Jamy Smith

oh YES! You get the Violet-backed Starling!

NGS and IERS are complaining that they left CLEAR instructions to set the washing machine to WGS84 (G2296) instead of WGS84 (G730).

Latitude and Longitude [Explained]

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Chapter 9/18ish | Explicit

marriage of convenience/canon divergence/situationship era

Ilya's future in hockey is uncertain, so he and Shane decide that getting married will solve all their problems.

I've been super excited to post this chapter, it's the thing we all love (Ilya getting fingered by Shane for the first time)

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‘You’re drunk,’ Shane accused, dropping the last of his clothes and crawling onto the bed. He put his face up to Ilya’s. ‘I can smell it on you.’

‘No, you can’t,’ Ilya grumbled back. ‘Is good vodka, Shane, not rubbish. It doesn’t smell like the cheap stuff you get in America. Shut up and kiss me.’

Shane gave him an exasperated look, just to make a point, then leaned down and kissed Ilya. It turned hungry quickly, Ilya sliding his tongue between Shane’s lips, Shane running his own tongue along Ilya’s enjoying the sensation.

Ilya let his head rest back into the pillow, and Shane followed him down. ‘Do you want me to suck you?’ Shane asked. Ilya had the slightly floppy clumsiness of alcohol, and Shane didn’t think he’d be up for fucking tonight, no matter how much he wanted to.

‘No, want your fingers,’ Ilya said, surprising Shane, reaching to shove his pants down and free his cock. ‘Want you to make me feel good.’ He kicked to free his legs from his clothing, and Shane helped him get them the rest of the way off.

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Chapter 6/37 | explicit

enemies to lovers / ABO / cheerleader!Jason / (eventual) high school sweethearts / slow burn

lost boys - chapter 6 [on AO3]

‘So, you managed to get up Carver’s slutty little skirt yet?’

Eddie nearly dropped the cash, scrabbling for the notes as they spilled into the open lunchbox out of his wallet.

‘What the fuck?’ he sputtered.

Billy’s grin was like a shark’s. His breath misted in the air, smoke and icy fog mingling.

‘You’ve been panting after him for fuckin’ ever,’ Billy said, and Eddie felt the cold sweat slicking its way down his back. ‘Pretty fucking ballsy, turning up like that earlier. You’re either really fucking sure you’re in there already, or you’re thicker than Indiana cow shit.’

‘I’m not– What? The hell are you–’ Eddie’s mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, and he could feel the panic flooding off him like steam. Billy could obviously see it, too, because he was laughing even as Eddie floundered.

Probably smell it, too, even if he was beta. Couldn’t be much more obvious.

Eddie groaned and dropped his head in his hands.

‘Scratch that,’ Billy said dryly. ‘Gotta be both.’

‘I’m not,’ Eddie said desperately, peeking up at Billy through his fingers. ‘I mean– We’re not– He’s not like that, dude, don’t talk shit about him, okay? That’s not cool. I just– He’s been tutoring me so I don’t crash and burn the hell out of school for real this time. I wanted to tell him I got a decent grade on my chem test. I was being a dumbass, that’s the whole sordid story, no– no panting, or getting in anywhere. Jesus.’

Billy’s smirk felt like it was stripping the paint off all of Eddie’s walls.

‘You’re a shitty liar, Munson.’

‘I’m not lying,’ Eddie growled.

‘You trying to say you’re not trailing after Carver by the dick is the biggest crock of shit I’ve heard in this shitheap of a town. You’re a liar,’ Billy said dryly, and stubbed out his cigarette on the table.

‘And you’re an asshole,’ Eddie said, thin and tight, because Billy was right; Eddie was fucking useless at lying to people’s faces.

Billy grinned. ‘Could’ve gone with something more believable,’ he said, standing up and shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. His purchases had already disappeared somewhere. ‘Tutoring’s a stretch. I’d believe you’re a moron, three-shot wonder, but there’s no way the bimbo brigade’s getting more than a two-point-five. Maybe a three-point-oh if he actually is sucking a few dicks on the side.’

It was a shitty thing to say, and Eddie knew it was only to piss him off. He knew he shouldn’t rise to it.

He popped out of his seat with a snarl anyway, because he couldn’t help himself.

‘Don’t fucking talk about him like that,’ he spat. ‘Jason would never do that, and he wouldn’t have to, because he’s really fucking smart. Smarter than you, asshole. So shut your damn mouth about him and stop being a cunt.’

Billy laughed, eyes rolling as he turned away.

‘Knothead,’ he threw over his shoulder, and was gone.

by stilinscute

chapter five

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Luca scratches at the back of his neck anxiously. “I, uh, I wanted to say sorry.”

Shane is already waving him off before the words are fully out of his mouth. “It’s fine, honestly. I think it’s reasonable to be grumpy when someone’s forcing you to miss out on something fun. I appreciate the apology, but don’t worry about it.”

Luca grimaces, and Shane notices him visibly hesitate, eyes growing distant in thought before he shakes his head, forces out, “No, that’s not- well, I guess I am sorry for that too- I just… I wanted to-”

“Spit it out, kid.” Shane interrupts, not unkindly, but voice stern as he levels Luca with an unblinking stare.

There has been a growing trend in permaculture called "food forests," where you plant a bunch of native edible plants (and plants that shelter essential wildlife to keep the edible plants healthy) in layered ways that increase productivity and protect each other from extremes in weather as climate change ramps up. There was a study in Japan that produced the Miyazaki Method for planning a food forest. It seems now that, while this is extremely effective in the temperate parts of Japan and ecosystems similar to the one the test was done in, this may not be universally true, especially in places that don't naturally sustain forests.

Still, I think the concept can be expanded to produce things like "food scrublands," "food prairies," "food marshes," etc. The biggest hurdle in my opinion is that many colonial settlers are unfamiliar with the native food that grows or once grew in their area, making the idea of a native food ecosystem daunting to those who hold the power to actually implement these ideas.

And maybe there's a part of him that wonders whether it will all be over once he eventually gives it up. Maybe there's a persistent nagging at the back of his brain, telling him that Ilya is only in it for the chase and that once he's actually had Shane he will become just another notch on his bedpost.