Woah There

not only because bees are one of the most important animals in the world and their job is a lot more than gathering honey but also because they are what scientists refer to as an “indicator species”

I preach this shit to everyone who will listen and I always get “WAAAAH I HATE BEES THEY STING AND THEY ARE BIG MEANIES!” but think about your future life without kiwis, cranberries, blueberries, strawberries, blackberries, peaches, sunflowers, cotton, apples, plums, pears, mustard, celery, peppers, tomatoes, eggplant, beans, cherries, melons, turnips, canola oil, alfalfa, soybeans, lemons, oranges, and I could go on forever.

Plant flowers that bees like and that attract them.

Bees prefer flowers that are blue, purple, and yellow. Choose flowers that bloom successively over the spring, summer, and fall seasons such as coreopsis, Russian sage, or germander. They especially love clover! Other plants include sage, salvia, oregano, lavender, ironweed, yarrow, yellow hyssop, alfalfa, honeywort, dragonhead, echinacea, bee balm, buttercup, goldenrod and English thyme. Buy seeds online.

GET RID OF THE PESTICIDES!!

If pesticides are killing off the bees so easily, what do you think it’s doing to us? The EPA says studies have shown pesticides can cause birth defects, nerve damage, and cancer. There are other ways to get rid of pests in the garden than using chemicals. Organic Garden Pests shows you how to keep off the bugs the organic way.

Give the bees a free home!

Giving bees a “bee block” alone is a huge load off their backs! You can buy homes here or  You can even build your own. 

Please, if you have already reblogged this, reblog this is again with what I have posted onto it so you know what you can do to help. We can make a difference.

Sources and other helpful links:

5 ways to help our disappearing bees

How to “Friend” Your Native Bees

Why gardening is good for your health

- Chasing people who don’t want you

-Making up lots of stories and worlds

-Overtalking whenever there’s someone to talk to

-Excessive reading

-Daydreaming

-Clinging emotionally to others

-Being the ‘disposable’ friend in the group

-Excessive baths

-Talking to oneself

-Obsessive friendships

“Say you’ll never ever leave from beside me”

Artist: https://royugang.artstation.com/

me, after indulging in aforementioned content:

And here she and the statue are in a more formal setting (museum or art show, I can’t tell):

Okay, this is…stressful… This is the first chapter of a fanfic that I am slowly, very slowly, writing. It’s a Gravity Falls fic and it’s probably terrible, but here it is internet. Please don’t destroy me. Eventually this WILL be a Pinecest fic. I know there are many people against that particular ship and I understand, but I love that ship the most out of the series. Forgive me. And hopefully enjoy this…? Also, this is planned to be a very dark story.

After going home and relating the events of  the summer to their parents, Mabel and Dipper were immediately cut off from contact with their Grunkles.

…

Story Time

“So kids, how was your summer?” We had gotten home from our summer in Gravity Falls and our parents had just picked us up from the bus station. They weren’t too thrilled about Waddles, but they didn’t want to upset Mabel so they got a crate for pigs and put him in the trunk of the car.

Mabel and I were still a little out of it after sleeping for most of the ride to Piedmont, so we didn’t think before we started telling them about everything. “Well, we survived! Heh almost didn’t think we would…” I said with a crooked smile.

Dad looked back at us over his shoulder and laughed, “Your Great Uncle work you to death in his gift shop?” Mabel and I smiled at each other and she grabbed my hand.

“Yeah, but that wasn’t hard at all! It was really fun! The gnomes and zombies and dinosaurs were the hard stuff!” She laid her head on my shoulder as she laughed. We had started drifting again.

I heard mom giggle while saying, “Stanford certainly let you two goof off quite a bit, I would have thought he would have been stricter than that.” I furrowed my brow in confusion for a minute and then realized they didn’t know.

“Oh yeah Grunkle Ford wasn’t around, at first it was Grunkle Stan…” I mumbled half-asleep. Mom stared at me like I had two heads.

“Dipper, what do you mean Grunkle Ford and Grunkle Stan? Did he have you call him something different halfway through the summer?” Mom looked soo confused.

I shook my head, “No, no, no. It was Great Uncle Stanley fi-” Then she cut me off.

“I’m sorry Dipper, but no it couldn’t have been your Great Uncle Stanley…” she looked at me in that patronizing way adults tend to do, “well, he passed away years ago.” She reached back patting my leg in what I’m sure she thought was a comforting way.

I snickered at that, “Mom, no, he didn’t. He faked his death so he could stand in as Grunkle Ford.” I’m surprised they didn’t know this already, I thought Mabel was keeping them up to date.

She jerked her hand away. Her eyes darted between Mabel, who was now asleep, and myself. “N-no…that’s not possible…that stuff only happens in fiction Dipper…” was mom okay? She sounded so freaked, it was weird to see her acting like this…

“I know it’s strange and hard to believe mom, heck we didn’t believe it until after all the government g-” I really shouldn’t have mentioned that bit, but I really wanted mom to listen…

“Government?! What do you mean? Is Stanford under some sort of government contract or something?” Mom was trying to calm her breathing down as dad asked that.

I winced, I should honestly have gone with that, but… ”No, Grunkle Stan stole toxic waste to powe-” I am going to shut up. I need to just shut up.

“TOXIC WASTE?!” The car swerved dangerously when dad jerked to look at me. I could hear Waddles squealing in the back, it only lasted a moment. “What are you even talking about Dipper?!” Dad pulled to the side of the road. “Are you alright son? Are you feeling okay? This sort of fantasy we could imagine your sister having, but not you.” He got out and and opened my door, leaning down to feel my forehead.

He looked so worried…”Dad, really, I’m fine. We had a crazy summer with Grunkle Stan, but it’s fine, we’re fine. I promise.” I just wanted them to feel better. I didn’t want Mom and Dad to be upset. “I’ll tell you everything that happened if it’ll make you feel better!” That was my biggest mistake yet.

As we sat there on the side of the road I recounted our summer as concisely as possible from Mabel’s Gnome  boyfriend/s, Waddles and the time traveler, and Gideon going after us in a giant robot (which apparently Grunkle Stan lied and said we were in a hotel?) all the way through to zombies, ghost hunting, and of course Weirdmageddon.

Mabel had woken up confused as to why we weren’t home yet somewhere around the zombie karaoke incident and eagerly jumped in to talk about her side of it all. She even backtracked to some things that I didn’t really know about… at the end of it all Mom was crying and shaking her head while dad shook with anger. “He must have drugged them…that’s the only possibility…he faked his death…he’s banned from over half the country…who knows what he did to Ford…”

“Dad! No Stan wouldn’t do anything to actually hurt us! And like I said he saved Grunkle Ford!” I was panicking, how could dad think this of his uncle? I looked over at Mabel, she was about to cry. We should have just lied and said summer was boring.

“Mom…dad…how could you think that Stan would do that? He is more devoted to family than anything else! He would never dare even try to cause us harm…” Mabel was desperately clutching my arm while sobbing around her defense of Grunkle Stan.

Dad held his head in his hands trying to calm down, “They honestly believe Stan was taking care of them…What…how can…” He stepped away and closed my door, leaning over the trunk with his face in his hands. Looking worried, mom got out and went to dad. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They had to have been whispering because neither of us could hear them.

“Bro-bro…I’m worried…they don’t believe us…” Mabel turned her head into my arm, “What if they try to hurt Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford?” I couldn’t stand how betrayed she sounded.

Jane Elliot: