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doing research for ava pov in star wars au & personally attacked by the definition of yellow
#okay google#we get it the lovers are star-crossed the love is inevitable#bea & ava with their blue & yellow lightsabers looking ‘complementary’ 🥹#your honour is it gay to be colour co-ordinated?#avatrice star wars au#wn star wars au
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My most embarrassing thought is abt comparing hand sizes w/ leon while sitting in between his legs and him teasing me abt it >_<
#꒰͡ㅤbunny talkㅤ ͡꒱ㅤ#this iz so embarrassing#have u seen death island leons hands oh mygof#thiz is why its on my sideblog#not my main#okay google#how do i stop being like this abt this traumatized government agent#‧ ₊ ﹒ ୨ ♰ ୧ ﹒ ₊ ‧#꒰͡₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ leon ily#♡
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i love art thats silly and i love deep impactful meaningful art and i love the universal human desire to be something greater than ourselves and i love love and i want to love violently
#okay google#play townie by#mitski#i love love#rage and hatred#but make it tender#where my android people at#text post#monkey brain#fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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Okay Chrome.
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#i shouldn't feel or think as I am#god i do hate myself sometimes#alot#okay Google#how to stop feeling and thinking
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This Google Drive AI scraping bullshit actually makes me want to cry. My entire life is packed into Google Drive. All of my writing over the years, all of my academic documents, everything.
I’m just so overwhelmed with all the shit I’m going to have to move. I’m lucky to have Scrivener, but online data storage has been super important as I’ve had so many shitty computers, and the only reason I haven’t lost work is because Google Drive has been my backup storage unit.
My partner has recommended gitlab to move my files to - it seems useful, and I can try and explain more about what it is and how it works when I get more familiar with it. I’m unsure if it’s a text editor, or can work that way. He was explaining something about the version history that I don’t quite understand right now but might later. I’m just super overwhelmed and frustrated that this is the dystopia we live in right now.
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Life as a social worker can be extremely...interesting. And sometimes? Sometimes, we absolutely do not understand what your deal is. Like, at all.
Today, I met someone who has extreme environmental anxiety. Which, I'd hate to say, but that's a new one for me. And for the first time I just... didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to console them. I didn't really know how to help them. Honestly, I didn't even know how to be nice about it. Because that one? Yeah, that one I absolutely do not get. I don't understand how this anxiety works, why it is a thing and how someone even ends up with it.
So they were telling me all about their ailment and how they often just sit at home crying because our planet is dying, and the entire time I was just like:
But what to do? We live and we learn and that's exactly what I shall do until we meet again.
#back to the books folks#okay google#tell me all about environmental anxiety#and add some scientific books to the list please#you live and you learn#social work#social worker#environmental anxiety#anxiety#environment
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Legend has it if you listen to this soundcheck on repeat it will clear your skin, water your crops, and cure your depression. I hope this heals all of you like it has healed me.
#sleep token#vessel sleep token#vessel#song take me to church#take me to church#hozier#hozier cover#hozier take me to church#okay the caption is cheeky but this is pretty amazing#i wish the audio was better/longer but this was recorded outside a venue on a cellphone#the mp4 is in my google drive#in the rituals folder#it's literally a 30 second video of a wood door#but you can see the videographer get excited and thats kinda cute#because i'd be the same way fam#i wish i knew who actually recorded this so i could give proper credit#but its one of those things that's been passed around like crazy on the down-low#i know the person who *claims* to have recorded it is from ny or nj#so this might be from september 10th this past na rituals tour#i couldn't find this door on google maps#but i also couldn't get around to the back of the building to be 100% certain#i also tried checking union transfer the palladium and rams head live! but had no luck there either#if anyone has any more info on this soundcheck or the unedited video#(you can see and sort of hear it jump at the first “i'll tell you my sins”)#please please please tell me
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why is it that whenever I look up something distinguishing I do, the first result is autism
#I stg#every time#im like hmmm I do this....wonder if other people do this....#and google is like AUTISM!!! AUTISM!!! AUTISTIC!!!! YOU! YOU!!!! 👊👊👊#like okay I get it already
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I’m sure everyone remembers the article from 2020 where researches found three-ply cordage made by Neanderthals.^
But did you know that in the supplemental material for the article, it mentions that pine needles can be made into textiles?^^ As someone who works with textiles myself, I had come across pine needles as a dye stuff, but not as a fibre.
The source is listed as "L’acquisition des matières textiles d’origine végétale en Préhistoire" by Fabinne Médard. It talks about how other fibres, including brambles and broom could have been used prehistorically for a similar purpose, as well as flax. However, it contains only one metion of pine needles.
“Les aiguilles du pin sylvestre (Pinus sylvestris L.) fournissaient, après rouissage, une matière textile appelée « laine des forêts » qui remplaçait la ouate et l’étoupe dont on faisait également des tissus (Mathieu [1858] 1897)" *
The needles of the Scots pine (Pinus sylvestris L.) provided, after retting, a textile material called “forest wool” which replaced wadding and tow from which fabrics were also made.
So Scots pine needles were processed, spun and woven, or simply used directly after processing, potentially prehistorically.
If you follow the source for the quote above, it takes you to a book from 1860 called Flore forestière; description et histoire des végétaux ligneux qui croissent spontanément en France et des essences importantes de l'Algérie. It says:
“On fabrique depuis quelques années, avec les faisceaux fibreux, allongés, et tenaces des aiguilles, une espèce de drap grossier.” **
For several years, we have been making a kind of coarse cloth using the fibrous, elongated and stiff bundles of the needles.
So this processing of pine needles was also happening in the 1800s.
Another souce from the 1840s describes the texture of forest wool as resembling "...horsehair, and has been used for stuffing mattresses"** and that an industry sprung up in Humboldtsau, near Breslau for processing it. Manufacturies for forest wool then spread to Sweden, Holland and France, which may explain the mention in the 1860 Flore forestière.
Despite looking a bit more, but couldn't find much else on the subject expect a recent masters thesis in German (which I couldn't access) and an article on the designer Tamara Orjola.
Orjola's work investigates the modern use of pine needle fabric, showing there is still interest in it. She says:
"Forest Wool began with research on the forgotten value of plants. Valuable local materials and techniques are left behind due to the unwillingness of mass-production to adopt more sustainable practices. In the old days the pine tree was used as food, remedies, to build homes and furniture and for many other purposes. Nowadays, it is only valuable for its timber." ***
I find the line from prehistory to now facinating - that people have looked to something as mundane as a pine needle to spin, especially as researchers are discovering a lot of what they thought was linen fabric is actually ramie (from nettles).
As far as I can tell, only Pinus sylvestris L. and one other variety was used. I am not sure what makes that tree more suitable than other pine trees, or if it was simply a question of availability. In terms of processing, the answer as far as I can tell is retting, presumably followed by scutching and hackling - similar to how flax is processed. However I have not done that myself and cannot speak to the specifics.
It would be something intresting to try though.
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^ https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-020-61839-w#MOESM1
^^ https://static-content.springer.com/esm/art%3A10.1038%2Fs41598-020-61839-w/MediaObjects/41598_2020_61839_MOESM1_ESM.pdf
* https://journals.openedition.org/nda/602
** https://www.proquest.com/openview/276605d708970d416923b94e8856d20b/1?pq-origsite=gscholar&cbl=41445
*** https://lampoonmagazine.com/article/2021/05/15/recycled-wood-pine-needles-byproduct/
#fabric#history#i was consumed by the spirit of academia and could not stop reading french articles#please excuse the use of Google translate#my French is okay but not academic article good#it’s just a super interesting topic#the variety of plant fibres used for textiles is always larger than I think
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#johnshi#very sketchy#non translatable russian wordplay hahah#okay its very beautiful russian song but google translate it like shit…#maybe im hate myself for posting this shitty sketch
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FARSCAPE | 1.06 Thank God It's Friday, Again.
#I love this exchange so much specifically because it tells us a lot about how the translator microbes work. I mean. I highly doubt that – at#least at this point – john has ever discussed woodies with Aeryn.#But I can quite easily imagine that he’s at one point looked at some alien thing shuddered and gone ‘ugh. Gives me the willies.’#And since aeryn’s translator microbes picked that up and returned it with woody we can kind of see how they work.#It’s taken willie – a colloquial term for penis – and substituted it with another colloquial term for penis – woody.#The problem is that these terms both have connotations that the microbes don’t pick up on#hence the incorrect substitution.#However they do seem to do okay with homophones#presumably based on context.#It’s like how back in like 2012 if you typed a word into google translate that didn’t translate well#it would give you it’s best guess#and then if you translated it back it would just have a completely different meaning. Essentially translator microbes work probably as well#farscape#aeryn sun#claudia black#syfysource#cinematv#filmtvcentral#chewieblog#smallscreensource#usercreate#userthing#farscapeedit#john crichton#ben browder#farscape gifs#my gifs#claudia black gifs#dailytvwomen#popcultureds
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This is literally THEM ???
“Jazz?” “Jazz.”
“Really?” *giggles*
“Jazz is maybe one of the few style that I’m not a big fan of.”
#charlos#I am sorry I don’t know the couple but this is literally Charles and Carlos in that Ferrari video????#not their first met tho#okay I’ve just googled and I know the Jazz here means her name but still.. this convo makes me think of Charlos#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#c2
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Im a lot like Nick Nelson when he googled if he was bisexual-
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finally finished my Vaguely 80s Zombie Boy
#my art#tw gore#tw blood#queer horror#horror art#zombie art#the story behind this is that The Protagonist wakes up at 3 am from strange noises#goes outside with a flashlight and finds in his backyard This Guy#whos a talkative kind of undead#'you come here often gorgeous?'#and then they have gross gay sex#thats it#also the gore part is just vibes cause i was too lazy to google references#i know that he kinda looks like billy from st okay#I KNOW
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we need more puppy girl reader pls!!!
say less 🙏
1.4K- owner!price x chubby!puppygirl
TW- puppy play, degradation, cum play, exhibitionism(?), humiliation, sorry if you have a stuffed toy called 'fluffy,' general rough sex, HYBRID FIC, price is jealous over a stuffed bear,
owner!price who decides you’ve been so good recently, so good in fact that you deserve a treat.
he sees it when he’s in cue for petrol- a cute stuffed bear. soft brown fur, fuzzy ears and big eyes. just like his favourite pup.
when he first gives you the plush it’s innocent. you give it a dumb name, fluffy or something. he doesn’t pay much mind. all he cares about is how happy his pup is, tail wagging and excited yaps.
after days of being sidelined by some stupid ball of fluff, price starts to get jealous. he knows it’s irrational. the bear is just something you entertain yourself with when he can't, but jealousy still stirs in his gut.
it’s like fluffy glares triumphantly at him when you give him attention. price watches in envy as you lazily chew on its ears, nuzzle and lick its fur. all things you used to do to him.
one day, it gets too much for him. after a painful workday, all price wants is his sweet puppy girl. Instead, he walks into the house to see you cuddled up with the fucking bear. its beady eyes stared back into his as if saying, ‘ha-ha, she likes me more.’
he’s on you in an instant, ignoring your yelp as he pulls you up. price makes you kneel, pushing you back down when you try to get up.
“what, want your bear?” he scoffs at you, your brain still sleepy, trying to play catch up, “c'mon then, since you want it so much, ride it.”
it takes you a moment to process what he’s saying. ride it? Ride Fluffy? but he’s your bear- soft, warm and plush. he’s a toy, but not that kind of toy.
before you can even reply, price grips your jaw with one of his big hands. his skin is rough and calloused, almost scratchy as he manhandles you.
“are you deaf pup? or perhaps you think you only take orders from the fucking bear now?” price shakes your face side to side to catch your attention, “disobedient fucking mutt, don’t even know who your owner is.”
he kicks apart your knees, creating space for him to shove the bear between them. “go on. ride it. hump it like the desperate thing you are.” he takes a step back, arms crossed as he glares down at you.
Price scoffs when you start rolling your hips. His eyes analyse you, how your back arches, how your eyes screw shut, how your lips part as you whine. all while you grind down on your beloved plush.
“yeah… bet it feels good, huh? making your dumb puppy-cunt feel tingly?” the man sits back on one of the couches, lighting a cigar as he watches. “tell me pup, does it feel better than me? do you like riding the bear more than my cock?”
you whine, hips bucking at his growly voice. as you speed up, price laughs. he relaxes on the couch, cigar smoke filling the air, making you dizzy. tells you when to speed up or to slow down. when to grind harder or softer. directs you as if you’re making him a personal porno.
“ah, now look at that.” he stands, setting his cigar down on an ashtray. walking to you, he crouches down, “now pup, look at what you’ve done.”
he pulls the bear plush from between your legs, holding it up. it’s drenched in your slick, fur glistening. “poor Fluffy, you’ve made him a mess.” he sighs, throwing it on the ground, “dirty pup. can’t control yourself can you?” you shake your head, shaky hands reaching for him while you babble.
his eyes scan over your body as you cling to him. ears low as your thighs tremble. you yap and whine at him- something about how it wasn’t enough, you didn’t cum, to please let you cum.
Price sighs as if you’re an inconvenience. his eyes linger on your cunt. its dripping with slick, puffy and flushed from all the friction. he meets your gaze. melting at your teary, desperate expression. he doesn’t show it, instead reaching out, repositioning you. your back meets the hardwood, legs forced apart as he slots between them.
price doesn’t even look at you, his eyes trained on your cunt. his fingers poke and prod, parting your lips to watch your clit twitch when exposed. your hips buck as you squirm, causing a hand to grip your thigh and still you.
“such a desperate bitch,” his eyes finally meet yours as he slaps the inside of your thigh, “maybe i should get you a stud, hm? give you to some mutt, let him fuck you? then you’ll know how good i am to you pup.” his fingers start rubbing slow circles on your clit, “simon tells me his mutt is always full of energy. if you get this wet grinding, you’ll be yowling around that pups knot.”
prices eyes dart away from yours, ignoring your babbles as he continues to inspect your cunt. he slides a finger in, eyebrows furrowing. his other hand leaves your thigh, slapping your clit. he lets out shuddering breath as your warm, wet walls clench around hisi finger, his dick twitching.
“getting this fucking wet and loose over that thing?” he glances to the soaked bear, “need to teach you a fucking lesson. who your cunt is supposed to get wet for”
he pulls out, using the hand on your thigh to flip you over. he pulls your ass flush against his hips, a hand in your hair to force your upper body down. the bear lays just in front of you.
he audibly scoffs when you reach out for it, bringing it close for comfort. price pulls your tail, making you instinctively arch your back. he grinds your hips back on him, groaning. “shh, keep fucking still.” he grunts, rutting his clothed dick into you
it takes only seconds for your dripping holes to wet his jeans. even less time for him to unbutton his pants and shove his boxes down. with his cock now free, he thrusts between your thighs.
your slick acts as lube as he fucks the fat flesh of your thighs. “bloody fucking hell.” he growls. his dick just barely pokes out the other side, your thick flesh completely consuming him.
price angels himself, now nudging your clit with every thrust. you whine and squirm pathetically beneath him, back arching as he spanks your ass. he uses the hand in your hair to shove your face into the toy bear, forcing you to inhale the scent of your own slick.
you beg and whine into the plush, your voice now muffled. he continues, not giving in and fucking your cunt, grinning as you start to sob. he presses your face harder against the bear, fucking your thighs the same he would your cunt. his hips slam against your ass, stinging the flesh and making it flush.
within minutes, price cums all over your thighs. thick globs spill down the front of them onto the floor. as he pulls away, he pulls you with him- the hand in your hair forcing you onto your knees.
“look at the mess you’ve made,” he scolds, free hand circling your clit. the bear lays discarded on the floor, stuffing now soaked with drool and slick. there’s a puddle of his cum on the ground, mixing with your fluids. he ignores your babbles as you cry about not cumming, instead he pushing your face to the ground.
“i’ve taught you better than this, love. you know better than to make a mess without cleaning it.” price shoves your cheek into the puddle of his cum, the now cold liquid smearing across your face, “once you’ve cleaned up your mess, ill clean you.”
he lets you up. his hand trailing along your body to your cunt, slipping two fingers in, finally giving you what you’ve been begging for. “might even make you cum, hm?” he slowly thrusts his fingers, “ that floor better be fucking sparkling by the time i come back.” as he pulls out, he slaps your ass agiain. a sadistic smirk spreads over his face as he gets up, taking his cigar with him as he leaves.
tonight you’ll definitely be clinging to him, and not that fucking bear plush.
#mw2 smut#price x chubby!puppygirl#price x reader#price x reader smut#john price x reader#john price smut#price x female reader#fem reader#female reader#mw smut#THIS CAME TO ME IN A FEVER DREAM#price x puppygirl#im sorry if you named your plus teddy#I JUST GOOGLED NAMES AND PICKED ONE#anyways i hope this is okay#havent written in AGES
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