#leaf it to carl

[littleraccooncarl]

Whole Lotta Lotta and Leaf It to Carl recap!

Whole Lotta Lotta

In this episode, Lotta feels sad because Skyler, a girl in her afterschool club, calls her "Headphone Girl," as if that's the only thing about her. Carl can relate, as when he was younger, his classmates found out that he was autistic and called him "the autistic kid." So, he made a collection filled with things that make him, him, like his universal screwdriver, a bicycle flag, a ponderosa pinecone, and a video game controller for the first Vectronix Gaming System of 1983. Lotta is inspired to make her own collection that shows the fullness of her personality. Her collection consists of things like her patch cord because she loves music, her ladybug robot because she loves robots, a toy from Friendicorn High, etc. Lotta reveals to Carl that she is autistic, but asks him to keep it between just the two of them, as she's not ready to tell others about it. As a side note, Lotta also has synesthesia, because she says she hears colors when she plays music. Lotta shows Skyler the collection, and the latter finds it really cool, especially since they both love Friendicorn High. Skyler then starts using Lotta's real name instead of calling her "Headphone Girl." It turns out that she was also calling the other kids "braces" and "eyeglasses" instead of their real names, Brittany and Ramon, so Lotta corrects her, and they all play four square together.

When I read the episode descriptions for the show, this was the one I was most intrigued about, because 1) it introduces more characters outside of Carl's family and friend circle and 2) it deals with namecalling in school. Despite being in the same afterschool club, Skyler didn't even try to get to know Lotta on a personal level. By calling her "Headphone Girl," Skyler robbed her of her full personality, reducing her to just headphones. Lotta's sensitivity to loud noises is only one part of what makes her, her. She's not "Headphone Girl," she's Lotta, who loves art and music and robots and chess and unicorns. I think namecalling is a consistent problem for Skyler, as she called Brittany "braces" and Ramon "eyeglasses" as if that's all there is to them. The scene where Carl helps Lotta make her collection, and she reveals she's also autistic is very sweet. Carl is open about the fact that he's autistic, while Lotta doesn't really want to tell anyone, and that's perfectly fine. You don't have to disclose your disability to anyone if you don't want to. This is why the show is so great, it showcases the autism SPECTRUM.

Leaf It to Carl

Carl becomes fascinated with a unique gingko leaf he spots from the school bus and hopes to add it to his leaf collection. Meanwhile, a new student, Dylan, an armadillo boy, arrives at school. Overwhelmed by the Fuzzy Friends' enthusiastic questions and invitations to play, Dylan nervously curls into a ball and rolls around the playground, causing quite the hullabaloo. Confused by his behavior, Nico spreads unfounded rumors about Dylan being destructive at his previous school, though the others remain skeptical of her stories. After school, Carl and his friends search for the gingko leaf, only to discover that most of the yellow leaves have been taken away for composting. Spotting the last gingko leaf atop a tree Dylan is sitting under, they try various absurd methods to retrieve it without triggering Dylan’s rolling. However, Forrest startles Dylan, causing him to roll and accidentally take Carl’s entire leaf collection with him. Carl and Lotta visit Dylan’s home to retrieve the collection and learn that Dylan’s rolling was a response to being overwhelmed by the new environment. Dylan clarifies that the rumors about him were false, and Nico apologizes for spreading them. In the end, Carl gets his gingko leaf, and the kids befriend Dylan, even having fun rolling around like he does.

Another episode I was interested in seeing, because it deals with rumors. Because of the rumors, the kids were afraid of Dylan rolling over them, when in reality, he was just nervous. And it is true that armadillos do roll into a ball when they are frightened, that was a nice little Furry Reminder. Pretty good episode overall, but the "shh" at the library gag got old after a while.

[childoftheriver]

Time to wake up!

[mitchmarner]

MapleLeafs: Buds with their Buds

[shsl1dioticcasanova]

Carl Grimes from The Walking Dead stimboard? :D

Hi! I really hope you like this lol I wanted to finish this way earlier but I got sick and didn’t want to put out a bad and rushed stim board

[archaicbro]

noted single dad now dating (pic from alexandra's ig)

[carldoonan]

This Black Sweaternyan says:

“Lucky lucky~” 🧶🍀🐈‍⬛

[bitchybylershipper]

uhhhh had a party with the rest of the flute section at my school and we almost bought a fucking fish

[una10bananas]

So I'm reading this book and there's a four-leafed clover inside! I got it second hand so someone else does this not just me!

(Contact by Carl Sagan)

[pensfan4lfe2]

Then&Now || Carl Grundstrom

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Instead, he discovered that the leaf vascular bundles, arising from vascular precursor cells called the procambium, were initiated discontinuously in association with the emerging leaf primordia in the SAM (Figure 19.17A). (...) The portion of the vascular bundle that enters the leaf was later called the leaf trace (Figure 19.17B).

"Plant Physiology and Development" int'l 6e - Taiz, L., Zeiger, E., Møller, I.M., Murphy, A.

[goaliesarethebest]

WITH AN ABSOLUTE ROCKET MIKEY BUNTING GETS HIS 100TH CAREER POINT, I ADORE THIS MAN, AUSTON MATTHEWS RIPS IT, PIERRE ‘SEABISCUIT’ ENGVALL WITH THE BISCUIT IN THE EMPTY BASKET, AND WILLY STYLES GOES FULL SPEED TO ALSO SCORE ON AN EMPTY NET TO CALM THE LIGHTNING 4-1 

[lightasthesun]

art by Chris Trevas/// Mhairi McFarlane, You Had Me At Hello/Holding On by Shane/ Lang Leaf, Twin Flames/ first eye drawing by Alice X. Zhang/ second eye close up art by Tony Pro/ The Song of Achilles/ to speak of precious evenings by littlekaracan/ battlefront ll stills/ Hamilton the Musical, who lives, who dies, who tells your story/mark z. danielewski, house of leaves/ 5000 letters/ Bastille, the Anchor/ fyodor dostoyevsky, the brothers karamazov/ Kote Darasuum/ Vode An/ street art/ The Arcadian Wind, envy green/ Margaret Atwood, There are better ways of doing this/ Power Politics Emily Dickinson, In this short life that only lasts an hour/ Maggie Smith, First Fall/ Carl Friedrich Lessing, "The Hermit" (art) + November by Margaret Atwood/ Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire/ The Bad Batch s2EP03 screenshot of Cody/ Alan Stephan Foster, "The Fall" (art) + poem by @erdarieldraws

a gift for my codywan besties cilly, tea, kasey, aixa and lauren🫶

[enidette]

THE PERFECT DRUG

warnings :: both are 18+, this doesn’t follow canon timeline but who cares, riding, unprotected sex (they’re so dumb don’t do that)

carl met you when you were brought back to alexandria, battered and bruised and shaking like a leaf from presumably trauma. his father, daryl, and rosita had gone scavenging and found you, and after some questions and your worrying state they brought you back.

he was drawn to you immediately. he was intrigued by how you held yourself. your normal behavior a great contrast to how shaken up you were when he first saw you.

he liked how similar you held yourself compared to him, independent, confident even if it was a facade. he liked how when you met him you just shook his hand and looked into his eye with kindness in yours. one of the first people to not look too long or overreact and interrogate him about the bandage.

but it was the little things that made carl's brain short circuit. tying your shirt up when it got too hot, exposing the skin of your belly. offering to care for judith, unknowing to how carl's mind ran wild about how you would do as a mother. maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but this crush he’s developed has become deeply rooted in the two years you've been here. despite never acting on it.

but you act so nonchalant around him. he's starting to understand how glenn and maggie fell together like puzzle pieces so quickly, but you don't seem to spare him a glance anymore. it drives him insane.

as of now the group is huddled together, brainstorming their next scavenging trip to satisfy negan. you're standing right in front of him, clad in cargo shorts and a white top tied in the front. you stood with your hand over your eyes, blocking yourself from the blazing sun as much as you could.

it's the little things.

you feel eyes on you and turn around, laughing shortly with no surprise that carl was behind you. "hey carl," you walk up to him, flicking his hat with a smile.

he hums in response, squinting his eye to see you clearer. "hi."

you shift your weight on your hip, "it's a little hot out to be wearing a flannel and jeans, huh?"

carl shrugs, "not much choice." him and those short answers, making it hard for you when all you want to do is listen to his pretty, raspy voice. it’s too bad he just doesn’t trust himself to speak around you.

you huff and start walking towards his house, a slight smirk setting on your lips when you hear him shuffling behind you "you're not going to help?"

"they're sending daryl and a couple of others, not me." you wait for him to speak again, ask you something else maybe. "they want me to watch after judith though."

"i got it." you say and open the front door of his house. you take judy away from olivia with a smile and a thank you. you bounce judith on your hip, carl standing behind you after he closes the door. you heard olivia say something about judith's nap time so you head up to her room to put her down.

no surprise carl followed you. you put judith down for bed, smiling at her sweetly.

“you’re good with her,” he observes allowed, following you as you walk out. you mumble a ‘thank you’ and turn to face him, leaning against the door of his bedroom. silence falls between you, the awkwardness growing when carl tries to get into his room.

you giggle nervously when you realize you’re in his way, moving to the side a bit before looking up at him. his eye flicks from your eyes to your lips. you don't miss it, silently gasping and put your hands on his chest to prevent him from coming closer.

his hand comes up to one of yours, guiding it up to his hair. you blink your eyes away from him. his head dips down to look into your eyes that are hellbent on avoiding him. you look up at him now, breathing out heavily. "i want you." it's a mumble under your breath, barely audible.

he laughs breathlessly, inching his face closer to yours. "i want you too." he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours. and his imagination is vivid, no doubt. but all of the noises he had you make for him in his head didn't come close to the pretty, honey-like sound of the ones escaping you now.

it didn't compare to how soft your lips felt against his, how perfect your skin felt on his fingertips. he pushes himself against you, chest to chest and deepens the kiss. you let out a small whine, using your free hand to grip his shirt.

his lips go to your jawline, sucking and biting and kissing at the skin. he's careful to not leave marks, saving those for the places only he could see. his hand goes behind you to open the door, pushing you inside clumsily before laying you down on his bed and hovering over you.

he bites his lips while he takes you in. you're breathing heavy, your chest rising and falling quickly. he sees the sheer shine of sweat on your skin, how plump your lips are from your kiss, how pretty your skin looks with the little light seeping from the window.

he pushes your shirt up and kisses along your abdomen, leading up to your chest and taking it off completely. his hand goes to your back, lifting you off the mattress slightly to rid you of your bra. he sighs with satisfaction when he finally sees your tits for himself.

his fingers lazily roll your nipples, the small action causing you to whimper and buck your hips. he looks up at you curiously, taking in everything that caused a reaction. he was going to prove to you that he could make you feel good.

he motions for you to take your clothes off and groans at the wet patch on your panties. he grinds against your clit and you gasp, his jeans causing friction that feels so good. the embarrassment of you being nearly fully naked while he's still dressed adding onto the fire in your belly. he whimpers in your ear every time he moves his hips, his hands holding yours in place against the mattress.

“wait,” you breathe out, hands coming up to his chest to stop him. you gesture for him to lay down before straddling him. you unzip his jeans, tugging them down his legs. your impatience gets the best of you leaving you to abandon them at his mid-thighs. he laughs at your desperation, helping you pull your panties to the side and guide yourself onto his cock.

you whine at the intrusion, going down slowly. he sucks in a breath through his teeth, throwing his head back. his hat falls off as a result and with a smirk you pick it up and set it on your head.

"you look perfect." you look down shyly, trailing your hand up his shirt to reveal his slim figure. you breathe out shakily as you force the rest of him inside of you, sitting still for a bit to adjust and get used to feeling him inside of you.

all the while carl is looking at you like you’re a goddess, half lidded eyes raking along your body. your hands are unsteady on his chest, trying your best to steady yourself and bounce on him properly.

you find a rhythm and your head falls to his neck. but he doesn’t want to take his eyes off of you, finally getting you to himself the way he wanted. not to mention how crazy you drove him wearing his hat.

your arms wrap around his neck and you move your head to kiss him. it's soft, carl wants to savor this as long as he can. his arms go around your waist, leaving you to grind on him instead. the kiss is messy, mostly heavily breathing into each others mouths trying to stay as close as possible.

his hips attempt to buck into yours, thrusting into you fast and messily. his lips lock with yours and his right hand cups your chest. he pulls out with a groan and your hand comes up to wrap around his cock. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast causing whimpers to fall from your lips. his brows furrow and his mouth falls agape while he watches your pretty hand finish him off.

taglist :: @carlslvr @hiro--aoki @carlsangel @mozzeralla-stix @carlmipololo

[herpsandbirds]

I love frogs. Specially the derpy ones. Do you have any favourite?

Yes, I do have some favorite frogs...

Pebble Toad (Oreophrynella nigra), family Bufonidae, endemic to 2 tepuis in the Guiana Highlands of Bolívar, Venezuela

Known widely for its habit of tucking its legs and rolling away from predators.

These tiny toads grow to a max. snout-vent length of up to 30 mm (1.18 in).

photograph by guilherme jofili

Splendid Leaf Frog (Cruziohyla calcarifer), family Hylidae, Costa Rica

photograph by Milan Zygmunt

Desert Rain Frog (Breviceps macrops), family Brevicipitidae, McDougal’s Bay, Namaqualand, South Africa

photograph by Johan Marais - World of Reptiles

Wallace’s Flying Frogs (Rhacophorus nigropalmatus), family Rhacophoridae, found in SE Asia

The species is capable of using its extensive toe webbing to glide or parachute from trees in its dense forest habitat.

photographs by Yuji Abematsu

Mexican Burrowing Toad (Rhinophrynus dorsalis), male - fully inflated and calling them fine ass females, family Rhinophrynidae, South TX, USA

This species is the only extant member of this family.

photograph by Carl J. Franklin

[archaicbro]

carl refuses to play with his cousins and sister, who is just chilling beside dad (IG story by alexandra, reeser's gf)

[zoesmp4]

hmm maybe do a fic abt carl and reader reading comics together in the woods? cute lil domestic vibe, platonic or romantic ♡ (also heads up, if you turn on anons you’re more likely to get requests <3)

COMICS AND COLD HANDS “with his calloused, cold one.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: fluff fluff fluff!!

a/n: i’m not too proud of this one, i hope it’s okay 😭!! i’m sososo sorry this is so short

you leaned your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, both of you invested in your comics. there are numerous reasons why dating carl grimes is amazing, and this is one of them. you felt safe in carl’s presence, the familiar fuzzy feeling you get whenever you’re with him never fading. 

“are you cold?” he questions, feeling the cold breeze in the air. “m’ okay.” “whatever.” he says, taking off his flannel anyways before placing it upon you. “then you’ll be cold.” you say, pouting. “don’t worry about it. jus let me take care of my pretty girl.” 

you try to roll your eyes at the name, but you end up giggling. he laughs before he pats his lap, gesturing for you to sit. you scoot closer to him and stand up slightly to position yourself before sitting on his lap with your back leaned against his chest. 

it was moments like this where you forgot about all of the worries in your life. being with carl simply let you just relax and be free. he put his comic down on the leaf scattered ground, then engulfed your warm, soft hand with his calloused, cold one. he leans slightly forward to kiss the top of your head. 

“you’re really pretty you know?” he whispers to you. you feel your heart pounding, as if it’s going to leap out. “you’re not so bad yourself, grimes.” “just wait. one day i’ll get to call you that too.” he says, squeezing your hand while smiling.