tree slaps


I come back from the St. Williams Nursery with a $221 Plant Haul. Quite the road trip and quite the sale and nursery as expected. The leg pain I got from crouching to look at tags quickly I did not expect however lol. So then, the list of purchased plants from the ones in the back to the front, left to right;

  • Bladdernut (Staphylea trifolia)
  • Swamp Rose (Rosa palustris)
  • Dwarf Chiunquapin Oak (Quercus prinoides)
  • Chinquapin Oak (Quercus muehlenbergii)
  • Flowering Dogwood (Cornus florida)
  • Redbud (Cercis canadensis)
  • Yellow Coneflower (Ratibida pinnata)
  • Bush Honeysuckle (Diervilla lonicera)
  • Groundnut Vine (Apios americana)
  • Virginia Mountain Mint (Pycnanthemum virginianum)
  • Virgin’s Bower (Clematis virginiana)
  • Bulbet Fern (Cystopteris bulbifera)

Surprise surprise that Dwarf Chiunquapin Oak flowers while still so small! The huge majority of these fellas are staying in the greenhouse for various reasons until they either have more roots (the clematis), till an area is full-on marked for planting (the oaks), or until the new gardenspace for the coming house addition is built (basically almost everything else). There appear to be zone location origins on the tags so I may try to get my plant documentation work back in order so that said zones for these particular children can be noted.

Photographed May 20th 2017

The Mountains Are Shaking

I can feel it in my feet
In my gut
The sky’s empty
Completely clear
I can almost make out infinity from here
Maybe I should work seven days a week to save up for an expensive telescope so I can make out infinity

The trees are shaking
Stupidly slapping their arms back and forth
They have to be tired
I don’t know
I’m tired
But the birds are singing
Their nests are falling
Weeds are growing
The wind’s howling

The waves are shaking
Crashing onto themselves
Turning water white
Reflecting golden-pink-purple sunsets
Swallowing fishing piers and men alike
While toddlers hum on the shore killing sand crabs

The babies are shaking
Self-inflicting shaken baby syndrome
Dancing in the streets
Screaming at the night
On performance-enhancing drugs
The babies are shaking

The stars are shaking
I might be drunk
But it seems like the stars are definitely shaking
Taunting me
Seducing me
Freaking me out
When did any of this become normal?
When did we decide to accept far away giant fire planets as a normal part of everyday life?

My hands are shaking
Been shaking since I was a little kid
Trembling like cold teeth
I’m not sure why
Nothing’s wrong with me
Nothing’s really that wrong with me
Blah Blah Blah

The mountains are shaking
Their shadows shaking
Your Ma’ and Pa’ shaking
Their dog shaking from the thunder
Your head shaking from the pressure
Golden light shaking
Forever and ever
Keeping you on your toes

last night I had a dream I owned a huge-ass grove of maple trees (which were called cherry trees but they were most definitely maple trees) and seto fucking kaiba was trying to bully me into selling my trees so he could build a kaibacorp office or something. 

me being the brat I am told him exactly where he could shove that office building and said fuck off and when he tried to argue with me dark necrofear?? showed up from behind a tree??? and she slapped him across the face so hard he fell onto the ground as she bent over and screamed at him don’t take his fucking trees

i should probably avoid pain medication before bed.


Pairing: Dean x friend!Reader, Sam x friend!Reader
Word count: 1,653
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: Written by Brit and Amy

Part 1 of Fairies, Really?

Dean sighed, speeding down the highway. “So, care to tell me what the hell is in…what was it?”

“Bon Temp.” You told him, when Sam glanced at you, you sighed. “Louisiana.” He was driving, and was still acting like he didn’t know where the three of you were going. “It’s more of a…what isn’t?” You told him meekly.

“What, what?!” Sam looked over the seat at you.

You sighed. “Name it- it’s there.” Both of them looked confused, you took a deep breath, “Right. Vampires, werewolves, witches and fairies,” you grimaced.

“Fairies!! Really?!?!” Dean yelped, remembering when he had his ass handed to him by that flying naked chick, he shuddered.

Raising an eyebrow, you looked between the two. “From what I gathered from everything…they’re rare here, and not exactly dangerous. They know about vampires, there’s even a bar for them not all that far off.” You shrugged, looking over your notes.

“Are people insane? And how the hell do you know all this?!” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror.

“I passed through a few years back, helped someone with a ghost problem,” you said nonchalantly. “Made a good friend and he’s the one who called me.”

Sam thought for a minute. “In all the time that you’ve known us, you’ve never mentioned anyone in Bon Temp.” He pointed out. “Or even in Louisiana.” Sam had loved you for some time, and now you were rushing off to help some ‘good friend’, dragging them along with you. “Tell us about him.”

You looked at Sam, confused by his tone, did he sound jealous? You shook your head, there’s no way he was jealous-he didn’t like you that way even though you wished he did. Sighing softly, “Uh, okay, his name is Lafayette Reynolds, he’s the cook at a bar called Merlotte’s, he’s a new psychic and he’s very unique,” you grinned.

“A new psychic?” Dean groaned. “And what do you mean by ‘unique?”

Smirking, you sat back. “You’ll see…”

“Oh God.” Hearing Dean like that made you chuckle.

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anonymous asked:

MINOR ANGST! What if the UT, US, and UF skeletons and their SO got in an argument. The SO said something that made the skellies strike a nerve and yell at them. How would they react if their SO apologized shortly before running away crying their eyes out?

(ahh, angst is my life fuel. As long as it has a happy end)

UT Sans: He normally doesn’t lose his cool that easily, but what you said really hit a sore spot. It’s the first time you hear him raise his voice, and you realize what you just said. You apologies and run away to your room, tears stinging in your eyes.

Sans feels bad about what happened, he shouldn’t have lost his cool over something small like that. But it really hurt him to hear that, especially from you mouth. He doesn’t follow you, he isn’t to keen on confrontations, so you will have to come to him. You both apologies, you both feel bad about what happened. But Sans isn’t one to dwell on this things for to long, he is to lazy for something like that. So you two give each other some space for the rest of the day after what happened, but then cuddle up to watch some movies when it gets dark. Everything is back to normal.

UT Papyrus: He honestly always yells. But it’s a friendly yelling, more like enthusiastic shouting. But the you start arguing, and you say something you regrett instantly. He doesn’t yell at you, he just asks quietly if you really mean that. Somehow that’s worser then yelling coming from him. You apologise in a chocked sob and run to your room.

He will need a few minutes to collect himself, before he comes after you. He will tell you that he knows that you didn’t mean it, and that even the second greatest after him, you can sometimes make mistakes. You both end up cuddling.

US Sans: He is a friendly fellow, but he can get angry. So when you two argue, and you say something he really didn’t wanted to hear from you, his voice rises above his normal, already loud level, anger clear in his voice. You are already covering your mouth in shock, tears in your eyes. He slaps a hand in front of his mouth when you apologize and run away, he doesn’t like getting angry, especially not at you. He goes after you to apologize himself, the thing you said still ringing in his ears, and it still stings a little bit.

He finds you somewhere outside, crying by yourself. He sits next to you and puts a hand on your thigh, he is better with gestures then with words, and apologizes for yelling. You both sit there and hug for a bit, you saying you didn’t wanted to hurt him, he saying he shouldn’t have yelled nonetheless. Then you go home and put it behind you, no use broding over it any longer.

US Papyrus: Even with his lazy attitude, he still has a temper. So when you actually figth for once, you figth. You both get pretty loud, saying things you will regrett saying later on, but it doesn’t matter in the heat of the moment. Eventually something you regrett saying rigth away slips out, and he gets furious. Yelling louder then before, he is the one to leave while you try to apologize. He walks in the forest next to snowdin, smoking trough half a pack of cigaretts to cool his head.

Sitting on a tree stump, he slaps himself in the face, that could have gone better. He sits there for a little longer, his last cigarett long smoked to a stub, but not wanting to lit another one. He comes back home and you are not in the living room anymore, so he walks up to your room slowly, knocking on the door. He finds you sobbing on your bed and sits next to you, his hands awkwardly on his lap and apologizes for yelling and storming out, but what you said really hurt him nonetheless. You apologize for what you said, this time not interrupted by a door slamming shut behind him. Like with classic Sans, you give each other some space for the end of the day, but are back to normall after dark, cuddling on the sofa.

UF Sans: This edgy Skeleton may pretend to have a temper, but he actually only has a foul mouth. So when you two figth, he doesn’t yell, just snaps and hisses his arguments angrily. When you say something that strickes a nerve, he is the one with tears in his eyes. He leaves silently, normally used to taking this kind of things, but not from somebody he actually cares about. You follow him to apologize, the door to his room will probably already be locked, so you apologize quitly trough the door. 

This is where he starts yelling at you. You haven’t heard him actually raise his voice before so it’s a shocking surprise, when he yells at you to leave him alone and screams some profanities in your direction, insulting you and your ancestors in a very colourfully worded way. You leave in tears, quietly apologizing another time, both of you staying in your rooms for the end of the day. You are already in bed, trying to sleep and hope that you can make up in the morning, when the door opens and Sans is crawling into your bed next to you, carefull not to touch you yet. He is turned away from you, and mumbles an apologie for yelling at you, you mumble an apologie back. You two skootch a bit closer, by the end of the nigth you two will be an entangled pile of limbs like every morning.

UF Papyrus: He has a short temper and a booming voice, so your arguments leave him yelling at the top of his lungs. But normally it’s just yelling, with no bite behind it, but this time you said something that he really didn’t wanted to hear, and it’s the first time you are afraid of him. His eyey glowing red, he towers over you, yelling insults and how-dare-yous at you and you flee from him, chocking out an apologie, tears streaming down your face. He freezes after he sees the fear in your eyes, sinking to the floor after he hears your door slam shut, the key turning in the lock.

He want’s other monsters to fear him, even though there is nothing to actually fear about him, he never kills if there is another option, and he is never cruel about it. It’s just safer for him and his allies, if he is feared. But he never wanted to see that fear in your eyes, and never do something that causes it. Damn his short temper. He goes outside, head in his hands to get you some of your favorite sweets. Similiare to US Sans is better with gestures then with words whe it comes to apologies. He comes back later then he usually does, avoiding to go home for some time. He knocks at your door and calmly and quietly asks you if you could open it. When you unlock it, he quietly show the sweets into your hands, not looking you in the eyes and starts rambling out an apologie he came up with while he was outside, the writen version still clutched in his one hand. He is so nervouse about the whole thing, he keeps forgetting and glanzing at the paper. He will get a bit distant from you for the next few days, until you reassure him that you forgive him.
Rose Petal Hands | Chapter One of Four Archive of Our Own
Summer, 1776: Nathan Hale's spy mission leaves tomorrow, why does it feel like this is the last time he'll ever see Benjamin Tallmadge?
By Organization for Transformative Works

American Revolution RPF, American History RPF, 18th Century CE RPF

Nathan Hale (1755-1776)/Benjamin Tallmadge

Tags: Young Love, Last Kiss, Brief Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Roller Coaster, Cuddling & Snuggling, This is the last time they ever see each other, Foreshadowing Death, Fight Scene, Tags will be updated

Part 2 of the Early American History | Stories They Won’t Tell series (fics places in the series get rearranged by date in happens in)

Words so far: 2,002

Chapter: ¼


September 14th, 1776 || 6:48 p.m.

6 days, 16 hours, 2 minutes till Nathan Hale’s death

“Reviv’d a little by your letter,

With hopes of speeding better,

At length I venture forth once more

But fearing soon to run ashore.”




         Two bodies lunged themselves together in the translucent twilight, filling the hollow emptiness between their chest and arms. Benjamin Tallmadge recognized straight blonde locks cascading down the back of Nathan Hale’s azure uniform and his heart skipped a beat mere seconds prior; he could recognize him from anywhere. The slightly taller man’s hand folded behind the shorter’s back and looped their fingers together, tugging their stomachs together and breathing in every single bit of each other. There was comfort now, in the brief alteration witnessed by rows of tents stretching out across the valley’s sloping hills.

         Ben buried his nose in Nathan’s collar, shutting his eyes briefly, leaning deeply into the interaction, “Pythias…”

         Breath on the back of his neck and a cheek held against his ear, “Damon…”

         Not wishing to cause a scene, they reluctantly tugged off one another, a shock attempting to displace them back together. They both hadn’t caught a truly extraordinary sight of one another’s faces quite yet and the tips of their noses brushed slightly as they extracted from one another, maintaining proximity, grasping hands on each other’s forearms as if they were afraid each other would let go. Releasing, staring point blank at one another. Passion flashed in Nathan’s sky blue eyes and Ben swore he saw lightning flash across his pupils; the once boyish glare that his face owned was replaced with war like bags almost painted underneath his eyelids.

         At the same time, Nathan wished to trace the imprint of his thumb across the two wrinkles that now were forming at the center of his lover’s brow, those weren’t there before. Those two little wrinkles most likely from the New Yorker’s uncanny ability to scrunch his face quizzically ever so often. Some stubble ran across the line of Nathan’s jaw, a craving to kiss that bone didn’t subside, I’ll have to wait till later. Subsequently, Nathan gazed down to trace over the curve of Ben’s lips and his mouth began to grow ravenous–here he was, after weeks and he couldn’t even kiss him, let alone brace him for extended than a few meager seconds. His chest began to grow cold and he ached with longing for an extended touch. Their glares met wildly, holding depths so familiar, Ben was already plunged.

         The corner of Nathan’s thin, pale lips curled up, coiling his knuckles around that man’s bicep, “You’re here.”

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‘I pray this doesn't seem offensive, but can I get the guys with an S/O with ADHD? (Trouble concentrating is one symptom of it)’

I pray this doesn’t seem offensive, but can I get the guys with an S/O with ADHD? (Trouble concentrating is one symptom of it)

One of my friends has ADHD! So I know somewhat what it’s like heh.

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Time Travel Snippet

People seemed interested, so here’s a little teaser:

The trees were thick, branches slapping against his cheeks no matter how he pushed them aside, but it was so pleasingly quiet. Empty, but not eerie. He had no watch, no cellphone, so Adam didn’t know how long he walked. All he knew is that by the time he saw a clearing in the trees, his feet were begging for a break.

So it was his annoyance that kept him from realizing something was amiss when he left the forest. Adam didn’t notice the surprisingly green fields, the lack of cars, the sudden grey clouds that covered the sky. Instead, he focused on the unrecognizable barn and how it was definitely not Blueberry Hill, the orchard he’d have run into if he had only stayed straight through the forest. Somehow he must have gotten off track.

Adam weighed his options. From a distance he could see a man working in a herd of cattle. He hated asking for help, especially from a random Henrietta stranger, but he saw no other option. If he was lucky, Blue would be near done with her shift at Nino’s and could come get him. As he walked down the hill and to the farm he recited a speech in his head. Hello, Sir, my name is Adam Parrish. I got lost in the woods and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone.

The man didn’t notice him coming over the sound of the cattle. Adam had to clear his throat twice to get his attention. The farmer turned to him, the frown on his face quickly turning contemplative as his eyes scanned over Adam.

 “Hi,” Adam said.

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Instructions From Bieber (MATURE)

Justin’s P.O.V

“Now. I’m going to tell you what to do and you’re going to follow my instructions, isn’t that right?” She whimpered as she laid bare before me, completely open to my eyes. “I said, ‘isn’t that right?’ My voice was more demanding now, wanting to hear her voice.

“Y-Yes.” She stuttered, making me smirk down at her. I watched as her thighs shook gently, wanting nothing more than to fuck her to make them stop.

“Good. It seems as though our twenty minute session with the vibrator did you wonders.” I tilted my head to look at her sympathetically. “It probably would have felt a whole lot better for you if I let you cum.” I pouted while she whimpered to herself, still shaking from the big build up to which, she was waiting a release.

“I would have asked you to strip for me, but since we’ve already gotten started, we’ll save that for another time. Now firstly, I want you to run your hands up and down your body; cup your boobs, tease your clit ever so slightly. Don’t rush it.” I warned her. I watched as she ran her small hand across her boobs, tweaking her nipples before moving down her stomach. Her fingertips danced along her skin, making me nodd my head and smile lightly. “You know how to please me, princess.” She smiled in response, moving her hands down to the inside of her thighs. “Brush your fingertips along your clit for me.” And she did. And she whimpered. And I groaned.

I noticed she was pressing down harder on her clit, giving it more attention than she was supposed to. “Stop.” I ordered, her hand flinched away, she looked at me worried, like she’d been caught out. “I said brush your fingers, not rub it.” I tutted at her and shook my head before standing up from the chair and walking closer to her. “Maybe I was wrong, maybe you can’t be patient. What does that make you?” I held her knees while she had them bent and open, glaring down at her.

“A-A bad girl?” She took her lips in her mouth, closing her eyes as she breathed heavily.

“Exactly. And what do bad girls get?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Punished?” I smirked and nodded. Slowly, she began to rub her stomach, needing to feel something.

“That’s right. So, I think you need to punish yourself, babygirl, because I told you at the start, I am not doing any of the work for you.” I moved away, loving the look on her face as she realised I wasn’t going to touch her. “I want you to slap your clit, as hard as you can.” Her eyes widened at my order. “Do it.” She followed my order, the sound of skin on skin rang through the room constantly. “Harder. You’re not supposed to enjoy it, make it hurt otherwise I’ll have to do it for you.” My voice was filled with venom as I watched her.

Her body shook like leaves on a tree while she slapped her clit, probably causing it to sting. “Justin, please.” She cried out, throwing her head back against the bed.

“Okay, okay. You can stop.” I looked at her sympathetically and stood up once more. “You handled that very well, princess. Good girl.” She relaxed finally. I licked the pad of my thumb and brought it to her clit, I rubbed up and down slowly to ease the pain. “It’s all pleasure from here on, baby.” She moaned softly at the contact.

“Now,” I reluctantly moved away from her to sit back down. “Do as you’re told this time and brush your fingertips across your clit.” She breathed out and brought her hand back down. I watched intently as her fingertips only ran across her clit, causing her to flinch when the few shoots of pleasure ran through her. “See? You can follow instructions.” I said, smartly.

“Cup your boob with one hand,” She did as she was told, cupping her left boob with her left hand. “Actually,” I quickly stood up and walked over to her for the hundredth time. I fell down on top of her slightly, keeping myself up by my hands at either side of her. “Move your hand, baby.” When she did, I let a large amount of my saliva drip onto her boob before rubbing my palm against her nipple, spreading it around. She cried out instantly at the feeling, moving her hand to grip my arm. “There you go, now keep rubbing it.” I climbed off of her, but not before grazing my hand down her thigh.

I watched as she used my spit to easily bring herself pleasure from rubbing her nipple. “Oh, Justin.” Her small voice saying my name caused my cock to twitch beneath my clothes, but I had to stay focused. Her nipples were now fully erect. “Okay, stop. Now I want you to go back to your clit.” She hesitantly took her hand away from her boob and moved to her clit. “Rub it this time. Go slow.” She lightly pressed her fingers down on her sensitive nub, feeling the pleasure as she touched it.

She worked circles on it, sighing with contentment and humming softly, making me smile; all I wanted to do was see her pleasured and satisfied. She did this continuously for a good five minutes, letting me know she was close by the way she shook every so often, and that’s when I made her take a ten second break before going back in.

“Now, I want you to go as hard and as fast as you can, bring yourself right to the edge, to the point where you think you’re going to explode, where you can feel yourself at tipping point, and then stop. Can you do that for me?” She nodded, and picked up her pace. I listened as I heard the sound of her juices, making me grunt involuntarily.

“Keep going, good girl.” She lifted her legs in the arm and arched her back, moaning loudly. “You are so, so beautiful, you’re such a gorgeous woman, [Y/N].” I talked to her as she played with herself, her chest rising and falling heavily. “You deserve all the love in the world, and you’re worthy-”

“Justin!” She gasped, interrupting me and making me chuckle. I could tell she was close, but I knew she could get closer.

“Oh, I know, I know this is hard for you but come on, I know you can get closer to the edge than that.”

“Mm.” She clenched her eyes shut, rubbing impossibly fast on her clit. The shaking of her body increased and her free hand gripped the sheet before her.

“Okay, stop.” She let out a long, sharp breath, immediately taking her hand away. “I’m so proud of you, well done, sweetheart.” I smiled at her, letting her know I was telling the truth. “You might be happy to know that now is when you get to cum. Does that make you happy?” I awaited her response, she nodded frantically once more.

“I want to cum so bad, please.” She whined, making me shiver with delight.

“I want you to take two fingers and put them deep inside of yourself.” She took her index and middle finger, pushing at the wetness of her entrance, meaning they were able to slide in with ease, I let out another moan as I watched them disappear inside of her, only wishing it was my cock. “Now I’m going to leave it down to you; do you want to go fast or slow?”

“Fast.” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she smiled before biting down on her lip.

“Okay, go ahead, baby.” I smirked at her, watching her pick up the pace. “Take yourself to the edge again but this time, don’t stop for anything, okay?” She nodded, pushing her fingers in and out of herself over and over. I subtly ran a hand over my cock through my trousers, feeling it bulging through. By now, it was almost painful.

She shook and writhed as she fucked herself; already having had two big build ups was taking a toll on her. “J-Justin, I’m gonna cum.” She whimpered and gasped when she felt the edge approaching.

“Come on, princess, come on. Oh, there it is, get over that edge and cum for me.” I spurred her on as she finally hit her orgasm. Her legs shook wildly and her voice was louder than ever, making me rub my cock harder. I smiled as I felt somewhat accomplished. “Hm, good girl. You did me proud.” She didn’t say anything, as simply lay still on the bed, her chest moving rapidly and her hands shaking as she experienced the decrease of her high.

I moved over to her, looking down at her. “Well done, princess. You’ve made me so, so happy. I love you.” I ran my hand through her hair, unbuckling my trousers with my free hand, slowly and quietly. “Now, there’s just one more thing I’d like you to do for me..”

Aph North Italy Headcanons

● has broken people’s fingers in handshakes before
● can only doggy paddle
● if you’re around him when he’s tired, you become a pillow
● uses those pencil grip things that teachers use when someone’s pencil grip is uncomfortable
● watches soap operas
● has ships for said soap operas
● will have a tantrum if it doesn’t work out
● likes to ruffle little kid’s hair
● has a pet rock named Romano that he keeps in his pocket at all times
● fINgeRpAInTInG
● will s p r i n t to dogs
● sticks his head out the window of cars
● gets slapped by trees because of this
● looks good in a cowboy hat
● does a killer old western movie accent

This drabble from Seamus’ point of view for sparrowsace since that’s how she imagined the prompt being written and I’m a sucker for writing Dean putting his hands on Seamus see examples one and two =)

Seamus stood grumpily under the shade of the tree as he slapped sunscreen on his chest.  There was just no way he could take the chance of getting sunburnt, first of all because Hermione gave a speech about skin cancer every time she saw someone sunburnt, and also because he was pretty sure his mam would find out somehow and either write him a howler or appear at the school herself.

He squished some more of the hated substance onto his hand and then tried reaching his back, straining with his pointy elbows sticking into the air.

“Oi, I think I the castle has a new ghost!” he heard Dean call.

Seamus scowled at Dean.  To be fair, Seamus was incredibly pale.  Being in the sun somehow made his skin look even paler, and he practically glowed when he stood in the sunshine.  He heard the trio laughing and then heard a splash and a shriek, meaning that Ron and Harry had succeeded in getting Hermione’s hair wet.

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Just in case you’re naming any of your Hallowe’eny characters Samhain or find yourself talking about the origins of the celebration, it’s pronounced Sow-in/Sah-win. If you call it Sam-Hayn, Irish people will appear from the trees and thoroughly slap th’bejaysus out of you. It’s the law, I’m afraid. 

Originally posted by witchyautumns