theres a part in my fern textbook where it talks about fern 'spore banks' in the soil where fern spores land on the ground and instead of germinating get buried and can stay viable for several years and sometimes i think about it bc although they didnt elaborate on why this might be useful, if i was a fern-- a little guy who's survival strategy is notoriously to be the first to colonize any disturbed new places so i dont have to bother with any competition-- this would be a pretty sick deal.
like this is unconfirmed fern lore but like, if im a spore sittin several inches to feet underground and something happens thats bad enough to rip up the soil and expose me to sunlight and water again, its probably also bad enough to rip up all my competition and let me do whatever i want on a clean slate with all the nutrients i could wish for in the ruins of the ecosystem i was buried under. like, via a terrible natural disaster or landslide or something. and im already adapted to the environment because i came from a fern that was there the last time the land was ripped up and recolonized with ferns. rip to the other plants but im different lmaooo
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do you think with all of henrys weird ass cop training shawn knows the warning signs for different natural disasters
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Day 25 - Braid
written for @prongsfoot-microfic!
The minute Remus saw the braids in Sirius’ hair, he knew it would be a bad day.
If it was just one, or even two, then there wouldn’t be a need to resort to such dramatics but that there were…three, four, five—sheesh who hurt him—six, seven braids in total meant that, well. Either someone was about to die or James was about to combust. Sirius would be doing the killing, of course, because how dare anyone push James to such an edge but that didn’t make any it any better. If anything, it was worse. Remus resigned himself to clean-up duty and damage control for the rest of the week.
Sirius’ hair was like a Richter scale determining the seismic intensity of James’ emotions. Oh, two-three braids? Not that bad, could just be a regular day. Five? Yellow flag. Houston, we have a problem.
A six-seven pointer? Steer clear for there’s either thunderclouds brewing or dangerous levels of brooding going on.
But, anything eight or above? Immediate evacuation. The entire surrounding area is at risk of total annihilation. All of Sirius’ considerable capabilities would be geared towards managing James, leaving everyone else vulnerable.
So when Remus sees the seven braids, tied into an intricate updo, he immediately gathered his things and got up. Better to make his escape now.
But it’s the look on Sirius’ face that made his brisk walk turn into a near run as he tried to get away from the blast radius as quickly as possible.
He sighed in relief as a large explosion rocked the ground beneath his feet the moment he cleared the corner. Thank Merlin.
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if you, as an author, create a minor character who is important to one of your primary characters, and then kill them off so the main character will be sad, know this: i hate you. i am biting you. i hope you get a hangnail and that the grocery store is out of your preferred plant milk.
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Narrowing my eyes at Frostpunk. Maybe i should watch a playthrough or something as homework
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ngl i get mad MAD when people are like "oh there are terrible things/people in europe too" in an effort to normalize what the fuck goes on here like lmfaooo thanks for telling me that i literally thought europe was a dreamland utopia where everything is good forever!!! welp at least they still have some basic human rights and stuff like that i guess.
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despite the fact that, for at least 14 years, my Notable Dance Ability™ (to the point that every single new teacher and friend AND the artistic director I last auditioned for have to comment on it and/or make me demonstrate) is That Girl Can Jump, I've never thought much about being naturally good at it aside from joking about my thighs but now I'm trying to figure out how to teach kids the progression from like baby jumps to fun jumps and my brain is just like well. you just. you Just Do It. that is All.
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I live in hell because I both am obsessed with and know a lot about my special interests while also having really bad memory that requires me to constantly reread and research stuff over and over again when I am not confident that I'm remembering right. Anyway, this post brought to you by me going to answer a question about a made up fantasy world and proceeding to spiral while frantically flipping through my historical atlas of the Balkans.
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