficits but also offering new hope for more effective treatment options."”

9. Pig transplant research yields a surprise: Bacon safe for some people allergic to red meat

“Some people who develop a weird and terrifying allergy to red meat after a bite from a lone star tick can still eat pork from a surprising source: Genetically modified pigs created for organ transplant research. […] The company that bred these special pigs shares its small supply, for free, with allergy patients.”

10. Brussels tries out a novel rooftop wind turbine suitable for cities

“Just like solar panels, the Renewind mini wind turbine can be installed on the roof of a building[….] Renewind's invention is designed to make the most of wind acceleration at the edge of the roof, a phenomenon that could produce between 1 and 3 MWh per year.”

September 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (11-12)

parts 11 & 12 of ?? | 1076 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Giving the kids rides home from Hellfire meetings is wreaking havoc on Steve’s gas money. It also involves the double-edged sword of Eddie being there.

11.

Giving the kids rides home from Hellfire meetings is wreaking havoc on Steve’s gas money. It also involves the double-edged sword of Eddie being there. Two birds, one stone—but seeing him always stirs up feelings in Steve’s chest that he doesn’t know what to do with, so the audience isn’t ideal. 

“About that total,” Eddie says one night, in the hurried rush between the kids piling into the Beemer and exchanging bills so either no one saw or the older club members assumed it was a simple drug deal. “I need to charge interest.”

Steve pauses, peering at Eddie, whose expression and body language carry more of the tension from their first run-in than he’s seen in a while. His first instinct is to ask about his uncle, but he’s not supposed to know about that and doesn’t want to get Dustin in trouble for telling him.

So much for a straightforward total. There’s some jewelry in his parents' room that his mom hasn’t missed in months, and probably won’t ask about whenever she bothers to stop by the house next. Maybe he can sell it, help both Eddie and himself out.

“Sure, why not,” Steve sighs. 

It’s Eddie’s turn to stop and frown at him. “Really? No protest, just like that?”

Steve angles a thumb over one shoulder, pointing back at the Beemer right as one of the kids (his money, if he had any left, would be on Mike) gets to the horn. “No time,” he says with a tight smile of his own.

The car honks again as he turns to go. He was right; Dustin has shotgun, but Mike is the one leaning up from the back seat to lay on the horn. 

“Mike! Patience, dictionary, look it up!” Shaking his head, Steve starts towards the car at a brisk pace, throwing a quick “See you next week, Munson” over his shoulder.

12.

What the fuck was that, what the fuck was that?

“What the fuck was that?”

Jeff’s voice mirroring his exact thought makes Eddie jump at least half a foot in the air. Gareth and Frank are already headed to Frank’s car, a fact he notes with confusion because—

“I told them you’re giving me a ride,” Jeff explains. “Figured it’d give you an opportunity to share about whatever’s going on with you and The Hair lately.”

“There’s nothing going on,” Eddie mumbles, jamming both hands deep in his jeans pockets to tuck the wad of bills he’d palmed from Harrington safely away. He slouches off towards his van where it sits alone in the deserted parking lot.

“Then he’s shit at buying drugs,” Jeff shoots back, following, “because he didn’t take anything with him. Come on, Eddie, how long have we been friends? I was right there getting that rabies shot with you after you tried to house train a raccoon, man.”

Eddie gets in and starts the van, looking anywhere but at his friend. “What are you poking at this for? Let it go, it’s not that big a deal.”

Yes it is. Yes it is and I am in over my head, I am so in over my head it’s not even—

“Dude,” Jeff says flatly. “I can see you thinking a mile a minute.”

So Eddie cracks. He drives out to the middle of nowhere and parks in a field, and tells Jeff everything, hardly stopping for breath the entire time. He outs Harrington, which he's literally being paid not to do. He outs himself (which, nothing against Jeff, but he was kind of hoping to get the fuck out of Hawkins before anyone besides his uncle found out). He talks about how the doctors keep extending the time Wayne is on the medication, not happy with some sort of results from blood tests, and having to ask for interest.

“And he’s going to do it,” Eddie says, winded by disbelief of this fact as well as everything else that's tumbled out of his mouth like a goddamn avalanche. “He didn’t even ask how much. That must mean—I must have really intimidated him, right? What if I’m ruining his life?”

“Oh bull,” Jeff scoffs, finally elbowing a word in edgewise. “Nothing I saw tonight implied he thinks you’re intimidating. Look, wait a minute—did you just say you’re gay?”

Eddie freezes. “I . . . sort of did, yeah.”

“. . . And the best you can do is a crush on Steve Harrington? 

He flushes, pulling clumps of his hair to cover his face with both hands—mortified, but also hiding a manic grin. They’ve been friends for years, and while Eddie hadn’t expected Jeff to call him a fag and spit in his face, it would’ve been too much to expect this kind of easy acceptance.

That done, he starts patting his pockets for a joint, because god he needs one. “Uh, apparently? He’s, I mean, he looks like that, but. . . .”

“But a total douchebag,” Jeff supplies. “Man, I get it, most of the girls in this town would call me a nerd or have their boyfriends beat me up as soon as look at me.” He pauses, accepting the joint when passed to him with a look he sometimes gets when trying to puzzle out one of the traps Eddie's set in a campaign. “You’re right though, it’s weird. I never would’ve guessed blackmail because he didn’t even seem, like, mad.”

Eddie pounces on that, nodding hard. “Yeah, exactly! You know, he never even asked why I wasn’t worried that he’d tell people about me? I had an answer all lined up too, I was going to be all—” he drops into one of his villain character voices, low and gravelly— “Everyone knows I’m a freak already, they don’t need confirmation. You, on the other hand, are prime real estate for the gossip mill to go to town on.”

Jeff smirks. “Well, that’s true. But you’re only threatening to tell his girlfriend, right?” When Eddie nods again, he simply shrugs. “So, maybe he’s not worried that she’ll spread it around. I know Buckley from band class, she’s decent. Could explain why he’s so relaxed about the whole thing.”

“But then why is he paying?” Eddie wails, getting both arms in on the question. 

“No idea. Maybe all that hair is weighing down on his brain.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbles, but he doesn’t mind. It's a relief to tell someone, even though he's still not sure how to feel about the whole mess.

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 8

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: I've got a long weekend, so I'm hoping to post this and Chapter 9. This is a shorter chapter, so let's see how this goes XD.

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Ch. 8: The Weight That’s Crushing Can Be Relieved

You had honestly driven just about as fast as you could to get to the tower as quick as possible. The anxiety alone that you were in the process of pushing down was almost crippling you at this point, years of unresolved traumas resurfacing with the reappearance of the only being that you hoped was dead somewhere for the last 8 years. This was one part of your past you never wanted to confront again, but ironically you had to deal with it now- for work, for a new client. The rest of the trip was anti-climactic, nothing of significance really happened. Kris had only called you about an hour ago, checking to make sure you were still on track to show up at the office around 2. You looked at the clock on the radio to the truck, seeing that it was now 2:18 PM as you pulled into the underground garage. The garage attendant did a double take, not anticipating seeing you here on a Sunday. You always made sure to give yourself 1 day off a week, usually Sundays. You rolled down the window, stopping by the all concrete office that he worked out of, complete with bullet proof one way glass windows. 

“Hey Ralph, how are you today?” You asked, handing him your work badge so he could swipe it, giving you a little ticket to stick to the inside of your windshield, signaling to all that this vehicle was allowed to park here. 

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N, it’s a wonder to see you here today. I hear you gotsa big project comin’ up.” He handed back your card, leaning against the doorway to the office. 

“Yeah, I do Ralph. And please, call me Y/N.” You slid your card back into your wallet, before resting your right arm over the steering wheel to the truck and holding your chin with your left, which was resting on the armrest on the door. 

“Good luck with your project, Ms. Y/N. And get some rest, you ain’t looking so great.” He smirked, before closing the door to his office and retiring to his post. 

“There’s a real confidence boost,”  you think to yourself as you slowly pull forward, working your way up the floors in the parking garage to get to the highest floor, and finding your rightful spot in the level, complete with your title on the sign bolted to the wall. As you pulled in, you noticed that Kris’ car wasn’t there yet, so you glanced down at you phone to see if she had texted you. With no new notifications, you quickly typed out a message to her, hitting send and bringing down the visor in the truck to check your appearance. Ralph was right, you looked like absolute hell. It was obvious you hadn’t slept, the bags under your eyes a faint greenish purple hue, almost like you had two healing black eyes. Your eyes were red, like you could be a spokesperson for Visine, and the puffiness around your eyes betrayed the intermittent crying of the past few days. You felt your phone vibrate, glancing down at the screen. 

2:24 PM   YOU- “Hey, you close? I just pulled into my spot, I'll be in there shortly.”

2:26 PM   KRIS- “Yeah, I had to make a pit stop on my way in, I know you haven’t eaten anything but gas station garbage. I'll be there in 10.”

You smirk at how well she knows your habits, before climbing out of the truck and going to the passenger side to grab the duffel bag. You stretch briefly,  groaning at your joints aching from pushing through that drive after having been up for 17 hours prior. You brush yourself off, wiping off any crumbs that may be lingering from your road snacks, and any wrinkles in your clothes. You stood by the door to the elevator, swiping your security card and pressing the up button, tapping your foot while you waited for the elevator to arrive. The door dinged open, and you stepped inside, pressing the button to take you to your office. 

You slid the card to open your door, throwing your duffle bag onto the sofa at the far end of your office, and walked over to the private bathroom that lurked behind a faux wall panel. You looked yourself up and down, realizing just how terrible you really looked.  You reached over to the small cabinet on the wall, grabbing a cloth from within, and wetting it with cold water, wiping your face entirely, and wringing it out before soaking it in cold water again, and resting it on your eyes. Your stomach made a small grumble at its lack of true sustenance, and you heard the faint click of your office door opening, meaning Kris had arrived. You heard the click of high heels coming towards your desk area. Rising from the toilet, you removed the washcloth from your eyes, wringing it back out and draping it over the empty towel rack in front of you. You splashed some water onto your face, and ran your fingers through your undercut hair before opening the door and walking out to greet your assistant. 

“Thank you for meeting up with me, I know you value time off a little bit more than me.” You state, drawing the attention of the blonde in front of you, sitting in one of the arm chairs with her legs crossed. She had on a pair of light blue ripped jeans, and a simple black t-shirt, and her glasses sat on top of her head. 

“Jesus, Y/N/N. What is wrong with you?” She quickly rose and came over to your side, concern etched into her features. She could tell you were not doing so well right now. “What’s going on?” She rubbed your arms up and down, while you stared down at the hardwood floor. She shifted her head to interrupt your vision, stirring you from your trance, and grabbing your hands to try and ground you. When you winced in pain, she looked at the bandaged hand that was in her grasp. You motioned for her to sit across from you, keeping the barrier of the desk between you for this conversation. 

“Sit down, I’ll tell you. But you’re not going to like it. God knows I don’t.” You state as shed the coat you were wearing, and draping it over the back of your chair. 

“Do you want some food first? You look like you haven’t eaten for days. I brought you some tikka from your favorite place.” She motioned towards the bag sitting on a far table. 

“Right now Kris, I’m really not hungry. I ate some of a sandwich on my way here.” You reasoned, trying to reassure her that you had been taking care of yourself.Her face dropped, but she knew better than to try and force you right now. “But you can go ahead and eat some, if you want.” You nodded towards the bag, and she walked over, opening it and getting her containers of food set out. She brought over a few cups, one with rice, one with her masala, as well as a foil pouch which you knew held some garlic naan inside of it. On a normal day, you would absolutely devour some of this, and. Your mouth would water at the smell of the naan, but in your current state it made your mouth run dry, as you felt queasy. 

“Does any of this have to do with that creeper dude by your apartment?” She asked, staring down at the container of food in her hand, picking through it for the piece she wanted, before glancing back up at you. Your hand shook slightly at the mention of him. But you knew, you had to tell her some of what you had ‘discovered’.

“Yeah, it is. It’s all about him right now.” You state flatly, standing up and walking over to the windows in your office, grabbing the dog tags under your shirt and rubbing them for some form of comfort. “He was in McCall. Working at the general store.” You stare out the window of the high-rise, not sparing a glance over to the woman at your desk, 

“He what?!” She asked with a tone of disbelief. “Y/N, that can’t be a coincidence. Did he say anything?” She set her food down, leaning over to rest her arms on her knees to get slightly closer to you. 

“He approached me in the parking lot, trying to make a conversation about the Cobra. I pretty much shut that conversation down, then went in to get my groceries. When I checked out, he was the cashier. Went by ‘Fred’ at the store.” You glanced back over your shoulder, trying to gauge her reaction. 

“Have you seen him anywhere else?”

“No. Not physically, at least.” She narrowed her eyes at this statement. She could tell that you were being purposefully vague, and that irritated her to no end. 

“Not physically? What is that supposed to mean?” She asked, leaning back in the chair, resting her arms on the armrests. 

“When I got back home, I did some research. Turns out that ‘Fred’, or Mr. Steven Waters, was one of my Sergeants while I was in the Army.” You turned around at the last bit of information, wanting to see how she reacted to him being from your past as well.  He eyebrow raised, and she ran one of her hands through her hair. 

“So you know him?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” You express flatly, not wanting to let on that there was more to this story. “He’s a real swell guy.” You lace as much sarcasm as you could into the last of that statement.  “Looks like he’s had a rough go of things since his discharge. Battery, Aggravated Assault, Robbery, you name it. Man has been busy for the last 8 years.”

“That’s how long it’s been since you last saw him?” She asks, her tone alluding to the fact that she knows you are withholding information.

“Yeah. He’s definitely changed a bit since then. Which would explain why I didn’t recognize him at first.” You state. 

“But still, you have the uncanny ability to recall the most vague of details. Something isn’t adding up here, Y/N.” She stood, coming over to where you stood., looking you in the eyes. “Do you think that’s who was in that car behind you?”

“I know it was. He was driving. He had someone else with him, but I don’t know who.”

“How do you know? I mean, if you never saw him, it may have not been him.”

“He called me.” You mumble, walking away towards the sofa where your bag lay. 

“Wha…What?” She turned on an axis, stalking after you to try and withdraw more information from you. “What do you mean he called you?”

“Did I stutter? He CALLED me. On my cell. Twice. First time, I was at the house. He knows that I know he’s lurking around. The second time was to tell me that he knew I was heading to LA, so it didn’t matter what route I took- he would find me either way.” Kris stood there, mouth agape as she absorbed the information being relayed to her. “He knows where I live, he has my phone number, he knows where I work.”

“How? How did this happen? You’re so tight lipped and close to the vest about everything. You’re normally so careful.” She spoke softly, not wanting to insinuate that this was your fault. 

“Hes an ex-Ranger, Kris. He was one of the best trackers in the goddamn military. I learned from HIM.” You punctuate the last part, to let her know that he had been the teacher, meaning he knew more than you. “I may hate his guts, but he was like a goddamn bloodhound. You told him to find someone, and he would find them, their closest relatives, you name it. Witness Protection, Clandestine, didn’t matter. He would find you. He found out about this contract before I did. And it isn’t like I haven’t been interviewed and published. People still know about me, Kris.” She grimaced at this, knowing that meant he knew about everyone in your life by this point, including her. 

“So changing your number won’t help, I take it?” She tried to make light of the situation slightly, but you just glared at her. 

“No. It won’t.” You played with the zipper on your duffle bag. 

“So, if you know this guy, why do you seem so off about it?”

“Kris, thats exactly why I’m off. I know him.” The innuendo in that statement made your skin crawl. “I know what he is capable of. And all things considered, he is a man with nothing to loose. He is dangerous, and it sounds like the wrong people have a hold on him.” 

“Why did you come back early? Why not take the time to process? And why the hell wouldn’t you fly in?” You knew this would come up, and you weren’t sure you knew the answer. 

“Honestly, I just need to work. I need to figure out what this guy has been doing to warrant a top tier security firm being hired to protect an A List celebrity. I need to know the in between, and what he has been up to since his discharge that lead up to this point. He is too dangerous to just take time away- so I need to bury myself in work. Occupy my time. ” You state, sitting yourself down on the sofa. You didn’t want to tell her you drank yourself into a stupor and didn’t feel like flying would be safe. 

“Ok.” She left it at that, for which you were thankful. But you could tell she knew there was more. 

“Has there been any discussion as to what this guy has already done to the client?” You ask, moving your bag to the floor so you could rest more comfortably on the sofa. 

“The Client? Y/N, just say Scarlett.  And no, not to my knowledge. All I know is that this security threat has affected and rattled her to the point she lost her husband as a result. I know you care, but you need to rest first, so you can put your best foot forward. When was the last time you slept?” She asked, coming over to kneel by the sofa.

“I dunno,” you mumble, glancing at your watch, which now read 3:15 PM. “I couldn’t sleep, so I was up at 3 yesterday morning.” She shook her head in disapproval. 

“Y/L/N, you need to sleep. Do you need me to drive you back to the apartment?”

“No, I’ll head there in a little bit. I just need to rest for a bit and feel productive.” You don’t want to let her know that you’re planning on staying here, you know that he will be watching your apartment. You don’t trust him when he knows you’re alone. 

“Ok, Y/N. Get some rest, wash up and I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks K. And thank you for bringing me something to eat.” You smiled briefly. 

“You know it. And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Take care of that hand. I don’t wanna know how that shit happened.” She narrowed her eyes at you, insinuating that she thinks it may be self inflicted. 

You watched as she left your office after placing your food into the small fridge located behind your desk. You made sure that she left the floor before moving your bag into the hidden bathroom, hanging up your work clothes so they wouldn’t be wrinkly for the morning. This is the time you were glad that they let you design your own office. You had hidden the bathroom, so no one really knew there was one in here but Kris, but even she had no clue that you had designed a full hidden Murphy bed into the wall as well. You pulled the book on your shelf that was responsible for the latch, and slowly eased the bed onto the floor. You flopped onto the mattress, pressing a button on the wall nearby to draw all the shades for the windows to the office, allowing the room to fall into darkness. You grabbed your phone and set a series of alarms, ensuring that you would wake up before anyone arrived for work in the morning, and so you could freshen up in the gyms showers.

(CHAPTER 9)

[stillness-in-green]

Again on the Advisor front and it involves the image below. In this case, this is the image made in response to Skeptic talking about those in the PLF that were Heteromorphs with a grudge against the system. Spinner's crew and Katana makes sense, Pilot Zombie and Cabbie Shark you can also kinda guess given their designs.......but why the heck is Bindi the Younger and Skully here? Are they really that Heteromorphic underneath their gear? While glad for them to get more screentime, feels as if at least Skully would have been better off being replaced by Toadman or something?

Oh, that is a weird choice. I mean, Cabbie Hat guy isn't even that heteromorphic (especially when the anime can't be bothered to accurately depict how enormous he is!), and I definitely don't think Bindi the Younger is, especially not if she is actually related to Bindi the Elder, who is just Grandma-Shaped, no more or less divergent than that.

Hose Face has always felt to me like he could be heteromorphic, in that the enormous hose attached to his mask serves no useful function I've ever been able to identify. It tucks into the big satchel bag he wears at his side, but to what end? Is he breathing some substance out of there? Is it light armor worn over an elephantine trunk, but the armor reduces the trunk's mobility so he just stashes the end in the satchel to keep it from swinging around and being in the way?

When he gets thrashed by Gigantomachia, the hose gets shredded but there's no bloodspray, so it would seem he didn't have an actual limb in there. But his quirk emits from around his hands, and it doesn't seem like anyone else affected by it requires protection from it, as against e.g. Mustard's gas. So what's the deal?

It's vague enough that I'd probably swap Bindi the Younger out first, if I were just picking one. But regardless, yes, Trucker Frog should definitely have been there if they were just looking for heteromorphic advisors to throw into the shot. Maybe they just didn't have a reference on hand because they didn't actually wind up showing Trucker Frog in the anime thanks to the damn fool way they decided to depict the PLF structure back when?

Feels like they'd have ultimately been better served by just cutting a person off either end of the lines and consolidating the obvious heteromorphs. Or, better yet, just show a bunch of random rural heteromorphs as the ones with the grudge against the system, since those are the people Skeptic is actually talking about: unfairly Villainized heteromorphs or those pushed into Villainy by their untenable circumstances, ones who came to respect Spinner as a result of his visibility with the League of Villains and the PLF's subsequent pushing of his image via the posters and such.

Sure, maybe the original discrimination pushed a portion of heteromorphs towards the MLA, especially if the MLA was doing some below-the-surface outreach efforts with that crowd prior to the League hitting the scene anyway, but ultimately the group Skeptic is referring to in that scene are the people on the streets, the rioters Spinner will lead to the hospital, not the heteromorphs of the PLF, regardless of what brought the latter into the fold.

Watching the scene just to make sure we were on the same page, I notice the anime didn't include the flashback of the Spinner cosplayers, which - well, I don't know if they showed up where they should have originally (the Villain Hunt montage after Deku parts ways with All Might), and I wouldn't be surprised if they were cut, given the anime's ongoing Spinner Crimes. But one or both times, it's a damn weird cut to make, given that they're the biggest foreshadowing throughline that leads to the hospital mini-arc to begin with!

We really shouldn't have been seeing rando PLF guys there at all, other than the ones the series had already tied to that plot, but we especially shouldn't have been seeing them as stand-ins for the common civilian heteromorphs that are actually being talked about as people who will answer Spinner's call. It's Kind of Important to Shouji being able to talk them down that they're just people who've pushed too far, not members of the paramilitary quirk liberation cult!

Thanks as always for the ask!

[honeybewrites]

Give me a ramble about anything and everything!! 🩷🩷

Soooo I know I'm super late to answering this ask and I also took a two week hiatus from posting my schedule. Tag games had built up (I had like 20 drafts at one point and I think I still missed a few), irl things got really busy, and I kind of hit a little low motivation train from just being so exhausted. BUT!! I'm finally caught up on everything, downed an energy drink to give me the energy, and I think I can get back to my regular posting schedule!

I'm using this to do my Monday world building/lore post, so you're about to get some rambles about one of my favorite species: DRAGONS!!!!!

I specifically want to talk about Tanimoriem, one of the subspecies of Dragons in my WIPs. Both WIPs involve the species pretty heavily and... I just like them so I'm going to burden you all with my unintelligible ramblings :D

As always, quick disclaimers. This is a long post, big surprise there. I can't find any CW, but if I missed something, let me know! With that out of the way, let's get into it!!

Tanimoriem, also shortened to Tan, came about during the Dragon War (the first one). This war happened centuries before either WIP takes place and has little recorded history.

At the hight of the war, the Dragons came up with a plan. And through massive amounts of elemental and energy, the Dragons "gifted" parts of themselves to various select beings who had been extremely loyal to them through the war, resulting in the new species, the Tanimoriem. It still remains to be one of the most impressive and powerful uses of elemental in history.

As time went on and the Second Dragon War came and passed, the Tan grew to be seen as lesser species, similar to how the fairies, giants, and other intelligent species are less respected and discriminated against. The Tan have been used by many Realms, governments, and organizations as guinea pigs and disposable assets. And since the Dragons retreat from the Realms, they are the last link to them and have been nearly wiped out of existence.

Now, for what the actually species look like, the best I can come up with is a mix between a tiefling and a dragonborn. Throw on some scales, big wings, those dragonborn legs, and you've got yourself a Tanimoriem! They've got that humanoid face with the horns, tails, and pointy ears. They have human like hair on their head, pointy teeth, and humanish hands with claws. Coloring, wing size, tail types, and horn shape/size all vary depending on what Realm the Tan originates from.

These two pictures were about the closest I could find if you were to mush them together.

Each Realm has their own ethnicity of Tan with unique features developed specifically for that Realm. For example Realm Ketaawi, which is ninety percent water, has Tan that are able to breathe underwater and can withstand immense pressure from diving so deep in the oceans. Their horns are usually smaller and their sight is one of the best of any Realms creatures.

Whereas Realm Aveilu, which is a gas planet with habitable rings, has Tan with the largest wingspan. These Tan can hold their breathes for long amounts of time or survive in low oxygen atmosphere. They are also well adapted to colder temperatures as flying high up it gets pretty chilly.

The other really cool thing about their appearance, is they can morph! Or shape shift. They have two forms: their "natural" Tanimoriem form like the description above, and their "humanoid" or namuh form. Their scale color transfers to their skin color, so if you've got purple scales, guess who's got purple skin?

Morphing is excruciatingly painful. Their bodies basically deconstruct and rebuild themselves in the matter of a minute. So changing from Tan to namuh, their wings have to break down into their back, their horns have to shrink down into their head, their legs have to change, not to mention all their internal organs and scales. Think of it like a werewolf, only they have control over when they morph or not. Generally, they like to stick to one form as long as possible. Not only because of the pain, but there can be complicates. Bones can grow back wrong, an organ can be missing, you can die from the blood loss. It's generally not worth the risk.

Like all Dragon species, Tanimoriem generally live in packs. Packs can be as small as three members, to as large as a hundred or more. Most packs fall within the twenty to fifty range, quickly dwindling as more Tan are killed off.

Every member of the pack has a job to do and everyone is treated equally. All members make sure everyone is provided with food and shelter, older members help raise and teach the pups and protect the pack. Once a Tan reaches maturity, about thirty-two, they are allow to participate in pack meetings where elders are elected and other things like pack laws are discussed.

Most of the packs in any given Realm have good communication with each other. Relaying news about the war and other important things freely. Generally, any conflicts between packs are short and peacefully resolved. They all look after each other and do their best to avoid the other species, especially namuhs.

One of my favorite things about Dragons is their bonds. It's one of the most important things in their culture and lives. Being close with the pack is vital to their survival. Dragons need to bond with each other or else they can get violently ill or even die. They weren't made to be solitary creatures and they need the comfort of others.

There are dozens of bonds between Dragons. Parental bonds, friendship bonds, romantic bonds, sexual bonds, some mix of those, or something else all together!

There are certain things consistent with all bonds, but with all of them, it's a spectrum.

The Tan involved, either one or multiple, are able to communicate telepathically with each other in some way. Sometimes, it must be intentional and the Tan involved have to open their minds to receive. On the opposite end of the spectrum, sometimes you're just going to hear your bonded Tan's thoughts, twenty-four seven and you have to intentionally block them out and even then it doesn't do much.

They can "feel" each other as well. Again, it's a spectrum. So you might have to really focus to feel the emotions of the bonded Tan, or you might have to focus to figure out which emotions are yours and which are your bonded Tan's.

Each bond is different for each Tan. No two are the same. And the Tan has no control over what kind of bond they will get. The Tan believe it's the Ancients that give them the appropriate bonds they need for each other. It's also heavily influenced by biological and mental factors and those bonds can evolve or deteriorate over time.

Tiny little side note, which is in no way important to EoWC in any way, Tanimoriem don't have to bond with just other Dragons. They can bond with other species, like say, Mirralians. *Rage* *cough cough*

I think this is a long enough ramble. Otherwise we're going to be here all day. Once again, thank you @anaisbebe for the ask and letting me ramble!

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[scottienolan]

full name: scottie (scarlett) belle nolan

nicknames: scotch, scots

age: 25

star sign: gemini (june 17th)

hometown: orlando, florida

occupation: waitress at oasis

pronouns/gender: she/her, cis female

time in town: new in town

location: fisher's cove

@aurorabayaesthetic

please be aware the following bio contains mentions of childhood poverty, drug use, parental abandonment, foster care, and assault

the story so far.

scottie (born scarlett) was born as the second child to nina nolan, a stripper in orlando who could barely hold down a job for anything longer than four months.

with her mother and her older brother, atlas, scottie grew up in 'pay by the night' motel rooms. often it was just her and her brother fending for themselves while their mother worked and partied through nights and slept through the days. that's when times were good.

when times were bad nina would disappear for days at a time, either with a new boyfriend or whatever substance she was currently indulging in. those would be the times they'd get kicked out of motels for falling behind on payments.

eventually the luck ran out and child services collected scottie and her brother when she was ten years old. separated by the system, they agreed to meet up in california when they turned eighteen after scottie having an obsession with hollywood all her life.

scottie bounced through the foster care system, some places good and some places bad -- some stays long and some stays short. a bad altercation with a man in her last placement led to her breaking a bottle over his head in self-defense -- an assault charge that led her to spend her last two years in the system in a group home.

after spending their time in several cities along the coast and a span of three years in las vegas working as a stripper, she currently rents a house in fisher's cove with her brother. they haven't heard from nina since they were kids. they enjoy throwing rowdy parties and are no strangers to noise complaints.

scottie fell easily into working as a cocktail waitress -- an adaptable job that puts her natural flirtation skills and attitude to work and results in good tips and happy regulars. she runs an onlyfans account on the side with a solid base built up of fans from her stripper days.

over the last year, scottie has been dabbling in a fledgling 'onlyfans' account -- she'd always dreamed of being famous, and getting the account off the ground is one step closer to that.

fun facts.

scottie grew up in Orlando and has an aversion to Disney World in spite of never stepping foot in the place before. (Her family couldn't afford to and she was painfully jealous being constantly surrounded by people who could.)

scottie drives a red 1998 Chevy Silverado pickup truck that she bought with her savings after turning 18. At the time it didn't run, but she and her brother spent hours watching Youtube tutorials and scavenging junkyards until they got all the right pieces to fix it up.

scottie is a big fan of the cheap fountain drinks that you can get at the gas station and is known for her experiments in mixing various kinds of soda to her liking. One can always be found in the cup holder of her truck.

scottie has an affinity for Big Red chewing gum if she's at work serving cocktails, there's a 98% chance she's got gum in her back pocket or is chewing it obnoxiously.

karaoke song of choice is 'Fancy' by Reba McEntire. She knows no other songs by Reba McEntire.

always wears a cheap silver heart gumball machine ring that her mother got for her when she was seven.

current connects:

sister to @atlasnolan

cousin to @cricketcampbell

coworker of @lorelailewis

hookup/OF collaborator of @buddywellls

wanted connections:

oasis regulars: people who work at the club or who scottie frequently waits on

service industry friends: people who she can meet up with for drinks during weird hours

equally unhinged influences: people she gets into trouble or hijinks with around town

neighbors: both people who frequent her and her brother's house parties or alternatively someone who might live next door and can't stand the noise

romantic connections: completely open to mess here!

scottie is a new babe and i'm pretty open to where she goes so hmu if you have ideas!

[samobservessonic]

While uncredited, this story was also written by Kitching, though the art came from an artist called Bojan Djukic, according to the wiki. There wasn’t a page for Djukic on the wiki and my search results came back with a footballer who’s probably not the same person, but I think this is the only issue they do art for. At least, I don’t recognise the style from elsewhere

I also believe this is the first mention of Metropolis Zone, which goes on to be a staple location in StC and houses Metropolis City. It’s Robotnik’s main hub right now, but also includes locations like the Groovy Train. It’s basically the big city. You’ve gotta have one. I don’t remember it looking so… sci-fi, but it’s a big place, there’s room for a little sci-fi out the back

We’re now seeing the drawbacks of just anyone knowing about the Floating Island. Because as well as the Marxio Bros setting up camp there, you’ve got this guy, called Smirch, stealing the Purple Chaos Emerald. Why he only grabbed one of them, I don’t know. Maybe it was too risky to stick around for the jackpot?

Sonic, my guy. I know your heart is in the right place. I know you’re eager to impress your rival and crush Knuckles by getting back this emerald for him, but I think the guy wearing the green cape with the prominent knuckle fists had this under control

I was about to say that this bird man’s power is poisonous gas, but it looks like he’s just throwing it. And we once again see that the first thing on Sonic’s mind is helping the civilians. StC Sonic might be kind of a jerk to his friends, but taking care of the civilians is always high up his priority list

Yeah, what do you know about the emerald theft, not-Knuckles??

…Wow, looks like not-Knuckles was actually Knuckles! And he’s less than enthused about Sonic getting in his way, but Sonic’s still eager to help. He’s come prepared with a tracking device from Porker Lewis. Hey Knuckles, that Porker Lewis guy sounds handy, maybe he should come live with you at some point in the future? Just sayin’

Sonic’s smile on the second panel really gets me. He needs this banter in his life

Too eager to impress, Sonic once again spoils a trap that Knuckles sets for Smirch. I’m amused to see the term “nutter” crop up in StC as well. That’s like something my dad would say lol

The scans I’m using crop off a bit of the dialogue, but you get the gist of it. Sonic & Knuckles are distracted by their bickering and Smirch gets away

Damn Sonic, that was a low blow

Sonic tries to win this back by presenting Knuckles with the emerald, but Knuckles remains unimpressed

The story ends with Smirch getting away, but they got the emerald back, so that’s what matters. Since I was on the wiki to get the writer and artist credits anyway, I saw that this is Smirch’s only appearance. Imagine the bad luck of not only being a oneshot character, but being a oneshot character in a spin-off comic that most people probably won’t read

Anyway, this story was great! I already love the dynamic that Kitching’s made for Sonic & Knuckles in these early stories. They’re rivals, but Sonic also seems eager to impress Knuckles at the same time. He’s still a jerk to Knuckles like he is with a lot of his other friends, but Knuckles can fight him back on his own level and it feels like this gives both of them a chance to let loose? I’d obviously recommend this issue to SonKnux shippers, since it’s literally just a comic about the two of them fighting a villain of the week while bickering with each other

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

Loser father forces winner to be loser mother and as a result loser offspring who they should’ve poked with a clothes hanger or throw yourself down stairs or an old reliable domestic violence that causes miscarriage butttt no I’m just gonna procreate and force the kid to live in debt to life givers doused in shame guilt and others cultural fuck shit ahhhh gooood morning Vietnam my guy Robin had the right idea so did Anthony so did jas fly rip all of them I hope to hang with them soon b4 I become my absolute worst nightmare GOD FORBID id rather slice my fucking gums (oh wait mom forced dentis from hell on me said I’d go to hell and live miserably If I don’t listen guess what all botched delayed dental work in facilities that only me god will ever know hagaaaaahhghghhgg. I’d rather slice my fucking gums get struck by lightening and come back as vanilla ices son and get kicked and hit with shit everytime r kelly’s bump and grind comes on (the irony that this should’ve been the case but the only one calling out was thee only white rapper at the time loll weakest links be castrated and drowned again fuckers) any who your parents can end up being harmful to you the most whether they intend to or not and if there is no family no support no grew up with no held each other down lolll somehow the child’s fault all of it which worked as far as manipulation and gas lighting and projection is sick of myself after being back enmeshed with them fuck Covid fuck China fuck lockdowns fuck being working class fuck being all alone all the time bc shitty situations caused by shitty ppl mixed in with ppl trying to do their best to hemorrhage the big wound mistake after shooting yourself in the foot they shot us in the head and she shot me in my heart and I’m still not dead lol I have to live lol I have to survive noooope I actually don’t. When I’m no longer imprisoned by her programming I’ll be free either way. And now for some corny blogging I was given this world I didnt make it or make shit with it. I tried I hope I can keep trying if not I wasn’t supposed

[rabbitcruiser]

National Popcorn Day 

Settle down with a bowl of this classic movie treat, sample flavors from salty to spicy or get creative with edible decorations like garlands.

Oh, Popcorn! Delicious and delightful, popcorn is part of so many traditions. Popcorn balls at Halloween, popcorn strings at Christmas, and delicious buttery popcorn all year round at the movies!

Corn has played an important role in the diets of many cultures, and has spread to be a worldwide phenomenon since it was imported from the new world. So on National Popcorn Day make sure you have yourself a great big bowl of this delicious treat!

History of National Popcorn Day

To discuss the history of Popcorn day, one must understand the history of Popcorn. The original corn was derived from a small grass with kernels not much different than that of wheat. Careful selection and generations of breeding has resulted in what we think of today as the corn plant. When settlers came to the New World from the Old Country, they discovered this amazing crop and that it had been in use for quite some time.

Sometime along the line (possibly even thousands of years ago!), it was realized that certain corn kernels, when subjected to heat, will pop and reveal their soft fluffy endosperm in a cloud around their shell. Before long it was discovered to be a light and delicious treat, and cultivation led to the popcorn we have today.

There are actually two types of popcorn, but the familiar yellow popcorn we all see in movie theaters is by far the most popular. Popcorn has been used for everything from arts and crafts to the foundation of some of the most popular treats around. You can find it just about anywhere you go. The National Popcorn Board decided that this fluffy treat needed a day of celebration and recognition of its own, and thus was born Popcorn day!

National Popcorn Day Timeline

3600 B.C. First known use of popcorn

While it is unclear how far back in human history popcorn goes, a cave in New Mexico shows that popped kernels of corn may have been in use more than 5000 years ago.

1885 First commercial corn popping machine invented

After settlers to the early US colonies learn about the tradition of popping corn from native peoples, the industrial revolution prompts the invention of a machine to do the work. Charles Cretors of Chicago makes a mobile machine with a gas burner that can roam the streets and supply popcorn to pedestrians and movie-goers.

1981 Microwave popcorn bag patent is approved

Making popcorn even quicker and easier to eat, the General Mills patent for microwave popcorn bags is approved. Intake of the snack increases by thousands of pounds in the following years.

1988 National Popcorn Day coincides with Superbowl Sunday

Announced in The Calumet City Star, as well as other publications, National Popcorn Day is placed on January 31st, presumably to coordinate with families all over the United States who are throwing Super Bowl parties.

2003 First recorded incidence of National Popcorn Day on January 19

No one is really sure why it is moved, but a newspaper in Brownfield, Texas, gives the first indication that National Popcorn Day has been moved to January 19. And this date seems to stick!

How to Celebrate National Popcorn Day

Celebrating National Popcorn Day is as simple and delicious as it comes! You can start by just enjoying a bag of popcorn with your favorite toppings, and oh what delectable variety there is.

Ways to Enjoy Popcorn

You can have it with a classic mix of butter and salt, or get creative and add your favorite spices and herbs to it! There really isn’t anything that doesn’t go wonderfully with it. For a light heart-healthy addition you can skip the butter and shake it down with herbs like rosemary and thyme, or spice it up with cayenne. Or you can forgo the healthy options and bury it under a delicious coating of caramel and bacon, and really enjoy the decadence.

Go Global with Popcorn

First made readily available in America in the early 1800s, this delightful treat has grown in popularity so that it is now a delicacy found the world over. And different places seem to enjoy their popcorn in different ways:

Japan. In addition to the standards, folks here appreciate flavors such as honey, milk tea, and curry.

Europe. Enjoyed here as a sugary treat, popcorn is often sold in bags at the cinema, rather than freshly popped.

Nigeria. Best enjoyed by popping it in the microwave, a preferred flavor of popcorn here is fruit chutney.

India. In addition to the standard butter and salt popcorn, popcorn here can be found in unique flavors such as miso soup, Thai red coconut, and anchovy garlic.

Crafting with Popcorn

You can also celebrate popcorn by doing crafts with it! Popcorn strings are a wonderful decoration or use them to make garlands or even glue it to construction paper for a collage.

String or glue popcorn onto a metal or styrofoam form to make a festive popcorn wreath to welcome friends into your National Popcorn Day party. And don’t forget the paint and glitter to glitz it up even more!

Popcorn can even be used as a filling for glass Christmas ornaments to make cute decorations that give a little nod to the day.

Grab Some Gourmet Popcorn

If making popcorn at home doesn’t sound like fun, then go fancy by including some of these gourmet popcorn brands in the celebration. These companies are dedicated to making the best there is to offer in the way of popcorn treats:

Garrett Popcorn Shops. Originally located in the Chicago area, this company specializes in mixing Caramel and Cheese flavors for an extra unique blend. Shops can now be found not only in the United States but also in many places in Asia as well as the United Arab Emirates.

KuKuRuZa Gourmet Popcorn. Started in Seattle but named after the Russian word for “corn”, this company now does business in many countries in Asia and the Middle East, with online ordering throughout the world. Special flavors include Truffle Fromage Porcini, Seattle Style (Espresso Caramel), and Brown Butter & Sea Salt.

Harry & David’s Moose Munch. On the sweeter side of things, Moose Munch is a popcorn based treat that has been delighting fans for 25 years with its blend of popcorn, nuts and chocolate. If there’s no local shop nearby, online ordering is easy–or copycat recipes can make it simple to recreate at home.

Proper Corn. A fast-growing company in the United Kingdom, this popcorn company started in 2009 and has been delighting healthy snackers ever since! Look for flavors such as Sweet Coconut & Vanilla or Sour Cream & Black Pepper found in grocery stores in Europe as well as online in other countries.

The fun of popcorn can be enjoyed almost anytime, but National Popcorn Day is a particularly special day to celebrate this tasty treat. Popcorn is delicious, affordable, healthy (that is, before adding all of the butter, salt or sugar!) and can be enjoyed in a multitude of ways that is sure to delight everyone around.

Get creative for this special celebration and live up National Popcorn Day to the fullest with children and adults of all ages!

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[yungfrieda]

11.17.23

i felt way more like myself today than i have in several MONTHS

which is probably why i'm here writing this right now. it's a good thing because i've felt the urge to express myself in an honest way for a gooood while now.

a lot has happened. it's been a few months since i've written here but it just goes to show how much life happens even when it feels like the same day over and over again. since the last thing i've written, i've felt like i've taken the backseat to my life. at least since the end of august, and it's november now. through all of it, i've been dragging my physical body around operating solely from the cockpit of my mind. i lacked the proper sense of awareness about my own body. when i felt it - i was (am?) utterly repulsed by the feeling of it. by my own behavior and my physical being. spooked like seeing a ghost, and deeply ashamed.

either way, i've been there despite feeling an 'out-of-body' vibe about it. here's what happened though -

worked as an Associate Producer for a 3-day festival in Atlanta, GA. it was a 'win' given how long i've wanted to work for the producing agency partner. bucket list fulfilled, but so much sanity lost as a result. one of those projects that has you rocking back and forth in a corner, convincing yourself it will open "so many more doors"

Zach got a job that has him out of state for several months at a time - which has me feeling extremely mixed emotions. we were never in a committed relationship, but spent a lot time having amazing experiences together and keeping each other in good spirits. now tho? it's more like we're both throwing emotional weight around. my head tells me to pull back but my heart feels a sense of guilt and obligation. he's been there for me and has done a lot for me in the past. i want to show up those same ways, but maybe don't have all of the endless patience that i'd like to.

this is recent, but i find myself thinking about ian and a short term fling from earlier this year very frequently, way more than i'm comfortable with. i wish i could flush my brain with bleach. i simply sit and observe the flashback reels in my mind, without wishing i could recreate them - but it hurts so much more than drifting away on having hope that it's possible.

my best friend brad spent some time, unexpectedly, on a ventilator after a surgery complication. this is the type of thing that reminds you how fragile life is and how easy it can be to lose, on your own or in the hands of someone else, a surgery team or what have you. it really punctuated a season where one is meant to feel thankful for what they have, because you never know when a person in your life might potentially leave you. thankfully, my friend is alright. he's on a fast road of recovery and i'm so, so grateful.

i've been spending a lot more time with my family lately and traveling back to Pennsylvania which has been a big overwhelming moment mentally. there's a LOT going on back home and moving away keeps me insulated from it. by "it" i mean being involved in a situation that i know has no winning equation, but doing so because someone or the other wants you to be on their side. i'm not good for taking up other people's righteous causes in the first place, but had i stayed - i know i could have been militarized for someone's cause. so with my neutral position, i get the opportunity to spend time and chat with family members who might have assumed i was "aligned with the enemy" otherwise. that's important to me. i've thought about moving home when i'm back there. i don't know if it's the familiarity of it or the "what if" factor - but i'm staying where tf i'm at.

i've felt a sense of needing to settle down lately. i'm tired. even after the fugue state, i still feel incredibly exhausted by constantly raizing everything i've known to create something new. i've created - up to this point, and finally feel ready to collaborate with the things i can't control.

[southernvangard]

(Southern Vangard) Episode 378 - Southern Vangard Radio

BANG! @southernvangard #radio Ep378! It’s always a treat when someone comes by Dirty Blanket Studios to not only sit in on the show, but drop off some WORLD EXCLUSIVES. Our good friend and ATL hip-hop vet, BAMBU DE ASIATIC, fell through to talk about his upcoming EP with DJ ROBERT SMITH and bless us with their debut single featuring MOONBEAM KELLY! After a few bourbons, we also managed to convince Bam to premiere something else from the project, which resulted in us getting a sneak peek at the cut with SUPASTITION! Throw in a gob of new joints and enhanced trash talk with Bam in the mix - you’ve got yourself one heck of an episode. Press play now, hit SOUTHERNVANGARD.BANDCAMP.COM for our new book (yep, a book!) and say THAAAAANK YAAA while you’re at it ‘cause YOU WAAAAALCOME!!!!! #SmithsonianGrade #WeAreTheGard #YouWaaaaalcome // southernvangard.com // @southernvangard on all platforms #undergroundhiphop #boombap #DJ #mixshow #interview #podcast #ATL #WORLDWIDE #RIPCOMBATJACK

Recorded live October 15, 2023 @ Dirty Blanket Studios, Marietta, GA

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Pre-Game Beats - Moka Only

Talk Break Inst. - "Watch Em' Holla" - Big Ghost Ltd

"2000 Shot Barage (Return Of Hell's Messenger)" - Vinnie Paz

"Tower" - Usual Suspektz ft. Asun Eastwood

"Turner & Hooch" - Sayzee ft. Tona

"Houston BBQ" - Paul Wall & Termanology ft. Bun B (prod. Large Professor)

"Broken Dreams" - DJ Robert Smith & BambuDeAsiatic ft. Moonbeam Kelly

Talk Break Inst. - "Majestic Accolades" - Big Ghost Ltd

"Most Hazardous" -  Beetlez & Godfather Don

"Wicked & Wild" - Beneficence & Jazz Spastiks ft. Doodlebug (of Digable Planets)

"Stripes" - Kurt Solid ft. Bronze Nazareth, & Salute Da Kidd

"Dust Heads Kill Freddy Banks" - William Bostick

"Nardwuar (Thelonious Coltrane Remix)" - Mach-Hommy x Tha God Fahim

"Street Survival (Bronze Nazareth Remix)" - Double A.B. & Dub Sonata ft. Cannibal Ox & Evidence

"I Choose You" - CARRTOONS ft. Jay Prince

"Directional Shifts" - DJ Robert Smith & BambuDeAsiatic ft. Supastition

Talk Break Inst. - "Cold Crush" - Big Ghost Ltd

"Mama's Primetime" - Westside Gunn ft. JID & Conway The Machine

"E R M8" - Black Josh x Wino Willy ft. Lee Scott & Sonnyjim

"Shooters" - Falcon Outlaw

"Hagi" - Death At The Derby

"Smoke Somethin'" - Paul Wall & Termanology ft. Sheek Louch

"Palm Trees" - T.F

Kitchen Lights" - Westside Gunn ft. Stove God Cooks

Talk Break Inst. - "Reflections Of C.R.E.A.M" - Big Ghost Ltd

"Sparkle" - CARRTOONS ft. Bad Snacks

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