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happygirl2oo2 · 6 months

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Every reference I could find to Sherlock's love of bees in Elementary, organized by episode number

season 1 episode 1:

Watson, walking onto the Brownstone's rooftop to find Sherlock and surprised to see beehives there next to him: "Um, did you know that honey was dripping through the ceiling?" Sherlock, sitting and looking at his beehives: "Yes. Happens sometimes." Watson: "I take it beekeeping is a hobby." Sherlock: "I'm writing a book. Practical Handbook of Bee Culture with Some Observations Upon the Segregation of the Queen. Up here. I've just started Chapter 19."

season 1 episode 5:

Sherlock, explaining how he knows someone: "We frequent the same beekeeping chat room. He has an impressive collection of Caucasians. Species of bee."

season 1 episode 7:

Watson: "There was a client back here a little while ago who was also interested in beekeeping." Edson: "Sure. You mean Sherlock."

season 1 episode 9:

*Sherlock is wearing a shirt with the writing “Bee 92” on it*

season 1 episode 12:

Sherlock: "Our six weeks together are very nearly up, Watson. In a matter of days, your room will be vacant. I'm very seriously considering turning it into one large apiary."

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M, about Sherlock torturing him: "You figured out where you're gonna start yet?" Sherlock, looking over his table of torture devices that he brought that is shown to include a few beehives: "I have not. I had hoped to use the bees in some fashion, but then it occurred to me you might be allergic."

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Sherlock: "Watson, what is it?" Watson: "I called your father last night. Given everything that's happened, I recommended staying on longer." Sherlock: "And?" Watson: "He agreed." Sherlock: "I suppose the apiary will have to wait."

season 1 episode 17:

Crabtree: "Delivery for you, Mr. Holmes." Sherlock: " Thank you, Crabtree, but I'm afraid I c… Oh, my God. Is that…?" Watson: "A bee in a box? Yes, it is. Fairly unimpressive as far as bribes go." Sherlock: "Not if you're an apiculturist. That's an Osmia avosetta. Solitary bee famed for building exquisite nests from flower petals. It's on the verge of extinction. Crabtree, this is exquisite. I cannot accept it. Please, tell Mr. Lydon not to contact me again."

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[BEE BUZZING] Watson: "Hey, why do you have the box with the bee in it?" Sherlock: "We took Gerald Lydon's case." Watson: "We did?" Sherlock: "Well, frankly I couldn't say no to him. It would have felt like denying a dying man his last wish. We are taking this home, and then we are going to the genetics lab which confirmed his diagnosis."

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Sherlock: "Close that door immediately!" Watson: "What's up? Sherlock: "I was examining the Osmia avosetta that Gerald Lydon gave me and it got loose." Watson: "Oh, so there's an almost-extinct bee flying around in here?" Sherlock: "Yes, and I would rather it didn't get out."

season 1 episode 19:

Miss Hudson, to Sherlock: "Oh, and I stacked your monographs that you wrote on your desk. I liked the one about queen bees."

season 1 episode 20:

Sherlock: "Another reason to dislike Milverton. He keeps cats." Watson, sarcastically: "Well, he should get himself a real pet, like a beehive." *Sherlock gives her a look*

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[CELL PHONE RINGING] Sherlock, answering his phone: "Brownstone is on fire, my bees have escaped, and there is a giant comet headed for Manhattan." Watson: "Excuse me?" Sherlock: "The way the evening is going, I thought you could only be calling with more good news."

season 1 episode 21:

Sherlock: "What kind of an allergy requires a medical alert bracelet?" Watson: "Uh, anything that could bring on anaphylactic shock, certain foods, medicine, insect bites." Sherlock: " Exactly. A moment ago, I could have sworn I saw an Africanized honeybee." Watson: "How do you "Africanize" something?" Sherlock: "It's a term to describe a particularly aggressive species. It's odd to… Odd to see them here. They're not native to New York. It's almost as if someone has placed it here on a route known to be frequented by Hillary Taggart." Watson: "So you think he's planning a murder by bee?" Sherlock: "The hive will be facing southeast in dappled sunlight with minimal wind. And here they are, newly formed and flourishing. Oh, yes. And here is the food source. Someone's feeding them sugar water so they multiply even faster." Watson: "Well, it's pretty baroque way to kill someone, isn't it? I mean, cultivate bees, feed them, and then poke the hive with a stick every time Hillary Taggart runs by?" Sherlock: "Well, he might be planning to swipe her with lemongrass oil beforehand, make sure they're attracted to her. It's actually quite a tidy plan. You know, she flees, bees sting-- tragic accident." Watson: "If she's that allergic to bee stings, then she's gonna have an EpiPen." Sherlock: "Well, an EpiPen would work against one or two stings, but how effective is it gonna be against an army of bee assassins?" Watson: "If the man we are looking for is feeding these bees, he's gonna have to come here eventually." Sherlock: "Yeah. Quite soon, I'd imagine, 'cause the sugar water's getting low." Watson: "Ugh, great. So we get to stake out a hive of killer bees."

season 1 episode 24:

[Watson walks onto the brownstone's rooftop to find Sherlock sitting and looking at his beehives with a magnifying glass] Sherlock: "Do you remember the rare bee I was given for proving that Gerald Lydon had been poisoned?" Watson: "The bee in the box, sure." Sherlock: "Osmia avoseta is its own species, which means it should not be able to reproduce with other kinds of bees. And yet, nature is infinitely wily." Watson: "So box bee got another bee pregnant?" Sherlock: "Quite so. Which means, they should be reclassified as an entirely new species. First newborn of which… is about to crawl its way into sunlight." Watson: "Oh, my God." Sherlock: "As the discoverer of the species, the privilege of naming the creatures falls to me. Allow me to introduce you to Euglassa Watsonia." Watson, surprised and then touched: You named a bee after me? You named a bee after me." Sherlock: "Should be dozens more within the hour. If you'd like, I could come and get you once they're all here. Watson: "That's all right. I think I'll just watch."

season 2 episode 12:

[sherlock is shown taking a box out of his beehive]

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Watson: "You didn't show me these letters. You hid them in a beehive."

and

[sherlock is shown taking the box back into his beehive]

season 3 episode 10:

Barbara: "Barbara Conway. I'm senior vice president of…" Sherlock: "Senior vice president of AgriNext's GMO research division. Quite the corporate monstrosity, AgriNext, hmm? In addition to your dominance in agricultural industries, there is powerful evidence to suggest that your neonicotinoid insecticides are the culprits in the ongoing bee genocide known as colony collapse disorder. Would you care to comment on that?" Barbara: "When you told my assistant you had some questions, was that just a lie to get in and harass me?" Sherlock: "Ms. Conway, are you familiar with the name Clay Dubrovensky?" Barbara: "No." Sherlock: "What about the Wutai Pingtung orchid?" Barbara: "I'm sorry. What?" Sherlock: "You are very good at feigning innocence. Perhaps it's all that lying about the bees."

season 3 episode 11:

Watson: "Can you imagine how she feels when she looks at it?" Sherlock: "I have done. Repeatedly. My name is Sherlock, and I have allowed empathetic thoughts to clutter my mind and reduce the clarity of my perception." Watson: "So you called in the bees to crowd out caring." Sherlock: "To no avail."

season 3 episode 14:

Mr. Joseph: "Mr. Holmes, thank you for agreeing to see me. We've actually met before-- sort of." Sherlock: "You're BeeBeeKing17." Mr. Joseph: "I am. (chuckles) You're a detective. I know from your posts. I have a bit of a problem…" Sherlock: "I'm gonna stop you right there, Mr. Joseph. I can't help you." Mr. Joseph: "You don't know what I'm asking." Sherlock: "I don't need to. In the four years I've frequented your Web site, I've sent you no fewer than 13 letters detailing my proposed solutions to the phenomenon known as colony collapse disorder. You have sent me exactly zero replies." Mr. Joseph: "You know how much correspondence I get?" Sherlock: "I've got no idea. I do know, however, that mine is backed by quality thinking. If you'd bothered to find that out, you wouldn't find yourself without a detective in your hour of need." Mr. Joseph: "Is there some way that I can make this up to you?" Sherlock: "I suppose, if you were to publish my theories on gamma rays as a potential solution to CCD, then I might be able to hear you out." Mr. Joseph: "Gamma rays? They… they've worked in a couple instances, but they… they don't scale as an answer. They're too dangerous. You give John Q. Beekeeper access to gamma rays, he'll melt his face off." Sherlock: "A fact I addressed in my most recent letter." Mr. Joseph: "Fine. Yeah, I'll put it on the site." Sherlock: "I also require that you change your online user name. The cheap punnery of "BeeBeeKing17" is offensive to musicians and apiarists alike. You'll make the change?" Mr. Joseph: "I guess." Sherlock: "Good. So what seems to be the problem?"

season 3 episode 20:

Sherlock (on the other line of the phone): "Watson, you still over there?" Watson: "Yes, I'm still here, because I can't go home, because of you. Why did you bring the bees in the house anyway?" Sherlock, shown to be standing in their kitchen while wearing his beekeeper suit and surrounded by bees: "Varroa mites are a pernicious threat to the colony. I intended a thorough inspection, as well as an application of baker's sugar as a preventative measure. My thoughts were concerned with colony collapse. I failed to see the more urgent threat of table collapse." Watson: "Wait a second. You're not talking about my table, are you? The one that I bought for my apartment?" Sherlock: "Two hours should be sufficient to return the hive to stasis. I'll be in touch."

season 3 episode 23 (the entire episode but especially):

Unnamed cop: "If you guys work for the USDA, why didn't you just say so?" Watson: "We don't. My partner's on a beekeeping message board with a few of their researchers. They asked us to come and have a look, since it's one of their colleagues that died."

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Sherlock: "You might want to tell your colleague that the apiarist is not a strong suspect. Unnamed cop: "The hell she isn't. She was the only other person out here when this thing happened." Sherlock: " And as far as Watson and I have been able to discern, utterly devoid of any motive-- unlike the soulless corporate golem that is AgriNext." Unnamed cop: "You think a company did this?" Sherlock: "It wouldn't be the first time they'd harbored a killer." Watson: "He's right-- we found one there a few months ago. So what makes you think they did this?" Sherlock: "Elevated levels of Colony Collapse Disorder along the Northeast." Watson: "You putting that on AgriNext, too?" Sherlock: "Everett Keck did. His notes strongly suggest that the company's neonicotinoid pesticides are the cause." Unnamed cop: "So this guy was killed over some dead bees?" Sherlock: "A hundred million dead bees. The regional numbers are so anomalous that an international apiary summit has been convened at Garrison University to discuss the problem this week. Everett Keck's notes suggest he was willing to cut short that debate and lay the blame squarely at the feet of AgriNext."

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Watson: "Oh… Looks like you opened up a satellite office for the Department of Agriculture in here." Sherlock: "25,000 species of bee-- always much to learn." Watson: "Well, if you're planning on picking up where Keck left off, it might be nice to solve his murder first."

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Watson: "So you think that Keck tried to kill his boss to cover up poisoning a few bee hives?" Sherlock: "More than a few. I've come to believe that Everett Keck was not just studying Colony Collapse Disorder. Everett Keck was Colony Collapse Disorder incarnate. You might recall my recent concern over varroas in my own hives. These fears were born out of rumblings on BeeCircuit.com. Most of the talk on the spike of this season's colony death rate centered around the spread of deadly mites." Watson: "Okay, but I thought Keck was gonna prove it was pesticides. Sherlock: "That's what his note suggested. That's what he intended to report, but the data suggests that the parasites were appearing in greater than expected numbers everywhere he went." Watson: "You did all this overnight? Sherlock: "You know I outsource arithmetic to Harlan. Okay, so, that's Keck. And there are three other ASI researchers. He found more mites than the others. Many more. According to Harlan, the variance between Keck and his colleagues cannot be explained away by known confounds. The odds that Mr. Keck was not actively spreading varroa mites everywhere he went approaches one in 29,000." Watson: "So, there isn't a spike in Colony Collapse Disorder after all." Sherlock: "Every dead hive is a tragedy. But outside of one nefarious USDA field researcher, no, the CCD baseline would not be inflated at all." Watson: "Why would he do something like this?" Sherlock: "I don't know. I'm fairly certain, however, he had help. The heart attack that almost killed Calvin Barnes occurred whilst Mr. Keck was doing his rounds in Connecticut." Watson: "He had a partner." Sherlock: "We've solved one murder. Now we just have the remaining 100 million."

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Tara Parker: "No. No way. You can't just write off a global issue because one guy went on a bee-killing spree." Sherlock: "I share your concerns about Colony Collapse Disorder writ large, I do. I have hives of my own. But your degree is in entomology, and, uh, the mathematicians have spoken."

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Sherlock, excitingly surprised: "His Highness Sheik Nasser Al-Fayed is making an appearance?" Tara Parker: "Supposedly." Sherlock, explaining to Watson: "Nasser is an emir. He's a member of the royal family of Al Qasr in the United Arab Emirates. He's a black sheep. He's not trusted with state business, like his brothers." Griffin Parker, to which Sherlock is shown nodding in approvement: "He's also got the most expensive apiary on the planet. State-of-the-art hives." Sherlock: "He's a recluse. Rumors on BeeCircuit.com are that he never leaves his family's estate." Griffin Parker: "Well, I wouldn't, either. He has almost 1,000 species."

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Sherlock: "I'm friendly with the moderator of BeeCircuit.com. You deleted your private messages, but he was able to dredge these off the server."

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Sherlock: "You got away with kidnapping the sheik. You won't get away with what you did to Calvin Barnes. Or millions of bees."

season 4 episode 13:

Trent Garby: "I moved out because of you two. I couldn't take it anymore. The weird noises, the strange smells, the explosions, and the damn bees on the roof."

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Watson: "Robert Frost said that fences make good neighbors. But maybe that's because there wasn't sound-dampening insulation back then. Since you are rebuilding anyway, we can have it installed for you as a belated housewarming gift. So a quieter home for you, and a neighbor who knows what he's getting into for us." Trent Garby: "You don't even know me." Watson: "We'd like to." Trent Garby: "All right. When I get the insurance settlement, I'll let you know." Watson, giving him a jar of honey: "This is from Sherlock. He wants you to know that bees can be good neighbors, too."

season 4 episode 23:

Bell: "We think he crossed with Krasnov, who was there to steal a barrel of pesticide. There's one missing." Watson: "Clothianidin is used to treat corn crops. I've heard Sherlock rail against the stuff. It's bad for bees. But it is good for explosives."

season 4 episode 24:

Morland, looking at Sherlock's hives: "They stay here even during winter, do they not?" Sherlock: "Excuse me?" Morland: " The bees. This is their home… rain or shine." Sherlock: "Yes, let's talk about bees, instead of the execution you just carried out in Yonkers."

season 5 episode 21:

Sherlock: "You might not know what Mr. Leroux looks like, but I assure you, those photographs of you showing my friend around will have the FBI and Interpol swarming your property like bees."

season 6 episode 8:

Kelsey: "I'm sorry if that sounds judgmental, but… judging you is kind of the whole point of this trip." Watson: "It's okay. I mean, you have to go through your process, right?" Kelsey: "Am I crazy, or did I see a bunch of beehives on your roof?"

season 6 episode 17:

Watson: "He named an inchworm after her?" Sherlock: "It’s not uncommon for scientists to name species after people they care for or admire. I named a honeybee after you. But I, of course, was honoring my work partner."

season 6 episode 18:

Sherlock: "We need to talk about what happens after I die." [cut to them now in the kitchen, with Watson holding a pile of pages] Watson, reading the title: "“The Last Will and Testament of Sherlock Holmes”?" Sherlock: "According to Mr. Horowitz, in three days' time, I am to be riddled with bullets by an unknown assailant in an unnamed part of the city. While I doubt that will happen, reading it did remind me that you should have a copy of the appropriate paperwork to ensure a smooth probate." Watson: "You didn't write all this up today." Sherlock: "No, I wrote it several years ago when we formalized our partnership. I just didn't give you a copy." Watson: "Am I reading this right? You left me everything?" Sherlock: "You're surprised?" Watson: "Uh… I guess I'm touched. Sherlock: " There are some directives in the back that you should review. Watson: "Instructions on what to do with your cerebellum? Sherlock: "Mmm. Also my bees. They will need a proper home."

season 6 episode 21:

Sherlock, walking into the room to find Watson filming a close video of his bees while playing a loud song: "Something I should know?" Watson: "Everyone got back to us while you were out. They said they would look into Agent Mallick if I gave them an up-close view of one of your beehives and put this song on repeat. I mean, I had to get movers to get it down here, but at least we did not have to humiliate ourselves this time." Sherlock: "Oh, you've been humiliated. You just don't realize it. One of the founding fathers of Everyone, StingSquat, is an admitted melissophiliac. He's aroused by bees. You just arranged a sex show with a cast of thousands."

season 7 episode 13:

Sherlock, sounding touched, after seeing that his hives are still in the brownstone after his years away: "You kept the bees." Watson: "I thought Arthur might find them interesting. Plus, the free honey.

#dude really loves his bees huh #cbs elementary #elementary #elementary sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #sherlock and watson #joan and sherlock #joan watson #johnny lee miller #lucy lui #kitty winter #you named a bee after me #he named a bee after her #bees #save the bees

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 9: Bees

Content warning: lots of bees

“If you're fast enough, you’ll find them alive,” Whumper had said from inside their cell, voice dripping with smug mockery. “If they behave, that is.”

Caretaker hadn’t taken the words seriously. They hadn’t had time, not when Whumpee was still missing. They were too focused scouring Whumper’s property, every inch of the sprawling, rural plot of land, to be bothered with the nonsense words of a monster.

They’d been desperate in their search, manically rushing through every shed and enclosure, opening every door. Anything that wasn’t Whumpee didn’t matter, unnecessary detail that left their attention no sooner than it entered it. So when they’d found the boarded door in the barn, their attention had been squarely on breaking in. They didn’t give the large crate sitting in the corner a second thought.

Leader had thought better. The moment they’d walked into the barn, they froze, staring at the crate.

“What are you doing?” frustration had lanced Caretaker’s words, but they didn’t move to stop Leader from approaching the crate. It looked like a shipment crate, probably used to deliver some sort of machinery. It seemed entirely, unremarkably, normal.

The look of concentration stopped Caretaker from saying as such. They watched, consern growing, as Leader pressed an ear to the crate.

“There’s bees in this,” Leader finally spoke, a look of mounting horror on their face.

“Um. Yeah, I can hear them,” the insets buzzed lazily in and out of the barn, a constant hum in the air. It was another small detail Caretaker had ignored. They didn’t know why it mattered.

Leader had run off before explaining themselves. Mere minutes later they returned, clumsily stuffing themselves in a beekeeping suit.

“Here,” Leader didn’t give them time to speak. They tossed something to Caretaker, and they grabbed it out of the air on instinct. It was a second suit

“Leader, what–”

“I figured out what Whumper meant.”

Caretaker’s heart leapt into their throat. “You know where they are?!”

Leader nodded shakily, pointing to the crate. “The box has a hive in it.”

“I know! Why does that matter?!”

“And there’s no reason for Whumper to keep a bee infested crate in their barn. We didn’t see any other beehives here, and had beekeeping suits. New ones. The bees are here intentionally,” words spilled from their lips, clipped and near frantic, as if they were putting the pieces together faster than they could speak. “They said Whumpee would be safe if they behaved. Whumpee has a bee allergy.”

Caretaker’s blood went cold. They rushed to throw the suit on.

Mere minutes later, Caretaker was watching with growing dread as Leader prepared to open the crate. On further inspection, it wasn’t the simple box Caretaker had mistaken it for. It was built like a chest, the lid connected to a hinge that allowed easy access to the contents inside. It opened without trouble.

The first thing Caretaker saw were the bees. Hundred of them, dripping from the lid of the crate as Leader opened it. They fell in clumps back into the crate, dripping down almost like a fluid. the buzzing in the barn becoming deafening

But Caretaker couldn’t focus on that. They could only focus on the human body curled at the bottom of the crate.

Whumpee’s body was curled into a fetal position. Thick straps forced their knees to their chest, a thick layer of duct tape forcing their arms behind their back. They were still wearing the clothing they’d been taken in, a comfortable pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt.

Their only protection was a medical mask strapped to their face. The tube led out of the crate from a hole near the bottom. Numbly, Caretaker realized that Whumper must have been feeding them though it.

They were covered in bees. They moved alongside their body, brushing against bare skin, tangling in their hair, slipping in and out of their clothing. None of them seemed bothered by Whumpee’s presence, as if they were simply another aspect of the hive’s architecture.

They’d built their hive around Whumpee. Yellow and white globs of wax, rows of geometric holes, surrounded them on all sides. Caretaker could see where they’d begun building combs on Whumpee, that same waxy film beginning to form on their leg.

Whumpee didn’t respond when the crate opened. Their eyes were squeezed shut, body tense and entirely still. They did not move, even as the bees began scrambling against their exposed skin.

Caretaker didn’t dare speak, didn’t dare move, even if they wanted nothing more than to pull Whumpee out. They were frozen in place.

There wasn’t a single mark on Whumpee’s skin. Their face awasn’t swollen and agitated, eyes not wide with panic as their throat squeezed shut. There was no hint of allergic reaction Caretaker had feared. Whumpee was still, alive, breathing shallowly in the hive. They hadn’t been stung.

They’d behaved, and so they were alive. Just like Whumper had said. That could change if Caretaker acted too quickly.

They watched as Leader carefully, slowly, returned the lid onto the crate.

“We–,” they swallowed thickly, a tremor in their voice Caretaker had never heard before. “I think we’re going to need some help. Do…do you know where Whumpee keeps their Epipens?

#febuwhump #febuwhump day 9 #febuwhump 2024 #whumpee #caretaker #captivity whump #i am Not a bee expert this is probably not scientifically accurate #im also not a bee allergy expert so there's that #whump #my stuff #whumplr

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writergeekrhw · 11 months

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Hi!

First off all I just wanted to say I love Elementary so much, its the only show I ever bought dvds for and I still rewatch it from time to time. Its like thee cozy crime/this is my tv home show! Also the choice for Sherlock to be a beekeeper in New York led me to do beekeeping in the suburbs for a solid 5 years so thank you for that detail!

With that in mind, how was working with the beehives? Where did they come from? Were the bees crawling up out of their cells at the end of season one real or some kind of...robot/cgi maybe? (Having just read about the 3 clives I realize that could bee the case)

I was never in New York when they shot the bees, but they weren't a constant presence. We only used them at the rooftop location, which was in Long Island City somewhere I think. (I never went there). The hives themselves were props. The bee shots were either inserts, stock which we bought, or, in some cases, CGI. I don't think we ever used real bees, but I'm not 100% sure.

#ask me anything #tv writing #ask me stuff #cbs elementary #elementary #bees

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mtaartsdesign · 8 months

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Spend World Honeybee Day at 9 Av (D) station in Brooklyn, where Christopher Russell’s “Bees for Sunset Park” (2012) imagines the station as a kind of beehive, a center of activity. The historic building with its central entrance and peaked roof evokes the feeling of a beehive, inspired by the Arts and Crafts style. During the Arts and Crafts period, popular design motifs included the bee, the hive, and honeycomb. Incorporating this imagery, Russell designed two sets of cast bronze gates and finials for the fences that surround the open spaces at each side of the station. These monumental honeycombs are populated by equally magnified bees depicted in crowds. The cells of the honeycomb are open, allowing light to pass through and emphasizing the phenomenal hexagonal pattern.

Photos: Stefan Hagen

#mtaarts #publicart #permanent art #metal

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foulbearobservation · 8 months

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The possibilities of Lilith being able to talk inside Camila’s head and making her feel so much when she touches her are endless and I’m dying here

"Stop thinking so loud."

Lilith's voice, echoing only in her mind in the predawn hours, makes Camila reach over and slap the other woman ineffectually. "Stop listening to my thoughts, weirdo."

The faintest ghost of a smile as Lilith catches Camila's hand, presses a kiss into the soft part of her wrist. "I'm not listening, it's just that you get buzzy when you're nervous."

"Nervous? I'm not nervous!" Camila says, ignoring anxiety that's been building in her gut all morning.

A scoff, a soft bite to the inside of her wrist. "Of course, and I'm Joan of Arc. I can't hear your thoughts but you sound like a beehive."

Camila rolls over, looking at Lilith for the first time in the pre dawn light. Lilith lays back relaxed, one hand propping herself up, the other lazily manipulating Camila's hand into position to receive a series of soft kisses. "I feel like you're being too calm about this."

Lilith stalls, mouth hovering over an old scar, one Camila gave herself when she was learning to shoot a crossbow. "Why should I not be calm?" A glint of mischief alights in her eyes. "You pretty much fucked all other emotions out of me."

Camila takes her hand out of Lilith's grip to slap at her chest again. Lilith lets her chew on her thoughts a while longer. Camila's eyes skate around the room, her cell, technically.

She'd thought the term was funny, at first, because Cat's Cradle was the first time she ever felt truly free.

But.

In light of what she and Lilith have done, it sort of feels like the walls are closing in on her. She's been disowned by everyone she's ever loved, she doesn't know if she could take it if Mother Superion—

A sharp bite to her wrist brings her back to the bed, where she lays half on top of another woman, fully naked, after having some truly mind blowing sex. In a church. Where she is a nun.

It doesn't help the anxiety, actually.

She gets why Lilith called her a beehive.

A hand comes up, taps on The Cross and brings her fully back to the present.

"Breathe with me." Lilith's voice comes not through her ears, but through that buried connection between them. Her hand falls to Lilith's sternum, which rises and falls with even breaths.

"Lily I—"

"Don't worry about it right now," Lilith purrs, "just let me take care of you."

Lilith's hands skate their way carefully down Camila's body and Camila reacts by burying her head into Lilith's neck. In a way it's only fair, if Lilith plays her like a fiddle using her neck then she can definitely do it in return.

She melts like this, lured back down to something resembling calm by the other woman.

Lilith's long fingers splay out over her stomach. "Don't toy with me Lilith."

"I would never." Lilith's almost affronted voice rumbles at the back of her neck. "I would never toy with you."

Those damned long fingers stay stationary as Lilith continues. "I was simply going to say that you look gorgeous like this, hovering over me."

Camila rolls her eyes. "Charmer." She responds out loud, too keyed up to properly think about how the fuck Lilith is doing this right now.

Lilith's eyes gleam. "I want to test something."

"oh you're a scientist now?"

A truly spectacular roll of her eyes. "I want you to sit on my face while I sweet talk you," she gestures vaguely between their heads, "through the bond or whatever we're calling it."

Camila arches an eyebrow. "And you want to see what you can do when your mouth is... otherwise occupied?"

A full blown grin now. "I want to see how hard I can make you come by talking to you like you want me too."

"Jesus Christ"

"I thought you didn't want to bring up that guy right now."

A fond eye roll. "Don't you have better things to be doing with your mouth right now?"

#this is not what you asked for but it's what you're getting #camilith

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 1 month

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The Real Winter Soldier, Part Two

Winter is restless and needy, and takes advantage of having the Lieutenant's private number. Prompts met; ‘Accidental Pornomancer’ - @multifandom-flash (Beehive); ‘It’s a little bit nipply out’ (Alternate), ‘Drunk-Sexting’ – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Denial’, ‘Drunken Confession’, ‘Playing With Their Hair’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); “Shut up and take your pants off.” – @anyfandomgoesbingo Kink Edition. CW: Smut, Breeding kink, Dom/Sub dynamic

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It took less than a week for me to make use of the eleven digits that had been scrawled on the back of my unused questionnaire.

I’d started staring at it only two days later. He’d caught my wrist as I’d gone to leave, pulling himself half-upright to meet my gaze, slipping the sheet of paper from the side table and into my hand.

“Let’s do this again. Off the clock.”

I’d left it in my jacket for those two days, hanging on the back of the door, my fingers brushing the leather thoughtfully each time I passed. It then graduated to my kitchen counter, and then to my coffee table. It was there that I sat with it between my forearms, one hand curled around my eighth glass of Asgardian ale, the other clutching my cell phone uncertainly.

I’d told myself time and again that visiting Innominate – that casual sex in general - was a one-time thing. I told myself I’d never so much as look at his number again, let alone key it into my phone.

It was around the sixth glass of the liquor intended for gods that began to strip away my denial, right along with my sober restraint.

Exhaling shakily, I pulled my cell closer, not needing to spare a glance at the sheet to type in the numbers – I’d spent enough time staring at the scratchy script that I now knew the digits better than my own.

‘Ready for round two?’

I could only stare uselessly at the screen as seconds ticked into minutes, my despair mounting as it neared half an hour of silence.

Has he changed his mind? Did I wait too long – does he regret giving me his number now? Was I such a disappointment that-

My cell buzzed in my hand and I jerked in surprise, the motion sending my phone skidding over the wood and me scrabbling after it.

‘God, yes. But I’m working until 6am. I can come by after. Does that work for you?’

A fizz of anticipation and anxiety settled immediately in my lower abdomen, a grin plastered across my face as I typed out my response.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what, Soldier?’

Shivering with delight, I pressed my thighs together instinctively, closing my eyes for a heartbeat before replying.

‘Yes, Lieutenant.’

We texted throughout the night as the alcohol left my system, interrupted only once by him being requested by a patron. Despite myself, a bubble of jealousy sat in my chest, knowing he was busy with someone else. It was his job, and it wasn’t like we had any specific attachment to one another that gave me any right to an opinion about his occupation.

It was only a job, after all.

But that revelation sent me down an entirely new spiral – was I just a job? He’d given me his personal number – but who’s to say he didn’t do that with everyone? Maybe he did the job simply for the joy of it, and not for the money, so was just as willing to do it for free?

Why the hell did I message him?

My phone lit up in front of me, and I glanced at it uncertainly, my anxiety now outweighing my excitement without the alcohol to buoy me.

‘I’m leaving work. I’ll be there in twenty minutes… Use the time to decide what exactly it is you want me to do to you. I want you squirming and soaked by the time I arrive.’

A soft whine crept between my teeth at his authoritative manner, and I obeyed without thinking, my breath steadying with the freedom given through obeying orders. Having a plan set for me – a preordained way to proceed – quieted my mind, my head reclining as my eyes closed.

I was disturbed from my daydreams by a soft rapping at my door, sending me scrabbling to my feet in excited panic.

He was stood with one hand in his jeans pocket, a jacket slung over his shoulder and a cocky smile on his face. “Hello again, Soldier,” he purred, stepping closer, eyes locked on mine intensely. “It’s a bit nipply out here… Are you going to let me in, or do I need to make you?”

I smirked briefly at the term before my mouth dried at the threat, the dampness accumulated between my thighs from my fantasies of him pinning me to the bed and making me scream immediately intensifying, and I blushed shyly as I stepped aside, waving a hand theatrically and earning a grin.

He turned to me the moment the door was closed, a light hand on my throat pinning me to the wood. “I saw you on the news yesterday,” he muttered, free hand tenderly tracing the fading bruise on my cheekbone. “I…. Was worried.”

I chuckled in surprise, trembling slightly under his touch. “About little old me? I’m honoured,” I hummed, straining infinitesimally against his grip, but he didn’t return my smile.

“You need to be more careful,” he growled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Can’t have my pretty boy getting marked up by anyone but me – do you understand?” A weak nod earned me another grin, his lips grazing over my jaw lightly. “Did you do as I told you to, pet?”

“I- yes, Sir,” I stammered weakly, whimpering aloud when his thigh nudged between my legs, eliciting a pleased hum.

“Well? What is it that you fantasised about? What got you wet and squirming for me?” he breathed, fingers curling in the waistband of my sweatpants teasingly.

With a shallow gulp, I let my hips be pulled closer, shivering when his curious touch reached the edge of my boxers. “N- nothing too… Wild. I- I mostly just thought about you fucking me… Pinning me down, making me scream…”

With a soft groan of resignation, he flattened me to the door, his hands firm on my body as he dragged my shirt free.

“Don’t you ever make me wait again,” he muttered, lips finding my throat as his fingers delved deeper, hovering a half-inch from my wetness.

I blushed shyly as my head fell back of its own accord, a low whine rumbling in my chest. “I-I wasn’t sure if I was... If it was just work, or...”

My skin itched as he paused, drawing back to meet my gaze. “Just work? No. I have a job – one I love – but I’ve never pursued a client for my own interests. Not until you.”

I felt my cheeks heat further, one hand snaking up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s a relief... Though I’m surprised I’m so special.”

He laughed, hand finally dipping lower to glide along my wetness, making me gasp softly. “I prefer unique, Snowflake.” I could only nod and rut against his palm, desperate for him to press between my folds and offer some form of friction- something, anything to press against. He smirked at my evident neediness, one fingertip finding my clit and tapping lightly, groaning when my nails tightened against his skin. “Oh, look how wet you are, sweet boy... All from thinking about me bending you over and using you like a fuck doll, hm?”

With a whimper, I nodded, breath hiccupping in my chest as his lips skimmed mine. “Yes- God, yes, Sir... I-I’ve been thinking about the things you did to me since the moment I left – barely been able to leave the room for squirming...”

A shiver went down my spine as he finally kissed me deeply, fingers probing at my slick pussy expertly, my knees weakening. “Is that right, my sweet boy? I hope you weren’t touching this pretty cunt without permission...”

Stammering, I bit my lip, eyes closing at the delicious teasing between my legs. “I-I... O-once. I couldn’t help myself, Lieutenant. I’m sorry...”

With a soft growl, he nipped at my pulse, drawing his hand back once more. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Get your pants off and get on the bed.” I felt my face pale minutely, uncertainly, but he offered me a subtle wink and a kiss to my cheek, his fingertips caressing my jaw. “Don’t worry, sweet Snowflake,” he breathed, “I’m not mad.”

Relieved, I shimmied quickly from my sweatpants, flopping on my back on the sheets and stretching my hands high over my head, purring luxuriously. His tongue darted out over his lips as he took me in, and I felt my body tingle under his gaze.

“Keep going. Slowly,” he added as my hands moved to the hem of my shirt. Obediently, I lessened my pace, arching to allow the cotton to clear hipbones, then ribs, then finally pass over my head. His eyes moving over me sent jolts of electricity through my bones, but he held up a hand when I reached for my boxers. “Wait.” He moved to sit beside me, pressing my knees to my chest, running a palm over the exposed, damp fabric between my legs and earning a quiet whimper. “Okay… Continue.”

I felt vulnerable as I fumbled beneath me, pulling my waistband over the curve of my ass and along my thighs. No sooner had the material cleared my shins than I yelped in surprise, his tongue firm as it trailed along my dripping slit. His hand tangled in my underwear, using the fabric to pin my legs in place, squeezed together and flush to my torso as his mouth explored his offered reward. I could only squirm and whine, body jerking frantically in a desperate attempt to press myself closer to him – a sharp slap applied to my ass for my efforts.

“Still.”

I whimpered again, unable to stop wriggling under him, and a whine escaped my clenched teeth when he drew back. “N-no! Don’t- I need you to- Please, Lieutenant…”

He shifted to my side, pushing my legs down, my boxers pinned under his foot holding me fast. “You were told to be still, and you weren’t. I should punish you for you for your disobedience…” Leaning closer, he trailed his lips along my jaw, purring. “And my name is Greg. Gregor Tyne. I want you sobbing it when I finally let you come for me, Snowflake.”

Greg.

Lieutenant Tyne.

I was still grinning to myself when he moved, kneeling beside my head and fumbling with his belt. “Open that pretty mouth. You’re gonna suck my cock – and if you do well, I’ll fuck you through this mattress, just like you wanted.” My lips parted automatically, one hand shifting to help him free his hard length from its confinement, swallowing at the sight before me. His fingertips skimmed my cheek, finding my jaw to tip my head up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” he breathed quietly, his eyes soft. “I’ve got you. I’ll talk you through it.”

Nodding slowly, I shifted closer, letting his leaking tip slip into my mouth slowly and earning a ragged exhale for my efforts. His fingers moved to tangle in my hair, guiding me patiently along his length until he nudged the back of my throat, making me gag instinctively. “Swallow,” he murmured, and my eyes closed in pleasure as I obeyed and he used the rolling muscle movement to slide deeper inside me.

He sat there for a moment, his body quivering under the strain of his motionlessness, before slowly pulling back, letting me breathe hard before pressing forward once more. Over and over he thrust carefully into my throat, always gentle with me, his pace building only minutely as passion threatened to overcome his restraint.

I relished the taste of him on my tongue, his cock in my throat driving every other thought from my mind, a muffled whimper resounding around him as his fingers found me once more. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he purred, leaning closer, bent over my head as he slowly pressed two fingertips inside me. “Just lay here squirming, begging for your Lieutenant to come back and make you feel good…” A snatched gasp and a frantic nod had him grinning, his digits curling inside me to make my body tremble. “I wonder how messy you can get for me, my sweet boy… I’m used to a life at sea, you know.”

My spine arched as he worked himself deeper, eyes widening in ecstasy and surprise as he brushed against a spot inside me that had my muscles clenching desperately, but only served to make him smirk. “Just there, Snowflake? … Hm… I think that’s it, isn’t it? That’s how we make my little pet soak his sheets…”

He drew back to let me pant raggedly, a rough whine torn from my flushed lips. “Y- Oh, God, I- It’s too good, I- I can’t- I-”

His hand found my throat as he pinned me to the sheets, hand working me harder. “Give it to me, Soldier. Give me everything you have. I want every fucking inch of you. You’re mine now, do you hear me?” Another nod, and he leant down to kiss me, his own throbbing arousal forgotten as he make me whimper and convulse. “Let it go, Snowflake.”

A frantic cry escaped me as my body released, and I felt my face flame as my pussy flooded around his digits, the unmistakable sound of liquid on cotton filling the room as I gushed over my sheets. But he gave me no respite, plunging his hand back inside me as soon as he could, only drawing out to let me soak the bed ever further. Again, and again, until I was shaking desperately, muscles twitching, fingers clinging to the bedding in a futile attempt to keep myself grounded.

And then he leant down to kiss me gently, chuckling at my ragged breathing. “Good?”

“Fuck-” I rasped, hands shifting to instead grasp at him, tangling in his shirt and dragging at it needily. “More. More, please. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

His face grew serious and he pulled me closer, his mouth on mine moving to an urgency that made my nerves sing. I found myself straddling his hips, his cock pressed against me imploringly, and all it took was a short nod on my behalf for him to sheath himself inside me, his hands on my waist pulling me down to take me deeply. A satisfied, starved groan rattled in my chest as he rocked me atop him, grinding me against him fluidly, his thumb finding my clit as he kept himself earth-shatteringly joined with me.

My nails scraped down his chest, earning me a hiss of pained pleasure at the crimson lines marring his skin, eternally tanned from a life on the ocean. “Are you trying to mark me, pet?” he muttered, head falling back as he lifted me easily on his length. I hadn’t chance to respond before he jerked me back down, fingers digging harder into his flesh at the vulnerability. “You belong to me – not the other way around. Do you hear me?”

My lips parted to quip back, but he held me still and snapped his hips up, making me yelp in pleasure, any argument dying as he set up a fierce, consuming pace. “Yes- Oh, God, yes. Yours.”

“Mine,” he growled, his own nails pricking my skin as he slammed harder against me, my hands finding his taut bicep for purchase as my muscles trembled. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. I’m not done with you yet.”

A desperate yowl escaped me as I felt myself flood atop him, the Lieutenant drawing out just long enough to let my juices soak him with a soft groan before shifting to pin me to the mattress, my wrists in one of his strong hands while the other stroked my clit. “Plea- fuck- I-”

“Come for me, pet. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock, and I’ll fill you up, just like you want.” Another nod, and he growled, kissing me deeply. “Beg for it. Beg for my come, Snowflake.”

“Please!” I gasped, back arching. “Please, I-I need it, I need you, please- come in me, please-” I cut myself off with a whimper, and he slowed, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” he pressed, hand stilling where he stroked me, and I whined, attempting to rut on his length and chase my impending release, but he stretched my arms higher, pinning me to the bed and earning a frantic sob. “Say it.”

“B-Breed me,” I stammered, blushing, unable to deny my pussy clenching tighter around him at my words.

He paled, just a little, glancing down. “I thought you couldn’t-”

I kissed him deeply, grasping at his shoulders needily. “I can’t. It’s just…”

“A fantasy,” he purred, nodding, slowly increasing his pace. “You want me to stuff this cute little cunt with my come? Make you good and fat with my babies, hm?” I mewled despite myself, fingers grasping frantically at nothing as I fought to contain myself. “Do you think you deserve my come in your pussy, pet? Think you deserve to get bred like the whore you are? D’y-” He cut himself off with a guttural groan as my back arched, a wail building in my chest as he unmade me, refocusing his efforts on pounding into me as my climax overtook me, my cry building to a deafening sob, all but thrashing beneath him as every muscle in my body clenched and quivered.

“Yes- fuck! Yessir, Yes L-Lieutenant Tyne, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He groaned as he buried himself inside me, his fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my wrist as he rested his forehead against my shoulder, shuddering violently before drawing back to kiss me lightly.

“So… Breeding.”

I turned crimson and shrugged, trailing my fingertips over his bare, sweat-damp chest. “It was a surprise to me, too,” I defended, and he laughed, pulling me closer, one hand teasing the tangled strands of my hair from my cheek.

“Hey- I’m not complaining. Breeding the infamous Winter Soldier… I’m honoured,” he replied seriously, and I blushed deeper as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “… Can I see you again?”

“I must be a good lay, after all the experience you’ve had,” I chuckled, then felt myself pale. “Wait- no, I-I didn’t mean- I-”

He simply laughed, shaking his head fondly, and tugged me nearer still. “You’re exceptional – between the sheets and out of them,” he replied softly, his fingertips tracing my jawbone. “Actually… I’d quite like to take you on a date. Or… At least… Watch a movie, or something, if you don’t want to go out. Do something other than fuck. Not just fuck,” he added, grinning, and kissed me tenderly. “I’d still very much like fucking you to be in there somewhere.”

Snorting, I rolled my eyes, leaning against his chest with a contented sigh. “A date it is, Lieutenant.”

#mine #fanfiction #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #rating: e #the woods are lovely dark and deep #darcylewishqbingo #multifandom flash bingo #any fandom goes bingo #fandom free bingo: frosty edition #fandomfreebingo #cw: smut #pairing: bucky barnes x original male character #bucky barnes smut #m/m #trans bucky barnes

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notkirbiinut · 7 months

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Hi I have this dark matter headcanon that shared with like 2 discord servers I’m now sharing it here

So I think of the whole dark matter colony thingy to be more like a colony of bees, some of the DM have individual rankings that have specific jobs to them. Though that really isn’t important right now, what I had in mind is how a new ruler (or a new Zero) is born. Usually towards the end of the lifecycle of the ruler, it would produce a few very underdeveloped DM which are placed in little cells which are similar to the queen cells that are made in beehives.

Usually for a beehive, it’s 2 queen cells that are made. They are both fed royal jelly and is then growing in their cells until one queen hatches and eventually kills the other while she’s still in her cell. Though for dark matter, up to 5 or less ruler cells are made. That’s because instead of some sort of royal jelly like substance, they are fed this highly toxic goop that is produced by only swordsman since they are the second highest ranking Darm matter aside from the ruler themself. Since the goop is really really bad for you, it can even kill the DM itself, so if it manages to not die form the goop while the rest of the ruler celled DM die then it’s automatically determined as the new ruler.

New rulers come out grey as a little discoloration but eventually they will gain that recognizable white color after a few more weeks of being fed the goop.

Blah blah the old ruler dies and the new ruler gains control of the colony! It’s sorta what happened between my own version of dreamland 3 and crystal shards. Zero died, produced the last dark matter they would ever produce before eventually dying somewhere, and a new ruler is born. Though it’s appearance is a little different as it is adorn with a halo. This would have been the first time after over a 1000 years since the previous ruler has passed, so as something to symbolize new beginnings 02 was given a halo or something I still need to figure that out

Now something really fucking funny happened at the end of Crystal Shards. Before 0 went out to go fight Kirby itself, it made sure to produce a few ruler cells just in case it didn’t make it out of the fight, and if course they didn’t. That’s how the dark matter colony was able to stay stable after the events of DL3. Now where this new 0 fucked up is that they forgot to procure any ruler cells, so when they died and there was no ruler cells in sight, the whole colony was pretty fucked and was completely lost without a leader. Only the ruler can produce anymore dark matter, so the current guys all AHVE to take care of any remaining underdeveloped DM before dying, and eventually those underdeveloped guys will die off as well.

#nut.txt #kirby #dark matter #doodlez #headcanons #I don’t know if any of this is worded properly because it’s 1 am and I can’t tell letters apart from words anymore #imma try to sleep now bye

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chic-a-gigot · 1 year

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La Mode illustrée, no. 17, 26 avril 1862, Paris. Toilettes de Madame Leballeur, 74, Rue Thaitbout, 74. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Description de toilettes:

Robe de foulard couleur cendre de roses, à rayures noires transversales. Le bas de la jupe est garni d'une bordure à la grecque faite avec du velours noir ayant 3 centimètres de largeur; de chaque côté de ce velours, et suivant par conséquent les mêmes contours, se trouve un velours noir ayant un peu moins qu'un centimètre de largeur; corsage plat, fermé par des boutons de velours noir. Sur chaque devant est une grecque pareille à celle du jupon, mais exécutée avec des velours plus étroits; manches fendues sur le côté, retenues au bas par un double bouton en velours noir; la fente dépasse le coude et s'arrête à 10 ou 13 centimètres de l'entournure; une grecque encadre la manche et la fente; la sous-manche blanche passe au travers de cette fente; le poignet de cette sous-manche est demi-large et recouvert par une ruche composée de quatre rangs de guipure blanche ayant un centimètre de largeur. Mantelet-écharpe en taffetas noir brodé au crochet, en soie noire, garni d'une haute dentelle de Chantilly.

Robe en grenadine de laine couleur mauve, à semé de dessins de même couleur, mais plus foncés. Le bas de la jupe est garni avec cinq volants tuyautés (le dernier à tête), couvrant un espace de 20 centim.; saute-en-barque de cachemire gris orné de broderie en soie noire mélangée de lacets noirs. Chapeau rond en paille blanche garni d'une grande plume noire et d'une petite plume rouge.

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Foulard dress in the color of ash roses, with transverse black stripes. The bottom of the skirt is trimmed with a Greek border made with black velvet 3 centimeters wide; on each side of this velvet, and consequently following the same contours, is a black velvet having a little less than a centimeter in width; flat bodice, closed by black velvet buttons. On each front is a fretwork similar to that of the petticoat, but executed with narrower velvets; sleeves slit on the side, held at the bottom by a double black velvet button; the cleft goes beyond the elbow and stops 10 or 13 centimeters from the armpit; a Greek key frames the sleeve and the slit; the white undersleeve passes through this slot; the wrist of this under-sleeve is half-wide and covered by a beehive made up of four rows of white guipure one centimeter wide. Mantelet-scarf in black taffeta embroidered with crochet, in black silk, trimmed with high Chantilly lace.

Dress in purple wool grenadine, strewn with designs of the same color, but darker. The bottom of the skirt is trimmed with five fluted flounces (the last with a head), covering a space of 20 centimeters; Gray cashmere boat jumper adorned with black silk embroidery mixed with black laces. Round white straw hat trimmed with a large black feather and a small red feather.

#La Mode illustrée #19th century #1800s #1860s #1862 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #color #description #Forney #dress #ensemble #Leballeur #mantle

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orange-orchard-system · 6 months

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When talking about our plural experiences to people IRL (or out loud, at least, considering phone conversations are like this too), We don't often say we're blurry and/or switchy, We tend to just say we're buzzy. That's just what it feels like, y'know? Our head's buzzing like a beehive, and it can be good or bad.

If it's good, then buzzy is all of us bouncing around the front like little kids given caffeine. Buzzy is tripping over ourselves to all do something at the same time. Buzzy is playing hot potato with the single brain cell that miraculously synced up with everyone in front. When We're buzzy like this We may have to take a minute or two to calm down before we can do more complicated things.

If it's bad, then buzzy is not being sure if you're switching or co-fronting or what. Buzzy is shaking our head trying to hold onto an identity without it mixing with others' habits and personality traits. Buzzy is the confusion of acting just like a different or specific headmate for a minute and if they switched in and out really fast or if they're still in front and wait a minute do you even know who you are. There's not much We can do when buzzy like this except a few grounding techniques that don't always work.

Of these two types, the former seems to be more of a collective feeling, while the latter is usually experienced by subsystems, especially those that don't really have a handle on their specific headmates. But this is just a pattern, not a rule.

Buzzy is somewhere between blurry and switchy. It can be good. It can be bad. It's all just buzzy.

#front soup.txt #plurality #justin.txt #pluralgang #actuallyplural #plural system

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spacefinch · 5 months

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Assigning a song to EVERY Magic School Bus episode

Gets Lost in Space-- "Space Oddity" by David Bowie

For Lunch-- "The Bloodmobile" by They Might Be Giants

Inside Ralphie-- "Girl at the Window" by Coast Office (my dad's band!)

Gets Eaten-- "Axolotl" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Hops Home-- "We're Going to Be Friends" by the White Stripes

Meets the Rot Squad-- "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" by Tears for Fears

All Dried Up-- "Solar Waltz" by Cosmo Sheldrake

In the Haunted House-- "The Edison Museum" by They Might Be Giants

Gets Ready, Set, Dough-- "American Pie" by Don McLean

Plays Ball-- "All Star" by Smash Mouth

Goes to Seed-- "Tree Among Shrubs" by Men I Trust

Gets Ants in its Pants-- "Tardigrade Song" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Kicks Ups a Storm-- "Mr. Blue Sky" by Electric Light Orchestra

Blows Its Top-- "Island in the Sun" by Weezer

Flexes Its Muscles-- "Bones" by Imagine Dragons

The Busasaurus-- "I Am a Paleontologist" by They Might Be Giants

Going Batty-- "This is Halloween" by Danny Elfman

Butterfly and the Bog Beast-- "Solar" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Wet All Over "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" by B.J. Thomas

In a Pickle-- "The Room Where It Happens" from Hamilton

Revving Up-- "Chemical Worker's Song" by Great Big Sea

Taking Flight-- "Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Mode

Getting Energized-- "Erie Canal" (Traditional folk song)

Out of This World-- "Love Don't Roam" by Neil Hannon

Cold Feet-- "Muted Land" by Faith and The Muse

Ups and Downs-- "All That Glitters" by Earl

In a Beehive-- "Buildings In Flower" by The Innocence Mission

In the Arctic-- "California Dreamin'" by The Mamas and the Papas

Spins a Web-- "Metropolis of Eden" by Sparkbird

Under Construction-- "We Built This City" by Starship

Gets a Bright Idea-- "Kill the Lights" by Set it Off

Shows and Tells-- "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce

Makes a Rainbow-- "Sunny" by Marvin Gaye

Goes Upstream-- "500 Miles" by The Proclaimers

Works Out-- "Good to Go" by LONIS and Daphne Willis

Gets Planted-- "The Moss" by Cosmo Sheldrake

In the Rainforest-- "Shadow of the Pines" by The Innocence Mission

Rocks and Rolls-- "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye

Holiday Special-- "I Search For Tomorrow" by Leonard Nimoy

Meets Molly Cule-- "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)" by ABBA

Cracks a Yolk-- "Daily" by The Innocence Mission

Goes to Mussel Beach-- "Pelicans We" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Goes on Air-- "Toxic" by Britney Spears

Gets Swamped-- "Spock Thoughts" by Leonard Nimoy

Goes Cellular-- "Cells" by They Might Be Giants

Sees Stars-- "Space Song" by Beach House

Gains Weight-- "Planet Earth" by Duran Duran

Makes a Stink

Gets Charged-- "Make a Circuit With Me" by the Polecats

Gets Programmed-- "Rule #4: Fish in a Birdcage" by Fish in a Birdcage

In the City-- "November" by Sparkbird

Takes a Dive-- "Taroko" by August Greenwood

This list took me almost 2 consecutive hours to write, so please feel free to send me asks so I can talk about why I chose the songs I did.

#magic school bus #list #music #songs #big shout out to tmbg and cosmo sheldrake for having so many magic school bus coded songs

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okaima · 11 months

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Karelian words - Bees, Beekeeping

Mehijäńe, čola - bee (especially Apis mellifera)

Emähäńe, emämehijäńe - queen bee

Mehitoukka, toukka - bee larvae

Druuga - drone

Uulei - beehive (in apiary)

Mehijäzenleibä - honey comb or wax cake

Puččine - individual cell in the comb

Kodažet - combs storing honey

Paččas - traditional structure inside which bees are housed, usually hollowed out tree trunk

Uuleikko - apiary

Mehiäzenpaimoi - beekeeper

Vaha - beeswax

Mezi - honey

#карельский язык #karjalan kieli #karjala #karjal #kariela #karelian language #karelian #каре́льский язы́к #karelia

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nonbinarycharmybee · 1 year

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i'm a big fan of the headcanon that Vector adopted Charmy (in the i found this kid so i guess it's mine now? kind of way) when he was a really little bitty baby larva because it means Vector and Espio would've been there when Charmy pupated and. ough.

Worker bees take around 14 days to pupate irl but real-life bees don't live very long so. let's go with the idea that pupation in the sonic world takes about six-eight weeks (they've got a lot more complex organisms to develop). Also real bee larva stay in their cell in the beehive until after they pupate so I imagine that's like. equivalent to a baby incubator and Vector finding Charmy was like holy shit this is bad? I need a doctor right? Anyways they find a doctor and put larva-Charmy in an artificial incubator for a few weeks just to stabilize him, and Vector and Espio stop by to visit every day because they feel responsible and the nurses let them hold him for a little bit and he's so small he fits in one of Espio's hands. After he's stabilized enough the doctor says they can take him home, it's not usual for a larva to live outside of a cell but as long as they keep a close eye on him he should be fine, he promises.

Bee larva grow over a thousand times their size. And shed their skin(?) several times. And eat a lot. (Also they don't have eyeballs!). So now Vector and Espio have a fussy, constantly hungry, rapidly growing ugly little grub to watch over, because somehow not having legs yet is going to stop Charmy from wriggling out of the crib and nearly falling to the ground. Anyways back to the whole point, pupation is normally done by other bees sealing the cells with beeswax so when they figure Charmy is about to pupate they take him back to the doctor and put him back in the incubator until he makes a cocoon for himself a few days later and they're allowed to take him back home with strict instructions to be very careful, do not shake, avoid extreme temperatures etc etc. You probably won't notice a difference but if the cocoon starts looking misshapen or suddenly becomes a lot darker or lighter or it's been over eight weeks, call me. And they put pupa-Charmy in his crib (that has since been child-locked) with a heat lamp and temperature controls and Vector is a nervous wreck ("Espio does this look lumpy too you. Espio." "It always looks lumpy." "Espio I can see the cocoon getting darker." "The book says that's normal?" "Espio it's been eight weeks should we call the doctor??" "I...don't know.")

Charmy finally breaks out of the cocoon on the absolute last possible day, Vector hears the sound of soft crunching noises on the other side of the room and starts yelling for Espio to get down here quick it's happening and they both watch and Vector's like I should help him right and Espio's like Absolutely Not, just wait >_>. It takes fifteen minutes but it feels like hours and they're both unsure if Charmy will recognize them since he's technically never seen them before? right now he's equivalent to a 3-4 month old so he can't sit up yet but he can notice and look at faces which he does almost immediately, and they stare at each other for a long few seconds until Espio says "happy birthday" and Charmy smiles.

("We're adopting him right." "I thought we already did.")

(And then he started teething a week later.)

#sdskdsk this was only supposed to be the first paragraph but. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯#mine #headcanons #long post #insect tw #medical tw #im operating on the headcanon that doctors/ medical stuff aren't like. super expensive in the sonic universe but #they're not quite free either esp in regards to complex health issues #also honey bees will remove diseased larva from the hive so going with that charmy was probably already dying/ presumed to be dead #he was a very sick little baby and that's why vector's so protective of him 😌✌️#team chaotix #charmy bee #(also jic dont tag as ship or i WILL block you dont test me)

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adragonsoulants · 11 months

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Forgot to share this crazy happenstance of events. So my family and I keep honey bee's, last year I developed an allergy to their stings but that's not important to this story.

Gonna put a break here but there's pics of bees swarming below the cut if you're interested!

So we have a little homemade green house out by our beehives and I was in there planting some gourd seeds that finally started to sprout ( 2/10 so far 😭) and while I was out there I was like "why do the bees sound like they've been getting louder?" Figured it was just me and didn't pay much mind.

Then I turn to leave the green house and see loads of flying around!! Startling! Caught them right as they were starting to swarm. I go in to talk with a family member about it but we've only had this happen once before and we didn't know till it was too late and haven't had a hive make it over the winter since. I decided to head back out and see what they're doing now a few mins later and sure enough! They were in fact swarming and had clustered on a nearby tree right in easy reach for us!

They were really weighing down those branches, I think one cluster fell off because of the weight haha.

Sadly in the rush of things I left my phone inside while changing so I wasn't able to get any more photos of the process but it's a pretty simple one.

I'll try to explain it!

So basically we go grab an empty hive and put it under the clusters and just shake them off into the box haha.

If we had a little thing to put the queen we would go looking for her first (though we've never been good at that) so that we can be sure she got in. It kinda looks like those plastic hair clips with the claws, but like to hold a bee haha.

We know the queen is in the hive once other worker bees literally start marching into the box, highly recommend looking up a video of it, it's wild they just form a line walking right in. Other bees will stick their butts in the air and use their wings to fan out pheromones for other bees to find the nest.

After we get most the bees in we close up the top, we did put in some frames with some honey on them to give them a little boost and entice them to stay ;)

During the whole process the bees are surprisingly chill! Swarming bees (assuming they aren't of the killer bee variety) are! They have no brood or honey to protect at this point and are really exposed.

We had gone and checked our other hives as well as the one this came from to see if any others were about to swarm and they are all remarkably chill as well, we suspect whatever pheromones the swarming hive gave off was also affecting the other hives.

Oh and to add the hive that had swarmed had already FILLED with honey?! ITS NOT EVEN JUNE!! We gave them an extra honey medium and even took two frames out of their brood deeps that were just honey and scored them to uncap them so that the honey would be recollected by all the hives. And we replaced them with empty frames for them to hopefully put brood on this time.

Also the photo above, they aren't trying to establish a home there. They're collecting there to wait for scouts to come back and tell them about potential new locations for their home. Figured I should add that.

Also when a hive swarms they more like splitting into 2 hives. The one that leaves has the current queen that they've been training and getting ready for this. And the old hive is in the process of making a new queen with premade queen cells and they feed the larva a very rich honey, often called Royal Jelly, to turn what would just be a worker into a queen.

These little bugs really plan this shit out.

So anyways that evening we went to check on them and make sure they were still in the box and sure enough they're still hanging around!

You might also notice that doesn't look like a typical wooden hive box. It's made of styrofoam so it's lighter than the traditional wooden nest while also being like 10x more insulating.

It gets pretty cold in the winter here with a lot of temperature fluctuations, lot of melt and freeze, and some strong northern winds so it helps them out in the winter.

Thanks for reading this word dump!

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