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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 21: until someone loses a heart.
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He leaned close to her.
“I have never,” he bit out the word, “met a lass, as prideful and foolish as the one before me.” He meant to say more but he held his tongue. “I will end this here. Good day–”
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#as usher once said...we've reached the climax#tvel#p&p x pjo au#mypjofic#percy jackon and the olympians#the very essence of love#percy and annabeth#somebody get me a margarita#a pitcher in fact#i deserve it
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Meet the pitcher plant moths, Exyra semicrocea: one of the few insects badass enough to live their whole lives in a trap specifically evolved to kill their kind.
Pitcher plants are finely tuned to kill insects, with slippery sloping walls leading down to a pit of insect-dissolving digestive juices. But these little guys turned the tables! From the moment they hatch, they're a pitcher's nightmare.
The spiky blood-red caterpillars seal the pitchers' entrances and eat them from the inside out, using the death trap as their own personal sanctuary from predators. They have specialized feet to grip onto the slippery walls, and use silk as a safety line to keep themselves from falling to their deaths.
When they emerge as adults, they wait until nightfall and then go party in other pitchers.
Adults have only ever been observed to perch inside pitchers with their heads facing up. It's assumed that their grip only works in one direction, and if they slip up they could fall in (like the poor fly below).
So they seem to like living on the edge.
Photos & art by Laura Gaudette, Steve Taylor, Helen Cowdy, Ashley Bosarge, Deanna D, and Kpinso.
#pitcher plant moths#carnivorous plants#insects#oh how the turns have tabled#bugblr#long post#random facts
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#kirby#seattle mariners#mariners#daily kirby#my art#digital#hal laboratory#nintendo#fun fact number 1 the team has a pitcher whose last name is kirby#they use game boy style kirby graphics when he pitches good#fun fact number 2 the team is 10% owned by nintendo#so while it doesn't exist *yet*#hyperniche kirby x mlb crossover merch *could* exist#just for me. as a treat.#(this teal is really like. not one of their main colors anymore.)#(I'm not entirely sure in retrospect it ever has been?)#(I think it was when I was a kid like 25 years ago)#(I did at least sort-of-try on the logo tho)
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Is that fucking Ricard
#glass onion#knives out#benoit blanc#the gay southern icon drinking my father's drink of choice is... unfortunate. for me.#as is the fact that i recognized it on sight#if you don't know that's french anise-flavored liqueur#you pour some maybe 1/5th into a glass and then you add water hence the pitcher#in case anyone is writing benoit blanc fic and needs this vital piece of info lmao#it looks a little like whisky in the bottle#but once you add water it turns this very pale yellow color#it's an aperitif so you don't drink it with your food. you drink it before or just on its own
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May have been rewatching Captain Ahab
#listen even- especially in fact- if you dont watch sports#i cannot recommend dorktown enough#want something to listen to while you work thats a bit more structured than a podcast with an often nonlinear story arc?#any of their documentaries#cannot recommend any of them enough#one of the two folks behind it is the guy who made 17776 if thats something youre into#but captain ahab specifically is about blue jays pitcher dave stieb and his career and everything that happened to him#its funny its heartbreaking its sad#stieb himself has watched it and called it the best documentary hes ever seen
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pitcher fang ⚾️💫
#brawl stars#brawl stars fang#brawl stars fanart#brawl stars art#ok guys im gonna be honest i dont actually like this skin that much#in a vacuum its a very nice skin if a bit basic#(and overpriced... it should be 79 gems not 149 but i digress)#and i like how it looks! the colours for both variants are nice. its a nice uniform.#but like. the fact that its a skin for fang irks me#because like.... his whole schtick is using his feet wherever possible#and pitching in baseball is. not something u do with feet.#dont even get me started on that dumbass caption they put on the announcement post bro#“kick a home run” shut up. thats not how baseball works.#idk why they couldnt just give fang a football skin ???? like ??????#(or soccer for any americans reading this)#this is one of the only sports skins where its not for football#and they decide to give it. to the guy. whos entire gimmick is using his feet.#LIKE COME ON!!!!!!!#the pitcher doesnt even like. run or anything. like bro#i get why they didnt give him a batter skin cuz obviously that would just be a bibi skin and it wouldnt make sense for fang#BUT NEITHER DOES A PITCHER SKIN!!!!!!#just like. idk. this is stupid#im gonna stop ranting cuz i know it aint that deep#if u like pitcher fang dont let my rambling stop u#i wouldnt have drawn him if i didnt at least think he looked good#but then again hes fang and he always looks good. so
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While you wouldn't expect it, New Hampshire is actually a hot bed for carnivorous plants, due to our low-nutrient bogs. Carnivorous plant species naitive to NH include Sundews, Pitcher Plants, and Bladderworts
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#seichi and carlos!!!!! <333#what a fun trio#daiya no ace act ii chapter 129#fun fact! according to the wikia carlos is faster than mochi and is the fastest character!#seiichi is number 3 for 'guts on the mound' for pitchers !#umemiya seiichi#you shunshin#kamiya carlos toshiki#🍓.mangapanels#🍓.daiya
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got dragged to a pub quiz with some of my housemates buddies and was fully convinced i was not really gonna have a good time and itd probably be too loud and i wouldnt be much help etc etc etc bc my mood is still not great but i forgot im a competitive motherfucker when it comes down to it and the sheer rush of euphoria that comes from knowing a few more obscure answers that had the rest of the room hemming and hawing is gonna carry me through the next week probably
#when nobody else in the wetherspoons in rural wales knows what the capital of florida is or what you call a female swan#the big ass grin spreading across my face and sheer rush of Power listening to 2 people the next table over arguing over whether#its jacksonville or miami. you Fools. you absolute buffoons. i know more than you/j/j/j/j#i am so exhausted now and the 'yea this is Over you are enjoying urself too late' sadness is creeping back in but it was worth it#we came 3rd...... the prize was a whole pitcher of some cocktail for the group but i do not drink so i just went home to bed#a female swan is called a pen btw i knew that six month long job spouting swan facts at 8 year olds would come in handy someday#IDK i still have a lot to work through but i feel like i should make a slightly less depressing post today skdfjh;;#shoutout to my housemate for always somehow noticing when i have just not left my room in a day and coming to drag me out of it#i was so close to just not eating again (which tbf. i didnt. until like 6pm whoops)#but now i have done that AND touched grass AND socialised AND feel good abt myself a bit.. so.....#i worry a lot that people dont really. notice or care that much when im struggling/when they do that its annoying or a burden so#im very grateful to have people who care about me enough to try and pull me out of it. i hope wherever i end up after this#that i can surround myself with more people like that#man this feels pretty bittersweet to think about as well but in more of a cathartic kinda way. i guess#trying to think abt things slightly more positively so i dont turn into a festering black pit of bad vibes for the next few weeks#and my blog still inexplicably feels like the nicest place to sort through this kinda thing
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Thinking about your "the most important thing (isn't baseball)" fic.
I'd like to think Patrick is not affected by the new timing rules this baseball season.
Anyway, the fic is one of my comfort fics. It's lovely to re read.
aww thank you! i love hearing that people come back to this one again 💗💗
and yes, patrick has no difficulty with the new pitch clock rules, aside from the fact that it's now another potential cause of Emotions from his pitchers that he has to manage. but he's already used to how to handle all of the other highs and lows of the pitching staff, so this is just another bump in the road that he navigates like the pro he is.
his bigger annoyance is the way that the rule has changed how many times his pitchers can throw over. combined with the slightly larger bases, it's made the steal rate balloon in a way that frustrates him. it's his job to keep those runners from advancing, and—no matter how much pitchers who are slow to the plate might be more to blame—he takes every stolen base a little personal. now he's spending a lot of time in his early work on stealing drills because shaving even a few hundredths of a second off of his pop time or increasing the accuracy of his throws by a few percent can mean the difference between a safe call and an out, between a win and a loss, and it's a responsibility to his team that he takes seriously
#david is spending a lot of time agreeing with commentators that it's the pitchers' fault and not patrick's#david also is not a fan of the fact that the new pitch clock rules lead to shorter game times#before he would have been a Big Fan of that change but now it means less time to see patrick's 🍑 in his baseball pants#🤷♀️🤷♀️ he knows what he's about#they're both a fan of the shift ban because patrick's avg is higher now#anon#replies
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it's me & my Two(2) pro-athlete satoshi aus against the world,,,,,,, except it's technically more than two coz ive blanket made every non-pkmn verse that isnt like. fantasy. just Baseball. so really it's my Six(6) baseball verses & a racing au against the world
#baseball is my main go-to for satoshi just coz that was his go-to sport in masara & he was always the best pitcher#a fact that Sounds like a hc but is yoinked from the pokenovels written by the chief writer for the original series#& the rest of the anime has only supported this <3#but i got into racing earlier this year & it has been Consuming me#so at least one au must exist#ooc. pkmn is autistic culture.
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#i've become accustomed to drinking my cold brew so strong that it's become my only preference#if i water it down it's TOO watery#which would be fine if not for the fact that i'm drinking it faster than it takes to brew it#i'm going through a whole pitcher of cold brew in like a day and a half#it's the only way i can be satisfied#i don't think i have blood anymore i think it's just coffee
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Last week we went to the Missouri Botanical Garden (MOBOT) as part of our summer vacation. Technically we were in St. Louis for a wedding, but my sister had free tickets to the garden through her work, so we decided to take a few days and do all the fun St. Louis things.
Now, MOBOT has been under construction for a while for a new visitor’s center. As luck would have it, the day we were there, the Garden Members were having an exclusive preview of said new visitor’s center. My family (+sister’s roommate that tagged along) are not members, so we figured we’d see it some other time.
MOBOT is famous specifically for it’s massive tropical greenhouse, the Climatron. It looks a little bit like THIS:
And is home to over 400 varieties of plant life, according to Wikipedia. It’s fantastic and a fun place to walk through (and air-conditioned!) and I highly recommend it. This is also where we met Diane.
Diane, if I remember correctly, has volunteered at the Botanical Garden for 15 years. She was walking through the Climatron and stopped to chat with us near the end, when my sister and her roommate were throwing water bottles at us and telling us to hydrate. Diane asked if we’d enjoyed our visit thus far (Yes) have we been here before (Yes) and most importantly, did we see the pitcher plants in the middle of the Climatron? (Absolutely)
At this point, I’m vibrating in hyperfixation. I FUCKING love pitcher plants, dudes. Yes! I saw them! I know so much about them! They are my beloveds! Diane asks me if there are pitcher plants that are bigger than the Climatron’s. I practically vibrate out of my skin with a “Yes! Some can even catch small mammals and reptiles!” I didn’t even get to mention the Bats! Diane is thoroughly impressed with me regardless! She would hire me on the spot if she had that authority, and tells me as much. She continues asking questions about pitcher plants. I continue answering them. Diane continually says she wants me to work at MOBOT. I think it would be a dream, personally.
We eventually part ways with Diane, and head out to the Home Gardening Center. In retrospect I maybe should have asked about keeping my pumpkins safe from pests (squash bugs FUCK OFF challenge). We wander the demonstration gardens for a bit before realizing among their veggies that we’re all starving. You cannot eat the veggies out of the MOBOT veggie garden, because if everyone with vaguely sticky fingers did there would be no vegetables to display, and that defeats the purpose.
Luckily, MOBOT has a tram system, and there’s a stop right outside our current location. Since they do have to pay their workers, however, the tram is five bucks per person if you’re not a member. It is what it is. We’re resigned to shell out thirty bucks (hopefully to replace the dead cobra lily in one of the nearby flower beds, may it rest in pepperonis) when someone hollers at us from the tram. It’s Diane! She remembers us!
Diane, in addition to being a volunteer, is a member. And members, she points out to the tram driver, can bring five non-members onto the tram free of charge. Our group is six. The tram driver, feeling the spirit of giving, lets our sixth person on under her own membership. Diane asks where we’re heading as the tram starts moving. We explain that we’re looking to get food, and also could we leave the garden and come back? Is that allowed? Diane confirms that’s allowed, BUT she has a better idea.
The tram takes us around the long way, past the Japanese Garden, Henry Shaw’s house, and one of the botanical museums. Somewhere in there I tell the story of Persephone, as her statue resides along this route, and I have a cat named after her. We make it back as close to the front as is possible by tram, and Diane marches us to the old visitor’s center. It is connected to the new one by a single door, guarded by a nice young woman. Diane tells her that we’re with her, and we’re all going into the new visitor’s center. The young woman is fairly certain this is breaking some rules. Diane tells her it’s fine.
The new visitor’s center is gorgeous, y’all. We all follow Diane down to the snack bar for sandwiches (we were planning to eat a big dinner, so we didn’t need a whole lot). She makes sure we don’t need a membership to actually buy the food. Once that’s all settled, she tells me she’ll see me soon (presumably as a staff member) and promptly vanishes into the garden, never to be seen again by us.
There’s good in this world, guys. There always has been. And sometimes it’s in the botanical garden, and it’s curious about pitcher plants.
#mobot if you see this no you didn’t#but also love what you’ve done with the place 🥺👉👈#Diane is a fake name just so we’re clear#i would love to work at the botanical garden but my degree is in graphic design so you can see where I might have a problem with qualifying#here. pitcher plant facts: the two major kinds are tropical Nepenthes and North American Sarracenias (+cobra lilies on the west coast)#they’re bog plants!! reach into your local bog and find a friend and boy!#some get big enough to trap small mammals and reptiles! tasty#there’s a kind of Nepenthes that has a relationship with local bats! they sleep in the pitchers. cozy!
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hey btw if you're ever awake at 3 am setting up cold brew tea and making rich syrup? if you're determined to finally, for the first time, just once in your life, do the very simple math right and make precisely enough syrup for your bottle?
don't forget to actually follow through with the math. you have to actually USE the math like, as mathed.
who knew?
#if your bottle holds 1.5c#and rich syrup volume is always equal to the volume of starting sugar#you should in fact use 1.5c sugar#and do not let your brain immediately see a measurement and then double it because rich syrup is 2:1 so we need twice that number#little over enthusiastic there buddy#so anyway i also doubled the number of cold brew pitchers cold brewing in my fridge as a result#and added vanilla paste to one of the bottles#so now I can take credit for doing it wrong on purpose
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it's Objectively Funny to hear every mets talking head and commentator dance circles around talking about how bad brett baty has been this season lmao
#the mental gymnastics they will do to pretend mets fans' favorite white boy is better than he is....exhausting!!#“but he's so good in triple a!!!!”#ah yes I for one am SHOCKED that its easier for him to hit homeruns in much smaller ballpark against significantly worse pitchers!!#pitchers many of whom would still he in double-a (if not for the fact thay many teams are skipping that milb level this season)#and who arent allowed to paint the corners like they are in the majors#i wonder why the boy who couldnt hit for shit off mlb pitchers during spring training and has actively regressed throughout the season#still cant hit mlb pitchers in september
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Everyone in the league knows about Eddie Munson. He has the makings of a great pitcher, except for the fact that his slider has a 75% chance of sliding too high and his fastballs mostly end up in the dirt. His technique is wild, flailing, unrestrained. Which is why Steve is beside himself when he learns about the trade.
The owners, they think that Steve being the best catcher in the league means he can work with Eddie, settle him, make him a real prospect. Steve's input isn't needed with the decision already made, but Munson--with all his tattoos piercings and leather--looks like he'd rather hock a loogie at Steve than take directions from him.
And Steve is the best in the league, the glue that keeps the team together. They're a well-oiled machine, and Eddie is--Eddie is a squeaky wheel.
They meet for the first time, briefly, in the locker room. He's seen the guy before, of course, but now, like this, he can't help but be intrigued by his pale skin and long curls and brown doe-eyes, his lightly muscled frame. And they're in the locker room, Eddie with just a towel around his waist, exposing his toned chest and stomach and the black swirl of his tattoos.
"Steve Harrington!" Eddie reaches out a hand. "Great to meet you, man."
"You too. Excited to have you with us." The handshake is quick and firm and Steve is trying not to be surprised about how excited and genuine the guy sounds, keep his mind away from thinking of how Eddie is naked aside from the towel.
With only a few weeks until the start of the regular season, Eddie starts pitching to Steve. And Steve, he so expects Eddie to fight and grumble and refuse, that his head sort of spins when, on the first day, Eddie claps him on the back with his glove, says, "where do you want me, cap?" and that's that.
He wants to say that they dislike each other, that they're a bad fit, that Eddie is full himself and refuses constructive criticism.
Instead.
Instead it's easy.
Eddie doesn't complain, doesn't argue, just watches Steve, learns him, takes his advice and notes and implements them as much as he can. They like each other, have an easy rapport, get each other. He's tight with all the pitchers, but Eddie is different. They settle each other.
They're best friends. They hangout constantly. And he doesn't have a crush; he doesn't. It would be unprofessional. They're best friends.
But sometimes, sometimes he thinks he catches Eddie looking at him. It's impossible. Of course it's impossible. Eddie couldn't be into the guy Sports Illustrated called "baseball's Ralph Lauren model" in the intro to Steve's Body Issue photo spread. And it doesn't matter one way or the other because Steve won't make a move. He won't jeopardize the team like that.
They don't touch. He touches everyone on the team, often, and Eddie particularly is a physical guy, but aside from that first handshake, he keeps his distance. Steve's afraid--even though it's silly, he's afraid--that once they start touching, he won't be able to stop, and he can't let that happen.
The team is good, competing for first place in the National League. Eddie's success has made everyone else better.
It's late July, they're in first place in the league, and Eddie's pitching a perfect game. There's only been 24 perfect games thrown in the history of Major League Baseball, but it's the eighth inning and Eddie's doing it.
A pitch goes wild, veers high over the umpire's head. Eddie's shaken, Steve can tell with how his fist tightens compulsively around the ball. The next pitch swings wide, towards the batter's knees.
The count is at 2 balls, no strikes, and he can see, even from behind home plate Steve can see, that Eddie's losing it. He heads for the mound, refuses to let it end like this. He closes the distance between them, has a quick internal debate before he puts his hand on Eddie's lower back. They've never touched, this is it, this is--warmth bleeds from Eddie's skin, through the fabric of his jersey, goes straight to Steve's head.
Eddie frowns. "I don't think I--"
"You're going to do it, Ed. I know. I can feel it." He pats his chest, over his heart. "It's gonna happen."
Eddie's breathing settles and it's only then that Steve realizes he's rubbing circles into Eddie's back with his thumb. He's not sure when he started, doesn't want to stop, loves being able to feel.
"Okay," Eddie says.
"Okay."
Steve removes his hand, heads back to home, still tingling with the warmth of Eddie's body even as he crouches behind the plate.
He closes out the inning with three definitive strike outs. The crowd goes wild.
They take the field for the top of the 9th, the crowd is screaming, ready for this, the energy zipping through every player on the field.
It goes by in a blur. Nine pitches. Eddie's perfect game is wrapped up in nine phenomenal pitches.
As the ump calls the last out, there's a moment of complete and utter quiet in the stadium, Steve's heart a pounding hum in his ears, before pandemonium breaks loose. There's screaming, fireworks, someone is crying--
All he can see is Eddie. Eddie's who's thrown his glove to the dirt, is barreling towards him with a triumphant smile bright on his face. Steve stands, runs to close the distance. He sees the moment that Eddie decides to jump into his arms, catches him easily--will always catch him--but his legs are tired and the momentum gets him, sends them tumbling back into the grass.
They're both yelling, laughing, smiling hard enough to hurt. Eddie's hair has fallen out if its tie, tumbling around his shoulders, and Steve gazes at him, can't help it, in this moment can admit that he's so, so astronomically in love.
It's only then Steve realizes that the laughter's stopped, that Eddie's gazing back. Brown eyes shining bright with happiness, cheeks flushed pink, lips parted. Thoughtless, he reaches up to caress Eddie's cheek.
The team reaches them, streaming around them, yanking Eddie and Steve to their feet. The celebration stretches around them, the moment slipping away. He wants to finish what they started but there are interviews, champagne showers, congratulations, that keep them apart. Sometimes, from across the room, their eyes meet, and there's heat there that's new, that sparks something low in Steve's gut.
Hours pass, and finally he finds himself alone in the locker room. He's just pulled on his t-shirt when the door shuts behind him. He spins, finds Eddie, waiting, watching.
He crosses the room without a word, can't not, not now, not after everything. They grapple for a second, the wanting so strong that it takes a second to settle, to find each other. They kiss hard, desperate, seething with desire.
Steve hopes it never ends and it doesn't, just tapers into soft kisses, gentle nips. He can't bring himself to step away.
"Is this for real ?" Eddie whispers.
"I've been insane about you since the trade."
Eddie's smile is blinding. "I used to have those pictures of you--the ones with the little red shorts?--in my locker in the minors. Feel like I'm living in a dream right now."
It lights him up inside, knowing that Eddie wants him, has wanted him. "Let me take you home and show you just how real it is?"
He snorts, but his dimples deepen, eyes shining. "What a line, sweetheart."
"Yeah well, the baseball field isn't the only place where I hit home runs."
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#baseball au#teammates to lovers#ficlet#fluff#first kiss#feelings confession#steve thinks he'll hate eddie but he just falls in love with him instead#pitcher eddie munson#catcher steve harrington#i had this idea a month ago and forgot about it#dom/sub undertones in the way that what if steve gently doms eddie into pitching better#what if steve modeled for SI's body issue and what if eddie is obsessed with him the whole time#really playing fast and loose with how major league baseball works
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