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Clarence explores a project in Western Sydney providing a crucial corridor for native plants and wildlife.
Clarence is in the Western Sydney Parkland, Australiaâs largest urban park, which covers 5,000ha of facilities, attractions and bushland, all set aside for public use alongside some of Sydneyâs biggest new developments.
Itâs quite leafy now but in the 1950s the area was all bare paddocks.
Environment Manager David Kirkland explains how the open spaces are being planned.
In some areas, where a lot of superphosphates had been used and there were lots of weeds, the topsoil was stripped back to remove the chemicals and weed seeds, then it was reseed with native grasses and wildflowers.
The plan is to recreate the original ecology of the Cumberland Plains, much of which has been mostly lost as Sydney has expanded. They cover 1400ha now and are aiming for 2,000ha.
âThe other year alone, I planted up well over 60,000 trees,â David says.
Beyond recreational activities, it's also the green lungs of the area, helping to cool the West in the heat of the summer months and reduce heat island effect.
There is even a patch of dry rainforest in a gully where it is protected from sun and wind. David aims to recreate this habitat in other gullies.
One of the biggest threats David and his team face is invasive species. African olive (Olea europea subsp. cuspidata) is a major problem, producing 20,000 seeds per plant per year, all perfect sized for birds to eat and drop, forming a dense monoculture that is hard to eradicate.
However some areas have been cleared, with a lot of effort, proving it can be done â eventually!
Bringing back cultural burns involving by local community is a goal for the team.
About 1500 ha of bushland has been restored, and biobanking local species for conservation is another key goal.
About 20ha is set aside to focus on diversity and habitat, and already some plant species are reappearing and local fauna returning.
Future plans include creating wildlife corridors under the adjacent freeway to link it to other corridors.
#gardening australia#solarpunk#australia#rewilding#Sydney#western Sydney#Western Sydney Parkland#David Kirkland#native species#invasive species#native plants#invasive plants#Cumberland Plains#plains#dry rainforest#cultural burns#Youtube
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They should invent a someone that wants to fuck me
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âWhat is wrong with you?â
First animated crush was literally pollution that was voiced by Tim Curry.
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#tim curry#animation#ferngully#the last rainforest#i am a fucking mess#he still does it for me tbh#yes he do#he committed atrocities and all but that voice?#ââsuck them dryâ SIR PLEASE DO#i am down bad#for literally no reason#send me to a institution#Youtube
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Experience the Brazilian Amazon: A Manaus, Brazil Guide
Nestled in the heart of the Brazilian Amazon, the city of Manaus is known as gateway to the Amazon. In my guide, you'll learn when to visit, where to stay, and how to book your guided jungle treks, river cruises, and wildlife spotting excursions.
This Manaus, Brazil guide post contains my Hotels.com, Expedia, Vrbo, and Viator affiliate links. I may receive a commission when you book a hotel or tour from this article, though at no additional cost to you. I hand-pick and recommend only the hotels and tours that I have thoroughly researched and feel comfortable recommending. Discover the vibrant city of Manaus, the heart of the BrazilianâŠ
#manaus brazil amazon rainforest#manaus brazil amazon river#manaus brazil amazon river cruise#manaus brazil amazon tour#manaus brazil animals#manaus brazil attractions#manaus brazil average rainfall#manaus brazil average temperature#manaus brazil best hotel#manaus brazil best time to visit#manaus brazil direct flights#manaus brazil dry season#manaus brazil excursions#manaus brazil flights#manaus brazil hotels#manaus brazil in map#manaus brazil rainforest#manaus brazil things to do#manaus brazil tourism#manaus brazil tours#manaus brazil travel#manaus brazil travel guide#manaus brazil weather#manaus brazil weather by month
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Amazon tipping point - Short documentary [17:25]
#climate change#climate crisis#amazon forest#trying to spread awareness cause i live in amazon and it's so hot and dry right now#it's a rain forest without rain#I'm not kidding this week was the first time in months it rained in my city and it was just once#i don't know how to tag#rainforest#amazon rainforest#amazonia#youtube#forest fire#anti capitalism#co2 emissions#brazil#climate catastrophe#clima#WWF#WWF-Brasil#Brasil#remember guys: amazon dies humanity dies too
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[âŠ] ââFor the most remote communities it really is a life-threatening situation,â said Antonio Marro, a Unicef manager. âChildren are contracting dengue fever, malaria and other serious diseases and there is no way they can reach a health centre for treatment.â
Deforestation and a warming climate in tandem with weather phenomena such as El Niño have scorched the rainforest and left vast sandbanks where rivers once flowed.â
#amazon rainforest#or rather dry forest lol#drought#climate#climate change#deforestation#public health#medicine#education#trees and stuff
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as someone who never really played genshin beyond maybe 2-3 quests since the tutorial, finding out from players on twitter that sumeru is way more racist than just the whitewashing is like
#beans of consciousness#wdym the knockoff navi called sumeru's food burnt and dry#or that the knockoff navi made fun of the language#wdym that sumeru is an apartheid state between the rainforest and the desert#LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN
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there are so many adults where I can tell they believe the butterflies should put on a show for them no matter what and that they don't seem to think they're just. living creatures with their own will that we have to care for.
#I'll do what i can to stir them up but if we 50 and raining and if it was that temp in the real rainforest they'd be doing exactly this.#hanging from trees and hiding in warmer places to stay dry.#.txt#*it is
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I am trying to choose to hope.Â
I am choosing to imagine public transportation.Â
Grocery stores with attached soup kitchens to decrease food waste.Â
Neighborhood meal- and garden-sharing programs.
Green spaces connecting to other green spaces.
The rainforest ADVANCING, churning up dry soil and turning it dark and healthy.Â
The sky filled with birds and the sea with fish, their populations increasing.Â
The air and water clean.Â
Emissions-free vehicles on roadways, with speeds governed, and safe streets for tricycles, bicycles, dogs, deer, and stray soccer balls.
Solar panels on every public building, over every parking lot.Â
Beehives and wildflowers on the open berms between roadways.Â
The total lack of gunshots around the world, and instead the sound of shovels, digging holes to plant fruit trees by public sidewalks.Â
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Just found out Multnomah Falls are the most visited national recreation site in the PNW and I might flip
#its a cool spot dont get me wrong but you go there once then go again in 10 years and youve done it all#its bullshit cause its right on the interstate and everything else cool is in the mountains COWARDS#washington has tons of cooler shit. idaho has almost as cool shit. does montana not count as pnw anymore cause they outclass everyone#OREGON has cooler shit !!!! CRATER LAKE IS RIGHT THERE#all of the cascades. all of them. the ENTIRE olympic PENINSULA#sun lakes dry falls please anywhere else#its just two waterfalls and a bridge. thats IIIIIIT#THATS IT#lake chelan OR crater lake if you dont fear the infinite unchecked depths of 1000+ deep freshwater lakes cmon there are way cooler spots#then TWOOOOL WATERFALLS#the HALL of the MOSSES#boundless old growth forests begging you BEGGING you to hold a towering red ceder so so close#western red ceders are so pretty they make me cry#endless fields of sagebrush by vast cool lakes in barren central washington#the HOH RAINFOREST PLEASE
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itâs raining almost every day more or less where i live this month. so annoying. i know itâs better than extreme heat, but still...Â
#it's like the entire country has turned into a rainforest.#june was too dry and now july is too wet. can't we get something in the middle?!
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Since my other Nether worldbuilding post was received pretty well... I'm back on my bullshit!
This time featuring zoning and biomes of the Neath: Lore below cut
Nether (noun): the formidable hellscape straddling the boundery between the Fragments of the Overworld and Death's Realms.
Derived from Beneath -> Neath -> Neth -> Nether.
The Nether is most easily accessable through outer regions of the nether, regions that are comparatively closed-off, and lacking in biodiversity compared to the Deep Nether where most Neath civilizations are centered.
The Neth is divided into three primary zones, distinguished by altitude and general climates.
The Calfactory Zone: the largest and most iconic of the three, the Calfactory zone is blisteringly hot and bone-dry, it's most prominent features are its abundant seas and lakes of magma, and the massive Supermagmas atriums that are common above the magma. In the largest of these atriums, the ceiling may be so high above as to be completely invisible from the ground, obscured by an ever present smog of toxic vapor and minerals formed in the self-generated micro-climates that are generated from the rising heat of the lava that begins to cool at a higher altitude. Â
In the Basalt Deltas and other biomes around the edges of these lakes, massive pillars of rock and crystals bulwark the more-visible ceiling.Â
The most common of this zoneâs biomes is the Crimson woods, home to hearty thermal-philic fungi and plants that grow on the minerals and vapors of the lakes. Many are carnivorous in their lack of access to water or sunlight, and these forests contain many sub-biomes and ecosystems of flourishing life.Â
The Wastes are perhaps the most desolate regions of the Neath, irradiated deserts of red-rock, brimstone, and sharp sand. Even the vast majority of nether-folk avoid these deserts due to the leftover radiation that rots and destroys anything that waits too long. The only forms of life are particularly robust lichens and bacteria that are happy to sit by the boiling pools of sulfur and mud and toxic sludge that dot the landscape. Growing within the rocks themselves are colonies of amorphous fungus, called geocorpus molds, they get their spores into cracks in the soft netherack and slowly feed on it; the ârock meatâ is considered a delicacy in nether cuisine.Â
The Temperate Zone: Cradled in the heights of the Neathâs atriums and sat below the roof is the temperate zones; the rising heat of the zone below begins to cool and by doing so, distinct weather patterns form within this zone, leaving it, while still sweltering, a cooler though much more humid climate.
The main biome are the luminescent warped-fungal rainforests that collect the high-rising minerals and odd moisture from the lakes. Liquid is actually present here, though, if itâs not safely filtered through the innards of the various plants and fungi, this water is usually aggressively corrosive, and it is best to shelter from the acidic precipitation to avoid chemical burns. The nether folk and ender local to these rainforests are suited to deal with these conditions and the ender especially do not have trouble with the extreme pH of the water here like they would in the overworld. The zone is lit almost exclusively by the biolumincense of the organisms there and have often been described as false-stars.
In the Deep Nether, the ceiling may give way, allowing one to pass onto the plateaus of the Nether Roof and the yawning void above. The bedrock of the nether roof is jagged and layered in huge slabs, sometimes broken up my mazes of pillar-like structures and shallow, thermal pools of crystal-clear liquid. The kind you don't want to touch of course. fogs may hang low to the ground, but when its clear, or above the fog, the entire universe seems to spill out into the sky. The nether roof was culturally significant and a source of much knowledge and inspiration in the early days, but I'll get more into that in a later post 0.0
The Rime Zone: Plunge deep enough and one might find themselves bellow the lava beds. Here, where the heat can't quite penetrate, the temperatures will drop rapidly to sub-zero.
Namely, the Rime Zone is made up of the soul valleys, flat steppes of cinder and clotted sand, you can imagine it almost with the blindness effect, a fog that pools by your feet, and a heavier darkness hanging from the sky, it feels massive and endless and claustrophobic all at once. Frost collects as crystals on the irradiated, soul-soaked barrens, and the bones of the massive nether wyrms lie fossilized, breaking up the landscape. The sands are also split with patches of crazing on the ground and vents of blue fire that spills out and sets the sand ablaze.
These same wryms can be found sometimes, ancient things that dig through sand and soft rocks and the magma lakes, far and few between and treated with both fear and reverence.
And in the deepest pits of the Neath are the glowing frozen lakes that are colloquially and rightfully called the Gates to Death, glowing blue from beneath their surfaces. Indeed, any further down and you pass into limbo, the edge of Death's Realms.
Extra Notes??:
Soul sand/soil is tread on carefully or not at all, is one form of remnants from the apocolyspe. Like the general radiated rubble present through the Nether, it's a fault of nuclear fallout. Unlike other areas of radiation, its also been infused with the souls of those who didn't survive the joining of worlds. That said, unlike soul sand, soul soil is used productively to grow certain nether crops. Itâs minerally and magically dense.
This infused quality is also precent in Nether Debris, resulting in a material that takes magic particularly well.
Iron cannot be found in dense veins and crystals like gold or quartz in the nether, but it's a pretty rich mineral a lot of netherack, giving it its ruddy coloring.
Sorry for this massive rant that no one asked for. If you have questions please feel free to send an ask, I may not have an answer yet but I'll certainly come up with one if I can.
I'm also hoping to do a pass on my headcanons about history and culture in the Nether and then we might start talking about character headcanons since this is also an actual AU.
If you read this far, here's some notes on striders and ghast
#minecraft#minecraft worldbuilding#Minecraft lore#speculative worldbuilding#minecraft nether#the nether#dreamingverse au#my art
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Me overwatering my neglected plants after a long dry spell, like heyy lmao sorry about that lol welcome to the rainforest
please live
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A Long Time Coming
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
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A/N: This is from a heinous prompt from a heinous friend. It is silliness and then it is smut. It also uses a lovely prompt from @taylorswiftmicrofic for the 9th of January, which is 'jokes'.
Sometimes, when you were caught in a moment alone with Natasha, there was this spark.
Her tongue touching her teeth when she smiled her brightest. Her shoulder bumping yours in elevators. Her dry jokes as you made it through the hardest days.
There were other times too. Crumpled in the kitchen when the darkness got too much. Your hand at the small of her back. Her chin resting on your own shoulder as you gazed out at a world that would never be the same.Â
There was a spark. If you were honest, there were embers now. A gentle flickering in your lower stomach. A heat that burned gently.
A wanting.Â
It wasnât on the table, not for either of you. Maybe five years ago, maybe before everything had fallen apart. Now your lives were about solving the worldâs problems not your own.
Natasha was the bravest person in the world. She was efficient too. Youâd barely wrapped your head around the possibility of time travel before Natasha had organised the task force to achieve it.Â
She was the bravest person in the world. Thatâs why no-one blinked when she volunteered first to save it.Â
She dressed in the futuristic white suit and stood in the designated place. She glanced at the others and then at you. Her tongue touched her teeth when she smiled wide, she gave you a thumbs up.Â
The complex machinery, that filled the room, hummed and sputtered.
And, then, Natasha disappeared.Â
The fallout took its time to be alarming.Â
The lights in the room flickered uncertainly for a few moments. You waited, trying not to think about Natasha being so far away, so out of time. You waited for Dr. Banner to press the button that would bring her back.Â
He pressed it at last. And then you watched his brow crease in confusion. He pressed it again. And again.
You started hyperventilating when it became clear.Â
So far away. So out of time.Â
Natasha was smaller than people realised. More fragile too.Â
Dr. Banner and Steve Rogers debated the technicalities of the situation for over an hour.
You paced the room, caught up with a need to search the world for someone you wouldnât find.
Eventually, you heard them coming to a conclusion. It was her suit. The wires that crossed at the front of the chest, there must have been a fault.Â
You werenât as brave as Natasha, you werenât as efficient either. Still, you did your best. It took another hour for you to be suited up and ready for the hopefully simple mission. They were careful not to change any setting on the machine.Â
Theoretically Natasha had been sent back a decade to New York City. Theoretically thatâs where you should be going too.Â
You were given a quick tutorial on removing the chest-plate from the suit and resetting the wires. If everything went to plan, it would be a simple rescue.Â
You didnât bother pretending that it might be.Â
You stood in the centre of the room and listened to the machine begin to whir and hum. You closed your eyes and opened them somewhere new.
Green.
Your first and only thought as the colour overwhelmed you.
So much green.
Foliage like youâd never seen before. A sea of large fern plants that towered above you.
Definitely not New York City. You spun in a circle as you tried to assess your location. Maybe the rainforest? But surely the rainforest would have more rain and more forest?
Your eyes quickly scanned the landscape, a view of rolling hills that were covered in the strange vegetation that you could not place.Â
You heard a sudden noise to your left and startled.Â
Natasha Romanoff was barreling towards you. Dirt spattered her face. Her eyes were wide with uncharacteristic panic. Her bare arms were littered with scratches.
You blinked.
Her bare arms.
She wasnât wearing her suit. She was barely wearing anything. Your throat tightened as you registered her sports bra and shorts. You didnât have time to think before Natashaâs hands were gripping your arms.Â
Her heavy panting filled your ears as she leaned in.
âRun.â She said. âWe have to run.â
You didnât hesitate. Natashaâs grip on your hand was iron tight as she dragged you lithely through the undergrowth. You did everything you could to keep up and not fall over.
After a few minutes, Natasha finally slowed her pace. Her head swivelled around, ascertaining the safety of your new location.
Abruptly, she exhaled in relief. Then, she turned back to you and wrapped you in the tightest hug.
âIâm so glad to see you.â She muttered breathlessly against your shoulder.Â
You hugged her back, half relieved and half panicked.
âNatasha.â You started unsurely. âWhere the hell are we? When are we?â
Natasha pulled back and held your face between her hands. You stared into her eyes, realising suddenly that her pupils were extremely dilated.Â
âI donât know how to tell you this.â She said thoughtfully.
You braced your shoulders.Â
âJust tell me. Get it over with.â
Natasha took your head and swivelled in 90 degrees. You stared in the direction she'd pointed you towards. You scanned the horizon and tried to understand what you were missing. Your heart leapt in horrible realisation. A giant tree, relatively far away. The tree seemed to be eating its own leaves. You blinked and tried to make sense of it. The tree moved slowly forwards.
Dinosaur.Â
Your mouth fell open in an âOâ shape.
You glanced back at Natasha. She was staring at your open mouth and wearing an expression you'd never seen before. You closed your mouth self consciously.
âOh my God.â You choked out. âOh my God.â
Natashaâs fingers dug slightly into your scalp.Â
âI know.â She breathed, her stare still intent on your lips. You stared at her in confusion. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow.
âNatasha.â You tried, wondering what kind of trauma could have occurred to make her this distracted. Her gaze glanced back to you. She chewed her lower lip and gave you a small smile.Â
âYeah?â
âWhereâs your suit?â You asked slowly, feeling increasingly alarmed.
Natasha released your face as she waved her hand thoughtlessly in the air. Her cheeks were still flushed, even though you'd been standing still for several minutes.
âBack where I landed.âÂ
She gestured vaguely to her right.Â
âJust next to the swamp.â She paused with obvious disorientation then recollected her train of thought. She frowned. âIt got all sticky.â
âThe suit?â You checked, keeping your questions as simple as possible. âIt got sticky from the swamp?â
Natasha shook her head. âNo. It got sticky from this huge plant.â Her hands echoed her words with a large gesture into the air.
âCan you take me there?â You prompted gently, holding her hand carefully in yours.Â
Natashaâs stare focused intensely on your joined hands. You squeezed her hand and asked the question again. Natashaâs eyes dragged themselves slowly up your body to meet your stare.
âYes.â She said breathlessly, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. âBut it makes me crazy.â
âWhat does?â
âThe sticky stuff.â She swallowed dryly. âThatâs why I took it off.â
âCrazy, like dizzy?âÂ
Natasha nodded, a sudden look of panic in her eyes. âYes.â She lied badly. âKind of.â
âKind of.â You prompted gently, giving her hand another squeeze.
Natashaâs eyes darted wildly from your hands to your face, to yourâŠchest.
âHorny.â She said breathlessly. âKind of horny.â
Your mouth dropped into an âOâ again, and Natasha crossed her legs uncomfortably. She closed her eyes and took an unsteady breath. You promptly shut your mouth.Â
âThat must be⊠distracting.âÂ
Natasha nodded slowly, and her eyes reopened with an obvious kind of longing in them.Â
You resolved to be decisive. To be professional. This was a mission. You tried to ignore the low burning heat that already lived in your stomach.Â
âWell, we need you in the suit to get home.â You told her seriously. âSo letâs find it as fast as possible, and try to limit our exposure to whatever that sticky stuff is.â
Natasha nodded again, lips pressed tightly together. Her jaw ticked as her eyes wandered distractedly over your body again.Â
There was a concerningly loud crash in the distance.Â
âOh.â Natasha murmured absentmindedly. âThatâll be the dinosaurs.â
Her free hand moved to your waist and you felt her nails dig into the firm fabric of the suit. Trying to tug you closer her.
You shook your head wordlessly and started leading her in the direction of the swamp and her missing suit.
Natasha walked obediently just behind you. You turned occasionally to check if you were still heading in the right direction. Every time she nodded, her stare never wavering from your ass.Â
You forced yourself to keep walking. You had to be the professional.Â
You noticed the foliage around you darken slightly, a sign of the nearby water source. You tried to keep your focus on the mission. On the very obvious and very real danger that you found yourself in.Â
You paused to determine your next path. Natasha's hands covered your ass and you pretended not to feel the light squeeze.
As you got closer to the swamp, Natasha started walking faster so she could be next to you. Her arm snaked around your waist again. You could feel the warmth radiating out from her. You could see it in her flushed cheeks. Every time you looked over at her, Natasha flushed harder.
Sometimes, you felt her hand wander downwards along your body. Carefully, you moved it back to your waist.
Eventually you came to a clearing. There were obvious signs that someone had been here before. Natashaâs eyes widened in recognition. After a moment, she pointed to the far corner of the clearing. There, you saw the previously-white suit discarded on top of a small boulder.Â
You swallowed nervously.Â
âThe suit needs a repair.â You told Natasha shortly, her arm still eagerly around you. âIâm going to fix it before you put it on.âÂ
You tried to let go of Natasha as you walked over to the suit. But she clung determinedly on. You didnât bother fighting it, aware now that the best thing to do was get you both home as fast as possible.
When you reached the suit, you saw it was indeed coated in a sticky golden substance. You crouched down and grabbed a nearby twig, using it to scrape away most of the viscous liquid.
Then, you kept your focus steady, barely letting yourself breathe as you popped out the covering and repeated the repair instructions youâd been given by Dr. Banner. You tried not to worry about the stickiness that brushed against your fingertips.
You were putting the panel covering back onto the suit when it started.Â
An itching sensation across your body. An itching that soon became something else. A burning. Like a thousand sparks against your skin. Fireworks. You were burning. Wanting.
You were wanting.Â
Her.
You felt yourself shuddering. A sudden dryness in your throat as you tried to swallow. A sudden desperation. A cluttered mind.
âOh no.â Natasha mumbled somewhere above you. 'Are you okay?'
You started panting. You couldn't remember words. All you could do was tug at her hand. The wanting was blinding.Â
Natasha crouched next to you. Your heart started pounding immediately.
You could feel the sparking electricity from her proximity. As if she was lightning and you were the perfect conductor.
âNatasha.â You murmured at last. You heard the obvious neediness in your voice. The wanting.Â
Natasha smiled widely as she took you in.Â
âOh, good.â She half-moaned as she moved closer, filling up your vision and your world. You felt her hands tangling forcefully in your hair. You toppled backwards against the forest floor.Â
Somewhere deep down in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of insects lived in the mud next to a Jurassic swamp.Â
Then, Natashaâs tongue ran along your neck and you forgot your own name. Her lips were on you eagerly. Her mouth was kissing and biting as she made her way to your mouth.
Natasha straddled your waist as her tongue entered your mouth. The kiss was long and slow. Then she pulled back, her arms reached over her head as she removed her sports bra hurriedly. You could feel her hips moving, as she tried to press herself against your body.
Automatically, your hand found its way between her legs.
Natasha groaned loudly as she enjoyed the immediate friction of your palm. She leaned forward, her arms resting on either side of you.
Your vision filled now with her breasts. They were bouncing as she moved. A heavy softness that made you tilt forward. Your tongue found her nipple, swirling eagerly over the sensitive area.Â
You felt the wetness through the fabric of her shorts. Your hand slipped under the material. She was soaking wet, coating your palm immediately.
You understood suddenly. Why she loathed her suit. Why she'd ripped it off. You felt your own hips buck desperately, hopelessly. You paused, trying to remember the way to take off the complicated garment.
Natashaâs hand tugged forcefully at your hair. Your attention flew back to her.
Her eyes shuttered closed with the nearness of her orgasm. Her hips bucked desperately against your bare hand.
âNo.â She moaned selfishly, biting down hard on her lower lip as she continued to rock. âYou can come later. Let me finish first.â
You obliged easily. Her breasts pressed themselves closer again and your attention returned to them. You kissed and licked and sucked. The heel of your hand pressed against her clit over and over. Your fingers moved inside her with the rocking of her hips.
Natasha cried out loudly when she came at last. Her eyes were squeezed themselves even more tightly shut.
You startled at the sudden sound, as reality crept briefly back. Then you laughed.Â
âI thought that was a T-Rex.â You told her stupidly.Â
Natasha smiled happily down at you. Her tongue touched her teeth. Her once braided hair was completely wild. Her breathing was shallow. Her body relaxed.Â
Her eyes were no longer dilated.Â
âMmm.â She hummed in pleased thought, her hand trailing down your suit. âWe should go somewhere with a bed. So we can do that again.â
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Natasha was no longer the bravest person in the world.Â
You were.
You waited 97 million years for an orgasm.
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Requests are still very welcome for future January fics. More info in the pinned post if you're interested in requesting. <3
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How's Monty doing on the whole plucking thing? Is he still in the cone of shame?
he is but hes started improving again now that he gets to shower with me every day. so id say he spends maybe half the daytime with it off and sleeps with it on. i was worried at the start that daily showers would dry out his skin but him being a rainforest bird i guess getting wet is a non-issue.
#monty tag#plucking is complicated he might even pluck bc he has allergies or sydney isnt humid enough for him#to clarify he screams and yells if he cant come in the shower with me#so he wants to be there#this was not my idea
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Anon is from a city in Brazil and honestly thought for most of their life that their whole state was all just city. USAmericans tend to think Brazil is all jungle, but one of Brazil's major problems is deforestation.
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#polls#incognito polls#anonymous#tumblr polls#tumblr users#questions#polls about the world#submitted jan 1#geography#countries#ecology#education
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