#post-harvest treatment size

[foodagriculturenews]

The global post-harvest treatment market size is experiencing significant growth, driven by various factors such as increasing consumption of fresh produce, rising disposable incomes in emerging nations, and heightened awareness about food safety and quality. According to a recent report by MarketsandMarkets, titled "Post-Harvest Treatment Market by Type, Crop Type, Origin, and Region - Global Forecast to 2028," the market is poised to reach USD 3.12 billion by 2028, with a projected CAGR of 7.6% from 2022 to 2028.

[lexluvswriting]

♛ Princess Treatment.

“Ain’t it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?”

- NFWMB; Hozier.

-> Pairing: Loki x plus-size! princess! reader.

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader (she/her), fem genitalia used, plus-size reader, allusions to low self-confidence and harmful behaviours, mentions of fat shaming, princess reader au! Loki is a doting, loving, lowkey-obsessed partner who loves to see us shine! Breeding! DON’T be like these dummies, regardless of what timeline ur in. Wrap. Before. You. Tap.

-> TW: porn with slight plot; no use of y/n; soft-ish dom!Loki x sub!reader; unprotected p in v sex; oral sex (f receiving); face-sitting; praising (f receiving); body worship (f receiving); dirty talk; breeding (lol); mirror sex, mirror sex, mirror sex!

W/C: 4.8

╰┈➤ Lex's note: thanks to this anon’s req, you all have this!! firstly: i am so sorry for ghosting, and being super late in my fic posting!!! it wasn’t intentional at all 😔 (uni is hard & mental health takes a toll T-T). second: Loki! Likes! Thick! Girls! anyway- Hozier did inspire this, HOW DID YOU KNOW?? indeed, NOTHING fucks with Loki's baby. I hope i did this request justice AND i hope we all giggle & squeal at this beautiful God the way i did. TYSM ANON for requesting <3 <3

“I do not believe this to be a fair council if we are not considering the voices of the people.”

Your voice was clear as you stood to say your piece, smoothing one of the ruffles along the waistline of your dress as you did so. Your head was held high as you spoke, commanding the attention of all the others who were part of this monthly council- the royals from the territories surrounding Asgard would convene at certain locations routinely to discuss oncoming threats, or other diplomatic concerns as ‘equals’, with today’s meeting taking place in one of King Odin’s many conference chambers.

“Malekith’s constant threats put strain on our territories, yes, but also on our citizens. Pulling more tithe from our villages will not warrant greater victory- I believe that it will worsen the tensions that are already rising.” As you continued your advocacy, you glanced around to ensure you held each attendant’s attention, before your eyes settled on blue irises that twinkled with usual cunning charm. Your mouth was on auto-pilot- this speech rehearsed to the point where you mumbled it in your sleep at times- allowing you to focus on the beauty of the prince across the table. His eyes of blue, like Jotunheim ice, watched you with a fondness only you could recognise while he reclined in his chair, flipping his dagger as he listened to you. Each time you felt flustered, you’d look back to him, for his eyes to soften and his chin to dip in the smallest, softest of encouraging nods, flushing out your nerves and leaving a sensual warmth that started in your chest and leaked into your lower stomach. You could do this. You could do this, then retreat back to the comfort of your lover’s room and let him coddle you like he loved to do.

“As lovely as your attempts are, princess, we do not have time to shed wasteful tears over a few peasant bodies.” A dry, dismissive voice cut you off before you could conclude; the callousness in his mention of the ‘peasants’- including your own people- made your fists curl. An older man from a neighbouring kingdom waved his hand dismissively as he sat back in his chair, swirling his goblet lazily. He barely spared you a glance, shaking his head as he continued with a bored expression,

“We deploy soldiers to protect these peasants. What do they need to fear? They are expected to provide mass harvests, and we deploy mass protection. If they do not know how to serve their kingdoms, why should we prioritise the preservation of such useless people?” 

Your breath stopped, eyes widening as you turned to him directly, yet you sensed Loki go deadly still in your peripheral, noticing the way he caught the dagger, blade facing up, holding it a little tighter as the lord spoke.

“Their families are starving enough as it is. They do not control the weather, nor the integrity of the soil! We cannot possibly place more expectations-”

“If they were worried about providing for their kingdoms, they would not be so reckless in their breeding, princess. If they were smarter, they’d sacrifice a few of those runts to gain more supplies. That, my dear, is why the rich stay rich, and the poor stay poor.” He droned on, the lord’s beady eyes finally looking at you, up and down slowly before his lip curled in a sneer,

“Perhaps their ‘starvation’ is simply a thinness they’ve earnt from working as hard as they have. Not that one might expect you to understand, princess.” The comment left a bitter taste in your mouth, making your throat tighten as the room suddenly went cold. You felt as if every pair of eyes watched you- scrutinising your rounder, curvier appearance compared to others. Granted, you weren’t the most ‘conforming’ to society’s beauty standards as far as princesses went within the nine realms, but you had believed your curvier body type was representative- beautiful- despite the criticisms. Yet the current whispers that swirled from around the room, the stares that your paranoia sucked in greedily, it made you want to crumble in a little heap and wither. In that moment, your stomach tightened, as if it would never eat again, and you felt yourself sucking in, straightening your posture subconsciously at his twisted, barbed retort.

“What exactly are you trying to imply?” The voice that spoke up was not your own but rather, the God of Mischief who stayed reclined. You watched him, slowly twirling his dagger between his fingers again- a calculating, threatening display of dexterity that made the bystanders in the room stiffen- while he cocked his head the way a beast would before devouring its prey. You had been on the receiving end of that stare many a time, but his eyes would not gleam with murderous intent; rather a hunger, as if you were a Goddess offering your nectar to a starving man. Yet even that memory couldn’t quell the uneasiness you felt as you slowly sat down, still silent.

“I did not say you could sit, princess.”

Your thighs had barely touched the edge of the chair as you froze, eyes flicking up to meet Loki’s who watched you with that mischievous gleam; plotting, planning, the way he usually was. You tried to shake your head, not wanting to be in the spotlight any longer, but he nodded, pointing his dagger at you as if it were a goblet- finally stirring something in you at his protectiveness,

“I’d like to hear you finish,” Your thighs squeezed together at the implication, “Your ideas seemed very promising- far more fulfilling than the vitriol I’ve heard during the earlier half of this forsaken meeting.” Huffs and murmurs of protest started, before being hushed as Thor- a supporter of your’s and his brother’s private relationship- cleared his throat, nodding at you to continue.

You hesitated, swallowing thickly as you slowly stood up again, voice considerably less confident than before as you completed your proposal, which had left the other participants nodding or murmuring contemplatively to those next to them. The lord who had insulted you simply rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his goblet before chiming in again- as if he couldn’t help himself-

“Ah, yes. The people’s princess. Forgive me for being so ‘out of order’,” His sneer told you the exact opposite as he sat back with a sigh, “At least they’ll know who to come to for meat if your lands are ever amidst a siege.” He muttered under his breath, earning a few malicious sneers and snickers, and as Loki snarled, Thor banged his hammer against the table,

“That will conclude this meeting. We will return later, when we have remembered how to behave like proper royals, and not barbaric animals.” He growled, the threat evident in his voice. You didn’t meet Loki’s gaze as you ducked your head, the first one to leave the meeting hall with tears that welled quickly.

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“I never want to go to another meeting again.”

“Oh, my darling, don’t say that.” He murmured, pressing kisses to the crown of your head as you buried your face against his torso. He had been laid back against the headboard of his bed, waiting for you after the meeting with his arms out wide as soon as you entered, and you crawled into them with teary eyes, sniffling as you lay in between his legs, face nuzzled against his torso as you cried a little.

“I feel absolutely humiliated!”

“My darling- my little Goddess- your father sends you as a representative to these meetings because he sees your brilliance, as do I-”

“Yet they all laughed at me!”

“Nobody would dare, my love, not unless they wanted my daggers carving out their insides.” His voice had remained soothing as he cooed praises, one hand rubbing your back while the other loosened the ties of your dress, letting you relax more, breathing freely as the corset underneath the bodice stopped crushing your chest and compressing your internal organs.

“He was right.”

“Who, love?” He hummed, barely listening to your vent, more focused on soothing you and your body- his vice, as he’d tell you whenever he was in between your legs, or looking up at you as you’d ride him- only to pause at your next words.

“The lord.” You sniffled, looking up at him with teary eyes as you shuffled slightly, climbing up him to rest your head against his chest.

“The lord? The lord is an insignificant fool- a worm who has been left alive to wriggle for too long. You are wonderful, beloved-”

“Loki.” You groaned, sullen as you hid your face against his neck, not in the mood for sympathy- regardless of how sincere it may have been.

“Be honest with yourself!” You snapped, the anger not even anger at all, but a storm of self-doubt, harsh self-criticism and insecurity,

“All these nobles see is a frumpy pig in pearls & frilly dresses, alright? So let us say it for what it is. I am fat. I am fat, and hard to look at, and I don’t even look like a proper princess-”

“Never,” He had flipped you both over faster than you could blink, his snarl protective as he grabbed your face with his left hand, pinning your hands above your head on the pillow with your right, rearranging your positions with that unfair godly strength he possessed, “Utter that filth again.”

Your tears had stopped in their tracks; doe eyes wide as you looked up at him, pouty lips parted in shock, face slightly flushed from crying.

“For as long as the sun brings day, and the moon calls night, I never want to hear you utter such horrid curses. Not a damn word. Do you hear me?” He growled, fingers holding your chin firmly before his hand cupped the side of your face instead, thumb brushing away the tears that lingered before he rubbed at the soft squish of your cheek. His index and thumb pinched at the apples of your cheek- the only apples he’d crave as long as he lived- gently, before kissing either side of your face.

“You are the only woman in all nine realms I love. You are the only woman I want; be it above me, beneath me or by my side. You may be the people’s princess, but you are a queen to me. The only woman I would kneel for- be it in the comfort of our bed chambers, or in the middle of the damn courtyard. Understand?” His words reverberated in your ears, rattling around your puddle of a brain before slinking over your heart and straight down to your core. The warmth he had triggered when he defended you during the meeting came back again in full force, your breathing hitching as you gawked up at him, before finally nodding dumbly, as if you had lost all ability to speak.

“If this is truly how you feel, then I must be punished for failing you.”

You blinked, trying to understand where he was going with this- your sulky voice a mere squeak as you echoed his words,

“P… punished?-”

“Oh, yes. Severely punished, for failing to present just how infatuated I am.” He murmured lowly as if this was a grave offence, his cock stirring in his pants as he saw your brain working behind your eyes; the way the words clicked and the way your thighs squeezed together, making your cheeks redden as your lips quivered.

“If I have to fuck my love into you for you to remember how beautiful you are, then I will make sure neither of us leave this bed until I have done it successfully.” His voice had taken a husky dive, your stomach coiling as your chest puffed up, nipples pebbling beneath the layers of fabric making up the bodice of your dress. Your body responded for you, tears drying to accommodate the curious twinkles of desire that began to shine through instead. His hands moved slowly, grabbing at the clothed flesh of your shapely hips, before slowly moving up over your body- your heart racing, even skipping a few beats from the intensity that he stared at you with- before his palms cupped your breasts. The soft mounds of your body could not simply be contained by a God’s measly palm, as if testament to your beauty, and he groaned at the sight, before grabbing his dagger impatiently, making you squeak,

“Loki!” You grabbed his hand, “I like this gown.” You mumbled, the lust glazing over your irises, making him huff softly before discarding the small weapon, only to pull you to sit up right on the bed with him, ridding you of the garment as he pulled it off.

“I could have bought you ten more. Ten more dresses to adorn this heavenly body.” His praise was a hungry growl- the timbre of his voice becoming more and more telling of his lustful desires- as his lips found purchase against the top of your breasts, making you gasp as his hands grabbed at the globes of your rear- his cock twitching at each whimper, straining unbearably against his pants as he beheld you. His princess. His darling. 

And he’d happily slaughter anyone who threatened your comfort.

“Look at yourself, princess,”

His hands turned you around like you were a ragdoll, squeezing your hips as he pressed his own against the flesh of your ass, making you whine softly as you shut your eyes, knowing exactly where he had positioned you both. He knelt behind you on the bed, making you sit on your knees while he peeked over your shoulder, resting his chin on the surface, his icy eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of his bed after a soft squeeze of your breast made your eyes flutter open.

“Loki-”

“Hush, my darling. I know what you want… my needy little princess. My precious girl.”

His praises only made your cunt clench eagerly, the emptiness making you whine as your eyes followed the way his hands roamed over you in the mirror. Where you saw cellulite and stretch marks, he saw health. Where you saw rolls of fat and pudginess, he saw comfort. Your breasts were his pillows, your thighs his ear muffs during the colder seasons; your body was his home, and he planned to show you just how much it all meant to him. How much you meant to him.

“You know, darling, in Jotunheim… where I was born?” A squeeze of your left breast, fingers gently capturing your nipple between them to toy with while he murmured in your ear between kisses,

“The male giants believe that the bigger their mate, the healthier their children would be. And for you, my princess, the giants would see curves like yours and go to war in your name.” He hummed, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while he teased your body gently, your breathy whines and heedy noises making him feral. Your eyes widened at his words, before his other hand cupped your mound, barely giving you time to adjust before his teeth marked your skin, making you moan abruptly. You saw the way he smiled wolfishly in the reflection of the mirror, his low chuckle alluring to your senses as he purred in your ear,

“Does that appeal to you, princess? Wielding the knowledge that your body alone appeals to my base desires- my primal needs?” He growled the word accordingly, and you bucked your hips back into his clothed cock while his fingers sampled the wetness pooling in the apex between your thighs. 

“Loki-”

“Allow me, my love, to make you feel like a queen tonight.”

As if he didn’t do that anyway.

He pulled away, before lying down with his head near the foot of the bed, so you’d see your reflection as he pulled you up to straddle his chest.

“My face is your throne, beloved. And I’d like to taste everything you have to offer.” He murmured, making your heart leap up to your throat, before plummeting straight down to your stomach as he wrapped his arms around your pillowy thighs, the sensation of him handling you making you squeak. Once your dripping cunt was hovering over his face, he groaned softly, as if he had been starving, and your hands braced his arms gently as you mumbled his name, before inclining your head. He watched curiously, before realising his mistake and let magic dissolve his clothing, leaving you both equally bare, his cock jumping at the way your thighs squeezed slightly, enjoying the sight of his nakedness.

Without further ado, he pulled you down- the movement making you squeal lightly- until your lower lips connected with his. He pressed a loving kiss to your mound- the feeling making you shiver- his tongue poking out at your glistening folds, tasting your honey greedily as he lapped at you. The taste of you made his cock jump, combined with the string of moans and mewls you released while his tongue wrote a love letter between your legs. You cried out his name in a strained moan, hands immediately grabbing at his silken locks for some sort of stability while he smothered himself in your nectar, absolutely drinking you in like you were his last meal. Every single time he did this, it always managed to get better and better- how? You had no damn clue.

“Look at yourself for me, pet.” His voice sounded in your muddled brain, despite his mouth being occupied, making you look up towards the mirror in shock, only to notice a slightly greenish tinge to your eyes- green from his magic as you realised he was looking through your eyes, both of you watching the sight of yourself atop his face. The both of you enjoyed the way your body jerked and jumped in the mirror as his head moved eagerly, hands squeezing at the plump fat of your inner thighs as he ate you out eagerly, like it was his favourite activity.

“You know it is.” His wicked, wicked voice of liquid sex appeal reverberated, making you whine, unable to even scowl from the way his tongue kept your eyes fluttering shut; only to feel his teeth nip at your inner thigh, a silent reminder to keep them open and on the mirror.

“You’re going to watch yourself, and watch the beauty that I am blessed with, as I make you come. Do you understand me, princess?”

You nodded dumbly, giving in to his demands as you weakly rode his face, his hands moving your hips along as he groaned into your mound, nose nudging the top of your wet cunt while his tongue stroked you, delving past and into your hole, making your gasp break into a weak whine as your head lolled back. Your brain was fuzzy, and you found yourself whining his name- which only made him harder and harder while he moaned at the taste, feeling and sound of you. If fate were to have him at your feet, only to serve you, he’d happily give up his titles to do so; especially with the way you looked above him right now. Soon enough, he was pulling an orgasm from you- your voice increasing higher in pitch, cracking more and more as you grunted and whimpered between moans, your breathing uneven as you tried your best to watch yourself, or more importantly, him between your legs. His neglected cock wept with beads of pre-cum from the blissful torture of hearing you, yet not being used to please you. He could have come from your moans alone, but he held back, determined to drive his point home- as well as drive into you.

“Oh, Loki- Loki I’m- mmm- I- ah-”

“It’s alright, darling. I’m right here.”

“I’m so close- so close-”

“Come for me, princess. My beautiful, beautiful princess.”

His coo made you squeak, before crying out as your release slammed into you, warmth flooding your lower stomach and gushing out, with Loki groaning happily as you sated his hunger yet again. You watched yourself, the way your eyes were half-lidded, the way you had some sort of blissful after-glow after he pulled such an orgasm from your core. You trembled slightly, whimpering as he gently guided your legs back, helping to shuffle you until you were resting against his painfully neglected erection- flinching slightly as he hissed upon feeling the warmth of your plush thighs snug against his hips, and the warmth radiating off your needy cunt.

“There you are… there’s my girl… my beautiful girl.” 

He groaned huskily, pushing himself up to kiss you, making you mewl at the taste of yourself on his lips, on his tongue as it swirled against yours in a hedonistic display.

“Are you convinced yet, my love? Or shall I continue until you have no choice but to agree?” He was absolutely drunk off of your essence as he asked it, his hips lifting up into you lightly, rubbing himself against your wetness as he watched your eyes flutter shut for a moment to enjoy the feeling of himagainst your slit. Seeing the way he was so determined to please you, it made your mind reel; the fondness in his gaze as he watched you come, the tenderness he showered you with as he kissed you, before leaning back on his elbows, looking at you like that? It certainly made something in your brain switch.

“I…” You bit your lip, before nodding as you mustered up the courage, “I want to watch myself ride you.”

As soon as you said that, you could have sworn Loki whimpered- your eyes widening as he grabbed at your hips- pawing at you like he was some desperate concubine.

“Please- please ride me, my princess. Please, let me watch you- let me see through your eyes.” He murmured, leaning up to latch onto one of your heavy breasts, his tongue warm against your hardened nipple; the sensation making you gasp a breathy “Yes,” earning a hungry groan as he shifted, aligning himself with your entrance. You glanced down at where his mouth found purchase against your chest, his eyes on you as he pulled away, probably to kiss you, only to freeze as he felt you begin to sink down on him slowly.

You both gasped softly, before moaning together at the sensation- as if you two didn’t do this many times before- his head tilting back and his eyes screwing shut.

“Oh, my princess- my beautiful girl- Norns, you feel so good-” He growled out, hands grabbing your hips like a lifeline as he let you set the pace. Your attention, however, was focused on the mirror as you watched yourself, from the way your curves rippled with each moment of impact, to the way his hands grabbed at your soft, comforting flesh; fingers digging into the comfort of your skin for solace. Your warm, tight cunt gripped him for dear life as you rolled your body against his, hands splayed against his chest as you bounced so nicely.

The fat head of his cock found your spot easily- his sensitive tip prodding against your gummy walls over and over- eliciting gasps of his name as you watched his shaft disappear into you over and over.

“Who’s my princess?”

He cooed, his voice like velvet, making you clench more around him- to which he chuckled at- before flexing his hips up into you, helping you feel all of him as you impaled yourself on his wide cock. You could only whine at his praise, your cheeks warming as your hands flinched up to hide your face, only for his hands to catch your wrists and pull them back to his chest,

“Ah, ah. That’s not what I asked, darling. I said,” His hips bucked up into you to prove his point, the harsh, sudden thrust making you moan,

“Who’s my princess?”

Your brain was practically a gushing puddle of matter, your face the epitome of raw, unadulterated pleasure. You had stopped watching the mirror, eyes blurring as you lost yourself in the pulses of that warm, wonderful feeling he gifted you with every time the tip of him hit your spongy walls, yet you mumbled out an almost incoherent, “I am,” earning you a growl of approval and

More.

Hard.

Thrusts.

Thrusts that left you moaning and whining helplessly as you grabbed at his hands, fingers interlacing together as your body tightened again from the sensitivity of your recent orgasm, and the sensation of your wonderful body clenching around him made the God groan your name, along with curses in an old language that sent warmth thrumming for you. Your mewls joined his groans in a raw melody of love and lust; his infatuation with you seeming to grow stronger with every thrust, every beautiful, sinful noise you made.

“Tell me darling, do you like what you see?”

His voice was strained as he fucked up into you, his arms wrapping around your hips, holding you flush against him while he bucked his hips. The combined sounds of wet arousal from your cunt, and skin slapping against skin as his thighs smacked against your plush rear, made you squeak out his name, barely registering his words.

“So beautiful, my princess… My Goddess, my beautiful girl.” He grunted, his eyes glazed over with lust, yet the expression he gave you was nothing but adoration before he slowed his thrusts suddenly. You blinked, whimpering a noise of confusion before he repositioned you with careful movements, laying you across his bed and parallel to the mirror opposite, so you both could watch the scene that played out together as he slid back inside you again, hands gripping your hips as he restrained his thrusts to slow rolls, the gentle, consistent pace making you sigh, toes curling as he peppered your body with kisses.

“I should worship you properly, my darling- should fill you with my seed ‘til you give me a bunch of beautiful little heirs.” He groaned, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watched you, while your eyes watched the mirror, meeting his gaze for the moment to nod- the both of you like irresponsible teenagers as he humped into you desperately- your own lip caught between your teeth, eyes all wide and innocent-like, which made him growl and increase the pace of his hips.

“Do you want that, my pretty Goddess? Want me to worship you properly?” He grabbed your face, turning your head to face him as your lips caught in a searing kiss. He swallows your moans greedily, guttural noises sounding from the back of his throat as he kissed you over and over.

“Please, Loki.”

You barely recognised your voice, with how soft and whiny it was, and your body was absolutely sensitive- his thrusts sending jolts of pleasure so strong that it ruined the integrity of your muscles- your legs trembling as he cupped under your thighs, folding you over slightly and swearing as he felt your body tighten greedily, as if you were anticipating his release.

“Mm? Tell me, my darling, tell me what you need of me. How can I reward you, my princess?”

His voice had lowered huskily as he repeatedly buried himself within you. The action had you seeing stars, making you cry out for him before you pleaded weakly,

“Please, please- I want you to come-”

You pawed at his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as best you could while you kissed him. Your pleas fell on listening ears, and the God rewarded you with a guttural groan, one specific thrust forcing out an orgasm you didn’t even know was building- the action making you all but keen for him- as your body clenched. Your mound tightened around him with the intent to milk him dry, and he finally let himself come- slamming his hips into you with a sense of finality- while he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted, with his cock twitching and jumping as he drained himself, every last hot rope of white painting your pretty walls. He stayed in you until he softened, as if to make real on his promise of fucking his love into you, before he collapsed beside you on the bed with a hum of content.

You had both come down from your highs together, and he had wrapped you up in his arms to pepper your face with kisses as he whispered sweet nothings and that made you giggle.

“Shall I kill that lord, for you, my love?”

“Loki.”

“It is but an innocent suggestion, my princess. Only to work in your favour.”

“Loki.”

“Alright, alright. But you must admit, I did do what I said I would, no?”

“Gods help me.”

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: i hope you guys love this as much as i did! pls feel free to request any time!! <3 L'autunno ch:5 & 6 are definitely otw, as well as another req for (you guessed it) Loki!! hehe. thank you for reading, my loves!!

[districtscare]

THE PROBLEM WITH DISTRICT 11 ; INCORRECT PORTRAYAL OF A MINORITY

hi! this post has been on my mind for a very long time, and with a possible hunger games resurgence underway, i want to address the not-so savoury and digestable bits about collin's writing, including her characterizations of black individuals within the trilogy.

first of all; district 11 is described as a large district, with its population mainly being black, or at least people of color. this is shown in the movie adaptations, and the several characters we meet throughout the series.

(rue, chaff and seeder's descriptions, but thresh, too.)

(depiction of district 11's population in the movie adaptation of catching fire.)

SO, WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

genuinely? the characterization of these individuals, such as chaff and thresh (both black males specifically.) the portrayal of both characters being a threat in size and combat, which is also often a microaggressive stereotype tied to black men.

(effie's reaction to the 75th's reaping & her snide comment against chaff, catching fire + thresh killing clove/sparing katniss, the hunger games.)

of course, i won't downplay thresh's kindness in his sacrifice of sparing katniss, but the display of his brutality paired with his decent & race does not look good (considering that the hunger games is written by a white woman!) and to me, will always come across as uncomfortable. even his speech makes him seem uneducated, more brawn than any brain, and that's also a heavy misconception when it comes to black men/boys/etc. i can see where suzanne tried to balance it out, but it doesn't work well in the slightest.

furthermore, we have to talk about the state of district 11 as a whole.

agriculture/farming as the role for one of the largest districts if not THE largest, seems innocent by itself. but then you have the treatment of its citizens, the way the population is worked, and the overall uneasiness of it.

(rue's experience in 11, the hunger games + katniss’ description of the district, catching fire.)

public whippings, senseless cruelty towards again, a WIDELY black populated district and their continual work on fields/in harvests all speak to remnants of slavery and pastimes taken place within the era of slavery. if suzanne collins was trying to make a point, or mock the treatment of this minority through a portrayal in her book as a white woman, she missed the mark POORLY. having the BLACK citizens, including women, children and men all working out in the fields? disgusting. beyond incomprehensible.

hoarding a minority in one district is crazy work too, because we barely hear about any other black characters minus paylor, beetee, and potentially cinna. and the fact that in katniss' eyes, 11 is treated perhaps the worst? says a lot.

WHAT'S THE POINT OF THE POST?

truthfully, i'm bringing awareness to my discomfort as a black teen/general black individual because this isn't just something you should brush past. you should see the treatment of these characters and condemn it. i see next to no posts about the blatant racism towards black people/poc in the hunger games and also within the fandom. this has been swept under the rug over and over and blatantly, I'm tired.

collins perpetuates the suffering of district 11 in historical and supposedly educational ways, but that doesn't make it okay for her to do so. as a white woman, collins abuses the usage of racial stereotypes with examples of district 11 men, the culture, their work, but also a wider environment than just 11, such as district 12 too (with the perpetuation of gale.)

[rupalic]

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Top Global Turf Protection Leaders to Watch in 2024

· Syngenta Crop Protection AG (Switzerland)

· UPL Limited (India)

· Corteva Agriscience (US)

· Nufarm (US)

· Bayer AG (Germany)

· BASF SE (Germany)

· SDS Biotech K.K. (Japan)

· AMVAC Chemical Corporation (US)

· Bioceres Crop Solutions (Argentina)

· Colin Campbell (Chemicals) Pty Ltd (Australia)

· ICL Group Ltd. (US)

Investments and Innovations: Key Strategies of Top Turf Protection Companies

🌱 Syngenta Crop Protection AG: Leading the Way in Integrated Pest Management

Syngenta Crop Protection AG, a global agribusiness based in Switzerland, operates prominently in the crop protection and seeds markets. The company offers a comprehensive range of herbicides, insecticides, fungicides, and seed treatments, helping growers worldwide enhance agricultural productivity and food quality. With a presence in over 90 countries, Syngenta’s reach is truly global. In October 2020, Syngenta further strengthened its position by acquiring Valagro, a leading biologicals company. Valagro’s strong presence in Europe, North America, Asia, and Latin America complements Syngenta’s existing crop protection chemicals. This acquisition allows Syngenta to offer more integrated pest management strategies that reduce reliance on synthetic chemicals, while Valagro’s expertise in plant nutrition promotes healthier turfgrass growth and improved soil health.

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🌍 UPL Limited: Innovating Turf Management Solutions Globally

UPL Limited, formerly known as United Phosphorus Limited, is a global agrochemical company based in India, providing a wide range of agricultural solutions, including crop protection products, seeds, and post-harvest solutions. UPL is a key player in turf management, offering innovative solutions for golf courses, sports fields, and other turf areas. Their product portfolio includes herbicides, fungicides, insecticides, and plant growth regulators, all designed to enhance turf quality and health while effectively controlling pests and diseases. Operating in over 130 countries across North America, South America, Europe, and Asia Pacific, UPL has 28 manufacturing sites worldwide, solidifying its position as a leader in the global turf protection market.

🏆 Bayer AG: Streamlining for a Focused Future in Turf Protection

Bayer AG, a multinational pharmaceutical and life sciences company headquartered in Leverkusen, Germany, operates across three business segments: Pharmaceuticals, Consumer Health, and Crop Science. The company’s Crop Science division caters to the turf protection market, offering products such as herbicides, insecticides, and fungicides. With operations in over 90 countries, including regions like North America, South America, Europe, the Middle East, Africa, and Asia Pacific, Bayer maintains a strong global presence. In March 2022, Bayer sold its Environmental Science Professional business, which includes turf protection products, to private equity firm Cinven for USD 2.6 billion. This strategic divestment is part of Bayer’s ongoing efforts to streamline its portfolio and concentrate on core businesses, ensuring a more focused approach to its future operations.

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Abduction + Memory + Time + Fireworks + Dispersal thank goodness they didn't do seven seasons of this naming convention...

Okay folks, even though this aired quite a while ago I just now watched it, so I'm just now writing about it.

Awl - X-Ray + Penny - Duct Tape + Jack - CD + Hoagie Foil - Guts + Fuel + Hope - Wilderness + Training + Survival - Father + Bride + Betrayal - Lidar + Rogues + Duty - Nightmares - Seeds + Permafrost + Feather - Friends + Enemies + Border - Mason + Cable + Choices - Bitter Harvest - Kid + Plane + Cable + Truck - Tesla + Bell + Edison + Mac - Golden Lancehead + Venom + Pole Vault + Blood + Baggage

In conclusion to the nanotracker story arc, Mac and Riley go missing for over 24 hours. When they reappear, not only have they no memory of the previous day, but video footage shows them obeying dozens of commands, including one to fight each other and one to fire a weapon at a mannequin (though based on a line Mac says later, this horrifyingly might not have been the original version of this scene).

Vowing not to allow their bodies to be used against their will again, Mac and Riley decide to undergo a potentially dangerous treatment- exposing the nanites to high concentrations of oxygen in a hyperbaric chamber.

Just because mind control nanites are still pretty science fiction, this post will mostly be about hyperbaric medicine.

Hyperbaric Chambers:

Hyperbaric oxygen treatment is a type of treatment that uses high pressure and high oxygen concentrations to treat a variety of illnesses and injuries. These include things like non-healing wounds, crush injuries, carbon monoxide poisoning, cyanide poisoning, severe infections, and delayed radiation injuries.

A patient is placed into a chamber like the one above (though there are also larger chambers that can accommodate multiple people). Oxygen or medical air is then forced into the chamber, increasing the pressure to the prescribed depth. Depths vary depending on patient needs and the capabilities of the chamber, but can be anywhere from 1.4 atmospheres to over 6 atmospheres.

The high pressure and high oxygen concentration in the hyperbaric chamber allows oxygen to dissolve directly into the blood plasma. This helps higher concentrations of oxygen get to parts of the body that may not have the best circulation (non-healing wounds, crush injuries), give a boost of oxygen to parts of the body that need it (severe infections, delayed radiation injuries), or provide oxygen when the hemoglobin can't carry it (carbon monoxide poisoning, cyanide poisoning). The high pressure helps reduce the size of errant bubbles in the blood stream as well, which can treat the symptoms of air embolism and decompression sickness. The pressure is then gradually reduced to allow the bubbles to dissolve without severe pain.

Oxygen Toxicity:

In the episode, Mac and Riley require very high concentrations of oxygen in their blood in order to poison the nanites. Like any medical treatment, there are risks to hyperbaric oxygen therapy. Most of them have to do with air pockets in the body. These include barotrauma cause by bubbles under tooth fillings, in the sinus cavities, and the air in the inner ear which can expand and contract, causing pain. They can also include oxygen toxicity, which can be lung-related (burning pain, cough, difficulty breathing), or nervous system related (seizures).

In the episode, Mac suffers the latter type of complication when he has a seizure at 3.5 atmospheres. Seizures are a very rare complication (about 0.7 out of 10,000 treatments will result in a seizure), but oxygen toxicity does lower the seizure threshold. This means that for someone with a pre-existing seizure disorder or another reason they might have a seizure (low blood sugar, certain drugs, fever in children, etc...) they are more likely to have a seizure during a treatment.

Mac also was more likely to have oxygen toxicity than the typical person undergoing hyperbaric oxygen therapy. See, when a person is "at depth" in a chamber, they have a mask they can wear to give them room air (about 21% oxygen) at periodic intervals in order to prevent oxygen toxicity. Since the goal was to give Mac oxygen toxicity to kill the nanites, they likely forewent this precaution, which might have made it a lot more likely he would have had pulmonary complications or seizures.

The Bends:

Because he was in the chamber when he had the seizure, they decompress him and get him out of the chamber. It seems to take only seconds, even though they do hang a lantern on it by saying something to the effect of "we can't decompress him too quickly or he'll get the bends and then we'll never get him back!" (I'd quote it exactly but they took the episode off of Paramount+).

In reality, it would have taken at least an hour to adequately decompress him. If they needed to get him out as fast as they did, they'd need to re-compress him or he really would get the bends (though the bends is usually delayed by 15 minutes to 12 hours, so they'd have some time to get him back to depth). Here is a recommended re-compression table (18 MSW is the same as 1.8 atmospheres):

Has someone written that fic? Cause I need the fic where they have to break it to Mac that he has to go back into the chamber.

Anyway, this was a short one, but I hope you all learned something!

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Hi everyone, welcome to the Trident Isles.

The Trident Isles is a spec evo and worldbuilding project involving medieval humans, dinosaurs, flying crocodiles and definitely not a cult. If you want a short description of the project, i’ll post a TL;DR below as well as a full lore post.

TL;DR: On an alien planet known as Expiatio, the native life had driven themselves to a point of no return through use of pesticides on their native fauna and flora. In an attempt to repopulate their planet, they built a portal to harvest life from the nearest life-bearing planet and then sealed themselves away. This was earth during the Jurassic. Harvests continued, up until a malfunction caused medieval humans to be thrust into a world of dinosaurs.

LONG VERSION;

An ancient civilization once inhabited the planet of expiatio. As they perfected technology, they began to create increasingly stronger insecticides, anti-fungal treatments, and other inventions to try and protect their crops. This backfired when a mass extinction of native detritivores and invertebrates occurred, which had rapidly cascading repercussions up the food web. By the time they had realized how doomed their planet was, it was too far gone to save. Realizing how little time was left, the natives looked to the stars for answers, and found Earth. With no hope of native life recovering, it was hoped importing Earth’s flora and fauna could save Expiatio from collapse. Thus, the Gateway was created- a machine capable of opening a bridge between worlds.

The natives knew that they would not survive to see if their experiment would work. Thus, they set the gateway to open at random locations on earth every 29 million years, in hopes they could steadily maintain an ecosystem and account for any natural mass extinctions. They then sealed themselves away deep underground, artificially freezing themselves in hopes to wake up whenever their planet was livable again.

And so, the gateway brought through the first life from Earth 162 million years ago. This system seemed to be working- for millions of years, the Gateway functioned as normal.. until it failed it work as planned. It had harvested life approximately 17 million years ago- the gateway wasn’t scheduled to open for many more millions of years.. until it did, during the first crusade. This malfunction marked the arrival of humans, specifically on the Trident Isles. The Trident Isles are a series of continents roughly the size of Eurasia- all attempts to leave have proved seemingly impossible.

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Powers can serve many purposes in a narrative. That sentence is my excuse to stick three unrelated half-baked setting ideas in the same blog post.

Powers As Disability

First, an alternate history. Sometime in the 20th centuer, beings of unfathomable power and motivation fought over Amalthea (one of Jupiter's moons); one absconded with the moon, with the others either pursuing it out of the Solar System or slinking away.

Their battle devastated that corner of the Solar System, but luckily Earth wasn't too close. But it didn't get away completely unscathed. The Great Old One equivalent of a piece of bloody shrapnel crashed into the Moon, leading to fragments of eldritch something orbiting around the Earth-Moon system and frequently falling into the atmosphere. And when those fragments come into contact with humans, bad things happen.

Luckily, those bad things can be contained. You know those "man in a can" metahumans, who either have superpowers that would be wildly destructive if they weren't contained in cool power armor or have weird anatomy/construction/physics that would lead to them being killed/dispersed if they weren't contained in cool power armor? In this setting, every superhero is one of those.

The cans are patented by Giger LLC [working title], a company built on the backs of several eldritch patents. It sells containment suits to people who need them, for a rather high price, which your health insurance probably won't cover. If you aren't independently wealthy, you basically need to work for Giger, using your powers for their benefit.

Maybe they plug you into some generator or assembly line, capitalizing on your powers in a very direct way. But if you're cool and photogenic enough, you might get to join the Giger Squad [working title], a superhero team Giger maintains to fight all the other nasty results of eldritch alien bits (partly for dibs on studying whatever's leftover, mostly for PR).

These powers are a pretty direct stand-in for disability. They prevent you from living a "normal" life, and while treatment is available, the people who provide it know they can charge through the nose for it. And that's shitty! I've got a sort of half-formed plot bunny about some of the metapeople abused by Giger LLC discovering a way to survive without the containment suits.

Powers As Resource

Second, we have a fantasy world, ruled by a coalition of god-monarchs. Long ago, titans roamed the earth. The gods slew the titans and took their hearts, gaining immortality and immense power in the process. The titans' other potent body parts were turned into divine artifacts or used to reward retainers with lesser powers.

But the titans are long dead. The discarded titan entrails have empowered a new generation of lesser magical creatures, who are being harvested in turn to feed the kingdoms' hunger for magic and magic items.

The powers in this setting are resources—a workable allegory for both finite natural resources, and possibly the economic/social capital that the people controlling such resources can consolidate.

Powers As Cool Thing

Finally, the least-formed setting of all. Really, it's just a few cities and a few ideas for how I could justify their existence.

Basically, it's a post-apocalyptic or otherwise perilous world, where most ordinary people have to live in great cities protected by an absurdly powerful superhuman, or at least close enough to one that they can shelter there if need be. These cities include:

A floating city, held aloft as one of the many things its telekinetic leader does to keep it running.

An undersea city, kept warm and aerated and relatively dry by its leader's incredible elemental powers.

A city of lights and iron, built and powered by someone with incredibly potent electromagnetic powers.

A shapeshifter. Not a city run by a shapeshifter, a shapeshifter who has turned himself into a city-sized and city-shaped form. Lots of public transit, which is basically just him shapeshifting train-car-sized pockets of himself around his body.

And other high-concept city ideas. I've considered a few ways to incorporate these powers into a story's themes, but their primary purpose is just being a cool thing. Sometimes, that's enough.

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Understanding the Hair Transplant Procedure - Step-by-Step

Hair transplants have become a popular solution for addressing hair loss and thinning. Whether you're considering a hair transplant to restore a receding hairline or to add density to thinning areas, understanding the procedure can help you make an informed decision hair transplant near me UK. Here’s a step-by-step guide to what you can expect during a hair transplant:

1. Initial Consultation

Objective: To assess your suitability for the procedure and discuss your goals.

Process:

Assessment: The surgeon will evaluate your hair loss pattern, scalp condition, and overall health. They’ll also discuss your medical history and any medications you’re taking.

Goals: You’ll share your expectations and desired outcome, such as the hairline design and areas to be treated.

Plan: The surgeon will recommend a treatment plan, which may include the type of hair transplant (FUE or FUT) and any preparatory steps needed.

2. Pre-Procedure Preparation

Objective: To prepare for the procedure and ensure optimal conditions for success.

Process:

Instructions: You’ll receive specific instructions on how to prepare, including avoiding blood thinners, alcohol, and smoking. You may be asked to shampoo your hair with a special cleanser.

Medications: You might be prescribed medications or topical solutions to prepare your scalp and reduce the risk of infection.

3. Anesthesia

Objective: To ensure comfort during the procedure.

Process:

Local Anesthesia: The surgeon will administer local anesthesia to numb the donor and recipient areas. This ensures that you won’t feel pain during the procedure, although you might experience some pressure or discomfort.

4. Harvesting the Hair Follicles

Objective: To collect hair follicles from the donor area.

Types:

Follicular Unit Extraction (FUE): Individual hair follicles are extracted using a specialized punch tool. This technique is minimally invasive and results in tiny, inconspicuous scars.

Follicular Unit Transplantation (FUT): A strip of skin containing hair follicles is removed from the donor area. The strip is then dissected into individual follicular units. FUT leaves a linear scar but can provide a larger number of grafts in a single session.

5. Preparing the Grafts

Objective: To prepare the harvested follicles for transplantation.

Process:

Dissection: The extracted follicles or dissected strip are carefully prepared under a microscope. This involves sorting the follicles into individual grafts and ensuring they are healthy for implantation.

Storage: The grafts are kept in a special solution to maintain their viability until they are ready to be implanted.

6. Creating Recipient Sites

Objective: To prepare the recipient area for graft placement.

Process:

Incision: Tiny incisions or slits are made in the recipient area where the hair follicles will be transplanted. The size, angle, and depth of these incisions are carefully planned to ensure natural-looking results.

Design: The surgeon will design the hairline and distribution pattern based on your goals and the existing hair.

7. Implanting the Grafts

Objective: To place the hair follicles into the prepared recipient sites.

Process:

Placement: The prepared grafts are inserted into the tiny incisions created in the recipient area. This step requires precision to ensure proper orientation and density.

Coverage: The surgeon ensures that the grafts are evenly distributed to achieve a natural and full appearance.

8. Post-Procedure Care

Objective: To promote healing and ensure successful hair growth.

Process:

Instructions: You’ll receive detailed post-operative care instructions, including how to clean your scalp, avoid touching or scratching the area, and manage any discomfort.

Medications: Pain relief and antibiotics may be prescribed to prevent infection and manage pain.

Follow-Up: You’ll have follow-up appointments to monitor progress, check for any complications, and discuss your recovery and hair growth.

9. Recovery and Hair Growth

Objective: To allow the transplanted hair to grow and integrate with your existing hair.

Process:

Initial Healing: The scalp may be red, swollen, or tender for a few days. These symptoms typically subside within a week.

Shedding: It’s common for the transplanted hair to shed within a few weeks. This is a normal part of the process, and new hair growth will follow.

Growth: New hair growth usually begins within 3 to 4 months, with full results visible around 12 months. Regular follow-up with your surgeon can help track progress and address any concerns.

Conclusion

Understanding the step-by-step process of a hair transplant can help alleviate any concerns and prepare you for a successful outcome. From the initial consultation to the final stages of hair growth, each step is designed to ensure that you achieve the best possible results. By following pre-and post-procedure instructions and maintaining open communication with your surgeon, you can enhance the effectiveness of your hair transplant and enjoy the benefits of a fuller, natural-looking head of hair.

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Post-harvest Treatment Market is expected to generate a revenue of USD 3.1 billion by 2028, at a CAGR of 7.7% from 2023 to 2028.

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Rotator Cuff Injury Treatment Market Size, Share & Trends [2026]

Rotator Cuff Injury Treatment Market in terms of revenue was estimated to be worth $989.3 million in 2021 and is poised to reach $1,244.2 million by 2026, growing at a CAGR of 4.7% from 2021 to 2026 according to a latest report published by MarketsandMarkets™. Various factors such as rising number of sports-related shoulder injuries, technological advancements in rotator cuff rupture arthroscopic surgical devices, greater product affordability and market availability, and growing public awareness related to the availability of different treatments for rotator cuff rupture. Moreover, the ongoing developments in regenerative biologics are likely to offer significant growth opportunities for players in the rotator cuff injury treatment market.

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North America is the largest regional market for rotator cuff injury treatment industry

North America capture the largest share of the rotator cuff injury treatment market. This is attributed to the continuous development and commercialization of novel rotator cuff injury treatment products, favorable reimbursement and insurance coverage for rotator cuff repair treatment, supportive government regulations for product commercialization, and significant participation in sports.

Additionally, the growing adoption of bracing products for preventive and post-operative patient care, and strong presence of several key players in the country with its orthobiologic products in pipeline are likely to contribute towards the dominant market position.

The prominent players operating in this market includes Arthrex (US), Stryker Corporation (US), Smith & Nephew (UK), Johnson & Johnson (DePuy Synthes) (US), Zimmer Biomet (US), CONMED Corporation (US), Integra LifeSciences Corporation (US), LimaCorporate (Italy), FH ORTHOPEDICS S.A.S. (France), Evolutis India Pvt Ltd. (India), DJO Global (US), 3S Ortho (France), Breg, Inc. (US), GPC Medical Ltd. (India), and Parcus Medical (US).

Market Dynamics

Industry Growth Opportunities

Rising number of sports-related shoulder injuries

Rising technological advancements in rotator cuff rupture devices

Growing public-private funding grants and educational awareness initiatives

Increasing risk of osteoarthritis in the geriatric population

Growing developments in orthobiologics

 Burning Issues and Challenges

High costs associated with arthroscopic surgery instruments

High failure rates of rotator cuff treatment

Shortage of trained orthopedic professionals

Top 3 Use Cases of Rotator Cuff Injury Treatment Market:

Arthroscopic Repair: Arthroscopic surgery is a minimally invasive approach that has become a widely adopted technique for treating rotator cuff injuries. It involves the use of small incisions and specialized instruments to repair the torn tendons of the rotator cuff. Arthroscopic repair offers benefits such as reduced postoperative pain, faster recovery, and improved cosmetic outcomes. This technique is commonly used for smaller to moderate-sized tears and has proven to be effective in restoring shoulder function.

Regenerative Medicine: The use of regenerative medicine approaches, such as stem cell therapy and tissue engineering, shows promise in the treatment of rotator cuff injuries. Stem cells can be harvested from the patient's own body or from other sources and then introduced into the damaged area to promote tissue healing and regeneration. Tissue engineering involves the creation of scaffolds or matrices that provide structural support and promote tissue growth. These regenerative approaches aim to enhance the body's natural healing process and may offer improved outcomes, particularly for more severe or chronic rotator cuff injuries.

Rehabilitation and Physical Therapy: Rehabilitation and physical therapy play a crucial role in the comprehensive treatment of rotator cuff injuries. Following surgical intervention or conservative management, a tailored rehabilitation program helps restore strength, flexibility, and function of the shoulder joint. It involves a range of exercises, manual therapy techniques, and modalities that target the rotator cuff muscles and associated structures. Rehabilitation aims to optimize recovery, improve range of motion, and prevent re-injury. It is an essential component of the overall treatment plan for rotator cuff injuries, enabling patients to regain functional independence and return to their daily activities.

These three use cases highlight the comprehensive approach to treating rotator cuff injuries, incorporating surgical intervention, regenerative medicine approaches, and rehabilitative care. By leveraging these strategies, healthcare professionals can effectively address the various aspects of rotator cuff injuries, promoting healing, restoring function, and improving patient outcomes.

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Export grapes from India - Citrus Freight

Exporting grapes from India involves several key steps, including understanding the market requirements, adhering to export regulations, ensuring quality control, and effective marketing. Here’s a detailed guide:

1. Market Research and Selection

Identify Target Markets: Research potential markets where Indian grapes have demand. Key markets for Indian grapes include the European Union, Middle East, Southeast Asia, and North America.

Market Requirements: Understand the specific import requirements, consumer preferences, and competition in the target markets.

2. Regulatory Compliance

Registration: Register with the Agricultural and Processed Food Products Export Development Authority (APEDA).

Export Documentation: Ensure you have all necessary documents, such as:

Phytosanitary Certificate: Issued by the National Plant Protection Organization (NPPO) of India.

Certificate of Origin: To prove the grapes are produced in India.

Commercial Invoice, Packing List, and Bill of Lading.

Compliance with Standards: Ensure compliance with the importing country's food safety and quality standards. For instance, the European Union has stringent pesticide residue limits.

3. Quality Control

Selection of Varieties: Choose grape varieties that are in demand and suitable for export, such as Thompson Seedless, Flame Seedless, and Sharad Seedless.

Cultivation Practices: Implement good agricultural practices (GAP) to ensure high-quality produce.

Post-Harvest Handling: Use proper harvesting techniques and post-harvest treatments to maintain the quality of grapes. This includes:

Pre-cooling: To remove field heat.

Grading and Packing: Sorting grapes by size, color, and quality. Use export-grade packaging materials to protect the produce during transit.

Storage and Transport: Maintain the cold chain to preserve freshness.

4. Export Logistics

Freight Forwarding: Choose a reliable freight forwarder experienced in handling perishable goods.

Shipping: Select the most appropriate mode of transport (air or sea) depending on the destination and required transit time.

Customs Clearance: Ensure smooth customs clearance by preparing and submitting all required documents accurately.

5. Marketing and Sales

Branding: Develop a brand to differentiate your grapes in the international market.

Trade Shows and Exhibitions: Participate in international trade shows and exhibitions to showcase your products and connect with potential buyers.

Online Presence: Create a strong online presence through a professional website and social media platforms.

6. Financial Management

Costing and Pricing: Calculate all costs involved in the export process to set competitive prices.

Payment Terms: Negotiate favorable payment terms with buyers. Use secure payment methods like letters of credit.

7. Sustainability and Ethical Practices

Sustainable Farming: Implement sustainable farming practices to enhance environmental and social responsibility.

Certifications: Obtain certifications such as GlobalGAP, Organic, or Fair Trade to meet the preferences of environmentally and socially conscious consumers.

Conclusion

Exporting grapes from India requires meticulous planning and execution across various stages from cultivation to reaching the end consumer in the international market. By adhering to quality standards, understanding market dynamics, and ensuring regulatory compliance, exporters can successfully tap into global markets and build a sustainable export business. To know more visit citrus freight.

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Being Aware Of The Steps In The IVF Treatment Procedure

The road to parenthood is not always an easy one for a considerable portion of couples. In circumstances like these, the use of assisted reproductive technologies, like IVF, offers hope and opens up possibilities. Since we are aware of the emotional and physical challenges related to infertility, we at Srujana Hospital are committed to supporting you through every step of the IVF treatment procedure.

Getting to Know the IVF Treatment Process:

IVF is a multi-step, intricate process that requires each step to be completed successfully for the treatment to be successful. The techniques for IVF therapy are as follows:

Ovarian stimulation: 

The process begins with the injection of medications into the ovaries to induce them to produce an abundance of eggs. This is known as ovarian stimulation. To monitor the development of follicles and hormone levels during this phase, monitoring is necessary.

The process of retrieving and capturing eggs: 

It involves a minor surgical procedure called "egg retrieval," which is done while under the influence of painkillers once the eggs have grown to the proper size. During this procedure, a tiny needle is carefully inserted into the ovaries and monitored by ultrasonography to extract the mature eggs.

Fertilization: 

After the eggs are harvested, sperm from the donor or the spouse is used in a lab to fertilize the eggs. Either classical insemination, which involves mixing sperm and eggs in a petri dish, or intracytoplasmic sperm injection (ICSI), which involves injecting a single sperm directly into each egg, can accomplish this.

Embryo Culture: 

The fertilized eggs, which are now embryos, are grown for a few days—typically three to five days—in a controlled environment. During this time, they are undergoing the process of cell division and development.

Transplantation of the embryo: 

The final step involves implanting one or more embryos into the uterus. A tiny catheter that uses ultrasonography as its guide positions the embryos inside the uterus cavity. This makes it feasible to position the embryos in the most beneficial location.

A Conversation on the Value of Tailored Care

The path each person takes to become a parent may be unique, and Srujana Hospital recognizes that every individual and couple are unique. We therefore strongly believe in offering individualized care for the duration of the IVF treatment procedure. Our team of skilled fertility specialists, nurses, and support workers work closely with each patient to create a personalized treatment plan that meets their specific needs and goals.

From the initial consultation through post-transfer care, we are here to offer our sympathetic support and guidance at every turn in the process. We understand the emotional rollercoaster that infertility can cause, which is why we are here to offer support, respond to inquiries, and offer consolation throughout the entire process.

Conclusion:

Despite its physical and emotional challenges, the IVF treatment process offers hope and the possibility of becoming a parent. You will receive the care, understanding, and knowledge you require at Srujana Hospital to complete this journey.