#a tree of palme 2002

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

Well...That was quick.

#a tree of palme 2002 #a tree of palme #palme #popo #out of context #anime #anime girl #anime robot #puppet anime #2002 #cut off #anime girl and robot #anime out of context #roll credits #i dont know what else to add here #puppet #robot #girl #uhhhh

[eopederson]

Navidad tropical, Flores, Petén, 2002.

Second day of Christmas.

#holidays #snowmen #tropical #palm tree #flores #petén #guatemala #2002 #photographers on tumblr

[littletroubledgrrrl]

#the man show #juggies #bunnies #2002 #2000s #00s #easter #palm trees

[roseillith]

PALME NO KI // A TREE OF PALME (2002) dir. TAKASHI NAKAMURA

#f #a #palme no ki #a tree of palme #takashi nakamura

[gothhabiba]

I’ve been told by various importers that any Mamoul cookie coming from Saudi Arabia or Damascus actually contains Iraqi dates, even though the label says “Select Saudi dates.” The baking dates used in these cookies come from Iraq—they’re of better quality and they’re also cheaper. Between 2002 and 2004 there was a company in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates, that was bringing in dates from Basra, from a really famous company called the Al Moosawi Date Company. They were packaging them as Dubai Dates and selling them to the rest of the world as a product of the UAE.

That company stopped business in 2004 because there was a concern, actually a belief throughout the entire region, that the US and Britain had used depleted uranium in the bombs they dropped. From 30 million date palms in the mid-1970s the number fell to sixteen million, and by the end of the 2003 campaign Operation Iraqi Freedom, there were only three million date palms left in the entire country. And these palms were suffering from a kind of Fusarium bacterium, which many scientists link to the use of depleted uranium. The radiation lowers the tree’s immune system. The bacteria attack the trunk, making the trunks go flaccid and the crowns fall over. They end up looking like weeping people. It’s very sad, an ecological disaster that mirrors the human disaster.

Another thing I found out is that whenever anything is labeled from these other countries, Iraqi businessmen take an enormous hit. They see only 30 percent of their profit when these middlemen are involved. I talked about this with a representative from Dubai Dates. It was something he would never bring up with an Iraqi, because the relationship was so adverse. The Iraqis aren’t making any money, but it’s the only way they can get their dates out into the world.

I was also told that even a professional US importer would have problems bringing in Iraqi products. They’d have to wait months. I realized I might have to wait years. I called Charlie Sahadi and asked, “Do you remember me?” I said, “Listen, I found out we can import dates. I am talking to a company in Iraq that thinks we can do it—will you work with me?” He was saying things like, “Look, if this goes wrong, it’s like a black mark on our record, a blemish. The dates could be scanned, and you’ll end up paying $3,500.00 even before they get to our warehouse, and then the USDA [us Department of Agriculture] and the FDA [Food and Drug Administration] have to come and inspect them, and then they might get sent back.” So I tell Charlie I understand, but that I have a budget, and it’s cultural money. He said, “You know this is bad business.” And I said, Yeah, but it might be really good art. And he understood. He understood that if this works out, a big step could be made.

Michael Rakowitz in "Enemy Kitchen: An Interview with Michael Rakowitz," by Liza Johnson. Gastronomica, Vol. 7, No. 3 (Summer 2007), pp. 11-18. DOI 10.1525/gfc.2007.7.3.11.

#they eventually imported a small shipment of dates btw #food

[bagelrites]

Moon

DNF fluff - the baby video

Dream didn’t notice George had slipped into the office until there was a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, then saw the familiar reflection on his monitors, and took his headphones off, shaking his hair out as he spun around to face him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi.” George put his hands on his hips. “What’s this about you crying to baby videos of yourself?”

Dream laughed. Of course George saw the tweets immediately—he had all his notifications on.

“Oh, nah, it’s just, you know, for the music video.” Dream shrugged. “I didn’t really cry just, like… got misty eyed.”

“Mn.” George shifted his weight, and in the simple softening of his eyes, Dream knew he was relieved to hear it. George hated when he cried and couldn’t fix it.

“Show me,” he said then, and it took Dream by surprise.

“Show you, like, what I have so far?” Dream asked.

“No, the video.” George shook his head. “The one that made you cry.”

“Well, okay, again, I didn’t actually cry—but, like, whatever. Sure.” 

Dream turned back to his computer, pulled his chair close to the desk, and navigated out of his editing set up to find just the video itself, the raw file from his desktop. He didn’t open it full-screen, because the quality was too grainy for that to look good, and just felt it in a window, floating there in the middle of the screen. 

George leaned over his shoulder, made an impatient hand-gesture, and Dream hit play.

Dream, just three years old, standing in the driveway of his childhood home. Chalk on the concrete, grass green and freshly mowed behind him. His hair, blonder, short but still a little curly, and his hand on his cheek, the fingers clumsy, arm chubby.

His eyes up towards the sky, his tiny voice projected loud.

Moon, wake up!

And then he’s facing the camera, his round head and pouty lips, eyes big and sad, nose so small, like a kitten’s, barely protruding from his face. The camera pans up past houses and tree branches all in shadow, frames the crescent moon in the lavender sky, a white dot with the date superimposed under it.

NOV 10 2002

It’s a short video. Just eleven seconds long, but George seems immersed in it, makes another motion with his hand, signaling for Dream to play it again. He puts it on loop, and lets him watch it five times before he stops.

“There, happy?” he asks, but when he looks at George again, his cheeks are shining in the light of the computer.

“Oh my god. You’re actually crying.”

“What? No, I’m not, shut up.” George backs away and wipes his face, shaking his head vehemently, but Dream’s heart is already gone to pieces in his chest.

“Georgie…” he says his name quiet, reaches out with a gentle hand to grab just the tips of his fingers.

George slides his hand into his palm, squeezes at the meat of it, just under his thumb.

“It’s just—your nose,” George chokes out the words, and Dream laughs.

“What? My nose?”

“Yeah. It was so… small and cute,” George blubbers, still wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “You were so small and cute.”

“Oh my god.” Dream rolled his eyes, his smile pressing dimples into his cheeks. “You’ve seen my baby photos before.”

“Mn. Not the same.” George shakes his head and steps closer, spins Dream’s chair properly towards him so he can climb into his lap. Dream huffs at the weight, but holds him, rubbing his back and his hair.

“I want a little you running around,” George admits softly, and Dream sighs. He knows. God, he knows.

“Me too,” Dream says, and kisses him on the earlobe. “Someday. Yeah?”

George hums, nodding his head with his forehead pressed into Dreams.

Dream kisses his nose, and George crinkles his face up, giggling, then returns the gesture—only this time, it's softer, more reverent, this peck on the very tip of Dream’s nose. He doesn’t need to say it. Dream just closes his eyes and presses his cheek to George’s cheek, sharing heat like a promise.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound fanfic #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #gnf #dwt #dream #my fic #drabble

[moodboardmix]

Ryuichi Sakamoto (January 17, 1952 - March 28, 2023)

Professor Sakamoto was one of Japan’s most successful musicians, acclaimed for work in Yellow Magic Orchestra as well as solo albums and film scores.

As a member of Yellow Magic Orchestra alongside Haruomi Hosono and Yukihiro Takahashi, Sakamoto created joyous and progressive electronic pop in the late 1970s and early 1980s, alongside solo releases. He acted alongside David Bowie in the 1983 film Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence and composed its Celebrated theme, the first in a series of film scores including Oscar-winning work in 1987 with David Byrne and Cong Su for Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Last Emperor.

Alongside YMO, Sakamoto continued releasing solo albums including 1980’s B-2 Unit, another influence on the robotically funky sound of electro that also foreshadowed other dance music styles. After focusing purely on solo work, he forged further connections in the west, collaborating with musicians including Iggy Pop, Robert Wyatt, Laurie Anderson, David Sylvian and more. Sylvian contributed Forbidden Colours, a vocal version of one of Sakamoto’s most famous works, the theme to second world war drama Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence. Sakamoto also starred in the film as a prisoner of war camp commander.

Following The last Emperor (in which he also had an acting role), he collaborated with Bernardo Bertolucci again for The Last Buddha, and with Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence director Nagisa Oshima for Gohatto. He also scored two films by Brian De Palma (Snake Eyes and Femme Fatale), plus Wild Palms for Oliver Stone, High Heels for Pedro Almodóvar, the 1990 film adaptation of The Handmaid’s Tale, and more. His 2015 score for Alejandro González Iñárritu’s film The Revenant was nominated for Golden Globe, Bafta and Grammy awards. In 2019, he composed the music for an episode of dystopian TV drama series Black Mirror. He took no further acting roles, aside from appearing as a film director in Rain, a music video for Madonna.

Mr Sakamoto released a steady schedule of solo releases throughout the 1990s and onwards, and wrote a piece for the opening ceremony of the 1992 Olympic Games in Barcelona. In 1999 he debuted the multimedia opera project Life, in collaboration with artist Shiro Takatani with contributions from Bertolucci, Pina Bausch and more. He and Takatani extended the concept into installation work from 2007 onwards.

Also in 2007, he began the ambitious Schola project, curating 17 compilations of global music ranging from composers such as Ravel and Beethoven to Japanese pop. It was released via his record label Commons, set up in 2006, which has also released work by artists including Boredoms and OOIOO.

In 2002, he began a fruitful partnership with German musician Carsten Nicolai, who used his Alva Noto alias for four collaborative albums of minimalist electronica.

Mr Sakamoto was also an environmental campaigner, opposing the use of nuclear power, and creating the forestry project More Trees to enable carbon offsetting.

Ryuichi Sakamoto - Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence

#youtube #art #music #electro #rip #japan #ryuichi sakamoto #sakamoto #movies #star #legend #the last buddha #bernardo bertolucci #david bowie #brian de palma #madonna #pedro almodóvar #black mirror #oliver stone #yellow magic orchestra #iggy pop #mr lawrence #carsten nicolai #ravel

[probablyasocialecologist]

After trees were felled in the 1980s, the publicly owned Malua Forest Reserve was dedicated to learning how best to restore tropical forests. A 500-hectare (1,235-acre) study site was divided into 125 experimental plots that, in 2002-03, were either left to recover naturally or planted with a mixture of one, four or 16 native tree species. By 2012, the plots replanted with a mixture of 16 native tree species showed a quicker recovery of canopy area and total tree biomass, compared with areas replanted with four or only a single native species. But even plots replanted with just one tree species recovered more quickly after 10 years than those left to naturally regenerate. Prof Andrew Hector, of the University of Oxford, who set up the experiment more than 20 years ago as part of the South East Asia Rainforest Research Partnership (SEARRP), said: “Our new study demonstrates that replanting logged tropical forests with diverse mixtures of native tree species achieves multiple wins, accelerating the restoration of tree cover, biodiversity, and important ecosystem services such as carbon sequestration.” The researchers, who published their findings in the journal Science Advances, said that the probable reason for the better recovery was that different tree species occupied distinct niches within the forest ecosystem and so diverse mixtures of planted species complemented each other and increased the effective functioning of the whole ecosystem. For instance, some tropical species were more tolerant of drought because they produced more protective chemicals, giving the forest resilience during periods of low rainfall.

[...]

Ryan Veryard, the lead author of the study, said: “Importantly, our results show that logged forest can recover so long as it is not converted to agricultural uses like oil palm plantation. They also emphasise the need to conserve biodiversity within undisturbed forests, so that we can restore it in areas that have already been logged.”

#trees #forest #restoration ecology #ecology #conservation #deforestation

[tendergraphite]

A tribute to my favourite childhood film - A Tree Of Palme (2002) [Also known as Palme no Ki] Directed by Takashi Nakamura.

#a tree of palme #palme no ki #takashi nakamura #moodboard #icon puzzles

[nerds-yearbook]

Appendix: Some Nerd Appearances of David Warner

Teen Titans Go! - The Lobe (2020)

Mary Poppins Returns - Admiral Boom (2018)

The Alienist - Professor Cavanaugh (2018)

The Amazing World of Gumball - Dr Wrecker (2015 - 2016)

Baldur's Gate: Siege of Dragonspear - Jon Irenicus (2016)

Southern Troopers - Admiral Warner (2015)

Penny Dreadful - Professor Abraham Van Helsing (2014)

Doctor Who - Professor Grisenko (2013)

Wizard - Merlin (2013)

The Evil Clergyman - The Evil Clergyman (2012)

The Secret of Crickley Hall - Percy Judd (2012)

A Thousand Kisses Deep - Max (2011)

Tron: The Next Day - Ed Dillenger (2011)

Graceless - Daniel (2010)

Doctor Who: Dreamland - Lord Azlok (2009)

Hogfather - Lord Downey (2006)

The League of Gentlemen's Apocalypse - Dr Erasmus Pea (2005)

Cyber Wars - Joseph Lau (2004)

Cortex - Master of the Organization (2004)

Dr Jeckyll & Mr Hyde - Sir Danvers Carew (2003)

The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy - Nergal (2001 - 2003)

The Code Conspiracy - Professor (2002)

The Little Unicorn - Ted Regan (2001)

Planet of the Apes - Senator Sandar (2001)

Men In Black animated - Alpha (1997 - 2001)

Star Trek: Klingon Academy - Chancellor Gorkon (2000)

The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne - Arago (2000)

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command - Lord Angstrom (2000)

Batman Beyond - Ra's Al Ghul (2000)

Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn (2000)

Star Wars: Force Commander - Grand Gen Brashin

Superman animated - Ra's Al Ghul (1999)

Descent 3 - Dravis (1999)

The Outer Limits - Inspector (1995 - 1999)

Total Recall 2070 - Dr Felix Latham (1999)

Wing Commander - Admiral Geoffery (1999)

Toonsylvania - Doctor Vic Frankenstien (1998)

Houdini - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1998)

Fallout - Morpheus (1997)

Spider-Man animated - Herbert Landon (1995 - 1997)

Preversions of Science - Dr Nordhoff (1997)

Freakazoid - The Lobe (1995 - 1997)

Captain Simian & the Space Monkeys - the Glyph (1997)

Privateer 2 - Rhinehart (1996)

Beast Master III - Lord Agon (1996)

Gargoyles - Archmage (1995)

Iron Man - Arthur Dearborn (1995)

Batman animated - Ra's Al Ghul (1992 - 1995)

Final Equinox - Shilow (1995)

Biker Mice from Mars - Ice Breaker (1995)

Mighty Max - Talon (1994)

Babylon 5 - Aldous Gajic (1994)

Lois and Clark the New Adventures - Jor-El (1994)

Adventures of Brisco County Jr - Winston Smiles (1993)

Quest of the Delta Knights - Lord Vultare (1993)

Body Bags - Dr Lock (1993)

Wild Palms - Eli Levitt (1993)

Dinosaurs - Spirit of the Tree (1993)

Star Trek the Next Generation - Gul Madred (1992)

Captain Planet and the Planeteers - Zarm (1992)

Tales from the Crypt - Dr Alan Goetz (1992)

Return to the Lost World - Professor Summerlee (1992)

The Lost World - Professor Summerlee (1992)

Star Trek VI - Chancellor Gorkon (1991)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II - Professor Jordan (1991)

Twin Peaks - Thomas Eckhardt (1991)

Spymaker - Adm Godfry (1990)

Star Trek V - St John Talbot (1989)

Worlds Beyond - Ken Larkin (1988)

My Best Friend is a Vampire - Professor Leopold (1987)

Frankenstien - the creature (1984)

The Man With Two Brains - Dr Alfred (1983)

Tron - Ed Dillenger (1982)

Time Bandits - Evil Genius (1981)

Time After Time - Dr John Leslie/Jack the Ripper (1979)

#nerds yearbook #appendix #david warner #scifi

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Learn To Love Again - Chapter Sixteen: Temperature Play - Ice

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: You have a hard time letting go. Pietro helps you out. An exploration of kink with Pietro Maximoff. Each chapter from chapter 2 onwards will be a different kink.

Chapter Summary: You and Pietro finally get to go on vacation.

Series Masterlist

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3207

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @ifilwtmfc @mcximffs @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @lanemarvels @maddieisbored @marrigold-2002 @kathrinchek @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye @strawberrysoldat @tayswozle @noz4a2

Taglist info.

Previous Chapter

Notes:

Sorry it's been a while. I've proofread this but errors might have slipped through because I have terrible food poisoning (?) or maybe flu right now.

---

Pietro was quiet for most of the flight. Given the media coverage surrounding the two of you, and the fact that you were clearly being personally targeted, you had managed to get SHIELD to agree to send you on a vacation.

Your boyfriend was looking out of the window of the private plane, sunlight silhouetting his face. You were reminded – not that you’d ever forgotten – that he was beautiful. You wanted to smooth out the frown lines on his forehead, and kiss away all his worries. He was so tense recently.

“Are you excited?” you asked. He didn’t respond. You nudged his arm, and he turned his head towards you.

“Hm?”

“I said are you excited?”

“Oh…” He looked back out of the window. “Yeah…”

“You don’t seem very sure.”

He exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m just tired, okay?” He sounded annoyed.

Your stomach dropped. You looked away from him, trying not to show any signs of upset. He had enough to think about right now, he surely didn’t mean to be short with you. You could feel his eyes on you, and heard him take another deep breath.

“Prinţesă?” He took your hand in his and squeezed it.  

“Yeah?” You turned back to look at him. He was still frowning.

“I’m glad you’re here. I’d be lost without you.”

“Piet…” He leant into you, laying a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. You squeezed his hand. As he pulled away, you said, “Te iubesc.”

His face split into a surprised smile. “I love you too.”

You didn’t talk much for the rest of the flight. He held your hand in the back of the car as you were driven to the place you were staying. His thumb was swirling around your palm, pressing the tension out of it.

It was a quiet, wooded road that you were driven down. The sun was low to the horizon now, colouring the sky orange and pink. As you reached the edge of the trees, you saw your new accommodations.

It was a small cabin right on the edge of the beach. The driver – a SHIELD agent – handed you the keys as Pietro got your bags out of the trunk. You tried to take your suitcase from him, but he wouldn’t let you, so you decided to get the door instead. As you turned the key in the front door of the cabin, you heard the car’s engine start up again.

You stepped into an open plan kitchen/living room. It was cosy and well-equipped, and precisely big enough for the both of you. The bedroom had large windows and a big, comfortable-looking bed. As you were admiring it, you heard Pietro dropping the bags behind you, and then his arms were wrapped around your waist.

“Freedom at last,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your neck.

“I need to freshen up. I’m all sweaty.”

“Okay, prinţesă.” He patted you on the butt as you grabbed your suitcase and went into the bathroom.

You opted for a quick, cold shower to wash off the sweat. You took your time sorting your hair and moisturising your skin – it was hot, and you didn’t want to dry out – and when you were done, you changed into a set of matching underwear. Your boobs were pushed up and your ass was barely covered. Just the thought of being alone with Pietro, letting him take you in every way possible with no interruptions, had you tingling.

Bracing yourself, you pushed open the bathroom door. In the time it had taken you to get ready, the natural light had faded from the room. The curtains were still wide open, and you could see a dark shape on the bed.

“Piet?” you called out softly. He didn’t respond. Carefully, you walked over to the bed. Pietro was lying face down, using his arms as a pillow, fast asleep. Soft snores were escaping from between his parted lips.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. As quietly as possible, you pulled the curtains closed.

He was still wearing his shoes. As gently as you could, you unlaced them and pulled them off him, revealing his socked feet. You took off his socks too, since it was pretty warm. When he still didn’t move, you very carefully hooked your hand under his hip and levered him over onto his back.

With practised ease, your fingers made quick work of his jeans, pulling them off him. The t-shirt was the hardest part. You half-straddled him, trying to remove it without waking him, and you had just about got it over his head when his hands clutched at you. You didn’t stop, pulling the t-shirt all of the way off. His eyes were still closed, but his hands were holding onto you now.

“Come on, baby,” you cooed. With immense effort, you managed to pull back the blanket and roll him over until his head was on one of the pillows. Lying there in only his boxers, he turned his face into the pillow, and immediately started snoring again. You covered him with the blanket.

You discarded your bra and slipped on Pietro’s t-shirt. Everything else could wait. He needed to sleep for now. As you crawled into bed, you pressed yourself up against his back, spooning him. He leant into your embrace.

*

When Pietro awoke, he felt as though there was a heavy weight of exhaustion pressing down on his head. He began to sit up, but an arm lazily thrown over his waist kept him in place. Your arm. You were spooning him.

He rolled over to find you still asleep, your face half-obscured by your pillow. He felt a prickle of warmth as he watched your chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. You were wearing his t-shirt.

It was then that he realised that he was only wearing his boxers. You must’ve undressed him. His heart fluttered a little as he looked down at you, sleeping serenely.

His t-shirt had rode up, revealing the smooth skin of your hips. You were wearing some pretty red panties that must’ve been brand new, given that he didn’t recognise them. He gave you a soft kiss on the side of your face before carefully disentangling himself from you and walking over to the bathroom.

It was still dark outside. He shut the door before turning on the light.

He looked like shit. The circles under his eyes were a deep purple and his beard absolutely needed a trim. His hair was a mess and his dark roots were almost as long as the silver-blond part.

You had already unpacked his toothbrush and clippers. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed a lacy bra the same colour as the panties you were wearing hanging over the towel rack. It must’ve been a matching set. He picked up the bra and examined it. It was a real shame he hadn’t seen you in it. He supposed he’d have to get you to model it for him later on.

Teeth cleaned and face washed, Pietro went back into the bedroom. You had rolled over, facing the other way now. As he climbed into bed beside you, you stirred.

“Piet?”

He put his arm around you and kissed your cheek from behind. You shivered as his hand slipped under the t-shirt, coming to rest on your hip. You leant back into him.

“Sleep now, sex later,” you murmured.

“Okay,” Pietro agreed sleepily.

*

When Pietro next awoke, it was to the sunlight peeking around the edge of the curtain, and the smell of something delicious cooking in the next room. Unable to keep the smile off his face, he rolled out of bed and made for the kitchen.

He found you by the stove, dressed in only a too-big t-shirt and panties. You had your back to him, and the light through the kitchen window silhouetted you. You looked like an angel. Wordless, Pietro came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Good morning,” you said, suppressing a giggle as he kissed the side of your neck.

“Morning,” he mumbled, both hands slipping under your shirt to fondle your boobs. “Smells good. What are you making?”

“Pancakes.” He let out a happy sigh and rested his cheek on your shoulder.

“I’m almost done,” you said. “And I kind of need the full use of my arms. Why don’t you set the table?”

“I’m not touching your arms, I’m touching your boobs,” said Pietro, giving them a squeeze for good measure.

You shivered. “You’re going to make me burn myself on this pan,” you said, playfully. With a dramatic sigh, Pietro let you go. He gave you a quick slap on the butt and then began checking the cupboards for plates.

Although he could’ve done it in under a second, he chose to move more slowly. This vacation was supposed to be an opportunity to slow down, after all. Both of you had deleted the social media apps from your phones, and told everyone you knew to only contact you in case of emergency.

“I made some coffee,” you said, nodding at the coffee pot.

Pietro considered for a moment. “I think I will have tea.”

“Tea sounds good, actually.”

As he made two cups of green tea, you served up the pancakes. The two of you were quiet as you ate, but Pietro was always touching you in one way or another – brushing his hand against your arm, tapping your shin with his foot, finding excuses to smooth your hair out of your face – and you enjoyed the quiet companionship.

“What do you want to do today?” you asked as you finished up your last pancake.

Pietro cocked his head to the side. “Well, I want to fuck you on every surface of this house, but I think that’s a given.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Interesting. I wanted to go for a swim. The beach is lovely. Secluded.”

“Sounds perfect.”

*

You didn’t have sex on the beach. You didn’t have sex in the ocean, either. In fact, you spent most of the morning and the early afternoon swimming around, playing games that involved touching each other a lot, and letting the salt water wash away your stress.

Pietro fell asleep on the beach soon after you’d both got out. Under the heat of the early afternoon sun, you worried about him and his pasty skin, so you set up a beach umbrella that you’d found in a storage cupboard in the cabin. He didn’t stir for a while, so you lounged on a towel beside him, sipping on a cocktail and reading a book.

The kitchen of the cabin was well stocked with both food and drinks, so you probably wouldn’t need to go into town for a while. Town was a few miles away, but Pietro could make it in seconds. As the sun began to sink below the horizon, you felt a warm hand on your bare thigh.

“I slept the day away,” said Pietro hazily, giving your leg a squeeze.

“You looked like you needed it,” you said, affectionate brushing his hair out of his eyes. “You hungry?”

He shuffled closer until his cheek was pressed against your leg. “Not for food.”

In spite of your efforts to keep him out of the sun, you could see that his skin was pinker than usual. “Let’s go inside?”

Both of you got to your feet and gathered up your things. Pietro looked a little unsteady as he took down the umbrella and walked back up towards the cabin. You watched him with some concern, but he made it back into the house without incident. You found him in the kitchen, comparing different bottles of spirits.

“You gonna make me a drink, hotshot?” you asked, leaning back against the counter. Pietro took a moment to admire you. You were dressed in a bikini, with your towel wrapped around your waist.

“Sex on the beach?” he suggested with a smirk.

“Sounds perfect.”

He was a blur as he mixed the ingredients together, and before you knew it, he was pressing a cold glass into your hand. As you took a sip, he crowded into your space. You didn’t know what he was up to until something cold and wet was pressed between your breasts.

“Piet!” you squeaked, feeling the ice cube slide down into one of the cups and settle down under your left breast. “Asshole.” You swatted him lightly, but he just grinned at you.

“It’s hot. I’m helping.” He gave you a perfectly innocent smile, and you flipped him off as you took a deep swig of your drink. You couldn’t deny that in the sweltering heat, it actually felt quite nice. You set your now empty glass on the counter and then put one hand on the back of his neck, pulling him close to you.

“Go lay down on the bed and close your eyes,” you whispered. “I wanna try something.”

Pietro’s eyes glinted, a smirk still gracing his face. He kissed you lightly on the lips and then he was gone.

The fridge had a built in ice machine, so you filled a large bowl with ice. As you pushed open the bedroom door, you saw Pietro laying back against the pillows, his hands behind his head, eyes closed. With a tingling in your stomach, you set the ice bowl down on the counter and then straddled your lover.

“Keep ‘em closed,” you whispered, stroking his cheek. His lips curled into a smile, following the movement of your hand.

You took a piece of ice and pressed it to your lips. Once your lips were cool enough, you sucked the ice into your mouth and leant down towards Pietro. Carefully, you pressed a kiss to his closed eyelid. His lips parted and he let out a soft exhale.

You breathed out, letting your cool breath touch his sensitive skin.

“Is this okay?” you murmured.

“Fuck yes.”

“Good.”

You moved to the other side, very, very gently kissing his other eyelid. You made your way down his cheek, pressing kisses to his skin as you went. When you reached his lips, you popped another ice cube into your mouth.

Pietro kept his hands under his head, but he leant up into the kiss, clashing his tongue against yours. The ice cube slipped from your mouth into his and he opened his eyes, giving you a shit-eating grin.

“I said keep ‘em closed,” you said. “Am I going to have to blindfold you?”

His eyes went wide. “Maybe. You know I’m not good at following rules.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I brought some… uh… stuff. In my suitcase.”

“Stuff?”

“You know.” He shrugged. “Handcuffs. A blindfold. Some other stuff.”

“Can I handcuff you to the bed?” The tone of your voice was almost gleeful.

Pietro chuckled. “I would like that. A lot.”

You found the velvet bag in Pietro’s suitcase easily. Inside it, you indeed found handcuffs and blindfold, as well as a selection of other toys. Feeling hot under the collar, you returned to the bed.

Without having to be asked, Pietro lifted his hands up so you could cuff him to the bed. You slipped the blindfold over his eyes. He was smiling the whole time.

“Don’t forget to safeword if you need to,” you said, straddling his lap again.

“Of course, my love.”

You went back to your ministrations. Very lightly, you pressed an ice cube against his bare nipple. The effect was immediate, his hips jolting beneath you. You feel his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Good?” you asked, and he nodded. You drew a circle with the ice cube, from his nipple swirling outwards.

After a moment, he winced. “Too cold.”

You pulled the ice cube away and replaced it with your mouth, licking over the nipple as an apology.

“Ng- Fuck.” His voice was low and husky. Between your thighs, your pussy was clenching, desperate for him.

Instead of putting the cube directly on his other nipple, you cooled down your fingertips and tongue, and used those instead. Pietro was sweating underneath you, his hips responded to every flick of your tongue and touch of your fingers.

He was swearing quietly under his breath. “I need… I need…”

“What do you need, baby?” you cooed, rubbing your thumbs over his nipples.

“Touch me- Touch my cock, please-” His hands were straining against the handcuffs. You were sure he could break them if he really tried, and the thought kind of excited you. You shuffled back and tugged on his swimshorts until his cock sprang up, lying flat against his stomach.

You didn’t touch his cock straight away. Instead, you dipped one hand into the ice bowl, watching Pietro’s face carefully. Although you couldn’t see his eyes, his desperation was obvious. His lips were parted, and his breaths coming hard and fast.

Once your hand felt cold enough, you decided to put him out of his misery. As you wrapped your cold hand around his cock, he gasped, hips thrusting up.

“You like that?” you murmured, tracing a fingertip down to his balls and back up. He nodded fervently. You switched hands, watching his chest rise and fall as you squeezed him with your warm hand.

Cupping his balls with your cold hand, you began to stroke him properly. His lip was caught between his teeth, his head thrown back in pleasure. You marvelled at him. How did he always manage to look so beautiful?

You stayed like that for a little while, toying with him, switching between your hands and letting the sensations wash over him. As his hips began to buck more aggressively, he let out a whimper.

“Please. Unlock the handcuffs. I want to- I need to-”

You shuffled up and slipped the key into the lock, releasing him. He didn’t even wait for both hands to be free before he flipped you over, blindfold discarded. The handcuffs dangled from his wrist as he spread your legs and settled himself between them.

“I want you,” he growled.

“Take me.”

He pushed into you, thrusting hard and deep. He had wrested control from you now, but you were happy just to go along for the ride. You let him throw your legs over his shoulders and pound into you faster than you could comprehend.

His face was buried in your neck, making you moan and shudder with pleasure. His beard scratched against your skin and your whole body felt alive with the sensations.

Suddenly, there was a coldness pressed against your nipples and you keened at the feeling. Pietro was holding onto your breasts, ice cubes held in the palm of his hands.

He hit your g-spot again and, shaking, you came hard around him.

“Fuck, fuck, feels so good,” he muttered, kissing your neck still. You draped your arms around him, letting him fuck you until, with a gasp, he came too.

He collapsed on top of you, pressing a kiss to the edge of your lips. You lay there for a moment before he sat up, pulling out of you.

“I’ll make dinner?” he suggested, stroking your knee.

“You’re gonna give me whiplash,” you giggled.

Next Chapter: Watching Porn Together

#pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff smut #pietro maximoff x you

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

Distressed Palm

#palme #2002 anime #a tree of palme 2002 #a tree of palme #atop #palme 2002 #robot anime #puppet anime #anime robot #anime puppet #anime boy #anime blog

[lexxnova]

songs/artists to listen to when high?

kid cudi - the prayer

Travis Scott - drugs you should try it

A$ap Rocky - LSD

Kid cudi - soundtrack to my life

Flatbush zombies - palm trees

Wiz Khalifa - never been

Wiz khalifa - still blazin

Kendrick Lamar - adhd

xxxtentacion - I spoke to the devil in Miami

A$ap Rocky - purple swag

Robb bank$ - fine$t

Playboi carti - location

Doja cat - so high

Joey bada$$ - killuminati

Chance the rapper - lost

Chance the rapper - paranoia

xxxtentacion - wingriddenangel

Drake - over my dead body

Travis Scott - highest in the room

Young lean - ginseng strip 2002

Lucki - more than ever

Lucki - go away!!

Lucki - out my way

Man anything lucki

#ask #asks #travis $cott #a$ap rocky #robb banks #wiz khalifa #xxxtentacion #kendrick lamar #kid cudi #doja cat #chance the rapper #joey bada$$ #playboi carti #lucki #yung lean

[the-real-things-tournament]

0.5mm Pencil Lead

2002 Honda Civic

320 Pack Glitter Gel Pens

A Blunt

A Candle That Smells Like Fragrant Evergreens

A Copy of "The Book Thief" (2005) by Markus Zusak

A Daisychain

A DVD Copy of Over the Hedge (2006)

A Train

Ace of Spades Playing Card

Adderall

Adipose Plushie

Adorable Cow Creamer

Airpods

An Innumerable Amount of Lost DS Styli

Animal Shaped Rubber Bands

AP French Exam Packet

Argon (The Element)

Aviator Goggles

Baguette Body Pillow

Battery

Bead Maze

Beaded Curtain

Beanbag Chair

Bed

Beehive

Best Rock

Big Drinking Fountain

Black Out Curtains

Blanket

Blue Jeans

Blåhaj/Ikea Shark

Bread

Bright Orange VHS for the Rugrats Movie

Broken Alarm Clock

Bubble Toy

Bucket

Bur Oak Tree

Buttons (for clothes)

Can of Beans

Cast Iron Pan

Cat Collar With Bell

Chalk Boards

Cheese Grater

Chew Necklace

Chicxulub Impactor

Claw Hairclip

Clip-On Earrings

Clock

Coconut Broom

Colored Fairy Lights

Comically Oversized Lollypop

Construction Cone

Contraception

Crane Machine

Crayons

Dead Baby Possum Killed by Chihuahua (RIP)

Digivice V-pet

Dildo

Dirigible

Dirty Glass Bottle You Find In The Woods

Disinfecting Wipes

Dice

Dragon Ball Z Volume 4 (Manga Paperback)

Drinking Bird Desk Toy

Earth

Egg Slicer

Elementary School Yearbook

Empty Pizza Box

Every Basket

Every Knife

Eye Mug From a School Ceramics Sale

Fake Dictionary Lockbox

Fancy Showerhead

Fantasia 2000 VHS Tape

Fencing Mask

Ferrofluid

Finger Cymbals

Finger Cymbols

Fingerless Gloves (made of wool)

Flower Bush By The Pavement On The Street

Four Seasons Puzzle

Froggy Chair

Furby

Furby

Garden Gloves With Claws

Garlic

Gendang

Generic Paw Of A Monkey

Geode

Glow in the Dark Celing Stars

Glow Stick Liquid

"god i wish that were me" Screenshot

Golden Acorn Statue

Googly Eyes

Guitar

Half An Onion

Halloween Skeleton Decoration

Hand Mixer From The '60s

Haunted Callie Calamari Doll That Drinks All Your Pepsi and Calls You a Bitch

Heart-Shaped Glasses

Holly the Dragon Beanie Boo

Homemade Hand Sanitizer

Hurdy Gurdy

Ice Cube

Ice Maker

Japanese 5 Yen Coin

Kids Watercolor Set

Kitchen Sink

Knockoff Garfield Plush

Knäckebröd

La Croix Sparkling Water Pamplemousse

Late Night Infomercials

Lavender Scented Candle

LEGO Spring 2007 Catalog

Lightning McQueen Crocs

Lindt Gold Bunny

Lint Roller

Lip Smackers Watermelon Chapstick

LNER Peppercorn Class A1 60163 Tornado

Lobster Ornament

Loch and Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster Ladles (one solid, one with strainer holes)

Loofah

Lun-Class Ekranoplan

Mammatus Cloud

Manatea Tea Infuser

Meat Cleaver

Meat Tenderizer

Mechanical Pencil

Microscope

Microwave

Mini Cuban Flag on Plant

Mini Fan

Monopoly Dog Piece

Mop

NA Mazda Miata (Specifically With Googly Eyes)

Native American Fire Opal Blade

Nebula

Nokia Phone [phone])

Occlupanids

Old Faithful

One Crouton

One Flavor Blasted Cheddar Goldfish

Onion Chopper/Mini Food Processer

Opalized Fossil

Oumuamua

Our Sun

Paint Tube

Palm Leaf Rose

Paper Crown

Paper Leaves

Paracetamol Tablet

Pencil

Pizza

Plastic Lightsaber

Plastic Play Food Set

Polly Pocket Website (circa 2005)

Popstar Microphone

Potato

"Previously on X-Men" (YouTube Video)

Rainbow Desk Lamp Christmas Gifted By Aunt

Rainbow Pride Flag

Red Bouncy Ball

Rice

Rocking Horse

Roller Skates

Rounde (Sheep Plush Adored by Friend Group)

Rubik's Cube

Russian Nesting Doll

Salt and Vinegar Chips

Sand-Filled Frog Toy Named Floppy

School Chair Attached To Desk

Screwdriver

Seattle Space Needle

Seki Edge Nail Clippers

Sewing Pin

Sharpie

Shoe Insoles

Shoelaces (From The President)

Silver Hoop Earrings

Simply Southern T-Shirt

Single Macaroni Noodle

Siren Percussion Instrument

Slap Bracelets

Sliced Bread

Slinky

Slip N' Slide

Slotted Spoon

Snowman Headband

Solar Eclipse Sunglasses

Soviet-Era Apartment Complex

Spamton Plush

Sparkly DND Dice That Look Like They Should Be Edible But Aren't

Spoon

Squirmles

Squishmallows

Squishy Water Tube Toy

Stained Glass

Stand-Up Bass

Starbucks Coffee Cup

Steel/Metal Pipe

Stick (From the Ground)

Stop Sign

Stuffed Animals

Styrofoam

Subway Employee Hat

Swiffer

Tamagotchi

The Bible

The Demon Core

The Entirely Of Wikipedia Printed Out

The Giant Canadian Rubber Duck

The International Space Station

The Internet

The Kaaba

The Milky Way

The Mona Lisa

The Moon

The Spinx

The Statue Of The Shoe That Almost Hit George Bush

The Tiny Jack Hiding In The Wall Of My Trunk For When I Have A Flat Tire

The Transistor

The Voynich Manuscript

The Wheel

The World Trade Center (WTC)

The Zener Diode

Theremin

TI-84 Graphing Calculator

Tofu

Tom Scott's Best Thing Survey

Torn Apart Skunk Dog Toy

Trans Flag

Tumblr Anon Hatemail

Tungsten Cube

Two Paper Cockatiels On A Wire Stand On My Desk

Umbrella Hat

Unicorn Pillow Pet

Vicks Vaprorub

Vincent Van Gogh's Sunflowers Painting

Vintage Railway Poster

Walkable City

Water

Water Bottle

Water Snake Wiggler

White Boards

White Out

Wind Chime

Wings of Fire Slightly Used Coloring Book

Wireless Headphones

Working McDonalds Ice Cream Machine

www.hasthelargehadroncolliderdestroyedtheworldyet.com

Xbox 360

Yoga Ball

Yu-Gi-Oh Cards

Zipper

Ōdachi

#info stuff #prep stuff #the real things tournament

[roseillith]

PALME NO KI // A TREE OF PALME (2002) dir. TAKASHI NAKAMURA

#a #f #palme no ki #a tree of palme #takashi nakamura

[arithmeticanimaniac]

tag someone you want to know better

tagged by @romanceyourdemons

favorite color: bright pink (also any happy color)

last song: the last song i deliberately played was either “Almost Like Being in Love” by Nat King Cole or “September in the Rain” by Dinah Washington, but the last song that came up on shuffle was “Juliet” by LMNT

last movie: either around the world in 80 days (2004) or inception (2010)

currently watching: the last season of archer (2009)

other stuff i watched this year: lmao i actually have a lot of half baked reviews in my drafts but i never posted them because i’m almost always at my queue limit so here’s my chance to do a rapid fire round of reviews (based entirely on whether i enjoyed them)

how to marry a millionaire (1953) 👍 too many people forget what a comedic genius marilyn monroe was

Love Sarah (2020) 👍 🥲 a bakery, romance, grief and healing, intergenerational bonding, what more could you want

My man Godfrey (1936) 👎 boring

bringing up baby (1938) 👎 it has its moments, blueprint for disney channel show shenanigans

memories of the sword (2015) 👍 sooooo melodramatic

The Dig (2018) 👍 haunting

the misfits (2021) 👍 it is Not Good, but inexplicably charming

Free guy (2021) 👍 responsible for the resurgence of mariah carey in my playlist

Papillon (2017) 🤷🏻‍♀️ hard to get through but not bad

Chungking Express (1994) 👍 i’m not usually an atmospheric film type, but wow

The Lost City (2022) 👍 i had fun

The French dispatch (2021) 🤷🏻‍♀️ tried watching this multiple times, fell asleep each time but the fact that i tried multiple times means it goes on this list

most of the movies in the DCAMU (2013-2020) 👍 i saw a gif from Teen Titans: the Judas contract (2017) which led me to watch 11 of these 16 movies lmao curse you tumblr

Blue crush (2002) 👎

the Batman (2022) 👎

Lost in the stars (2022) 👍 the whole thing could’ve been avoided if (spoilers) were lesbian, but anyways it made me want to visit hainan and shanghai

Dumplings (2004) 👍 i mean i can’t eat dumplings anymore without gagging but

the burning sea (2021) 🤷🏻‍♀️ i remember laughing at the cheesiness (idk how accurately they translated from norwegian), but solid disaster movie

alive (2020) 👍 korean filmmakers really know zombies, but mix in quarantine era

Palm Springs (2020) 👍 went into this blind expecting white lotus lol (very much not white lotus)

The babysitter: killer queen (2020) 👍 i can only do horror if it’s campy horror

the menu (2022) 👎 well made movie, not for me

blockers (2018) 👍

joy ride (2023) 👍

Spider-Man: across the spider-verse (2023) 👍

king arthur: legend of the sword (2017) 👍 i don’t care i enjoyed its ridiculousness

Austenland (2013) 👍 it’s so bad!! i laughed, i cringed, i awww’ed

the tuxedo (2002) 🤷🏻‍♀️ better enjoyed in highlight clips

Matilda the musical (2022) 👎 if i hadn’t seen the danny devito version i might have enjoyed this

heathers the musical (2022) 👎 the off bway actors were better

Mayhem (2017) 👍 samara weaving and steven yeun! another movie apollo threw a covid dodgeball at

Charlie Chan at the wax museum (1940) 🤷🏻‍♀️ could’ve been good, hard to watch with the yellowface and racism

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) 👍

shows i dropped this year/didn’t finish: justified (2010), killing eve (2018) , gannibal (2022), beef (2023), doom patrol (2019)

currently reading: bel canto, but mainly just a lot of medical articles

currently working on: finding a new job because hellooooo 2 year itch

current obsession: ok so if you look at english language sources, most say that pregnant onions are toxic and therefore not edible. however, the medicinal value of pregnant onions is apparently not uncommon knowledge in other cultures (fuck yeah china and south africa). so a family friend gave us a few mature plants that make into soup and i picked off the little seedlings and have been tending to them. that led to spending more time tending to my other plants (i have a lot more loquat trees than i remember) and now i’m trying to air layer some stuff. TLDR; gardening

tagging anyone who wants to do this :)

#tag game #tag me bc i’m sooo nosy about stuff people are watching #this was fun! i forgot i watched so many things so digging through my memory took a while #long post #.txt