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wetslug · 2 months
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yayyyy im so happy today
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frogshunnedshadows · 6 months
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...and a cartridge in a pear tree.
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pearwaldorf · 7 months
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I reiterate: AO3 meta. Not! Even! Once!
(The previous post escaped containment and I got a bunch of snippy people talking about how AO3 is an ~archive for fanwork~ and ~meta belongs there~. I never said it didn't. I said people who post meta on there invariably have terrible fucking opinions. These are not the same things.)
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anonym-potato · 2 months
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I learned that I could keep it thriving/I saw my hands do something right
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hurryupmerlin · 8 months
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Check out this delicious massive pear
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farshores · 1 year
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Poor Little Meow Meow spotted
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prontaentrega · 1 year
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you know in death note when they show what an apple looks like in the shinigami world and it's the driest nastiest grayest sandiest apple in the world. im esting the pear equivalent of that
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tha-za · 1 year
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Pear Dragon
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parfumery-wiki · 2 years
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Narcisse Taiji (eau de parfum) Atelier Materi Nose: Marie Hugentobler
Dry woods
The strength and fragility of the narcissus, a fragrance between shadows and light.
The perfumer Marie Hugentobler selects the exceptional narcissus growing in the French Aubrac mountains. Almost 1,600 kilograms of these wild flowers, picked by local growers, are needed to produce a kilogram of narcissus absolute, with its powerful and delicate floral facets.
In NARCISSE TAIJI, the perfumer highlights the opposite forces in this precious and multifaceted flower. To the luminous and vegetal side of the freshly picked flower, the perfumer opposes the dark and animal side of the narcissus, enhanced by leather and patchouli accents.
A perfect balance, surprising and sensual.
Top notes: Pear, Ginger root, Tuberose Heart notes: Narcissus, Hay, Bran Base notes: Leather, Patchouli, Musk
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basaltbutch · 2 years
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ok i need to go to bed but mmmm scavenger's diet 💕💕💕💕
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sunshinemellow-fic · 7 months
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im so disgustingly happy lmao
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askwhatsforlunch · 8 months
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Pear Rickey
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This Pear Rickey, which beautifully combines the refreshing brightness of a rickey with the Autumnal tones of Spiced Pear Liqueur, is exactly what one needs to toast to the last warm and sunny days of the season! Cheers!
Ingredients (serves 1):
3 ice cubes
½ lemon
 30 millilitres/1 fluid ounce (2 tablespoons) Spiced Pear Liqueur
 30 millilitres/1 fluid ounce (2 tablespoons) London Dry Gin
chilled seltzer water, to top
Fill a highball or large glass with ice cubes. Cut a slice of lemon, and add it to the glass. Pour in Spiced Pear Liqueur and Gin. Top with chilled seltzer water.
Enjoy Pear Rickey immediately. Cheers!
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bispacecadet · 10 months
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magnet time (wip, bday present for my mom)
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ultronmachine · 1 year
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fruit washing and drying line | leafy vegetable washing drying machine | orange washing line 
It is used for washing all kinds of leafy vegetable, like cabbage, Chinese cabbage etc. we can process them into salad, etc. The capacity: 50kg/h -1t/h. It consists of vegetable picking machine -vegetable cutting machine- vegetable washing machine - drying machine- packaging machine https://hnjoyshine.com/products/Vegetable-And-Fruit-Washing-Production-Line_1.html wechat/whatsapp:8613213203466
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whatnext10 · 1 year
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Prickly Pear is a Truly Beautiful Cactus
Prickly Pear is a Truly Beautiful Cactus shows readers an artistic rendering of a prickly pear in the Florida sandhills. It then explains why the author/artist likes these cacti so much and chose to create this image.
Prickly Pear Growing up in the desert southwest, I came to have a real love and respect for cacti. Out there we were surrounded by them everywhere, but one of the most common ones was the prickly pear (Opuntia spp.) since it grew wild and people also used it a lot for gardens. When our family moved to Oregon, the weather was far to wet for cacti, so when we moved to Florida and I began exploring…
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luveline · 7 months
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PLS PLS PLS IM ON MY KNEES what about Remus with a sunshine reader? Like she comes around and is just so chatty and energetic and a much needed change of pace for our brooding quiet boy
Remus takes his earphones out the moment he sees you, but that's his secret alone. You barrel through the atrium to drape yourself over Sirius’ shoulder, meeting his smirk with a genuinely ecstatic smile before looking up at the others. “Hello, my favourite boys. Did you get dinner yet?” 
“No, babe, we were waiting for you. Sit down,” Sirius says. 
You beam and make directly for the chair next to Remus, though you could've sat with Sirius, or a little ways across next to the girls. “Hey,” you say, like he's the only boy you've ever wanted to speak with. James makes a knowing face behind your back. “What are you having?” 
“Remus doesn't believe in canteen food,” James says.  
“No kidding,” you say, still smiling, not even slightly put off by this nor Remus’ passive expression. It's not that he doesn't like you, the opposite, he just has a headache and he hates uni. You make it easier, a light in the dark. “What's not to like? Three quid for a slice of burnt pizza or five for a bowl of metallicy pasta. You couldn't get it any better.” 
“We'll go up to town,” Sirius suggests with a chuckle.  
“Let's order a pizza or something, they'll deliver in here, won't they?” James asks. 
You focus on Remus. “You don't like anything at all? The curry and chips is nice enough.” 
“It's not for me.” 
You nod appreciatively and let your tote bag fall from your shoulder into the crook of your arm. You rifle around and pull out a tupperware full of cut fruit, slices of banana, strawberries, blueberries, what looks like circles of pear. “We can eat this.” 
Remus could say no. He can't decide what's worse, saying yes or no, that is until you open the lid and put it between you both, offering to Sirius and James as well, and suddenly it isn't awkward at all, just something you've done. The pads of your fingers turn pink with strawberry juice as you tell him, “I was gonna put some tangerine in here but I keep getting super sour ones.” 
“They're out of season,” he says, fingers brushing yours as he takes a slice of banana. He swears, it zings. 
“I should know that. You know everything.” You leave a little strawberry print on the back of his hand, unnoticed, and he knows he's fucked when he lets it dry there in the shape of your finger. 
Somewhere between fruit slices and your chatter your chair grows closer to his, your knee pressed to knee without remorse, your elbow a whisper from his as you lean back in your chair. “So, bad day?” you ask. 
“What makes you think that?” 
You tap the space between your brows. He registers the gesture, nearly misunderstands, but eventually he relaxes the set of his brow and his tensed jaw. It's actually a relief. He hadn't realised he was doing it. 
“There,” you say, still smiling softly. “That's better. You'll get a headache, you know?” You sound genuinely worried. “It's not good to be so tense.” 
“Thank you,” he says. James and Sirius order a pizza on speaker across from you both, and, for fear you've missed it, he adds, “Thanks.” 
You needle into him with your elbow gently. “You're welcome. You're handsome when you smile.” 
“Not like you,” he says, “you're brilliant.” 
Your teeth peek out. His chest lifts, you look that happy, and when he smiles back it doesn't feel nearly as taxing as it usually does. 
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