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why you should all consider getting chickens
  • a small backyard, a decent fence and the will to make a safe coop for your fluffy dames is all you need to make it happen
  • they will eat your vegetable scraps and gobble down pretty much any kind of food waste, turning discarded crusts and mushy fruit into big fat eggs full of protein!
  • and depending on which breed you buy, they will lay an egg almost every day. free, nutritious food every morning! what other pet will do that?
  • it’s a misconception that eating eggs is inherently cruel, or that you need a rooster for your chickens to lay eggs! all the eggs you buy in supermarkets are unfertilised, which means there is no chance of that egg ever hatching. you’re not eating a potential life, your chickens will lay eggs regardless of whether there’s a rooster around
  • so only buy a rooster to go with your lovely ladies if you want baby chicks - otherwise, just get some girls and enjoy those omelettes!
  • the way cage egg farms are run is terrible, and you can’t always be sure that a free range farm is as idyllic as the picture you see on the carton. lots of sad chookies who can’t perch or scratch or eat grass and clean themselves. :( 
  • this way, you will always be certain that your girls are happy, healthy, doing what chicken are meant to do and eating what chickens should be eating, which means bigger and better eggs for you!
  • you can give eggs to your friends! give eggs to strangers! eggs for everyone!
  • tiny and furious lawnmowers. chickens LOVE grass, especially clover. if you have a small backyard, they will do all the work of keeping the grass trimmed. 
  • a caution, pls buy your chicken a friend - they will get lonely if you only buy one. my friend had two chickens and one died, leaving Gizmo all alone. she got depressed and stopped laying, so they put her in the rabbit hutch. now she has a best friend bunny called Jimmy and she’s very happy! she often sits on him and purrs.
  • chickens are good around most other pets - cats and chickens usually regard each other with mutual indifference and disdain, but they generally bond with dogs. however, if you know your pooch or kitty is particularly aggressive, make sure you check it won’t be a problem!
  • scratch scratch scratch, scratch party!!
  • one time I was cleaning out the stables and my chicken came over, saw that I was using a big rake and went !!!! scratch time!!! and she started scratching furiously next to me like she was trying to help
  • they’re very clean animals and will clean themselves every day with a dust bath and a thorough preening
  • when it starts raining it takes them a good 10 seconds to process what’s happening, then they RUN to shelter
  • gloriously stupid tiny velociraptor running
  • peck peck peck. is food? I check! peck. not food!
  • rip all snails and slugs that live in your garden
  • they will also go after mice and spiders
  • chicken poop is great fertiliser! when you clean out their coop, spread the poo on your garden and watch your flowers and veggies grow!
  • kiddos LOVE chickens!!
  • seriously, looking after chickens is a great job for little kids - any little fella can fill up their water and give them some food, and collecting a warm, fresh egg every morning is so rewarding for them!!! 
  • hours of entertainment watching their antics
  • some (not all) like a cuddle! the ladies will let you know what their preference is. they may also gently peck and groom you because they love you.
  • you can give them fancy names like lottie, ethel and lady beatrice so it sounds like they’re a supporting cast in a Jane Austen novel
  • in conclusion give a pretty chicken a happy home today

Hawaiian pizza is not a thing that most people like in Hawaii (I personally think it’s fuckin disgusting)

Pineapples are South American (possibly Brazillian) not Hawaiian

Wearing a “Hawaiian” shirt to a party does not automatically make it a luau nor does it make you Hawaiian

There is a difference between “Hawaiian” shirts and Aloha shirts

Authentic Hawaiian lei are made out of actual flowers and not that fucking neon plastic shit you haoles keep wearing

Hawaiian is an actual race ethnicity, therefore not all people from Hawaii are Hawaiian.

Hula is a fucking hard thing to master. Just because it looks pretty doesn’t mean it’s easy.

Hawaii is an illegally overthrown country that had it’s sovereignty violently ripped away from it in 1893 when our queen was held captive in her own home.

There is so much more to Hawaiian culture than this stupid neon beach party pineapple grass skirt tiki bullshit that you all keep spreading around. 

Please stop.

regional differences

“oh hey,” she said, “it’s a really touristy area, but since you’re gonna be passing through anyway, you might as well stop by pier 29, see the dragons. also, there’s a—”

“hold on,” i said. “i knew your city had mountains, but. dragons? uh, actual living dragons?”

“dude, it’s not a big deal. they’re there all the time. of course they’re majestic and everything, but they’re loud and cranky and mostly they lie around eating garbage. now and then the city council will talk about trying to make them roost somewhere else, but—”

“dragons,” i repeated. i knew it was making me sound like a rube, but it was a lot to take in. “you live in a city that has dragons.”

“no, it’s cool, we used to go see them when i was a little kid. it’s worth doing. but that whole area is mostly dragon-themed gift shops, and the commercialization is kind of a bummer. also, sometimes a dragon will melt somebody’s car and it’s a whole problem.”

"fairytale-style, giant scaly fire-breathing dragons.”

“honestly, i forget other cities don’t have them?” she said. "there’s a few other sites on the west coast where they gather. portland calls them wyverns, but that’s a portland thing.”

"chicago’s got, like, bunnies and songbirds,” i told her, “but otherwise it’s just your typical vermin. pigeons, rats, sphinxes—”

“sphinxes? what the hell.

“oh, yeah, they nest in the el tunnels. sometimes a fucking sphinx will flap down out of nowhere, bring the whole train to a halt until the front car answers a riddle.”

“that sounds exciting,” she said.

“it’s the worst. your train winds up being twenty minutes late, and you just have to hang out hoping somebody up there read their mythology. there’s supposed to be a program where the conductors get trained in riddling, but i don’t know. rahm emmanuel keeps saying it’s not a budget priority.”

“huh,” she said. “guess the grass is always greener and all that. but on some level, it’s nice to remember that even with all these big box stores, the country still has some variety left in it.”

“yeah, did you know that in rhode island they call water fountains ‘bubblers’?” i said.

“whoa, seriously?”

“i read it somewhere. crazy, right?”



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Yatogami and his Yukine ♡♡ 
I wanted to draw some meaningful/Japanesey things for the backgrounds aha. I hope it is fun figuring out what they mean ^^

 Watercolours on 200gsm

🌼 flowerchild self-care tips 🌼

- ground yourself by standing or sitting barefoot in soft grass

- keep a small peace symbol shaped item with you as a worry charm

- nourish your body by feeding it the healthiest of things

- smile as often as possible (just as the sun smiles through its shining)

- place flowers in your hair to feel serene and graceful

- color in a mandala coloring book to ease your mind

Elemental Personalities
  • Aries: You're the smoldering embers of chaotic fire, you are the product of chaos.
  • Cancer: You're the heartbeat of a lover, you flutter so sporadically and keep life what it is.
  • Taurus: You're the grass that grows under the innocence of adolescence,you alone can soften the fall.
  • Gemini: You're the air that coats the lungs of all, you intoxicate every living thing that has ever walked this Earth.
  • Leo: You're the first and the last beauty. You are missed sometimes, often actually, but when someone finds you; however, oh god they're going to love you.
  • Virgo: You're the first snowfall that covers our sorrows. You heal the hearts of many and soften the pain.
  • Libra: You're the bark of the old willow tree that has many names carved into it, you remember each and every one and the memories stored within every stroke of the knife.
  • Scorpio: You're the shadows that silently welcome each and every person to a place of peace and rest.
  • Sagittarius: You're the soil beneath our feet, ready to carry the new life that will come from it. You're ready to burrow the lost sorrows.
  • Capricorn: You're the cold air that is visible to the naked eye, haunting in a sense. You remind us that we're human.
  • Aquarius: You're the bottom of the ocean, reminding everybody that there is beauty in even the darkest of places. You tell people where your mind can sink to.
  • Pisces: You're the sun that leads the way, that warms our skin. You my friend, are needed very much so.


Can I just. Imprint the picture of the peaceful and happy family on my soul and keep it there forever. 

How long before CLAMP tears it apart. 

Why am I reading this again. 

But I absolutely love that the reason that other countries want to invade this land is because of their grass.

milk tea, whispering to plants, honey bees, reading in a window seat, soft fur, finding a feather, succulents planted in tea tins, the high piano notes played softly, fluffy clouds in a striking blue sky, pastel gel pens, hands covered in dirt, clear quartz, yellow violets, the smell of peaches, colored pencil shavings, a letter from a friend in the mail, bubble baths, white fairy lights, lavender buds, toes in the grass, keeping a journal, waking up early by choice refreshed

“what’s your favorite color?” she asks me.
I look at her full lips, rosy cheeks and finally her glittering eyes. “green” I say.

she smiles back at me, “like trees and grass?”

no, green like your eyes. every speck of green in your pretty eyes are my favorite. and I didn’t have a favorite color till I saw your eyes, I realize now. but instead I keep that to myself and say “yeah, green like trees and grass.”
and smile back and my green eyed girl.

—  Emma Kleinknecht

anonymous asked:

Marinette is wearing a flower in her hair and bee!Chloé cant control herself for the Marichat tropes.

im glad that maribee!marichat tropes are becoming a thing :P

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“Okay, so it says I need to get a package of puff pastry.”

Marinette snorted and spoke with her mouth full. “Strike one. Store bought puff pastry is abominable.”

Queen Bee frowned. “Obviously I would get the expensive kind.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s all sub-par. You gotta make that stuff from scratch otherwise what’s the point?”

“Not all of us live in a professional bakery, Marinette!”

Marinette stuck her tongue out. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

Queen Bee plucked up some of the mille-feuille crumbs from her plate and threw them in Marinette’s hair, laughing when the girl screamed in outrage. “Don’t sass me, I’m a superhero!”

Marinette shoved a foot against Queen Bee’s thigh, jokingly trying to shove her from her dainty perch on her balcony railing. “I’m giving you my professional opinion.”

“No.” Queen Bee reached over and tapped her on the nose. “You’re making things difficult by not giving me the recipe for these things and forcing me to do research.”

Marinette shrugged. “Family recipe. Sworn to secrecy. Sorry, my dear.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone! Surely you’d trust me over anyone else.”

“Your sterling commitment to civic duty is not enough of a reason.”

Queen Bee pouted and handed Marinette’s phone back to her. “Fine. I’ll just starve then.”

“Or you could just come back during opening hours and buy some.”

Queen Bee smirked. “Why would I do that if I can just tap on your window and get some for free?”

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anonymous asked:

Dandelions are considered a weed because they're an INVASIVE SPECIES JFC not everything is about oppression

Except they really aren’t. 

Sure, if you have very short cut grass they’ll take over, but they really can’t compete with native tall-standing grass (prairie) and don’t like shade. 

So, they thrive in our short-mowed lawns and sidewalk cracks, and yeah they’re a pain to pull from flower and veggie patches. But, I want you to do an experiment. 

Take a patch of waste land filled with dandelions. Now, stop mowing it and wait. 

First couple years, sure there’ll be a ton. But keep watching. As grasses and asters and goldenrod and milkweed and other plants move in, as trees start to sprout and as nature does it’s thing, you’re going to see fewer and fewer dandelions every year, until, after 3-4 years the only ones left will be incidental around the edges where they can hang on and get some light. 

Now, if you can’t do this experiment that’s ok. I’ve done it in my little patch of native prairie. And after 3 years, dandelions simply cannot compete with the native forbs and grasses. (You are welcome to check other sources speaking of native prairie reintroduction, there are thousands online and every single danged one of them will say the same; weed for 2-3 years as natives establish themselves, but after that you needn’t bother much, as the natives will out-compete just about anything else with ease.)

Heck. My father, over the course of about 10 years and much to the chagrin of us kids who liked picking them, nearly eliminated dandelions from he and mom’s acre and a half. How? He simply started mowing at the highest setting on his mower rather than scalping the grass back to ½ an inch, and mowing every other week instead of weekly. Grass is healthier (because it can actually photosynthesize and get proper nutrition) and dandelions are decimated, due to simply not being able to compete with the faster-growing grass for light. 

See, the main reason for the decline of natives is not that they have been out-competed on their own turf, but that human activity has disrupted their environment and destroyed them. A dandelion seed would have a very, very tough time growing in dense forest or thick prairie. But run a bulldozer through that and remove all native growth, slap down a parking mall and a few subdivisions, and then keep mowing the grass in those subdivisions short and you’ve made a perfect dandelion habitat. But if you reintroduce those natives to their own turf, they’ll happily settle back in and in ten years you won’t see any more dandelions.

(Note that other plants, such as Queen Anne’s Lace, Garlic Mustard, and Purple Loosetrife, are more able to compete against natives than dandelions. These plants can be problems. But we’re not talking about them we’re talking about dandelions.)

So, maybe do some research and try again. In this case, friendo, you’re gonna find that I’m right. The hate of ‘weeds’ in lawns, and indeed the obsession with having a lawn at all, is totally tied to classism. 

I know this shit back and forward and inside out, my man. I’ve spent two and a half decades studying gardening, agriculture, botany, horticulture, and the history of all the above. 

anonymous asked:

writing prompt? andrew and neil get into this huge fight while andrew is driving so he tells neil to get out the car and walk the rest of the way. idk you don't have to do it but i thought it could be really cool. x

Where We Belong (ao3)

“I swear to all that is holy, if you mess with the radio again, I will slice off your hands.”

“Do you really think I’m afraid of you, Andrew?” Neil asked. He pressed the scan button and the radio started rapidly going through the different stations. When Andrew tried to reach forward and stop it, Neil smacked his hand out of the way. “This isn’t actually why you’re mad, is it?”

“I’m not mad,” Andrew said, his voice dripping over mad like it was the most disgusting word in the world, “Anger would imply that I care, which I don’t.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel. As the car cycled through static stations, the only sound in the car was soft static and the creaking leather of Andrew squeezing the life out of his steering wheel.

“If you keep at the rate you’re going, not only will you get a speeding ticket, but you’ll also snap off your steering wheel.” Neil had waited until the radio started going back through stations before he started talking. The twang of country songs only amped up Andrew’s ire.

Andrew wasn’t speaking, though. He only pressed harder on the gas, making the speedometer lurch forward, just like the car. No, Andrew wasn’t mad, but he sure was pissed, which okay, arguably the same thing, but if the court reporter read back Andrew’s statement, it would be clear that he had not perjured himself.

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