#rosy enrichment

[alltherosefamily]

English Rose Additions to my Cottage Garden - by Pamela Groppe

I have coveted Olivia Austin DAR roses since they first came out and the many rose loving friends I follow on Instagram have been sharing theirs during summers and I had to have her.

Olivia Rose Austin DAR

She is a shorter growing rose so perfect in my Secret Garden in an island bed.  She won’t grow tall enough to block the view of other flowers growing beyond her.

[revvethasmythh]

I love it when durge gets this one particular expression on their face and you just know you're gonna do something fucked up in T-minus 10 seconds. I have lovingly dubbed it The Grinch Face™️

[littlecornerinbrooklyn]

there was a hawkfish at the store I pet store I worked at that had been there for 5+ years and the head of the department and I were having a conversation about how glibly people will speak about the fish that have died in their care (it was so common to have a parent come in and "replace" all the pleco's because they messed up while cleaning the tank and the kids due home from school in a few hours) and what kind of policy we could potentially have to educate and curb the idea that we would just keep supplying new fish when there was clearly a lack of willingness to change behaviors (like the same people would come in over and over and laugh about "accidentally" killing another beta fish and it's like maybe don't say that so loudly and unashamedly in the place you're coming to get another one) anyway the guy pointed to the hawkfish and reminded me that the fish was smarter than any of the other pets in the store but because we couldn't hear it speak we didn't honor it's intelligence and i just think about fish and their lives a lot differently after that

[human-enrichment]

Honestly I can’t get over my surprise at the amount of surprise, especially about Rosie. There are SO MANY hints pointing that direction - both about Rosie herself when we see her AND little things Al is weird about in S1. This show is a well told story and is characterized by an almost constant stream of foreshadowing and echoing - especially for establishing relationships and characterizations. Having a basically unknown character come out of the woodwork for something so huge would be OOC for the show itself bc that tends to be a symptom of clumsy storytelling.

Even noticing how interested Viv is in bugs points to Rosie. (That Angel is a jumping spider is fucking nerd-genius.) Rosie has massive hive-queen energy: the cannibals have no individuality, and yet Rosie claims not to be able to make them do what she wants. Alastor’s magic isn’t the puppet magic. It’s GREEN. His is RED. Once you know he’s on a leash it’s obvious which part is his power and which isn’t.

He -arrogant prick of the century - calls Rosie the most powerful OL in the area - the same area HE’s in. He picks unnecessary, ego-fueled fights with THE KING OF HELL yet does not tease her ONCE. Not one time. The ONLY character of his station or higher that he interacts with without antagonizing. Yet she never does anything but control the cannibals, who btw wander around cleaning up hell like ANTS DO.

When Charlie tries the second time Rosie is suddenly positive she will succeed, and the only change is that ALASTOR HANDS OFF HIS MIC. That’s the most out of character thing he does the entire series and he takes it back the second it’s done its job - only for Rosie to give Charlie a replacement immediately. (Now that she’s verified that Charlie can’t take her army WITHOUT help, it’s safe to lend that help. LIKE SHE’s LENT IT TO AL.)

My point in all this is basically to express exasperation that anyone feels blindsided by this in a way that would make them feel betrayed or angry rather than just satisfied about the richness of the world and the elegance of the storytelling. Or glad for the confirmation that yeah - it’s going somewhere interesting.

(I feel the same way about all the Val hatred predicated on the idea that he’s the most evil. It’s such superficial “reading” of what’s there, but this post is getting long.)

Anyway, narrative/media literacy is a thing, folks.

Lightning round just for fun:

- Alastor’s face when he’s forced to put up with but not murder the egg boys during their outing is the same face he makes enduring Charlie’s prattling on the way to CT

- even taking her there is a tacit admission that he can’t do this himself, which makes his decision to fight Adam without angelic steel really odd unless something else is preventing it

- we can tell he’s insecure about Lucifer bc when you compare that song and Stayed Gone, he uses some of the same visual gags that Vox does as he gets more agitated. (Why compare the two? Bc it’s a one-upping character-debut number courting an audience whose favor is a resource)

-Lucifer’s arrival in general provokes the same overreaction in Al that Al’s did for Vox

- except for the only moment when he really loses his temper - and it’s only for a few seconds- he goes out of his way to talk to Husk like they are friends - but only when asserting control over him.

- Rosie teases Al. AND HE SAYS NOTHING.

-when he is clearly fondly regarding his actual friends, he goes out of his way not to use the word.

- but then does when describing some mocking description of the death he narrowly avoids. Like someone else expected him not to survive (a fight he had logically no chance of winning without a resource he conspicuously ignored)

- neither he nor Vox uses their own (parallel!) powers for much directly. Mostly to travel, change appearances, and direct the power of others. Since he calls Vox out for this (“powerless without the other Vees”) and this show LOVES establishing pairs, by the end of the season when we see how much of Al’s power ISNT his, this feels like projection in retrospect.

- again, Al’s not pulling his own strings. His line wouldn’t make sense in the finale if he were. The puppet magic just is not his.

-they aren’t Winners - they are Losers Sinners. Name one (fleshed out, not background) Sinner that isn’t describable that way, either bc they made regrettable choices that trap them still or bc they are so afraid of their own feelings/insecurities that they effectively torture themselves.

Lightning lightning round for post-leak confirmations of the significance of little details:

-Al’s only real tantrum is when Husk reminds the big bad radio demon that he is effectually as much a “loser, baby” as his thrall. (You know to connect them bc this is exactly what happened with Angel the previous ep - just with someone Husk could speak freely to)

- He treats Husk like an indulgent friend and doesn’t need to chastise him publicly. STILL doesn’t, even when pissed, bc their seeming amiability is more useful than if he treated Husk like Val treats his thralls.

-speaking of which: No wonder he needs to reassure himself that Husk is his pet. lol - the shame he’s working through is excruciating, and much tho we love him, Al is a petty vindictive bitch who needs to feel in control of ANYTHING to cope with not being actually in control of his own power.

- ROSIE MAKES HIM SING AND DANCE AND PERFORM FOR HER AND HE JUST HAS TO FUCKING TAKE IT (lol I’m crying- he hates it so much)

- his lack of resistance when he needs to lend Charlie his power: why doesn’t he even tease her about it? Bc Rosie doesn’t need to command him in public. Doesn’t even need to in private much. Al is so afraid for his image that he becomes perfectly behaved in her presence. The threat is there. He’s mean to Husk specifically bc he can’t duplicate that feat without being explicitly threatening. JUST LIKE VAL, he has to resort to immediate violence to keep the same control that R can exert by default. (And that drives him up the fucking wall.)

- Val, btw is even clumsier than Al but like him also doesn’t know how to conceptualize affectionate behavior except in terms of power plays. Making Angel pretend (in every facet of his servitude) is how he feels powerful. Al wants people to like him genuinely (like he wants them to fear him) but doesn’t know how to be vulnerable the way that requires, since the only comparable relationship he’s had since he died exploits vulnerability and calls itself a friendship.

- they are all in hell, working through their maladjustments in a system that actively exploits their trauma responses and predatory tendencies.

Okay, I’m gonna talk about the leaks (and the fandom’s reactions) a little. Watch out.

I get it, alright? I get it. People are mad at the leaker. But after scrolling through the tag myself and seeing almost nothing but ‘hazbin hotel critical’ (including the stuff that belongs in that tag) and a little fanart…I’ve got some things to say.

First of all, I’m not going to claim to know all of the controversy, made up or not, in this fandom. Someone was mad about Sir Pentious being white, someone else was mad about Alastor being “black” (he’s mixed-race, don’t know why they used that terminology), and their given reasons made very little sense to me.

Alastor has had “voodoo powers” since the pilot, and his ethnicity has been confirmed for God knows how long. I have no idea why that’s only being brought up now.

Now, I’m not a big enough fan of Sir Pentious to have any strong feelings about the leaks involving him. Same goes for Lute. However, when it comes to the Rosie-Alastor leaks…

I can’t wait!

Not the reaction you were expecting, huh? Unlike what seems to be at least 80% of this fandom, I have no gripes with this plot twist. Vivzie is the creator of these characters, and knows them better than any of us ever will. I want to see how she makes it work, what led up to that song, everything!

I’ve already made plans with NOT-TLC and my cousin to watch season 2 the moment it comes out. And after I finish watching it, I’m only going to have more information to analyze. Win-win for me!

[landscapesscenerypeopleplaces]

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[vmrsdias]

A Christmas to Remember

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x reader

Plot: Jude and Y/N spend their first Christmas together, exchanging meaningful gifts: a symbolic bracelet and a scrapbook of memories. Amid laughter, emotions, and intimate moments, the evening marks the beginning of an even deeper love.

Author's note: English is not my first language

Jude Bellingham was nervous. He paced back and forth in his apartment, the warm glow of Christmas tree lights filling the room. Everything was perfect: the table was set, the gifts were neatly arranged under the tree, and the scent of cinnamon and chocolate lingered in the air. The only thing missing was her: Y/N.

He had planned everything down to the smallest detail. This wasn’t just any Christmas—it was their first Christmas together, and he wanted it to be unforgettable. When the doorbell rang, Jude felt his heart race. He quickly straightened his shirt, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Y/N stood there, as stunning as ever, wrapped in a cream-colored coat, her cheeks rosy from the cold and a smile that melted all of his tension. In her hands, she held a perfectly wrapped package with a golden bow.

“Merry Christmas, Jude,” she said softly, leaning in to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he replied, taking her coat and hanging it up. He led her to the living room, where the warmth of the fireplace and the magic of the tree created the perfect atmosphere.

“You’ve really outdone yourself,” Y/N said, taking in the scene. “It’s all so… enchanting.”

Jude smiled, a little embarrassed. “I wanted it to be special. And… I have something for you.”

Y/N looked at him in surprise as he retrieved a small velvet box from under the tree. “Open it,” he said, handing it to her with a nervous smile.

Y/N opened the box slowly, revealing a delicate gold bracelet adorned with a small football-shaped charm. Her eyes lit up with emotion.

“Jude… it’s beautiful. But why a football?” she asked, gently touching the charm.

He sat down beside her, taking her hand. “Because it represents a big part of my life—a part where you’ve always been by my side. This bracelet is a way to say thank you, to remind you of how important you are to me.”

Y/N hugged him tightly, her heart full of joy. “It’s perfect, Jude. Thank you.”

Then she pulled out her own gift, handing it to him with a shy smile. “Now it’s your turn.”

Jude carefully unwrapped the package, revealing a handmade scrapbook. Each page was decorated with photos of their moments together, enriched with little drawings and personal notes.

“This is incredible,” Jude said, flipping through the scrapbook. There was their first photo together, their spontaneous trip to the beach, and even a picture of one of his matches with her cheering from the stands. “You’ve captured our entire world in here.”

Y/N smiled, noticing the wonder on Jude’s face. “I wanted you to have something to remind you how close I am, even when we’re apart.”

Jude leaned in and kissed her softly. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”

The evening continued with a simple but intimate dinner. They talked about dreams, laughed at their funniest memories, and exchanged loving glances.

Later, as they sat on the couch under a shared blanket, Y/N looked at Jude and said, “This has been the best Christmas of my life.”

Jude held her hand, gazing into her eyes. “And it’s only the first of many. With you, every day feels special.”

Under the soft glow of the tree lights, surrounded by laughter and whispered words, Jude and Y/N spent an evening they would never forget.

[pearlwithgirl]

A Man and His Favourite Toy

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x f!reader

Fluffy smut - 1130 words

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Some sweet Soap rambles before I go to sleep.

You’re like his favourite toy in the world.

He’s evolved in nearly every way. Lots of things are left behind, some are changed or swapped out for the better, but many simply morph.

Some things stuck around, ebbing and flowing and changing with growth - surging back tenfold when you strolled into his life.

Apples and cinnamon, steeped and stewed, gone smoky and sharp. Still comfortable, still warm - much more substance. Enrichment, nostalgia, ringing laughter.

He wants to roll and gallivant around with you until he’s dewy and ruddy-cheeked. Huffing and puffing, flopping back on soft grass or cotton-covered down to cock his head and lock heart-filled eyes.

There’s nobody to tell him he’s had his fill anymore, nobody to nag him about how he needs to share - god forbid. No chance in hell his hands could be wrenched away from you. Only you, and you’re begging, mewling softly with furrowed brows and pouty lips.

He has you clutched tight, fingertips gone white from the force of his heady desperation - cold, scuffed plastic traded up for soft, divoted flesh. He’s nearly in a trance, enthralled like he’s parked in front of a flickering screen.

You buck your hips up at him and his lashes flutter, gaze dropping down briefly. He looks back up at you with a bashful smile.

“Sorry, doll. I just like lookin’ at ya.” Johnny murmurs, eyes half-lidded. He’s so hungry.

He peels away lilac silk, patting your hip to get you to arch up, letting his touch linger before yanking your shorts off. It’s like unwrapping something sweet, tearing away crinkled foil to get to the soft centre, dripping with honey. He’ll gorge himself on you.

He licks a long stripe through your folds, drool mixing with warm nectar. A crystalline drop hangs from his pink tongue, sharp canines just above, revealed by a grin.

He’s teasing you now, but only for a moment. Only to take in that needy expression before his eyes fall shut and he goes dumb off your pussy. He gathers more of your wetness, sloppy and careless about making a mess. The messier the better, as far as he’s concerned - it’s what you deserve.

The closely shorn hair tickles your thigh as leans onto it, glassy eyes roving up your belly, past your soft tits, locking gazes again. Meeting his baby blues, you nod.

“Please.”

No need to ask twice.

Johnny drags his fingers up the rift at the junction of your thighs, spreading you open. He could crumble right then and there, could dive in and never come up to breathe. You’re glistening with mixed juices, wet and inviting.

He circles your hole and you twitch, chasing him. As if he could keep you waiting any longer when you look like that. That breath you’ve been holding is released as he dips a calloused finger into you, palm up. He twitches against his belly, whining into your pulsing cunt.

Slim hips rut into the bed, mirroring the rhythm of yours. He might end up finishing like this, cock sending copious amounts of spend onto the duvet while you throb against his greedy mouth. He’s just been waiting so long, stuck in a shitty little cabin and damned to weeks of abstinence. It’s laundry night anyway.

“I need more.” You plead.

He adds another finger - it’s not enough. You deserve everything, and he’ll start with turning you into a writhing mess.

So he leans down and seals his lips around your twitching bud, massaging that swollen pearl with a practiced tongue. He licks and suckles and sends you into a rosy-tinted haze. You can still taste the strawberries from dessert, but that’s not where the saccharinity is coming from.

You don’t even know how long he’s been at it. Neither of you do - you’re swimming in syrup. Everything could be a husk beyond the bay window, lake dried up, long turned to dust outside the rain speckled pane while the seconds on the heirloom clock ticked away and away and away - it wouldn’t even matter. There’s only one thing you two are focused on, and it’s fast approaching.

You look away from his flickering tongue, over his bobbing head, and past the rippling muscles of his shoulder. His brawny thighs are twitching, one knee braced to the side to help him cant his hips into the soft fabric.

This might be your favourite tune - the syncopated patter of tiny droplets and the lewd squelch of his crooked fingers, beckoning you forth to a steep precipice. His sounds are the best part - muffled by the heat of your cunt, reedy and wavering, pleasure-drunk. They reverberate all the way through you.

You’re ready to careen right off that ledge. You spread your trembling thighs even wider, reaching down to find his free hand, and he gladly receives it, intertwining your fingers.

He squeezes a little harder when he feels the intricately knotted silver. You got that one a day after the first time he buried his tongue in you. It’s stacked on top of a little jewelled ring - that one came after he took you to a lookoff and sunk his cock into you. He can still remember your cries of pleasure as you clung to him on a checked wool blanket, how the sun bounced off your hair as it blazed deep orange on the horizon. He was hooked.

That might be the thought that’s sending him over the edge right now. His groans send vibrations through his tongue as his brows draw together and the rhythm of his hips begins to jolt and stutter. You’re gonna fall with him.

He meets your eyes again. You know he wants to see you clearly as you suffer that little death together. You heave a great shuddering breath, exsanguinated, all your shared blood rushed down south. Your whole body tenses up, and you buck up onto his mouth as he grinds further into the bed.

Johnny grinds, and he takes and he takes until your heels are digging into the bedding, fingers curled into the stripe of hair on his head.

He pulls off of you, face glistening, tongue darting over his lips. He was always told not to be wasteful. He presses a soft kiss right above your clit and drags his tongue along the seam of your cunt once more as he rubs a soothing thumb over the back of your hand.

With one last lap of his tongue and a sloppy kiss goodbye, he parts from your pussy and crawls up to curl into your side. He gives you a kiss of your own, softening cock still twitching against your outer thigh.

He doesn’t really need to say it, to profess the shared feeling - it’s obvious. He does anyway.

“I missed you.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Omg I'm sorry I didn't know you didn't write for more than 3 characters. I'm really sorry about asking before looking at that rule :(

If you want, you can do the request I sent you but only with Adam and Rosie (y'know, the one with the hyperactive child reader who has like super speed).

Again, I'm sorry! Have a nice day/night!-🍄

Platonic Adam and Rosie x hyper!kid!reader

It's all fine! I was already going to only take two from the four characters you asked <\3its kind of on me for making the rules/pinned post so cluttered

That aside I hope you enjoy

ADAM:

He does not do well with kids. He does not do well with hyper kids. Actually if anything he might have lute or sera keep an eye on you when he cant be bothered. I'm sure many of you may disagree or even dislike this, but Adam would probably be the type to egg a kid on when they have a really dumb idea. Or laugh when a kid falls down. I guess this dynamic is more of a babysitter/older brother and kid dynamic rather than a guardian/child one. Which is.. hm.. he would make an ipad baby/j

ROSIE:

On the flip side, rosie is actually good with kids! She makes sure you get your nutrients and your enrichment, she seems like the type to make a sensory activity for you. Will it be wholesome and not.. hell-themed? ...no... but hey the effort is still there! She does put you in time out if you're being too rowdy, though. Rosie is not afraid to discipline you or put her foot down. There will be consequences if you break the rules she has set out for you. Usually it's time out or confiscating a toy

[paintingtherosypicture]

Red Roses - by Yuga Kurita

[call-sign-shark]

Enrichment

summary: Away in a luxurious penthouse, an iPhone buzzed

Rosie 🌹: Can you collect your freak of a man? He’s doing things Hev 🪽: no i set him loose on purpose. He needs enrichment Rosie 🌹: He knocked out three people at the bar and dragged James into it. I’m considering murder. Hev 🪽: Ohfuck.

Words: 1K

Note: James and Rose belong to my beloved @justrainandcoffee (but let's be honest, they also belong to me because I stole them, they're my babies)

+ Amos can be considered the modern AU version of Aleksander Morozova. As for Heaven, she's reader in the ongoing Shadow and Bones series Echo of Shadows.

When the tall darkness said that he wanted to bring James with him for a night out at the bar he really meant it and it had, indeed, started innocently enough. They both sat at the bar of this typical British pub, nursing pints and exchanging easy banter. Slightly intoxicated but still pretty much aware, James was waffling on rather poetically about the superiority of Irish stout while Amos, as usual, argued and disagreed just for the sake of it — at least when he felt like teasing someone. 

“You lot think Guinness is the holy grail of drink,” the dark-haired man said, swirling his drink in an exaggerated disdain, “It’s good, sure, but don’t say you know what a true beer is before trying the German ones.”

James chuckled, his charming Irish accent laced with amusement at the sight of his friend’s pitch-black eyes. Eyes that were gleaming after one too many drinks, “You’re drinking much for someone who complains. And you’ve had, what, three now?”

“Four,” The dark-haired man corrected with a smug grin, “And they have all been terrible.”

They were laughing when the trouble started. Across the room, three bulky and red-faced men were playing darts, each throw accompanied by absurdly loud cheers that reminded Amos of a bunch of apes. Yet, he had been working on his anger issues since his release from the hospital so he knew that ignoring them was the best option. And he did manage to ignore them until one of them missed the board entirely. The dart sailed across the room, narrowly missing James’ shoulder, before stabbing the wall behind him.

The blonde Irish man frowned, glanced at the dart, then looked up at the three men before easing up when he saw all the empty bottles around them, “Bit wide on that one, lads. Maybe put the pint down before someone gets hurt.” He said with a smile, showing that there were no hard feelings. Such was James nature: kind and patient. Two qualities Amos genuinely admired in his best friend.

“The fuck you want?” The fatter of the three retorted. As his smile vanished, he swaggered over with his chest puffed like a rooster and his breath reeking cheap whiskey, “What’d you say, Paddy?”

The racist nickname made James’ square jaw tightened all of sudden in both surprise and frustration.  Barely two sentences had been pronounced and yet, Amos was already high on alert, like a shark smelling blood. 

“He said don’t be a knob. I mean, we can all see that you’re ugly as fuck but wow bro, we didn’t know that you were blind as well.”  Amos’ velvet voice might have been calm, but his tone sounded like an explicit warning. 

The man’s eyes flicked to him before he sized the tall darkness by the collar of his pricey black t-shirt, “And who are you, bastard? His babysitter?”

“Aha! Good one.” Amos lips curled into a dangerous wolffish grin, “But careful there, mate. You’re one bad decision away from needing dentures.”

James groaned quietly, already predicting where this was going, “Amos, let’s just —“ 

But it was too late. Enraged, the red-faced ape didn’t wait and shove Amos but the latter responded with a quick, brutal and surgical punch right to the face that sent him crashing into the nearby table. And just like that, the bar erupted in chaos. 

“Amos, to your left!” James shouted as a second man lunged at his friend, but his reflexes were deadly precise and he managed to hit him in the gut with a swift elbow. The drunkard let out a whine  — too overwhelmed by the pain, he didn’t even get to see Amos reach for a beer bottle and smash it on the man’s head, knocking him out. 

The third man, coming to rescue his ape friends, grabbed a bar stool and raised it high. It was this, along with the realization that Amos was too busy punching the first attacker, that convinced James to jump into action despite his willingness to avoid the fray: his friend, visibly in a blind rampage mode, was in danger.

With a strength he didn’t know he possessed, James landed a punch to the guy’s jaw. No matter how calm he usually was, the Irish man was tall and imposing so it didn’t come as a surprise that one single blow had been enough to send the third man staggering backward.

Amos glanced at him, surprised but grinning nonetheless, “Aw James! Didn’t think you had it in you!” 

“I’m already regretting it,” The blonde muttered, shaking his sore hand, “We’re leaving now.” 

“C’mon, I was just getting started.” 

Amos had barely finished his sentence when the deafening sound of police sirens screamed like an ominous banshee in the dead of night,  cutting through the chaos of the roaring pub. 

“I said NOW!” Without wasting time, James grabbed the tall darkness by the arm. Even though he protested, he let himself be dragged toward the back exit as the idea of getting arrested and sent back to the mental hospital wasn’t really tempting. 

They sprinted down the alley, running so fast James felt his lungs burning in his chest and aching cramps in his legs. Next to him and equally breathless, Amos was laughing.

“Did you see that man face when you decked him?! That was hilarious.”  He shouted, clearly riding the high of the fight. 

“Shut up and run!” James retorted in a loud voice, though he couldn’t help but smirk a tad bit.

When they finally arrived at the flat James and Rose shared, all disheveled and breathless, the small Jewish girl jumped from her couch.

“Oh my! What happened?!” She shrieked, immediately rushing to the two men, who were standing quite tall compared to her short stature. Rose cupped her boyfriend’s face, her delicate fingers curling around James’ sharp jaw while her brown eyes surveyed his traits with panic.

James opened his mouth to reply but Amos beat him to it, “Someone insulted your man’s favorite beer so I had to defend his honor.”

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” The Irish man groaned, but didn’t elaborate further on the topic. A part of him was still genuinely thrilled.  Following his interjection, Rose glared at Amos and walked to him to grab his face when she noticed the faint bloodstains on his skin.

"Amos almost got us arrested." James added in the background.

"Fuck, don't snitch on me bro."

“Do you even have an off switch?” She scolded but still looked worried for the tall darkness. After all, he had managed to weave his way to her life and make himself one of her closest friends, “You’re bleeding.”

“Not mine, little flower.” His hand gently rubbed her wrist to reassure her before he raised a brow, a shark-like smile stretching his lips, “But hey, does it look good on me?”

Rose gently slapped his stubbed cheek. “Idiot.”  Then, she stepped back to observe these two grown-ups glancing at each other and suppressing laughter each time. 

“No, let me correct my mistake. Idiots. Both of you.”

[rauthschild]

Executive Order 13818 — Blocking the Property of Persons Involved in Serious Human Rights Abuse or Corruption.

You are witnessing the death of the Pedo Elites and their twisted lifestyles. The false idols of the world are falling. It’s finally happening.

Celebrity homes for sale:

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Cara and Poppy Delevingne, Big Sean, Steph Curry, Chris Bosh, Phil Collins, Liam Payne, Bryan Singer, Tom Ford, Robby Naish, Tom Brady & Giselle Bundchen, Anthony Davis, Emilia Clarke, Clare Bronfmsn-Seagrams heiress with ties to Nxivm, Jane Fonda, Carmen Electra, Morgan Moses, Bobby Cox, Danny Masterson, Evander Kane, Kate Winslet, Mark Teixeira, Jonah Hill, Judd Hirsch, Carlos Santana, Kennet Chesney, Brooke Shields.

G. Serpent symbolism is all over the catholic religion. In St. Peter’s Basilica in the vatican the pope literally sits in the mouth of a serpent as the tongue and preaches deception.The Druze bloodline of Jesus are the descendants of “Jethro” ,The Priest of Midian in The Bible & “Torah” (Exodus 2:18).

The 16th President Of The United States of America “Abraham Lincoln” descend from The Kahlooni family.

To Governments around the world, WE THE PEOPLE have a message for you;

For too long you have kept us at bay, indoctrinated and asleep, silenced and used but those times are over!

You have used our labor to enrich yourselves at our expense.

You have lied to us constantly through MSM to further ur personal agenda of global dominance.

You have sacrificed us in wars to for personal gain.

You have poisoned us to keep us dependent upon Big pharma

You have thrusted satanic idolatry to affect our future generations

You have played with innocent lives for too long, that ends now!

Liberatores servitutis.

[gaiahypothesims]

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Evelyn- Super nice of them to have some baby things here. Especially the cage.

Ashley- Hmmph. I dont recall asking for a cage, but I did mention three toddlers. Perhaps it was their way of discouraging curiosity and damage.

Evelyn- Knowing Rosie’s girls…

Ashley- So I wanted to speak of the itinerary. I have many days worth of enriching activities for us all.

Evelyn- i don’t know that we really have that many plans, it was more a relaxing sort of trip.

Ashley- <scoffing> You can’t be serious! We are in the heart of antiquity! The last time I was here I discovered an ancient tomb and raided the sarcophagus. I said the proper prayers and chants, so as not to court the spirits vengeance. They were thus quite happy for me to profit dearly from the riches.

Evelyn- Does the uh, government, know you took priceless artifacts?

Ashley- Took? Hardly. They were gifted to me. Since when have you been such a stickler for the law? You weren’t at all bothered when you got involved with him, and as you’ve told me he was quite the little criminal.

Evelyn- <coughing> I ah… hmm.. that was before I met him.

Ashley- Well if his ramblings were accurate from when he was on his guided journey then this Jonah is also no stranger to skirting the law. Isn’t that right big fella? <winking>

Jonah- <grumbles> You mean when you drugged me?

Evelyn- Ashley! Don’t bring that up! I thought we were getting past that. What’s wrong with you!?!

[cyanocoraxx]

can you show us all your snakesss pls

of COURSE!!

inti 🌈 - brazilian rainbow boa who i've had for 9 years, i got him when he was just a little hatchling and was my first snake! he can be grumpy sometimes but he's my ride or die snake. he's so fucking beautiful and smart. named after the incan sun god who would send rainbows as his blessing. about 6ft long now

latte ☕ - lesser morph royal python, i've had him for 7 years. he was being sold by some guy on preloved who was keeping him in a dirty, way-too-small plastic tub with no enrichment and nothing but a water bowl. he has a tail deformity and a head wobble but is overall just smashing life! his name comes from the fact that i was working in a coffee shop at the time. 4ft long

carmine 🌵 - rosy boa, i've had him for 6 years i think? i wanted a third snake and also wanted it to be a species that would be easy to care for and he's SO easy. he smashes his food, has never had any issues, overall just great! but he only has one brain cell and bites EVERY time he's held so. there's that <3 he's named after the carmine brothers from gears of war because i was obsessed at the time. like 2ft long maximum

[missterious-figure]

Mama Crow Gen would be an amazing motivational speaker and advice giver, having the heart Rosie from Hazbin Hotel has, being quite wise about romance and at times being like Carmilla Carmine from the same show in the aspect of being protective of those she sees as family. I like imagining that Mama Gen has such influence with most of the harpies in the casino, they would all burst into song and the handlers can only sit back and watch because they cannot stop the musical number (tried once, was not pretty lol-). Plus, enrichment for the birds ya know! (I suggest listening to the song Ready for This which be from Hazbin if you haven't, das the kind of vibe these musicals would have). No one knows where the music comes from when these musical numbers happen but who cares? It's fun! Heh, imagine Y/N being roped into the song by Gen and the Peacock Brothers seeing them singing along and just falling even harder for them.

I've never watched Hazbin Hotel (truth be told, I don't watch much anymore at all) But I love the idea of the harpies just starting a random musical number, and the harpies getting mad if anyone tries to stop them.

The boys would be so smitten if they saw y/n singing/dancing along.

[newcomer-karp]

Pokerating Day 16! Surskit!

Charm: Look at them big 'ol eyes and little rosy cheeks! It's harder for a pokemon to be cuter! It's also a lotta fun to watch them scoot around on the water surface! They can be elusive but they're definitely friendly if they don't percieve you as a threat. 10/10

Care: Water quality isn't directly important, but you should keep it high-quality regardless. I'd advise preventing the buildup of biofilms, as those might cause issues for buoyancy, and also make sure the water doesn't have anything in it that may disrupt their buoyancy. Soaps and oils are two really easy ways to change the properties of surface tension, and these guys aren't built to be underwater. They can actually live on land but water is needed for humidity, eating, and enrichment needs. They can swim if they fall in but not all that well. They're predators of aquatic microfauna, which isn't the worst food to aquire or produce. In reality they'll eat whatever creatures that they can subdue and fit in their mouthparts. I... don't know where their mouth is actually? I've never seen it now that I think about it. They also consume a small bit of nectar to produce their honey-like substance they use for self defense. 8/10, culturing their food and keeping a small tote of water for them to scoot on isnt hard but its a step some pokemon wont need.

Safety: A surskit couldn't hurt you if it wanted to. The worst it could do is a weak blast of water or bite (apparently). You should be more worried about accidentally hurting it. 10/10

Utility: The sweet substance they release when stressed can be made into a pretty good syrup supposedly. Thus, you could probably train some to release that substance and consume it, technically making them applicable as livestock? That earns them a few points since, like miltank, it is technically the conversion of a material that humans cannot practically eat (in surskits case, aquatic microfauna and nectar) into something that can be eaten. This sweet substance is also pretty useful for attracting pokemon. When evolved, masquerain can also learn the field move defog, which is pretty useful. 5/10. I will admit that this could be a generous rating though.

Battle Potential: Masquerain isn't the WORST pokemon out there. It gets a lot of good utility, such as the intimidate ability, defog, u-turn, scald, and sticky webs. It's horrendously held back by its middling speed, low-average bulk, and horrible typing. Like I've said before, being weak to stealth rocks is bad, but being double weak is usually a death sentence. I could personally see this pokemon having a niche to some teams, but not much of one. 3/10.

Final Score:

Charm: 10/10

Care: 8/10

Safety: 10/10

Utility: 5/10

Potential: 3/10

Total Score: 36/50

Pet Score: 28/30

Trainer Score: 8/20

Personal Notes:

Trying a new final scoring concept! Pet score is based on the first 3 categories, while Trainer score is based on the last 2 categories. These are to help show whether a pokemon is best as a pet or as a battling/travelling companion!

Now on to surskit: I love this creature! They are So Overwhelmingly Common at my college campus' pond. We're talking 1 surskit per square foot of water. Idk how they do that. Also they make such cute noises! Look it up if you can! I like to throw feed to them sometimes. Don't feed random wild pokemon tho. These are already used to people and people are used to them so its all good, but you don't want wild pokemon to be too comfortable with people cause some people are mean and might hurt them :(

[shinobinvku]

The arrangement was political, with a two-year-long engagement due to war. Ryuketsu Tatsuo, the rightful ruler of Ryugu-jo of the Land of Rivers, had traveled to Konohagakure to form alliances with the Senju Clan, securing a large enough army to reclaim ownership of his land from his tyrannical and emotionally unstable elder brother, Ryuketsu Ryuuga. In exchange, Konohagakure and the Senju would reap the benefits of Ryugu-jo’s vast supply of iron ore and enriched minerals. As a testament to good faith, the Ryuketsu and Senju Clans would join their houses through matrimony. 

Underneath a dreary, gray sky, the beautiful viridescent world Chitose once knew fades from the palanquin window until nothing looks familiar anymore. For weeks, she, her elder brother, and an entourage of guards and servants have traveled along the high road across the snowy terrain of the Land of Fire toward the Hidden Leaf Village, where she will finally meet her betrothed and marry within the week.

Details about her future husband, Senju Tobirama, remain a mystery, except for the correspondence shared between Chitose and her older brother. She’s been told that he’s a pragmatic man and formidable shinobi of remarkable battle prowess, but nothing else. 

As they pass the main gates into the village, their entourage stops at a halt before Hashirama’s home within the Senju encampment. Tatsuo greets his host and family with a respectful bow, then announces his younger sister’s arrival. 

Chitose extends a hand for her brother to take as she steps outside of the palanquin. The path sparkles and crunches beneath her geta, like sugar underfoot, the winter cold turning her pale complexion rosy. She is a vision of beauty and elegance while wearing a deep indigo furisode kimono of handpainted silks mimicking the night sky with speckles of silver stars and waves of blue water with lily pads and white lotuses along the train. Her hair is a deep shock of burgundy, similar to that of the Uzumaki Clan, long and pinned back with fresh flowers and silver and gold kanzashi hairpins. 

As servants fuss over the train of her kimono, Chitose walks a few paces forward into the snow, allowing her brother’s hand to slide out of her grasp. Once she’s at the bottom of the steps before the Senju clansman, her body gracefully lowers itself into a small bow, awaiting her betroth’s greeting and approval. / @hatredcurse