This rock formation...
A massive Saguaro (Carnegiea gigantea) in Saguaro National Park, Rincon Mountains Mountains, Arizona.
Dunes & Desert
The dunes change with the wind, but the desert remains the same ! – Paulo Coelho
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✨ Hobart botanical gardens (pt.2)
A pair of Saguaro (Carnegiea gigantea) skeletons, Rincon Mountains, Arizona.
So I said I was just gonna do small edits to this drawing and ended up drawing from 12 pm to just a few minutes ago. Almost 12 hours of work went into this and I’m very proud of it.
Here's the first video on our farm's new YouTube channel - a time-lapse of the sunroom window. There are hummingbirds occasionally & orioles as well. This was taken over several mornings here at our farm in the High Desert of California
Jafar x black!reader
word count: 404
summary: Jafar asks reader to be his date to the ball and she gives him an answer that isn’t quite so satisfying... for either of them.
a/n: we stan the Marwan Kenzari portrayal of Jafar bc power hungry kings? 🥰 I could write more for this, but it all just depends on inspiration and how well it does notewise. red text is Jafar’s perspective. enjoy your blurb!
“Well uh, thank you, Jafar, that is very kind of you - I would be delighted to attend the ball with you,” I smile awkwardly and edge my way around him, not making eye contact. “I uh, unfortunately, do not have a proper outfit for the occasion, and have also set out the night to have some much-needed self-care and studying time, otherwise I would accompany you there. Again, terribly sorry - I just... can’t.” I whip around the corner before he can stop me, and run once I know I’m not being followed.
I just said no to Jafar. Rejected him. Ran away from him. Am I ungrateful? I’m sure some people would think so, but what am I supposed to do? There’s no way I could ever show up to something like that, and with my appearance? I’m just a commoner! I hold no royal rank. And with him? No chance. That’s way too many eyes on me and I would rather die. I’m not really sure what Jafar’s deal is, but considering he’s the Sultan’s advisor, he should be good enough at reading people to know that me and social settings? Don’t agree.
But... part of me wishes I had said yes. He’s attractive. Powerful. Intelligent. I can’t help but become flustered under his gaze, and it doesn’t help that I’m almost always in close proximity to him given I’m one of Princess Jasmine’s ladies-in-waiting. Though, I highly doubt most other ladies-in-waiting discuss academia rather than dresses, jewels and handsome princes. It feels nice to not be expected to be a girls’ girl. I appreciate being welcomed into the lap of luxury, but it means more knowing that I earned my spot by staying true to myself and honing my intellect and knowledge.
I could never tell Princess Jasmine of the effect Jafar has on me, she wouldn’t understand. She despises the man with a passion, and I feel for her, I really do. But my baser instincts can’t let me ignore the fire I feel in my body every time I’m near him, or white-hot awareness of his touch when he just barely grazes my arm with his finger when speaking to me. If could blush, I’m sure I would always look like a mess in front of him. Maybe someday I’ll have more oomph to my step and just the right amount of confidence to be upfront with him about my attraction, but for now, I’m content with stealing glances when I can without falling apart.
“Iago...” Jafar murmurs, “Follow her home. Make sure she gets there safe.” He pets his parrot gently as he says, “I don’t want any harm coming to my desert flower. I don’t believe her answer was final.” Iago takes off, wings flapping, then gliding on a hot gust of wind into the golden sunset that makes the skin of the woman he covets glow like gold, shine like honey. A true rarity. Once alone, Jafar says to himself, “She is my diamond in the rough.”
There are some ebikes that look like electric bicycles, and others that appear to be completely normal. The Angell is a little different, in that it doesn't look clunky or battery-powered, but it'll still turn some heads. Developed via a partnership between entrepreneur Marc Simoncini and Paris-based designer Ora Ito, the single-speed Angell features an aluminum frame and a carbon fork, finished in the buyer's choice of silver or matte black. The whole bike tips the scales at a claimed 13.9 kg (30.6 lb), which is pretty light for an ebike.
A 250-watt rear hub motor augments the rider's pedalling power, taking them to a top electric-assisted speed of 25 km/h (16 mph). One 2-hour charge of the frame-integrated battery should be good for a range of up to 70 km (43 miles).
Riders choose between four motor-assistance modes – including full manual power – via a 2.4-inch touchscreen display that's built into the handlebar stem. Among other things, that display also allows them to view data such as current speed, distance traveled, battery level, present location, and GPS navigational info.
Some of the Angell's other techie features include integrated front and rear "be seen" lights (including turn indicators/brake lights in the rear); a fall alert system that texts family or friends in the event of an accident; the ability to lock the bike's drivetrain while it's left untended; and an anti-theft system that both sounds an audible alarm if the parked bike is tampered with, and proceeds to track its location via GPS. Stopping power is provided by front and rear Tektro HD-R310 hydraulic disc brakes.
the start to a perfect day
Hello hello, everyone!
With my final exams coming up next week, I don't have much time to make a full report for this month; instead, I'll be sharing my goals for this month. So without further ado, let's begin.
Here are my goals from last month:
Outline five chapters by April 15th [done]
Create a WIP introduction post by April 15th [I decided to put this off as I'd like to redesign the characters first]
Complete Major Area concepts by May 15th [in progress]
Outline five chapters and complete Act 2 by May 31st
Complete Major Area concepts by May 31st
I decided, with my exams coming up and me heading home for the summer, that I would extend my usual deadlines by an extra two weeks. On this schedule, I should have Act 3, and by extension the zero draft, of Project : Desert completed by late-August/early-September of this year. By October, I start the true first draft!
As always, thank you for reading and I hope you'll support me in my future endeavors!
Although it’s not something he speaks on often, as borderline, Madara does cycle between hypersexuality and sex repulsion rather often an unexpectedly. While his sex repulsion manifested more as a complete disinterest to avoidance of sex--which wasn’t seen as out of the ordinary due to how much being a shinobi consumed his time--his hypersexual stints were much, much more noticeable (especially before he married). When he was in his 20′s, before and after his ascension as clan leader, Madara would often act on his impulsivity and hypersexuality by taking nights to find some red light or other shady districts and act promiscuously and with scores of lovers he rarely saw twice. Of course, these tended to interfere with his duties as clan leader, but more often than not he’d erase the memories of one night stands of ever being with him while more constant paramours might have details altered so they’d never known who he really was (unless they could be truly trusted, which would render them allies to the Uchiha, despite how scandalous it was among their elders).
Madara liked to think he had quite the control over keeping his unsavory, impulsive traits, but sometimes he didn’t. While he wouldn’t dare class it as an addiction, it still impeded parts of his life as clan leader that demanded forms of ironclad self-discipline, which he couldn’t always achieve. He ultimately justified it as a way of finding an outlet for his intense, ‘weaker’ emotions that warmongering couldn’t satisfy, but sometimes it felt more out of hand than his bloodlust or adrenalized thrill from fighting powerful foes. Because, unlike those, these ‘weaker’ emotions demanded others to fulfill: clinginess, fear of abandonment, vulnerability, using sex as a vehicle to keep his paramours by his side and attached--the list goes on, but unlike sex repulsion, Madara’s phases of hypersexuality would often hit him passionately and affect him far more.
While he petered off and gained more control as he aged, and especially beginning when he married, as he became more and more dehumanized, it was after the war that his mechanical state crumbled and the news of his clan’s death (that he was more than halfway responsible for) that those vulnerable walls crumbled and opened that part of him he’d kept in a box. It’s dominantly noticeable with lovers who have more dominant, stable personalities than him (even if it’s not totally dominant) that his hypersexuality tends to simmer over and consume him along with the deluge of ‘weaker’ emotions that make his abandonment issues and clinginess truly rear their heads. (And gods help them if they’re his FP to boot, rare as it is.)
I'm on a cruise control, cruisin on the road, controllin' the life that I love how I want it to go.