#tree moving service

[treemoverusa]

Rooted in Innovation: Environmental Design, Inc. Redefines Tree Relocation

In the bustling landscape of urban development, where concrete jungles often overshadow the natural beauty of our surroundings, preserving greenery has become a paramount concern. Yet, progress sometimes demands sacrifices. That's where Environmental Design, Inc. steps in, pioneering a remarkable solution: large-scale tree moving.

In a world where every tree matters, the art of relocating them has become a vital skill. From towering oak trees to majestic palms, Environmental Design, Inc. specializes in the delicate choreography of uprooting and replanting these arboreal giants, ensuring they thrive in new environments.

Moving trees may seem like an unconventional business, but for Environmental Design, Inc., it's a passion deeply rooted in their commitment to environmental sustainability and green urban planning. With a fleet of state-of-the-art equipment and a team of skilled arborists, they've transformed tree relocation into an art form.

Imagine the scene: a towering oak, centuries-old, standing proudly in the path of progress. Instead of facing the ax, it's carefully cradled by the expert hands of Environmental Design, Inc.'s technicians. Utilizing innovative techniques and specialized machinery, they excavate the tree's roots with surgical precision, preserving its intricate network intact.

But the magic doesn't stop there. Transporting these arboreal behemoths is a feat in itself. With custom-designed trucks and trailers, Environmental Design, Inc. ensures a smooth journey for their leafy passengers, minimizing stress and maximizing comfort. It's a sight to behold – a convoy of trees, gracefully traversing highways and byways, bound for their new homes.

Arriving at their destination, the real work begins. With meticulous care, the team at Environmental Design, Inc. prepares the soil, creating a nurturing environment for the transplanted trees to thrive. Every aspect, from watering schedules to nutrient supplementation, is meticulously planned to ensure a seamless transition.

But it's not just about relocation; it's about transformation. Environmental Design, Inc. doesn't just move trees; they redefine landscapes. Whether it's greening up urban streetscapes or enhancing corporate campuses, their expertise turns visions into reality. Picture a barren plaza transformed into a lush oasis, thanks to the strategic placement of relocated trees – it's the epitome of green design.

Beyond the aesthetic appeal, there are tangible benefits to tree relocation. Mature trees provide instant shade, improve air quality, and act as natural carbon sinks, mitigating the effects of climate change. By preserving these living landmarks, Environmental Design, Inc. contributes to a more sustainable future, one tree at a time.

But perhaps the most remarkable aspect of Environmental Design, Inc.'s work is their dedication to conservation. In partnership with environmental organizations and government agencies, they rescue trees from development sites slated for clearance, giving them a second chance at life. It's a testament to their unwavering commitment to preserving our natural heritage.

As word spreads of their groundbreaking work, Environmental Design, Inc. has garnered nationwide acclaim. From coast to coast, their signature green trucks have become synonymous with environmental stewardship and innovation. Developers, city planners, and conservationists alike turn to them for solutions, knowing that when it comes to moving trees, there's no one better.

In the ever-evolving landscape of urban development, the need for sustainable solutions has never been greater. Environmental Design, Inc. stands at the forefront of this movement, blazing a trail for a greener, more vibrant future. Theirs is a story of innovation, passion, and the enduring power of nature – one that reminds us that with a little creativity, even the tallest trees can find new roots.

In conclusion, Environmental Design, Inc. isn't just in the business of moving trees; they're in the business of transforming landscapes and preserving our natural heritage for generations to come. So, the next time you see a tree gracefully making its way down the highway, remember – it's not just a tree; it's a symbol of progress, innovation, and the indomitable spirit of nature. And behind it all stands Environmental Design, Inc., redefining what it means to move trees.

[treemoverus]

Moving Giants: Environmental Design, Inc. Revolutionizing Large Tree Transplanting Nationwide

In the world of landscape design and urban planning, the significance of mature trees cannot be overstated. They are not merely ornamental features but vital components of ecosystems, providing shade, oxygen, and habitat for countless species. However, when development projects necessitate their relocation, the task becomes daunting. Enter Environmental Design, Inc. (EDI), the pioneering force behind nationwide large tree transplanting services.

Large tree transplanting is more than just moving a tree from one location to another. It requires meticulous planning, specialized equipment, and expert knowledge to ensure the tree's survival and successful establishment in its new environment. EDI has been at the forefront of this industry for decades, offering unparalleled expertise and cutting-edge techniques to preserve and relocate trees of all sizes.

With a team of certified arborists, landscape architects, and horticulturists, EDI approaches each large tree transplanting project with a holistic understanding of tree biology and environmental factors. From initial site assessment to post-transplant care, every step is carefully coordinated to minimize stress on the tree and maximize its chances of thriving in its new home.

One of the key challenges in large tree transplanting is the preservation of the tree's root system. Unlike smaller trees, mature specimens have extensive root networks that are crucial for their stability and nutrient uptake. EDI employs state-of-the-art tree spades and root ball extraction techniques to minimize root disturbance during the transplant process, ensuring that the tree retains its ability to anchor itself and access essential nutrients and water.

Furthermore, EDI understands the importance of proper site preparation to facilitate the tree's transition. Soil composition, drainage, and microclimate conditions all play a significant role in determining the tree's long-term health and vitality. EDI's team of experts evaluates these factors meticulously, implementing soil amendments and irrigation systems as needed to create an optimal growing environment for the transplanted tree.

In addition to technical expertise, EDI prioritizes sustainability and environmental stewardship in its large tree transplanting operations. The company utilizes eco-friendly practices and adheres to industry best practices to minimize ecological impact and promote biodiversity. By preserving mature trees and integrating them into new development projects, EDI helps maintain the ecological balance and enhance the aesthetic value of urban landscapes.

One of the most remarkable aspects of EDI's large tree transplanting services is their ability to tackle projects of any scale, from single tree relocations to massive transplanting operations involving dozens of specimens. Whether it's transplanting heritage oaks for a historic preservation project or relocating mature trees to make way for infrastructure development, EDI has the expertise and resources to handle the job with precision and care.

Moreover, EDI's nationwide reach ensures that clients across the country can benefit from their unparalleled expertise in large tree transplanting. With offices strategically located in key metropolitan areas, EDI can mobilize quickly and efficiently to serve clients in urban centers, suburban communities, and rural landscapes alike. No matter where the project is located, EDI delivers the same level of professionalism, quality, and attention to detail that has made them a trusted leader in the industry.

In conclusion, Environmental Design, Inc. stands as a beacon of innovation and excellence in the field of large tree transplanting. With their unmatched expertise, state-of-the-art equipment, and commitment to sustainability, EDI continues to redefine the possibilities of preserving and relocating mature trees across the nation. For anyone in need of large tree transplanting services, EDI is the partner of choice, ensuring that these natural treasures continue to thrive for generations to come.

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[thepinkseashell]

long time no see :)

[jangmi-latte]

ok I need to know am I the only one still attacked over Savanaclaw Rook? Like I'm probably one of the rare people that loves his current look and hair - I like how it makes him look more uncanny and sly but still very disciplined and he looks amazing in many cards - but omg, we could have gotten a tousled, muscular (well he still is but he's hiding it) wild-looking freckled Rook? And this was literally CANON? I'm extremely overwhelmed.

i have 6 hours of freedom left

ARE YOU LITERALLY QUESTIONING MEJQJDKAKFKAKFONAKDKW

I HAVE LOST MY SHIT, MY SANITY, MY DIGNITY, MY CHASTITY, MY NORMALITY, MY CONTEXTUALITY, I HAVE LOST EVERYTHING WHEN THEY REVEALED THE ROOK OF MY DREAMS WAS CANON (i still love him for who he is HE IS A CHANGED MAN [HE IS NOT])

he probbaly looked so cute (NO HE LOOKS WILD AND HOT) and from the fanarts i nearly wrecked havoc in my household because if THAT MAN was stalking me i would've made a run for it but if the current rook was stalking me while looking so innocent and magnifiquement mortel that's when i would hear my skeleton rattle from fear

LIKE LIKE the old rook, you'd sense that he's already this type to disturb people but is probably the liveliest in savanaclaw hence why leona dislikes him but the current rook?? HE LOOKS HARMLESS AT FIRST BUT the moment you make eye contact with those forest green fox-like eyes just staring at you from the distance then he'd suddenly talk to you and he's just able to retain this eye contacTWJDJKQKFOQJFOQJODNAKDLQKFNQOFNKQFW i'm sorry

i like rook in different flavors bUT DON'T PUT CURRENT AND PAST ROOK SIDE BY SIDE BECAUSE I'M GONNA HAVE. AVARDIAC ARREST

[tallgrassstore]

Annual reminder that my Studio Ghibli Christmas ornaments are still available to order UPON REQUEST. Simply send me a message on Etsy with the design(s) you'd like + your shipping country.

Prices breakdown:

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No-Face $20

Haku $40

Shipping ranges from $5-10 within the U.S and $15-25 for international.

Shop: TheTallGrass.etsy.com

[purplesaline]

Actually you know what

I was gonna leave all this in the tags but I need to bring this bit here.

Hirsch's criticism of the Unicorn not being grateful for the "help" he gave her is far, far too much like the criticism disabled folks get when some "well-meaning" stranger "helps" them without stopping to ask if the help is even needed. I know people in wheelchairs that have been pushed somewhere they didn't want to go because someone just assumed they wanted to.

I'm not even blind but because I had a service dog a cashier assumed I was and grabbed my hand to move it to the pin pad when I was paying with my debit card! I have PTSD as a result of interpersonal trauma. A random stranger grabbing me like that could have gone SO wrong.

And if we get, rightfully, angry about being "helped" rather than expressing gratitude we're accused of being rude and unappreciative. It doesn't matter that the help wasn't asked for and wasn't even about US in the first place, just like the Wizard helping the Unicorn wasn't about her.

Following the author of The Last Unicorn on Facebook is the only thing that makes being on that site worthwhile.

(source)

[harrisonsprotreeserviceinc]

Understanding the vitality of local tree services

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Expert Pruning and Trimming

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Tree Removal When Necessary

While we prefer having more trees around us than less due to various benefits they offer, there come times when a tree needs removal because it's dead or hazardous or for landscaping considerations. Remember not all tree services near you will provide this feature as it requires significant skillfulness along with proper equipment for safer execution. Hence make sure whenever you search for tree service near me, double-check if they offer this particular assistance or not.

Efficient Stump Grinding

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Emergency Tree Services

Severe weather conditions like storms or heavy winds often leave damaged trees that pose immediate danger to your property and surrounding areas. Quickly locating a tree service near me can minimize potential damages through their emergency services — utilizing specialized equipment and techniques to remove hazardous trees safely, stumps, branches, etc., from your locality. The importance of local tree services can't be underestimated when it comes to maintaining a healthy, safe, and scenic environment around your properties. By using localized keywords such as tree service near me, you'll discover professionals who are familiar with regional flora and climate conditions that significantly influence plant health. Whether you need regular tree assessments, pruning expertise, tree/stump removals, or emergency services at unpredicted moments - finding a reliable local tree service provider can help keep your surroundings vibrant while contributing economically to your local community.

Harrison's pro tree service inc.

3387 Shaker Rd., Franklin, Ohio, 45005, US

9379746891

[actual-corpse]

I'm on the computer bc it can work on next to no internet...

[treemoverusa]

The Symphony of Nature: Environmental Design, Inc. and the Art of Mature Tree Transplanting

Preserving Nature's Majesty In the heart of bustling cities, where skyscrapers pierce the sky and streets pulse with life, there exists an oasis of greenery—an homage to nature's endurance and splendor. Amidst this urban tapestry, mature trees stand sentinel, their branches reaching skyward, offering shade, solace, and a breath of fresh air. But what happens when progress threatens to dislodge these majestic giants?

Environmental Design, Inc.: Champions of Nature Meet Environmental Design, Inc., the premier provider of nationwide large tree moving services. With a fervent commitment to preserving nature's grandeur, Environmental Design specializes in the intricate art of mature tree transplanting, ensuring the continuity of these natural treasures for generations to come.

The Delicate Dance of Transplantation Mature tree transplanting is no ordinary feat—it demands expertise, precision, and an intimate understanding of a tree's biology. Guided by a team of certified arborists and horticulturists, Environmental Design meticulously plans and executes every facet of the transplantation process.

Assessing the Arboreal Guardians The journey begins with a comprehensive assessment of the tree's health and structural integrity. Through careful examination, Environmental Design determines the tree's suitability for transplantation, laying the groundwork for a successful relocation.

Nurturing Nature: From Root Ball to New Home With state-of-the-art equipment and innovative techniques, Environmental Design delicately excavates the tree's root ball, preserving its intricate network of roots. The tree is then cradled in a custom-built tree spade, embarking on a journey to its new abode.

A Journey of Care and Conservation Transportation is a delicate affair, as the tree—protected within the embrace of the tree spade—is carefully conveyed to its destination. Specialized trucks, designed to accommodate even the largest specimens, ensure a smooth and secure passage, minimizing stress and maximizing the tree's chances of survival.

Roots Replanted, Hope Renewed Upon arrival at its new locale, the tree is gently lowered into its prepared hole, surrounded by nourishing soil and a supportive framework. Environmental Design's team provides meticulous care, ensuring the tree's seamless acclimatization to its new environment.

Beyond Preservation: Cultivating Connection The impact of mature tree transplanting transcends preservation—it fosters a sense of community connection and environmental stewardship. As residents witness the successful transplantation of beloved landmarks, they are reminded of the power of collaboration in safeguarding our natural heritage.

Conclusion: A Greener Tomorrow, Rooted in Today In essence, Environmental Design's mission extends beyond tree relocation—it embodies a commitment to nurturing the symbiotic relationship between humanity and nature. Through their expertise, dedication, and passion for environmental conservation, they are weaving a tapestry of green resilience, ensuring that the symphony of nature continues to echo through the corridors of urban life. So, the next time you stroll beneath the canopy of a towering oak or bask in the shade of a majestic maple, take a moment to appreciate the harmonious dance of life—and celebrate the unsung heroes at Environmental Design, Inc., who orchestrate nature's grandeur for all to behold.

[treemoverus]

Transplanting Giants: How Environmental Design, Inc. Leads the Nation in Tree Transplanting

In the realm of environmental conservation and urban development, few endeavors are as awe-inspiring and vital as the transplantation of large trees. These towering giants not only beautify our landscapes but also play crucial roles in mitigating climate change, enhancing air quality, and providing habitats for countless species. As cities expand and landscapes evolve, the need for expert tree transplanting services becomes increasingly evident. Enter Environmental Design, Inc. (EDI) – the nation's premier provider of large tree moving services.

With a rich legacy spanning decades, Environmental Design, Inc. has been at the forefront of preserving our natural heritage while accommodating the demands of modern urbanization. Specializing in the delicate art and science of tree transplantation, EDI offers comprehensive services tailored to meet the diverse needs of clients across the country.

Unmatched Expertise At the heart of Environmental Design, Inc.'s success lies a team of dedicated experts equipped with unparalleled knowledge and experience in arboriculture, horticulture, and landscape architecture. Each member of the EDI team is passionately committed to the preservation and relocation of mature trees, ensuring the seamless transition of these living monuments to new environments.

Cutting-Edge Technology In the realm of large-scale tree transplantation, precision is paramount. Environmental Design, Inc. employs state-of-the-art equipment and innovative techniques to carefully extract, transport, and replant trees of all sizes. From advanced root balling methods to custom-designed hydraulic spades, EDI's technological prowess minimizes stress on trees and maximizes their chances of thriving in their new homes.

Comprehensive Services Whether it's a single specimen or an entire grove, Environmental Design, Inc. possesses the expertise and resources to tackle projects of any scale. From initial site assessments and tree selection to post-transplantation care and maintenance, EDI provides end-to-end solutions tailored to each client's unique requirements. Their turnkey approach ensures a smooth and hassle-free experience from conception to completion.

Environmental Stewardship Beyond the bottom line, Environmental Design, Inc. is driven by a deep-seated commitment to environmental stewardship and sustainability. By preserving mature trees and integrating them into new developments, EDI helps mitigate the environmental impact of construction projects while enhancing the natural beauty of landscapes. Each transplanted tree represents a living testament to EDI's dedication to safeguarding our planet for future generations.

Nationwide Reach With operations spanning the entire United States, Environmental Design, Inc. is poised to meet the tree transplantation needs of clients from coast to coast. Whether it's a corporate campus in California, a municipal park in New York, or a residential development in Texas, EDI's nationwide network ensures prompt and reliable service wherever it's needed.

Case Study: Preserving History in the Nation's Capital In 2019, Environmental Design, Inc. was tasked with a monumental challenge – relocating a historic oak tree dating back over two centuries in the heart of Washington, D.C. Scheduled for removal to make way for a new government building, the tree held immense cultural significance to the local community.

Employing a combination of meticulous planning, cutting-edge technology, and sheer determination, the EDI team successfully transplanted the ancient oak to a nearby park, where it continues to thrive to this day. The project not only garnered widespread acclaim but also served as a poignant reminder of the importance of preserving our natural heritage in the face of progress.

Final Word: As our cities evolve and our landscapes transform, the need for expert tree transplantation services will only continue to grow. Environmental Design, Inc. stands ready to meet this demand with unwavering dedication, unmatched expertise, and a steadfast commitment to environmental conservation. In an age where every tree counts, EDI remains at the forefront of preserving our planet's green legacy, one transplant at a time.

In conclusion, for anyone in need of a tree transplanting company that combines technical prowess with a deep commitment to environmental stewardship, Environmental Design, Inc. stands out as the premier choice. With a nationwide reach, cutting-edge technology, and a team of passionate experts, EDI is dedicated to preserving our natural heritage and shaping a greener, more sustainable future for generations to come.

[moved-to-slayfk]

posting here because this just doesn’t feel right to talk about in the horseimagebarn voice but this is extremely important to talk about.

my partner and i have returned to our hometown to stay with her family and my own has gotten a hotel here too (they moved to the town we currently live in after we did) so we are all safe and out of the thick of it

however there are tens of thousands of people who are not both in my own town and in the many surrounding it. appalachia will take an extremely long time to recover from this and there are more storms on the way. all i see on social media right now is people asking for shelter because their homes have been destroyed, or people asking for help searching for family members who are missing. hundreds of trees have fallen. hundreds of homes have flooded. roads are literally falling apart. preexisting sinkholes due to shitty pipes are opening up and consuming land. dams are on the verge of bursting and the only way to stop it is to release water so quickly it floods whole towns. all but one of our cell towers are down, so only people with at&t have service and the rest can’t contact anyone. over half the town still doesn’t have power. a major water supply issue occurred and the entire town is on a water boil order with no electricity to boil with. people are trapped in their homes and workplaces or out on the street because they have nowhere to go. law enforcement is blocking off roads but trapping people in the process. people have to be rescued by helicopter. our animal shelter has no water or power and boarding facilities have been flooded. entire villages like chimney rock nc are gone, and entire cities like asheville are cut off from the rest of the state and are completely inaccessible. ALL OF THE ROADS IN WESTERN NORTH CAROLINA ARE CLOSED. 400+ roads are closed because they are unsafe . that is INSANE!!!

when people say that climate change isn’t real, they don’t know what they’re talking about. climate change and its father capitalism are only going to continue to worsen lives in every way possible. i live in the mountains and our infrastructure is completely unprepared to handle hurricanes and it’s only going to get worse. it’s such a strange and eye-opening experience to live something like this when you think that it could never happen to you because that type of weather shouldn’t reach you in your environment. climate change doesn’t care where you live. it’s real.

western north carolina and the rest of the southeast that has been hit by helene need help. more people need to be talking about this so that the government DOES SOMETHING because the government historically fucking hates appalachia and it still does!!! the major state institution near me took DAYS to respond despite being the only place in town with power and wifi connection because they had to wait for the state to approve their response—they could have allowed thousands of people to evacuate days prior to the hurricane hitting us but they didn’t do anything before or after until it was too late!!! it’s bullshit!!! PLEASE get talking about this because something has to be done. climate change is going to continue happening and our mountains and the people in them are going to suffer immensely. hundreds if not thousands are now homeless. please talk about this look at the footage online of the wreckage and look how quickly our infrastructure crumbled. we need better. the people of appalachia deserve better.

i’ll get back to posting horses soon. but for now this is a lot. my friends are homeless and my family had to get off the mountain or be trapped there without power and water for days. we’re all safe but exhausted. i hope everyone who has been affected by this is staying safe. if you are in western nc, dm me. when i come back, if you’re in my area, im happy to bring supplies. stay safe everyone

[evergreen-pumpkin]

A snapshot of one morning, on a relaxed day with mild weather. Now imagine this when it's crowded or when it's raining or snowing.

Video description: POV from the lap of a wheelchair user. Very shaky. OP is going downhill on a fall day. Lots of trees and fallen leaves around. There are construction trucks to the left in the very beginning. Every now and then, you can see a German Shepherd on the left. Second obstacle shows a food robot crossing the sidewalk to drive in front of OP, but it stops suddenly and OP crashes into it. OP continues down the hill until she reaches another food robot, which is obstacle 3. This robot sits in the middle of the sidewalk while OP navigates around it. Then OP comes to a concrete ramp with iron railings, which is obstacle 3.5. It is very steep. After the ramp, OP goes to cross the street, where a black SUV blows through the crosswalk. Obstacle 4 is a ramp with red brick. OP struggles to move up and pauses at one point before continuing again to obstacle 5, where there is a big concrete building and manual doors. The German Shepherd service dog goes up to push the accessibility button multiple times to no avail. A student comes and opens the door, OP enters through two sets of doors into a hallway. Clip change to obstacle 6, OP is wheeling down a hallway and approaches a white elevator with out of order signs.

End of description.

[julymusings]

dark chocolate cherry

i want to bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. i want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

or; your boyfriend shows up when you just want some alone time [3.2k]

jason todd x fem!reader; reader gets her period and describes painful symptoms; just fluff; jason "words don't come easy so here's acts of service" todd this is earlier in the relationship which is why he's still a little shy but she knows he's red hood? idk man. i was just going with it; can you guess what inspired this? (everything is awful)

The day started at 2 AM when you woke to shooting pains in your abdomen and blood everywhere. It continued until 2:45 while you cleaned yourself, changed clothes, put on a fresh pad, took some painkillers, and changed the sheets. It paused for about an hour until you woke up again at 4:00, courtesy of Gotham’s patented night-life that had taught you to completely tune out the sound of police sirens. Tonight, however, they weren’t tuning out.

The sirens quieted at 4:10, by which angry tears collected in the corners of your eyes as you flopped around in bed in an attempt to get comfortable. No matter what you did, there was always something wrong; the pillow was too hard, the blanket was too scratchy, the position hurt your arm.

From 4:11 to 4:12, you screamed into your pillow.

By 4:15 you had settled in front of the TV with a bowl of dry cereal (it took everything in you not to cry over the lack of milk in your fridge), a heating pad, and your favorite comfort show queued up.

At 8 AM you managed to drag yourself to work, where you half-assed the day’s tasks, took a 15-minute break to cry in your car, then dipped out a half-hour early.

Now, at 5 PM on a Friday evening, you’re curled into the fetal position in front of your TV with your comfort show resumed and your trusty heating pad cranked to the highest setting. Prepared to spend the entire night here, you already changed into pajamas and kept a couple blankets within reach. Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, and you stretch to reach it, careful not to lose your comfortable position or roll off the couch.

Jason About to leave Be there in 20

You groan out loud. You want to throw your phone across the room, but decide against it because no amount of hormones from hell are worth six hundred dollars. You’re still angry, though, for being so stupid as to forget about the date you had planned for tonight. Scrolling up to earlier messages, you see another text from today wishing you a good morning and telling you he was excited to see you tonight. But, too down to bother checking any messages today, you had missed it.

You I can’t tonight anymore I’m sorry I don’t feel great

After hitting send, you place your phone on the ground, not even having the energy to reach for the coffee table again. Or the energy to lift your arm back up, apparently, given how it hangs limply over the edge of the couch. You feel guilty about cancelling, but you are in no state to go out tonight. You’re used to the symptoms of your period hitting so hard. As much as you and Jason care about each other, you’re not sure you’re ready for him to see you like this. You’ve managed to plan your relationship around your hormone cycle so far, but today it came early.

Your phone’s buzzing is muffled by the rug, and you almost don’t hear it. Jason’s photo is displayed on the screen.

Your hanging hand clicks ‘answer’ and puts it on speaker so you can take the call without moving from how you're curled up.

“Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine, I just don’t feel up for going out tonight. I’d rather stay home.”

“Did something happen?”

“No, I just got my period so I’m not really in the mood.”

“Okay, we can stay in tonight. What do you feel like eating? I can pick something up.”

“No, Jason…I want to stay home alone tonight.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end of the line.

“Okay…did I do something?” His voice comes out a little smaller.

“No, you’re fine, I promise. I just don’t feel like seeing anyone right now.”

“…Not even me?”

Your hand presses against your temples to soothe the building tension headache. The self-doubt in his tone brings the anguish of the entire day bubbling up your throat. You feel like the worst person in the world. Exactly how you don’t want him to see you.

“Jason…it’s not you. I just…I feel like shit right now, honestly. Everything hurts, I’m miserable and sad and angry at everything, I’m breaking out all over.” You feel yourself welling up at all these little stresses coming out. “I’m craving everything but feel too sick to eat anything…I feel pretty disgusting right now, and frankly, I don’t want you to see me like this.” You finish your rant with a sniffle. You wipe your nose, trying to hold back the sob that’s threatening to break through. But at his silence, your worst, most improbable fears claw their way to the surface: he hates you now. You scared him away. You exhale heavily into your sleeve as more tears spill.

The phone is quiet for a long moment.  Then; “I could never find you disgusting,” he says, gently. “But if that’s what you want, then we’ll reschedule.”

“Thank you. And sorry.”

He speaks with a tone you can’t quite parse. “Don’t apologize. Just feel better.”

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It’s one hour after your phone call, and at the first knock, you know who it is. Who else could it be? With that soft, somewhat hesitant, one-knuckle rap on the door. Only one person knocks on your door like that.

“Jason, I told you not to come here,” you say a little more cutting than you intend to, but your back and shoulders feel like they’re about to snap under a phantom pressure and the frustration of your request being outright ignored leaves a burning bitterness that channels itself into a violent wrenching open of the door.

He jumps a little at the abruptness of your greeting. One look at your face and he visibly deflates.

“I’m sorry…I know you said not to come, but…” his gaze casts downward to his hands. You follow; he’s clutching a reusable grocery bag. Peeking out of the top is a gallon of Neapolitan ice cream. The ice cream carton’s condensation seeped through a small patch of the cloth bag and dripped onto the other items; a bushel of greens, among some other fruits and vegetables, as well as a parcel of brown paper that was fastened closed with a twine string. You return your gaze to his face.

“I think—” he cuts himself off, free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Then he drops his hand and sighs. “I’m sorry. This was a bad idea. You told me not to come here and I ignored you, but I thought…” he trails off, probably hoping you’ll say something so he can gauge your reaction.

You just stare at him.

He shifts his weight back and forth. His hand twitches.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll—”

Then, you burst into tears.

Jason’s eyes widen. He reaches out to touch you, then stops himself. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, this was stupid. Please stop crying, I’m so sorry—” He’s panicked, trying to calm you down with apologies and soothing assurances that he will leave immediately and never go against your wishes again. All the while you stand in the doorway, blubbering like a toddler with a skinned knee, new tears forming faster than you can wipe the old ones away.

He once again raises a hand towards you, before it stutters, then clenches into a fist as if it takes all his strength to fight against the instinct to be close to you, fighting against the string that tethers him to you. He drags his hand down his face, then it falls back to his side.

“Okay, I—I’m leaving now. I’m leaving. Do you…want this?” He holds the bag out to you.

With it now in front of you, its further contents are visible. You manage to tamp down your tears enough to get a few words out.

“Did you—hic—buy me groceries?”

“Yeah…” There’s a wince in his tone, as if he’s only now realizing that his gesture is not translating as he intended.

You look back up at him with pursed lips and knitted brows, sniffling. Sure, the ice cream you can understand, but…you have no idea what to make of the rest.

The bag drops back to his side. “I figured…it’s just— it’s the stuff that you’re supposed to—” He strokes his palm over his mouth, eyes screwing shut for a moment. He huffs at himself, then continues. “I mean I’m sure you already know all of this, so maybe you already have all these things, and now I’m realizing how unnecessary all this was, and I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“Jason,” you say. Your upset has since been overshadowed by something else, though you can’t tell what it is. And your crying has stopped, but its lingering effects have you feeling congested and a little foggy. You’re half expecting this to be a fever dream that you’re moments away from waking up from in a cold sweat.

“—because obviously you know what helps you feel better much more than I do—”

“Jason.”

“And you— yeah?” His eyes are a little harried when they find yours again. But off your tired and still-confused look, he gets the message and collects himself.

“Right, yeah, I just thought that…maybe I could bring you some of the stuff with all those minerals that are supposed to help women when they’re…menstruating.” He briefly breaks eye contact at the end of his sentence, red rouge creeping up his neck.

You can’t help it; you start to giggle. You can’t remember the last time you heard a man use the term ‘menstruating’ in a non-medical context. And the fact that he’s so shy about it— upset as you may be (though not at him), there’s no denying how adorable your boyfriend is. His head shoots back to you as your laughter intensifies. He blushes harder.

“It’s not that funny,” he mutters.

You step away from the door, finally closing the space between you, and wrap your arms around his torso. Your head nestles into his chest. He gently drops the grocery bag on the ground and reciprocates your hug. He rests his chin on your head, which fits perfectly under his. Like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. You breathe him in.

“Sorry I’m such a mess,” you murmur into his shirt.

He breathes into your hair. “You have nothing to apologize for. And you’re not a mess.”

You look up, chin resting in the space between his collarbones. He looks down at you with a small smile, but some wariness is still etched into his features. Fear of unwittingly upsetting you again. He brings up a hand to push some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. His hand remains there, toying with the hair that falls below your shoulder.

"Thank you for the food,” you whisper. The moment feels too intimate to speak any other way.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you. I just…” He imitates your quietness, like his admission is also too vulnerable to say loudly. “I really wanted to see you. And I hated the idea of you feeling bad about yourself, or being in pain. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Your eyes feel wet again. The first instinct is to hide your face, maybe press it to his chest once more. But, for some reason, you don’t. You want him to see you like this, messy and emotional and upset. You want him to see every part of you, and you want to see every part of him, the good and the bad.

“You didn’t.” A tear slips past the effort to keep it at bay. He shows no reaction to it, eyes never leaving yours, other than a quick swiping away with his thumb. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before. That’s why I was crying. Not because you showed up.”

“That doesn’t seem right. This is nothing. You deserve even more.”

With no words to fully, adequately communicate the blooming in your chest, you stand on your toes, reaching up to him for a kiss. But given his stature, your lips only reach his chin and brush over its underside.

At your quiet whine, he chuckles and leans down to meet you in the middle. The kiss is soft; filled with the innocence of fresh blossoms in the spring, and the sweetness of its borne fruit.

You pull away when a vicious cramp roots you back to the present. Your limps tighten around Jason with a groan.

“I need to go back inside. I’ve been away from my heating pad for too long.”

His shoulders sag when you step away from him. “Oh, um…do you still…want me to leave?”

With a simple exhale of humorous disbelief, you grasp his hand in yours and tug him to your front door. He’s like an excited puppy, eyes brightened and perking up as he grabs the grocery bag and happily trails after you.

He goes straight to the kitchen, pulling out a chair at the counter for you to settle into, then sets the bag on the counter. The ice cream carton has dampened most of the cloth by now, and likely the rest of its contents, but rather than attending to the groceries, his first action is retrieving your heating pad from where it rests on the couch. He unplugs it from the wall outlet and brings it to you. You curl up on the chair with it pressed flat against your lower stomach. It only takes a minute for the pressure in your hips to abate.

Then he moves to the groceries. The ice cream immediately goes in the freezer, and he unloads what’s remaining onto the counter, one by one, and you take note of each item. There’s spinach, carrots, apples, oranges, dark chocolate, some kind of meat wrapped in brown paper, and, strangely enough, an entire block of cheese.

You give him a quizzical look, picking it up to read the label. “You got me…cheddar cheese?”

He retrieves a cutting board and knife from its spot next to the sink, then takes the cheese from you. “Good for certain symptoms.” He slices open the plastic wrapping and cuts out some cubes with skilled efficiency. He does the same with an apple. “They all are,” he says, referring to his entire haul. He completes the makeshift charcuterie board with a couple squares of dark chocolate and slides it across the counter.

You look down at the cutting board, thinking about everything he’s done for you; everything you never even had to ask for. The words sit on your tongue, encaged by your clenched teeth; an admission that coils itself around your spine and squeezes tight, restricts your breathing and pumps your heart at thrice its speed. But you feel yourself welling up again, and the first bout of tears already exhausted you so much that all you can manage is, “I don’t know what to do with all this. I don’t have the energy to make anything good.”

But he just smiles and says, “That’s what I’m here for, honey. Can I make you something?”

You nod. He gets to work. The immediacy of his actions, how he takes no time to decide on a dish or find a recipe, makes you think his previously stated intentions of ‘just dropping this off’ were less genuine than he lead you to believe. Nevertheless, you munch on the snacks he laid out for you and watch him work. The cheese and apples are a surprisingly cohesive combination, the meshing of sweet crispiness and savory creaminess eliciting a contented sigh from you. You try to ignore the way Jason smirks in the corner of your periphery. The chocolate is incredible, yet unfamiliar. You read the label on the packaging: 80% Dark Chocolate with Cherry and Almond Filling. Even if you hadn’t tasted it yet, the quality of the packaging itself would have been enough to let you know that this chocolate is extremely high-quality. Like, special-order-from-Europe quality. Not stop-at-the-grocery-store-on-the-way-home quality.

“Where is this from? Did you buy this today?” You ask him through a mouthful of the rich, melting chocolate.

He doesn’t look up from the carrots he’s dicing. “Uh…no.”

Anyone else would attribute his avoidance of eye-contact to standard kitchen-knife caution. You are not anyone else. You could blindfold him, spin him around ten times, put a sharp knife in his hand, and he could still pull off a perfect julienne. You look closer. His cheeks are dusted with pink.

You let out a laugh. “Jason, you’re not embarrassed about liking fancy chocolate, are you?”

“No! Not at all,” he says, ceasing his chopping. He looks up, but not quite at you.

“Then?”

“‘Then’ what?” He asks.

“Then why are you being so shifty right now?” You try to catch his gaze.

“I’m not!” He defends. “It’s just chocolate! Do you like it? I’ll bring you more.” He’s stealthy with the way he avoids your eyes; you almost can’t notice how hard he’s trying not to make eye contact.

“Jason!” You reach across the counter, having to rise off the chair slightly, and take his face in your hands, making him look at you. When he does, he wears a sheepish smile.

“It’s…” His removes your hands from his face, holding them in his. He mumbles something, turning his head to the side. But you catch the tail end of it, a goading grin already creeping up your face.

“What was that?” You tilt your ear towards him, exaggerating the action.

“It’s Bruce’s.” He, in turn, exaggerates the enunciation, rolling his eyes at your simpering. “I…found it. In his pantry one day. And I liked it, so I took it. And then I…kept taking it. Every time I visited.”

You pout teasingly. “And you’re ashamed to admit that you think he has good taste in something?”

He doesn’t say anything, only hiding his face in his shoulder. You pull on your intertwined hands and he gets the message, skirting around the kitchen counter to come closer.

“You are so adorable, you know that?” You say. You reach up and pinch his cheeks. He swats your hands away, but there’s no mistaking his broad, childish grin for anything but affection.

He breaks off another square from the chocolate bar and holds it to your lips. You bite off a small portion, then push it back to him. He takes the remaining piece in his mouth and his eyes close for a brief moment as he savors the sweet, tart, and nutty flavors. You simply watch, entranced by him. Then, he kisses you. You lean into it, hands sliding up his shirt to grip the fabric and bring him even closer. His hold finds your waist.

He tastes like cherries and dark chocolate.

He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead on yours, and you want to tell him that. That, and so much more. But from the look on his face, the way his eyes find yours and the tips of his ears have a similar heat to the one in your chest, you can tell he already knows.

when it comes to jason's post-pit-repressed-teenager characterization (aka despite being older he's still as inexperienced and confused and insecure about the world outside of vigilantism and w/ women as a 15 y/o would be) (aka my favorite characterization tee hee), i think that he's mature about periods, knows they're normal and not gross or shameful etc, but still gets shy about saying the actual word, for no other reason than the 'shy around women' part always makes me giggle

also bruce is keeping the chocolate stocked specifically because he knows jason likes it and will keep taking it because he loves his son even if his son doesn't love him (he does he's just in his angsty teen 'i hate this family you don't understand me' phase rn)

divider is from here

quote at the beginning is pablo neruda <3