#praise be the tomato

[tomorrowsgardennc]

praise be the tomato

[tomorrowsgardennc]

that's all that matters ❤️ we all struggle but as long as we do something no matter how slow then it's progress ❤️

The tomatoes have been a struggle this year, but they are slowly producing.

[gameringgungke]

edit 2: leak is FAKE everyone, go home

so of course i'm keeping up with the pokemon leaks and

I KNEW IT

I FUCKING KNEW IT

I SAID THE KANTO FAVORITISM STARTED BECAUSE OF BW'S BACKLASH AND WAS GOING TO MAJORLY STAGNANTETHE SERIES FOR YEARS AND NOBODY BELIEVED ME

update 113 notes later: might be fake, idk

[tomatoclown]

My teacher showed us @wolfythewitch ‘s animatic of Get In The Water in class and I almost fell of my chair 😭

[ozlices]

pssst I couldn't post this as a reply but on the whole watcher "tv quality content on youtube thing" ....

markiplier was also literally nominated for an Emmy for in space. Like. THE EMMYS.

how they even say something like that with a straight face, knowing the kind of content he and so many others are producing, knowing how damn hard Safiya works at her content quality even discounting everybody else.....

I've no idea.

yeah sorry abt that i have replies from non-moots turned off bc of how this website can be at times tjhrerj but ty for going out of ur way to send me an ask abt this bc I HAD NO IDEA???????

i dont rly keep up with tv award shows and havent for years so i literally didnt know, but that truly makes that so much worse. holy fucking crap. get off your own dick, ryan. you arent shit.

[tomorrowsgardennc]

interesting... with all the research i have done on dwarf tomatoes, this one has never come up. it's a hybrid, but the seeds are more rare to find than the plant itself. very odd.

red robin dwarf tomato is my go-to for dwarf cherries. heirloom and don't give two fudges about being in the worst conditions. (the leaves are screaming help, but the tomatoes are still growing and producing regardless)

Micro Tomatoes

These are the tomatoes that are too small to show up in the first picture I posted this morning.

Their name on the tag was Husky Cherry Red. That’s kind of misleading. They are not husky or red. They should have been named Itty Bitty Stubborn.

One of these weeks they might change color 😂

[shameless-sol-apologist]

oh COME ON

[maaaxx]

dont get me wrong i am more excited for this atla remake and the inevitable renaissance part 2 than i have ever been for anything in my life. however im also terrified of what changes this is going to bring to the fandom. Obviously the 2020 renaissance brought a lot of new and good things (zukka, a ton of amazing fics, etc). But more people joining the fandom means new people joining ao3 and interacting with fics and authors and artists too. Even in the few years that i've been active in fandom i've noticed a dramatic shift in how people interact with artists and authors especially. And I can't see this not getting worse as more people whose main social media experiences include tik tok and instagram coming to ao3 and tumblr. Like these people are used to content creators who revolve their content around what their audience wants because its their job, and I know this isnt going to translate well to the culture around ao3 writers especially when unconsolidated comments and 'advise' is already a problem for a ton of authors. And for people who dont understand that fics and fanart are supposed be transactional in the sense that you need to leave comments and kudos and reblog stuff when they're used to simply liking something *maybe* being enough. Idk whats going on with other fandoms, but I do know that these things have been an ongoing issue for the atla fandom and like I said, I can't imagine having another 'renaissance' and this stuff not getting worse.

[smallest-moon]

imagine being barbatos and having to see your lord flirt with his crush while you know that bitch can't take a genuine compliment to his face because he has a praise kink and also likes your lord

[tomorrowsgardennc]

✨️🍅 praise be the tomato 🍅✨️

Grow or Buy Farm Fresh. You Won’t be Disappointed. #gardening #farming #homesteading #selfsufficient

[tomorrowsgardennc]

someone please talk me out of making this the artwork for the red robin dwarf tomato seed packet plz and thnk u.

[bachirasbodyguard]

What do you think kaisers backstory is

Oooo, what a great question, thank you. Frankly... I have no idea. For a long time, my guess was the good ol' "was extremely poor/homeless and football is how he earns his money and respect and place in the world and he has nothing else", which, of course, turned out to be Lorenzo's backstory to a T.

If that's not the case, it's honestly probably something even more tragic. It's curious to think about where the obsessive need to prove his worth comes from. This is nothing but a guess, but it might have something to do with an abusive parent/coach/or any other sort of parental figure. That would, I suppose, explain the "noose tightening around his neck" thing that's been referenced multiple times, and also the way fucked up he treats Ness - maybe that's a behavior he learned from someone else who did it to him first. And maybe he wants to prove his worth to this person. Maybe as a sort of "Fuck you, look at how good I am and what I've achieved".

I think that not only are they gonna make his backstory sad because that would explain a lot about him, but also to make him seem more likable to encourage people to feel a certain degree of sympathy for him. He's an unlikeable douchebag, so they'll probably pull the typical shonen move of giving him a sad backstory to get people to like him more. You know how it goes.

Honestly? I actually low-key hope there's nothing that tragic about his life and he's just an obsessive, mean, self-centered motherfucker through and through for no reason. Let him be evil for evil's sake.

What do you think, dear anonymous tumblr user? 👁👃👁

[impercre]

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[tomorrowsgardennc]

hi 🥺👉👈

Looking for Blogs to Follow

Please reblog if you post about

indoor gardening

Starting from seeds

Houseplants

Basically any tracking of plant growth progress

Planted tanks!!

Terrariums

[daz4i]

everyone please cheer and appluad. I've had multiple Foods That I Love But Shouldn't Eat Because I'll Be In Excruciating Pain placed in front of me and i didn't even try them bc I'm strong willed and responsible (sometimes).

[suguann]

LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME LOVER—JJK MEN.

✎. jjk men showing you how much they love you. | wc. 2k+

tags. fem!reader, window sex, possessive behavior, mirror sex, oral sex, public sex, pregnancy, fingering, praise kink, size kink

featuring. gojo, nanami, geto

masterlist

↬ GOJO

He doesn’t think you’ve looked more breath-taking than you do right then, humming softly to the music on the radio while painting your toenails, the last stretch of daylight kissing your exposed knees through the window. You’re so lost in your own little world that you don’t notice him watching you.

The important emails on his phone go unanswered, saved for another day when you’re not there to distract him. You stretch your smooth legs to inspect your work and glance across the living room to give him one of those soft smiles that sends warmth through his middle.

“What do you think?” you ask, little sunflower yellow toes flexing on the coffee table. 

“They’re pretty, baby.”

Another smile stretches across your face, that full lower lip caught between your teeth. “You think so?”

“Positive.” His phone lies forgotten on the cushion beside him, and he leans back to make room for you. “Come here.”

His eyes make a lazy trail up from your delicate ankle bone to the soft slope of your collarbone that peeks out from one of his t-shirts as you walk towards him, getting his fill until his fingers itch to touch and retrace the invisible path. 

Gojo can’t help it. He’s struck by the sight of you.

He wishes he could trap the shocked and delighted sound you make when he pulls you into his lap, keep it tucked away in the untainted nooks and crannies for him to return to later. A little melody on repeat for the days he feels undeserving of such sweet things, how he treads the fine line of corrupting that wide-eyed innocence you have of the world.

Still. Still, the truth is, he’s a little greedy, and he doesn’t really care how bad of a person that makes him.

Everyone looks up to him in some way. Nobody ever called him a saint. 

Gojo works out more of those soft sounds—pressing you against the chilly, tall windows in the living room, fist in your hair, and his mouth attached to the long column of your throat—that make his mouth go dry. Your back arches to ease the way he fucks up into you, tits brushing up against the glass, and he loves how the distant city lights below shimmer around you like a halo.

A high-pitched whimper, sharp breaths fogging over the window. “‘Toru people can see.”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of how your soft and silky little cunt sucks him in—wrapped up all warm and wet around his cock—cursing under his breath when he tells you he doesn’t care. You’re his, anyway. 

“Let them see,” he grunts into your neck, teeth catching along your skin before licking at the vulnerable spot above your pulse. “Let them see how I fuck you because they can’t have you.”

Gojo can barely control himself at the mere idea that anyone would ever think they could. He’ll be the last and only one to know how you turn into a fucking vice when he hits particularly deep—how you shake like a leaf, legs coltish, after he makes you cum hard. 

↬ GETO

It feels like the epitome of terrible days: from the tomato stain on your skirt to your boss forcing deadlines down your throat and surprising Suguru at work only to find a pretty, willowy brunette sitting on the corner of his desk, her hand resting on a stack of graded papers, and fluttering her long lashes at him. 

The final nail in the coffin (a stupid nail, but a hammered-down nail nonetheless) is how she laughs and touches his arm, and Suguru doesn’t brush her off. He actually laughs back, all perfectly straight teeth on display and eyes crinkling at the corners. One of those heart-stopping smiles stretching across his face that you foolishly thought were all yours. 

Suddenly, you wonder if it was out of obligation that made him compliment you that morning in your dress—look at you, a kiss to your cheek, I’m going to fucking ruin you—a perfunctory greeting after being together so long (like making coffee or picking out paint), to make you feel better, or if he meant it—

A tap with sticky fingers to your cheek. “C’mon, watch.” 

You feel like you’re looking from the outside in, a spectator with a front-row seat that has your breath catching in your throat at the sight of his spit-slick chin and cheeks resting against the crease where thigh meets hip. He gives you a syrupy grin that tightens something in your stomach like a screw. 

“Not me,” he says, words laced with amusement. 

Hesitantly, your gaze trails up from his to the floor-length mirror perched in front of the bed, and what you see has your fingers sinking into the sheets. 

You can hardly pull your eyes away from how your leg looks draped across his broad, muscular back, making you look so small even though you sit above him. And it’s like Suguru knows what you’re seeing because his grin grows wider. 

“See, look how perfect you are. That woman in the mirror is so fucking pretty, I can’t believe I get to tell everyone she’s mine.” His thumb parts you open for his mouth. “Why would you think you look otherwise, huh?”

“I…don’t know,” you whisper, head a fuzzy mess of weak excuses that evaporate before they even have a chance to make it onto your tongue.

“Hm, that’s not a good enough answer.” 

Your hips twitch when he noses at your clit. 

“Awe, I bet that feels good, huh? I’m gonna show you what happens when you talk bad about my pretty baby,” then he sucks it into his mouth, making you squeal.

He can’t blame you for squeezing your eyes shut at the slick, hot pressure dragging through your folds—shaky fingers tightening in Suguru’s long, dark hair. It feels equally like everything and not nearly enough until he suddenly pulls away, taking that jittery feeling in your belly with him.

“Why’d you—”

“If you look away, I stop.” He chuckles lightly at the little pout you give him before his lips suck at the tender spot near the crease of your thigh, “so watch.”

↬ NANAMI

After lunch, he drags you across the street where there’s a park for him to set up a picnic blanket under a tree. Kento rests his head on your lap, slipping an arm around your waist and rubbing the sore spot in your lower back from being on your feet for too long. 

It’s all very innocent: him kissing your round pregnant belly, you running your fingers through his soft hair and talking about the latest work gossip. 

You hum when you feel his fingers crawl up your thigh, slowly at first and with no destination, just soft, aimless circles here and there, until the calloused pad of his thumb skirts over the front of your underwear, making you jerk with a small squeak.

“Kento,” you giggle, fingers tightening in his hair. 

He smiles at the scandalized look spreading across your face and leans forward to press another kiss against your stomach.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, hand pushing up your dress. 

You glance around the park to see if anyone is paying attention to the two of you—an elderly couple feeding the ducks frozen peas by the pond, a mother and father playing with their giggling daughter in the grass, college kids throwing a frisbee, all far enough away to be out of earshot (but that’s not the real problem here)—before you look back at your husband. 

“W-what?” you sputter, wide-eyed realization taking over.

He presses another open-mouthed kiss to your thigh. “Do you trust me?”

A soft whine slips past your teeth, the hand not in his hair curling into the blanket. “But everyone will notice because I’m—I’m—”

(A beached whale. An air balloon. A carnival-sized melon. You get the gist.)

“Gorgeous.” He smooths a hand over your bump, open-fondness radiating across his features, the subtle hint of possessiveness there making you shiver. “You look so fucking gorgeous with my baby growing inside you. Let me take care of you.”

“B-but—”

Everything else melts away to the pulsing heat between your legs and your husband groaning from the wetness he finds there. Your shaky thighs fall open wider when his fingers hook under the edge of your underwear (unflattering things worn for comfort over sexual appeal), pulling them aside to run his fingers through your slick seam. 

Pregnancy brain clouds your judgment, and before you can think twice about your actions, how you definitely shouldn’t let Kento eat you out in the middle of a public park, you nod your head. 

His lips ghost over the tender flesh of your upper thigh. "I need to hear you say it."

It’s a low and shaky yes that has his fingers finally sinking into you to the third knuckle, steadily pumping in and out of you. You buck down onto his hand, trying to bite back the moan threatening to alert everyone in the park of the head under your skirt.

“You’re going to cum for me, just like this,” Kento tells you, voice muffled by a layer of powder blue cotton. “Alright, darling?”