#happy birthday to flowers!

[joemomrgneissguy]

Open the door, get on the floor

Everybody walk the dinosaur

Welcome to Cretaceous Week! (Dec. 20-26)

If the Earth's history were compressed into a single year, now would mark the Cretaceous Period.

Lasting roughly 79 million years, the Cretaceous Period is the longest period of the Phanerozoic. Though, there is still some debate over when exactly it started.

Geologic periods are usually formally defined by global markers known as index fossils. These fossils are of something that are constrained in time (i.e they show up in the record/go extinct after this point) and are globally distributed. A few different methods of marking the end of the Jurassic have been proposed, ranging from specific foraminifera or ammonites to U-Pb dating of certain rocks. Few of these methods result in an answer that agrees with one another though, so we are stuck with an estimate of 145 million years ago.

The Cretaceous is home for some of the more... charismatic dinosaurs. Triceratops, Stegosaurus, Tyrannosaurus-Rex, Velociraptors, ankylosaurus, and a lot of other dinosaurs that the average child has heard of, lived during this period. Though many didn't walk the earth at the same time. Stegosaurs and Triceratops, for instance, are separated by tens of millions of years of history and would have never seen one another.

Many modern animals and plants can trace their roots back to the Cretaceous. Modern sharks and fish begin to take off in the oceans alongside sea turtles (after their respective starts in the Jurassic), the first members of the families that would become placental mammals and monotremes dug burrows in the undergrowth, and, perhaps most impactful, all flowering plants get their start here before going on to make up the grand majority of modern plants.

The landscape they traveled was a little more familiar to that of today, as Pangaea and Gondwana broke apart in more of a hurry than they had in the Jurassic. South America, India, Antarctica, and Australia all split from Africa at this time, forming the south Atlantic and Indian Oceans in the process. However, the warm climate also meant that there was little ice, even at the poles. This resulted in higher sea levels and the flooding of vast tracks of land to form shallow seas, such as the Western Interior Seaway in North America, or similar formations in Africa and Scandinavia.

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While we don't know exactly when the Cretaceous started, we certainly know when it ended: 66 million years ago.

After a gradual decrease in biodiversity that certainly wasn't helped by the Deccan Trapps erupting in India, the non avian dinosaurs, the pterosaurs, and the Plesiosaurs went extinct with the Chicxulub impact off the coast of the Yucatan peninsula. They were not alone. In the resulting impact winter (imagine a nuclear winter sans fallout or humanity) nearly 3/4 of all plant and animal species went extinct due to a collapse of plant life making food relatively scarce. Animals that survived were typically small (less than 55 lbs) and were omnivores, insectivores, or carrion eaters. Crocodilians were an exception to this rule, since river environments rely more on detritus than land plants, and modern crocodiles are capable of going months without food if necessary. Animals on the sea floor were also relatively unaffected.

After the dust finally settled, the survivors would go on to populate the earth, and fill in the niches that dinosaurs left behind. Mammals would radiate into a dizzying variety of forms, birds would continue to take to the skies, life as we know it would slowly begin to take shape. But that is a story for the Cenozoic era.

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

rapline in their solo eras for @raplinenthusiasts ✰

[letraspal]

Happy Birthday Baz Pitch! Never forget you were brought to this world with love.

(Also, happy birthday to the one and only @rainbowrowell)

[hualianschild]

happy birthday to one of my fav characters ever, the strongest of them all literally and figuratively and someone who's kind hearted to a fault, the one who deserves all the love and happiness this world has to give and the one who bagged THE GREAT GAY GHOST KING HUA CHENG just by being himself, happy birthday dianxia, YOU GORGEOUS BEING hope hua hua keeps spoiling you just like you deserve

[madpatti]

Had the idea a while ago to draw slashers/horror characters with bloody flowers 🥀

I've only finished fred yet and I'm planning to more but it's so time consuming

[bruhstation]

seventy-nine magnificent years

[bluestation]

i found you in the future

[mari-thesapphic-lady]

Agatha hates her birthday. It's the day she was born. The day her life — so hated by her own mother — began. Where all her unhappiness had started.

Rio loves Agatha's birthday. After all, it was the day the love of her life came into the world. It was when she — without even realizing it — felt her heartbeat for the first time. It was the exact moment when the light and darkness of her entire existence came together in one body.

[mspaint-flower]

フラワの誕生日おめでとう

[startokkie]

queen of the night 🌙

[sherrylephotography]

Here's to celebrating you Susie 🥳🧁 Happy Birthday Susie @marauderfan

[thegroovyarchives]

60's Floral Happy Birthday Wrapping Paper

from All Wrapped Up! Groovy Gift Wrap of the 1960′s by Kevin Akers. Chronicle Books. 2005.

[veryinnovative]

@jegulus-microfic | january 3, prompt: ruthless | word count: 1.422 featuring pornstars jegulus! NSFW

“They’re going off-script, why are they going off-script?” Barty grits out, confined to the sidelines since he’s part of the camera crew and not the main act, one hand firmly gripping the tripod’s handle as the other waves the booklet in front of Evan’s face.

Because Regulus is sprawled out on the bed on his back, his harness and strap-on discarded on the floor, purple rubber still glistening from where it had been seven inches deep inside James moments prior. His thighs are spread wide by the broad palms and pinned to the mattress as his set partner crawls between them, face still flush from exertion and hair in total disarray as a result of Regulus’ constant pulling and shoving.

The position is not a total mystery, no. Regulus had been in the industry for over a year now, a short span of time during which he had climbed the rank listings and breached the top ten, now striving after the top five together with James Potter, arrogantly self-proclaimed oral king by the looks of it, always needing something in his mouth to satisfy him or shut him up, take your pick. The entire set had been arranged by both their managers, going off on tangents about how they have impeccable chemistry on-screen (combined with Regulus’ superb acting abilities). It’s their second time shooting a video together, considering how their first had broken the record just three weeks ago, and neither Pandora nor Lily had wasted a second to get them together in a room again.

“What are you doing?” Regulus hisses as James’ mouth works a burning trail down his chest, tongue laving over the latticework of bruises and the lovebites blooming. He tries very hard not to lean into it, wards off the urge to chase after the hot cavern the ventures dangerously low.

“Going down on you,” James whispers into his stomach, quiet enough for the microphones not to pick up. Even if they did, it could be edited out afterward. 

“I was supposed to go down on you, remember?” Regulus retorts, mentally convincing himself he’s only keeping his legs open for the camera. It’s not like he’s been wondering if James’ mouth is the real deal as many others have made it out to be. Not at all.

“I already came and you didn’t, so I’m just returning the favor before we move on,” James mumbles into his thighs, masking the speaking movements of his mouth by kissing the skin.

“You’re wasting your energy.” Then, the little light of Dorcas’ camera across them flickers, indicating it’s Regulus they’re focusing on. He makes a show of letting out a pleased sigh, craning his neck, and throwing back his head so his face can’t be recorded. It allows him to talk. “I don’t feel like cumming, so just let me do my job. Besides, I doubt you could get me off like this anyway.”

Blatant fucking lie. James undoubtedly notices because he stifles a snort into his leg.

“Sure thing, love.”

Regulus’ jaw ticks and he winds his fingers into James’ hair, reprimand ready on the tip of his tongue, dying off into a choked gasp when the flat of a thick, broad tongue runs a long stripe through his folds.

And the thing is, it’s not just his mouth. Because James’ hands wander, alternating between gripping his hips and roaming upwards to flick his nipples, taking them between his forefinger and thumb to stimulate—rub, pull, gently squeeze all the while his tongue dips in and out of him, gathering the wetness there, swallowing it, moaning at the taste, stopping and only letting the hotness of his breath ghost over Regulus’ dripping core. Building anticipation. Teasing. Lips slick and just as swollen as he is, spreading him open wider just so the camera can get a clear-cut image of how James leans in again, thumb pulling up the hood, mouth this time aimed at Regulus’ cock.

James’ tongue is ruthless.

Licking, sucking, humming around Regulus and sending the vibrations roiling through his spine, static shooting into his skull, paralyzing the rest of him. Using his nose for friction if it’s his tongue that’s too occupied fucking in and out of him, thumbs eagerly pressed into the divots of his hips.

“Jesus fucking Chr—” The words pathetically drop in pitch, bleeding into a low whine as Regulus’ hips buck, James’ mouth only following the undulations. He swirls his tongue, pulls him into his mouth, and sucks until the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth no longer rise above the ringing flooding Regulus’ ears. He moans, fingers pulling onto the thick curls until it leaves James whining between his legs as well. “Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, indeed,” Barty whispers from to the side. “Holy shit, he’s making it look so real.”

“Am I about to tell you something,” Evan mutters, adjusting the sound settings.

Regulus arches off the bed, writhing in place against the steel hold on his hips, the balls of his feet digging painfully deep into James’ back when he feels the pressure building low in his stomach, pleasure pooling low below his spine. 

“I’m not going to cum,” Regulus gasps out, not giving a fuck how loud it comes out. Between his clenched thighs, James chuckles, its rumbling reverberating through each and every one of his nerves as he pulls off his cock with a wet pop.

“Yes, you will,” James answers, kissing his cock before biting into his thigh. “Because I’m going to make you.”

The mouth leaving him punches a little, pitiful sound of protest out of Regulus, one he will most certainly deny and demand be edited out. Though, right now, he’s too strung out to care. Regulus’ eyes droop down, watching how James leaves the little space between his legs, strings of spit and wetness breaking off into the air as he crawls up onto his knees.  

Everything moves rather swiftly afterward. The excited noise filling the room might have either been his or Barty’s, but none of it matters when James grabs Regulus by the back of his knees and pins them down, nearly folding him in half before he continues his mouth’s assault, urging the tightening knot low in his abdomen to unravel.

There’s the tongue inside of him, on him, in him, around him—circling, pulling, teasing, drawing out the most guttural of moans when he feels the graze of teeth. The entirety of Regulus swallowed by James’ mouth, consumed with the sort of deprivation only the taste of him can alleviate if the desperate sucking is anything to go by. Regulus’ legs shake, body twitching in place, fingers curled so tightly around handfuls of curls when he chokes out a weak, “I’m not—I’m not going to—”

James groans a muffled command, fingers digging deep into his thighs, the splay of stray strands across his stomach, muscles pulled taut, the fluorescent lightning above, that stupid fucking tongue, the sole bane of his existence—

Regulus cries out a soundless rasp, like his voice has left him together with his soul, entire body convulsing, head thrown back on the arrangement of pillows as his eyes roll back into their sockets. 

Worst of all, James doesn’t stop, only grunts in response as Regulus gushes over his tongue, making a dangerous sound stuck low in his throat when the hand on his head tries to push him away.

“Stop,” Regulus squeaks out. Squeaks, because that’s how terribly low he’s fallen. The overstimulation is a lot, pleasure overwhelming like his brain is threatening to come oozing out of his ears, and next thing you know the video will be titled ‘James Potter managed to make exalted Regulus Black cry with his orgasm’. 

“Please, please s’too much—” Regulus tries again, almost sobbing out a breath of relief when James does finally lift his head with a gasp, his entire fucking face slick from where it had been buried inside Regulus.

“Fucking hell,” Barty hisses in the back, vocalizing Regulus’ internal monologue. “Cut! Fucking, cut the cameras! Pause! Water! Bring this fucker some water before he passes out—”

A flurry of movement in the background, the noises fading into white noise as Regulus’ legs are lowered back onto the bed. James hovers above him, the spit-slick grin almost blinding, or that’s just the stars blinking in Regulus’ vision.

“You were saying?” James asks, teasingly touching Regulus’ puffy cock, laughing when it rewards him with a full-body shudder.

Regulus weakly wacks him in the chest. “Go fuck… Yourself.”

[0yorixu]

i will never feel lonely ever again

happy birthday rui kamishiro from the hit game project sekai colorful stage featuring hatsune miku, you are my number 1 fav and kin and I will treasure you for a long time. Your ending will be a happy one.

[anbaisai]

Happy birthday to @crystallizsch and the lovely Yuusha! May you have another wonderful year full of happiness and currynoodles💜

[32bitterra]

November 10th happy (non-canon) birthday, Clem