#cycad care

[cselandscapearchitect]

Resilient Beauty: Cycad Species Thriving in the Low Desert Landscapes

Several cycad species can thrive in the low desert regions, offering a touch of prehistoric beauty and resilience to arid environments. Here are a few cycad species that are well-suited for the low desert: Dioon edule (Dwarf Dioon) Cycas revoluta (Sago Palm) Encephalartos ferox (Zulu Cycad) Zamia furfuracea (Cardboard Palm) Cycas panzhihuaensis (Panzhihua Cycad) Dioon edule Dioon edule,…

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c dream and c punz from dreamsmp

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[gingerteafairy]

Writers block (james p. march x reader)

He lowered himself into the chair across from her, his movements graceful, like someone accustomed to holding the room’s attention. “what kind of writer are you?” “I’m working on a romance now.” she mumbled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, suddenly feeling self-conscious. The man leaned forward slightly, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. “A romance, huh?” His voice was low, his smirk widening. “And what does a woman like you know about romance?” “Well… I think that makes the story more interesting, don’t you think?”

Tags: flirt, reader is a writer in this au, hotel cortez is situated away from the city, basically late night talking w jpm about writers block, no smut. Words:3.9k

The town appeared like a forgotten relic as she drove deeper into the heart of the forest. The further she ventured, the more the world outside seemed to dissolve into shadows, and the air thickened with a weight that made her heart flutter with both anxiety and excitement. She was running from the world, from the expectations and the noise of fame. As a bestselling author, the limelight had always felt uncomfortable—distracting. People always sought her attention, hounding her for interviews, for pictures. Being an introvert with a sharp tongue, she didn’t much care for the spotlight.

The car's headlights cut through the growing darkness, illuminating the twisted branches of the cycad and oak trees that flanked the road, their silhouettes more sinister than she expected. The scenery turned from tranquil to eerie, the pines pressing close like ancient guardians, the shadows playing tricks on her mind. In the distance, a lone figure rose against the horizon—a hotel, standing eerily alone amidst the emptiness, as if it had been waiting for her arrival.

When she arrived, the hotel seemed to embrace her with a strange mix of warmth and isolation. The outside exuded an air of haunting mystery, the dark woods closing in around it like a secret. But once inside, she was met with an unexpected contrast. The lobby was lavish, steeped in dark woods and rich, velvety fabrics, the chandeliers casting a soft glow across the polished floors. It was elegant—too elegant for a place in the middle of nowhere. The air inside felt like it belonged to another era, untouched by time.

A voice interrupted her thoughts. “One person?”

She blinked, startled, before offering a small, hesitant smile. “Yes. I’ll be staying a while. Is that alright?” Her voice faltered slightly, betraying her nerves.

The man behind the counter regarded her with a steady, almost indifferent gaze. “No problem.” He slid the register toward her. “Sign here.” She did, and he handed her a key with a soft, monotone, “Enjoy your stay.”

She nodded, a tight smile playing on her lips, before retreating to her room. The cold of the outside air seeped into her bones, and as soon as the door closed behind her, she dropped her bags to the floor. The first thing she did was pull on a simple white pajama, the soft fabric offering little warmth against the chill that clung to her skin. Her body ached from the long drive, but her mind raced, searching for inspiration. She sat at the desk, trying to focus, but fatigue soon clouded her thoughts. Her eyes wandered up to the wooden beams of the ceiling, and she let out a sigh, willing sleep to claim her.

That’s when she heard it—a voice, smooth and velvet-like, cutting through the stillness. “Hello, dear.”

Startled, she snapped her gaze toward the doorway. There, standing just inside, was a man. He had entered without her noticing. His presence was imposing but somehow calming, like the perfect storm—dark, mysterious, and magnetic. His sharp, well-dressed appearance was striking—dark, tailored clothing that seemed too refined for the rustic charm of the hotel. His mustache was meticulously groomed, and his hair, styled to perfection, only made his chiseled features more enticing. But it was his eyes—dark, piercing, like a shadowed mystery—that drew her in.

“Is everything to your liking?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, drawing her in even more.

“Yeah,” she replied quickly, a little breathless, her fingers nervously brushing against the edge of her notebook. “I’m just… trying to write something.”

The man’s eyes glinted with a certain amusement as he took a step closer. “May I come in?” He spoke with an almost teasing warmth, the words seemingly wrapped in velvet. “I wouldn’t want to disturb you, of course.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but her nerves only heightened her resolve. With a gentle smile, she gestured toward the chair. “Oh, sure. I—I'm not… I'm not really busy.”

He stepped further into the room, his movements slow, deliberate, as though he were in no rush. His gaze swept the room, but there was something about the way he looked at her—like he was savoring each moment, each detail.

He stopped by the desk and observed her for a moment before his lips curled into a slight, knowing smirk. “A writer, are we?” His voice held an edge of curiosity, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“More like… trying to be,” she answered, shifting in her seat, suddenly feeling too small under his gaze. “I’ve had some books published, but I’m trying to write something more… exciting.”

His eyebrow arched with playful interest. He lowered himself into the chair across from her, his movements graceful, like someone accustomed to holding the room’s attention. “Exciting, hm? And what kind of writer are you?”

“Thrillers,” she mumbled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “But I’m working on a romance now.”

The man leaned forward slightly, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. “A romance, huh?” His voice was low, his smirk widening. “And what does a woman like you know about romance?”

The question took her by surprise, and she flinched, her eyes darting around the room, desperate to find something to focus on. She forced herself to look back at him, trying to steady her nerves. “Well… I think that makes the story more interesting, don’t you think?”

His laughter came then, soft and rich, like the sound of silk brushing against skin. It made her pulse quicken, and she felt warmth creeping up her neck. He was enjoying this—enjoying her discomfort. And somehow, that made her feel more alive.

“Interesting,” he echoed, his voice darker now, as though savoring her unease. “I suppose you're right. A romance between someone who doesn’t know what she’s doing and someone who does could make for a fascinating tale. What’s your name, dear?”

She shifted in her seat. “Uhm… that’s embarrassing…” she said, her voice softer than she intended, presenting her name.

“I’m James Patrick March.” He held out his hand.

The way he said his name—like it was a whispered invitation—made her fingers tremble slightly as she took his hand. His grip was firm, yet there was a gentleness to it, a subtle contrast that left her feeling both grounded and unsettled at once. Their fingers lingered, just a moment longer than was proper, and she quickly pulled away, her heart beating faster than she cared to admit.

"So, what’s a bestselling writer doing in the middle of nowhere?” His voice cut through the tension with an edge of curiosity.

“You know… my work?” She felt the air between them thicken. She squirmed under the weight of it, feeling almost exposed under his study. He read her books.

“Plenty of them.” He responded, not wanting to ruin his charming nonchalant image by saying he read all of your books.

“I needed to be away from the world,” she replied quietly, her gaze briefly meeting his. “I just wanted some peace… The media doesn't care much for a moody woman writer, i threw a book in one disturbing man, you must have heard the news.”

A flicker of something passed across his face—amusement? Sympathy? Whatever it was, it vanished quickly, replaced by a soft chuckle. “Oh, I hate the media too, enough to not see this disturbing moment of yours.”

His gaze swept over the room again, resting on the papers scattered on her desk. “And here I am, disrupting your peace.”

“No,” she said too quickly, flustered. “I mean… you’re good company.” She hesitated, unsure why she was so candid. “I haven't talked to anyone like this in a while.”

“Well, I do take pride in being good company,” he said, his voice lowering, a touch of teasing warmth coloring his words. “Especially with pretty women like you.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away quickly, feeling the heat spread across her face. Was he really flirting with her? Her lips parted, unsure of how to respond, but a shy smile found its way to her lips. “I guess I should take that as a compliment, Mr. March.”

He smiled again, and she could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. He was enjoying this game—enjoying her discomfort. He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a near whisper. “You should, my dear. I don’t give compliments to just anyone.”

“Well, I don’t believe it,” she said, her voice playful despite the fluttering in her chest. “You're quite the charming man.”

He chuckled again, leaning back into his chair. “Is that so?” His gaze never wavered, studying her with an intensity that made her feel as though he were reading the very thoughts she was trying to hide. “Do you think I go around charming girls every day?”

She met his eyes, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. “You’ve certainly given me some inspiration to get back to my writing, Mr. March.”

His smile softened, but the mystery in his eyes remained. “Did I now?” He glanced down at her papers. “You know, meeting a man like me might just be the perfect inspiration for a romance…”

“Well, we writers always pick the best qualities of our inspirations,” she said with a quiet laugh, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

James ran a hand through his dark gelled hair,messing it up slightly, before his gaze shifted to the window, where rain had begun to fall softly. For a moment, the room was silent, filled only with the gentle patter of the rain outside. There was something about the stillness of the moment that felt charged—like something was waiting to happen, but neither of them had yet decided what.

“How long are you staying?” The question came out of nowhere, unexpected, but it seemed to flow effortlessly from his lips. James was watching her intently, his eyes never leaving her face, as if he was savoring each word she spoke.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered softly, “Until I finish my book. I just… don’t have much peace in town lately.” The admission was almost too personal, but she didn’t mind. The weight of the silence between them felt comfortable, not suffocating.

James nodded, his expression thoughtful, as if he understood the need to escape. “And how long will that take?” he asked, his voice low, almost contemplative.

“It depends,” she replied, meeting his gaze again, a small smile tugging at her lips. “But I think it will be quick with my inspiration so close to me.” Her words hung in the air for a moment, and she suddenly realized her mouth was dry. The cup before her was empty.

James’ voice broke the silence, smooth and rich, laced with an unexpected sensuality. “You’ve finished your water,” he remarked, his gaze lingering on her. “Would you like some more?”

She laughed, trying to play it off. “Sure, I was about to ask where the kitchen is… I’m starving.” A small chuckle escaped her as she rubbed her empty stomach, hoping it wouldn’t make another embarrassing noise.

His smile deepened, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, I can’t have you go hungry, can I?” he said with a soft chuckle. “Follow me. I’ll show you the kitchen.”

He stood and walked toward the door with an effortless grace, his steps deliberate. She watched him for a moment, then stood up, grabbing a coat to cover the plain white pajamas she was wearing. As she did, she felt James’ gaze on her. His eyes swept over her, and she could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. The way he looked at her, so effortlessly, made her feel exposed, as if he could see through the thin fabric of her simple attire. She pulled her coat tighter around her, a futile attempt to shield herself from the way his eyes lingered.

Stepping out of the room, she followed him down the hotel corridor, the soft plush carpet beneath their feet muffling their steps. The space around them seemed to hum with quiet sophistication—the dark wooden walls, the faint glow of dim lighting giving the hallway an intimate, almost secretive feel. Ahead of them, the elevator doors stood like a silent sentinel, their dark sheen reflecting the pale light as if guarding the unknown. She was keenly aware of every detail, the air thick with something unspoken between them.

As they neared the elevator, James reached out with a casual grace and pressed the call button. The soft chime echoed through the silence, breaking it for just a moment. He turned to her, a smile playing on his lips.

“You know,” he said with a sly smirk, his voice smooth, “you look adorable in those pajamas.”

She froze for a moment, a warmth flooding her cheeks. The pink tint spread quickly, betraying her embarrassment. “Oh…” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Mr. March.” She quickly changed the subject, not wanting to linger on the sudden awkwardness. “Uhm… are you the owner of this place?”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying her attempt to shift the conversation. “Yes,” he replied, his hands casually tucked behind his back, his eyes gliding over her as if he could read her every thought. “I’m the owner. Anything you need while you’re here, I take care of it.” His tone was both confident and reassuring, as if nothing could be too much trouble for him.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft swish, and the sudden movement seemed to break the tension that had been building between them. But as she stepped inside, she couldn’t shake the feeling that James was always just a little too aware of her—of everything about her. His presence was commanding, yet unsettlingly warm, like the quiet before a storm. The air between them crackled with an electric charge that she couldn’t explain.

As the elevator doors closed behind them, she found herself glancing at him once more, unsure of what to say or do next. His eyes, dark and knowing, locked onto hers, and she wondered if he was just as aware of the pull between them.

Before she could talk, the elevator came to a soft halt, and the doors opened to reveal a grand kitchen, with polished marble countertops and an elegant chandelier casting a warm glow over everything. The space was impeccable, almost unreal, and it added to the surreal feeling of the night.

James led her inside, his steps light, almost predatory in the way he moved. “Come on, then,” he said, gesturing toward the dining area. “I’ll get you something to eat. No one should be starving on my watch.”

She followed him into the kitchen, still flustered but intrigued by the charm he exuded. James seemed like the kind of man who could make any situation feel like an intimate, unforgettable moment. He moved with practiced ease, effortlessly pulling out ingredients and setting up the counter.

“Are you always so… hospitable?” she asked, half-joking, as she took a seat at the table. She tried to keep the conversation light, but the heat in her chest betrayed her curiosity.

He paused for a moment, glancing over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Hospitable?” he repeated with a smirk. “Is that what you think? Maybe I’m just trying to keep you… entertained.” He winked, the playful glint in his eyes sending a shiver down her spine.

Before she could respond, he was plating up what looked like a fine meal—tender cuts of steak, roasted vegetables, and a delicate sauce that filled the air with an intoxicating aroma. He placed the plate in front of her with a flourish, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Bon appétit," he said, settling across from her, the chair creaking slightly as he sat. James poured them both a glass of wine, the deep red liquid swirling elegantly in the glass as he filled it.

He lifted his glass to her, his gaze never leaving her face. “To a night of unexpected company,” he said, his voice warm and rich. “I must admit, you’re quite the surprise. I wasn’t expecting someone so… interesting to walk through these doors.”

She raised her own glass, meeting his eyes with a playful glint. “And what exactly makes me interested, Mr. March?” she asked, her lips curling into a teasing smile.

James leaned back in his chair, his hand gently resting on his wine glass. He studied her, eyes glimmering with amusement and something else, something more personal. “Well, let’s see,” he began, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone as he inspected her like a puzzle he was trying to solve. “You’re clearly not like the other guests who’ve stayed here—too caught up in their own little worlds. They don’t interest me, so I cut them off.” His eyes softened, just a little, before he continued. “There’s something about you that is worth my attention.”

Her cheeks flushed, a warm tingling sensation spreading across her skin. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his charm, though there was something in his gaze that made her heart flutter. “You’re quite the charmer, Mr. March,” she replied, swirling her wine in her glass as she looked at him over the rim.

“I’m just trying to make sense of everything,” she admitted, the softness of the moment pushing her to speak more openly than she’d intended. “You know… my writing. My life. It's all just… a little out of focus right now.””

“So, what do you think?” he asked, his lips curling into that infuriatingly charming smile again. “Are you ready to find that clarity, Miss Writer?”

She met his gaze, surprised by the weight of his words. There was something oddly comforting about how he spoke, something that made her want to stay in this moment, to linger in the quiet understanding between them.

She smiled back, her nerves melting away as she met his gaze. “I think,” she said softly, “I just don’t feel ready to get anything but my writing, even conversations like this are quite… difficult.”

“Oh? And what makes you so skeptical?” he asked, his voice dipping into something more playful, but still smooth. He leaned forward, just enough to close the distance between them.

“I don’t know, maybe it is the long time without really talking to a man that isn’t an editor or job mates.” she said with a sly smile. “You have a way of making everything sound… too good to be true. A little too perfect.”

“Perfect?” He leaned back, an exaggerated expression of surprise on his face. “Now, that’s a word I don’t often hear. Are you suggesting that perfection doesn’t exist?” His gaze held hers, and there was a teasing edge to his words. “Or perhaps,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “you just haven’t met anyone perfect yet.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it felt like the space between them was charged, each of them silently acknowledging the subtle connection. She broke the silence with a teasing smile. “Well, Mr. March, you certainly know how to make a woman feel special.”

He chuckled softly, lifting his glass again. “I do try,” he said with a wink. “But I must admit, you make it easy. A woman who can appreciate a good conversation… Now, that’s rare.”

“I think you’ve met a lot of women who appreciate a good conversation, Mr. March.” She leaned on the table, her head resting in one hand while the other held her glass delicately, swirling the wine inside.

“Not really,” he said with a relaxed smile, his eyes meeting hers. “My ex-wife was the only one I could really have a good conversation with.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued but trying to sound casual. “You were married?”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and pleasant. “Yes, I was. It's been a long time since we’ve been apart. Decades, in fact.”

Her brows furrowed as she processed the words, her mind trying to piece together the story. "Decades? How old are you?"

James paused, lifting his glass and taking a slow sip of wine, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and thought. He seemed to think about the response for a while. “Thirty-eight,” he replied, his voice almost teasing as he gouged her reaction.

She blinked, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Thirty-eight? I… honestly didn’t expect that,” she admitted, her gaze lingering on him a little longer than she intended. She quickly looked away, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks.

James leaned back in his chair, clearly amused by her reaction. “What did you expect? A man in his fifties?”

“No, not exactly. I mean…You look fantastic.” she laughed, her shoulders relaxing. “ but you carry yourself with a certain… maturity, you know.” She sipped her wine, trying to sound casual, but the words came out a little too quickly.

“Ah, maturity, huh?” He grinned, his voice lowering slightly, as if enjoying the play of their conversation. “I suppose I have learned a few things over the years. But, to be fair, it’s the experiences that teach you, not just age. But I had a lot of years to experiment things.”

She nodded, feeling both intrigued and a little flustered by how easily he managed to keep the conversation flowing, always at ease. “I suppose that’s true. Experiences are…good.”

A comfortable silence hung between them for a moment, the soft clink of their glasses filling the space. James, with his usual charm, broke the quiet. “So, what about you? Are you a woman of many experiences?”

She paused for a second, her lips curving into a small smile as she leaned forward slightly, eyes sparkling. “God, no. I’m far away from that.”

James raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Tell more about it.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Let’s just say that my experiences in romance were replaced by writing, just a few dates, nothing really worthed to say.”

He grinned “Fair enough. I’ll take that as an invitation to get to know you better.” He took another sip of wine, eyes locking with hers, and the air between them felt charged, though still light.

“Oh, so you’re interested in knowing me better?” She crosses her legs in the chair, playfully. The shorts raised up, giving him a sight of her beautiful legs.

“I’m interested in fulfilling your romance with an interesting adventure.” He smirks, touching his mustache.

“How?” She asked, pressing her tights together, playing with her hair.

James leans on the table, facing her with a desirefull look. “You’re interested in older man, Ms. Writer?”

The question opened space for a tensioned silence, the excitement atmosphere getting heavier. She took a deep breath, catching the air sucked by the intense eye contact with the man before talking in a silk-like tone. “Can’t give you a proper answer without experiencing it.”

He leans back for a moment, amazed with her flirty attitude towards him, so unaware of what he truly is, or was over the decades. So, the night followed normally. She got back to her room impressed by James' charm. Little did she know she was luckier than she thought, as the first woman James March didn’t feel the need to kill to have fun. Maybe because she was too beautiful for that or maybe because he wanted to see how his character ended in her book. Furthermore, he liked to think about the last theory, even if he thought that she was beautiful enough to make a monster fall on her grace.

[akariuta311101]

M-Maiasaura

Taxonomic Group: Maiasaura is a genus within the Hadrosauridae family, classified under the subfamily Saurolophinae. It is part of the group commonly known as duck-billed dinosaurs.

Size and Weight: Maiasaura was a medium to large dinosaur, measuring around 9 meters (30 feet) in length and weighing approximately 2 to 3 metric tons (4,400 to 6,600 pounds).

Time Period: This dinosaur lived during the Late Cretaceous period, approximately 76 to 74 million years ago.

Location: Fossils of Maiasaura have been discovered in North America, particularly in the state of Montana, USA.

Diet: As a herbivore, Maiasaura primarily fed on a variety of plants. Its dental structure, with closely packed dental batteries, was well-suited for grinding tough vegetation, including conifers, cycads, and flowering plants.

Distinctive Features: Maiasaura is known for its distinctive flat, duck-billed snout. It also had a robust body and a long tail that helped balance its weight.

Head Structure: Its skull was elongated with a beak-like structure at the front for cropping plants. The teeth were arranged in rows, forming dental batteries that allowed efficient processing of plant material. The nasal passages were relatively simple compared to crested hadrosaurs.

Movement and Behavior: Maiasaura was capable of both bipedal and quadrupedal movement. It likely moved on all fours while foraging and could rear up on its hind legs for speed or to reach higher vegetation.

Initial Discovery: The genus Maiasaura was described by Jack Horner and Robert Makela in 1979, based on fossils discovered in the Two Medicine Formation in Montana. The name Maiasaura means “good mother lizard,” highlighting evidence of parental care.

Skin and Fossil Finds: While skin impressions of Maiasaura are rare, skeletal remains are abundant. These include nearly complete skeletons, skulls, vertebrae, and limb bones, providing extensive information about its anatomy and behavior.

Social Behavior: Evidence suggests that Maiasaura lived in large herds and exhibited complex social behavior. Fossilized nesting sites indicate that Maiasaura engaged in communal nesting and cared for their young, providing protection and ensuring their survival.

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Hannah would never forget the moment she first laid eyes on a ginkgo tree. 

It was shortly after she’d stepped off the plane from England. Amidst waiting with her entourage, she spotted the fan-leaved deciduous hiding within a rush of Japanese maple. Its green coloring stuck out like a sore thumb beside their purple foliage, then Hannah saw the unique leaf shape. At the time it was early April. When autumn arrived, the ginkgo’s matcha green would turn a vivid yellow not even the Temple of the Golden Pavilion could outshine.  

Charles Darwin once dubbed the ginko a “living fossil,” and indeed his description was appropriate. Ginkgos were one of the oldest surviving trees in existence, believed to date back some 200 million years, if not, longer. So much time and history passed down from seed to seed. Staring up at one was like staring at a cornerstone of creation; what came before us, what will be here after.

Hannah could list an encyclopedia of facts about ginkgos. For one, they were gymnosperms, which was a fancy-shmancy way of saying they were nonflowering and only reproduced via seeds exposed to pollen, rather than inside fruits. This placed them in the same division (clade) as cycads and conifers. However, because of their uniqueness and specificity, ginkgos belonged to their own nomenclature. You could also guess the age by its stem coloration; The greyer the branches, the older the tree.

A native species brought over from China, the ginkgo would become a popular symbol within Japanese culture, both in art and in politics. The first European to study the deciduous tree was a German naturalist and explorer by the name of Engelbert Kaempfer. Upon visiting a temple in Nagasaki around 1691, he enquired the name of the tree, having never seen one before. But the native dialect of his tour guide got lost in translation, and so, he wrote down “ginkgo,” much to the confusion of every modern day Chinese and Japanese, for the word did not exist. The true name of the ginkgo is the “maidenhair tree” (銀杏) pronounced “ee-tchō.” Kaempfer’s mistake has never since been corrected.   

Though for those not born in East Asia, ginkgos were a gateway to someplace more, a sign you had ventured outside the world as you knew it. For Hannah, this meant her impending marriage to Satoru, the clan leader of the noble Gojo family, one of the Three Sorcerer Families of Japan. It meant a different country. It meant change.

Maidenhair, she thought. Fitting that she’d spotted one so quickly, as she was set to be a maiden no more. 

In time, Hannah would grow fond of the fan-leaved tree. It would shed its foreignness into something reminiscent of home; The Gojo estate was flush with ginkgo, drenching the house in nature’s botanical gold come October.

Which so happened to be now.

Hannah inhaled a deep breath as she readjusted her blanket, fighting off the early autumn chill. She should really stop doing this. It wasn’t smart to keep shoji panels open when the weather was cold; lets out all the heat. But she couldn’t help herself.

When the morning sun hit the forest at just the right angle, the mountainscape was too beautiful to ignore. It had to be witnessed by one’s own eyes.

Ginkgos. Maples. Japanese larches and pines.

She could stare at them for forever if she wanted, forgetting her worries and her cares. There was no place on earth more magical than Mt. Takao. 

She heard a soft grunt immminating behind her and the rustling of bedsheets. Hannah turned around.

She saw the Berllini statue in the shape of her husband, sound asleep on her futon, a living artwork of sculpted abs and muscle. They had slept in her room again last night and had optioned the floor. He was butt naked underneath the covers, torso barely covered from alternating positions in his sleep. His exposed skin looked soft to the touch. She could hear his gentle snoring, snowy white hair strewn every which way atop the pillow. He’d be needing it cut soon.

Hannah smiled, thinking back to last night. If she closed her thighs together, real tight, she could still feel him there, pulsing and incessant. The love they made must’ve tuckered the poor man out. Not even the cold had awoken him. 

Perhaps she should put some clothes on and head down to breakfast. Today was sure to be a busy one.  

Satoru grunted once more and rolled over to his other side. His back was to her now, except the blanket hovering around his torso fell away, giving her a full profile of his arse.

Mind you, it was a pretty great looking arse. God must’ve taken His sweet time sculpting glutes like that, goodness.

Hannah suppressed a giggle from her naughty thoughts and rose from her perch along the opened shoji. Keeping quiet so as not to disturb him, she tiptoed toward the slumbering Adonis and draped one end of the blanket over to conceal his nakedness. There, bare arse no more.

As if sensing she was near, Satoru began to stir. “Mmm, Hannah,” he slurred loosely. 

“Shh,” she hushed, crouching down to plant a comforting kiss on his temple. “Go back to sleep, my darling.”

She had cast her spell, and the sorcerer drifted peacefully back to sleep.

And Hannah went back to staring at the golden ginkgos outside. 

She wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

This country. This beauty. Her darling.

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[pokemoncaretips]

Is it ethical to resurrect fossil pokemon?

The answer to that is a solid: It depends.

For the most part, I would argue that yes, it's fine to take a fossil to a lab. The biggest worry most people have is that "if it gets out, what about the eco-system?" but in truth, the fossil pokemon is the one most in trouble for the simple fact that.

Well.

The eco system has moved on and the old niche is filled by pokemon with millions of years of natural selection against the resurrected one. For an example, lets look at lileep. Back in its time period, where the diversity of the eco-systems was still a new thing, lileep colonies stretched for miles. They were the dominant life form. You can't stub your toe in Hoenn without turning over a lileep fossil. Because they were the first really successful grass type, the ocean beds were theirs. Nowadays, though, the sea floors they used to rule are crowded with corsola, sea weed, kelp, shellder beds, etc. There's no room for the fairly basic lileep to get a foot hold.

Sometimes even the basic environment itself is an issue. Anorith struggle in modern oceans due to changes to the ocean such as pH and salinity.

One of the few exceptions to this is omanyte, which is becoming quite prevalent. However, a number of fairly smart water type pokemon are working out how to get into that tough shell to get the meat inside, and so its likely the eco-system may eventually resettle once its position on the food chain is established. Until then, omanyte meat is very slowly picking up as a delicacy. (Though frankly, you'd have a better time eating an old boot.)

Another reason they pose little threat to the eco system: most of their food no longer exists naturally. Aurorus, for instance, can just barely hold its own against rivals like tropius, but their natural diet of large cycads and ferns are hard to find or just plain extinct. Combined with the warmer temperatures of today, and a large pokemon that could have been destructive of the eco-system is rendered incapable of doing so.

However, these pokemon often thrive in human care, as we can use science to make supplements that fill in the nutritional gaps and provide care and enrichment to help them enjoy their new life. A well loved and looked after fossil pokemon is a fascinating window into a past so different it may as well be another world.

However, there is one more thing I must address.

"Professor" Cara Liss is a hack who got her PhD from the back of a cereal box.

Those poor pokemon she resurrects are travesties of science. Though it is our responsibility to provide the current specimens living today with the medical care they deserve, it is DEEPLY morally wrong to create more of them. A dracovish might have a good reputation as a battler but it can barely function without a diet that is almost half medication by volume (I exaggerate, but only slightly).

Fossil pokemon do need some thought, as there are extra elements to their care, but if you want to bring your lucky fossil feather back from the dead as an arceops, go forth and do so if you think you're ready.

Just don't give it to that fraud in Galar.

[prof-cycad]

Hey Cycad, I’ve fairly recently picked up a decent handful of aquatic fossil Pokémon, namely a Kabuto and several Anorith. I’m trying to keep on top of everyone’s health, but I’m a little worried that I don’t know exactly what to check for? Do you have any advice for concerns I should look out for in them, or any common illnesses?

(Because of how I got them I don’t know if they were bred in the modern era or revived but the chances are it’s the latter, if it matters)

-Test

What a great question!

It may come as a surprise, but Anorith and Kabuto are actually very similar when it comes to medical needs! The most common issues (fungal infections and calcium deficiency) are those found in any aquatic invertebrate. Supplements that help boost the water's calcium level are in such demand that they can be purchased at some PokéMarts!

Personally, I recommend keeping the Anorith and Kabuto apart. Anorith are predators that specialized in cracking hard shells of Omanyte and the earlier relatives of Kabuto, so safety must come first. Anorith were alive so long ago that they were some of the only predatory creatures in the seas, so they can prove to be quite fierce.

A word of advice from someone who kept many a Kabuto: don't forget to take them out for walks on dry land. As they mature, they spend more and more time crawling out of the water. This behavior may seem a little scary for an aquatic Pokémon but it actually strengthens their gills in preparation for Evolution! If they spend too much time submerged during their early years they can become stunted and frail.

Best of luck to you and your new Pokémon! If you're still worried about caring for such special creatures, I recommend getting to know each one individually. Spending quality time with your Pokémon not only helps strengthen the bond between Pokémon and Trainer but allows for up close and personal observation! What some call scrapbooking others call data collection!

-Professor Cycad, Vesper Isle Laboratory.

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How to Create a Low-Maintenance Landscape in Boca Raton

Creating a low-maintenance landscape is an ideal way to enjoy the beauty of nature without the constant upkeep that traditional gardens demand. In Boca Raton, where the subtropical climate presents specific challenges, planning a landscape that thrives with minimal care is both a practical and appealing option. This guide provides everything you need to know to design a stunning, easy-to-manage outdoor space that suits the unique environment of Boca Raton.

1. Understanding Boca Raton’s Climate and Soil

The Subtropical Climate

Boca Raton enjoys a warm, humid climate characterized by hot summers, mild winters, and a rainy season from May to October. When designing your landscape, choosing plants that can withstand heat, humidity, and occasional heavy rainfall is crucial.

Soil Type Considerations

The soil in Boca Raton is generally sandy, which has both benefits and drawbacks. Sandy soil drains well but can struggle to retain moisture and nutrients. Incorporating soil amendments and choosing plants that thrive in well-drained environments are key to a successful low-maintenance garden.

2. Planning Your Low-Maintenance Landscape

Assess Your Space

Take a close look at your yard's layout, size, and existing vegetation. Consider sun exposure, shaded areas, and drainage patterns, as these will inform your plant choices and landscape design.

Define Your Goals

Clarify what you want from your landscape. Do you want a space for entertaining, a peaceful garden to relax in, or a play area for kids? Having a clear vision will guide your planning and help you create a landscape tailored to your lifestyle.

3. Choosing the Right Low-Maintenance Plants

Native Plants

Native plants are adapted to Boca Raton’s climate and soil conditions, making them a smart choice for a low-maintenance landscape. They require less water, are more pest-resistant, and thrive with minimal fertilization.

Top Native Plants for Boca Raton:

Saw Palmetto (Serenoa repens): A hardy, drought-tolerant shrub that adds texture.

Firebush (Hamelia patens): A vibrant flowering plant that attracts hummingbirds and butterflies.

Coontie (Zamia integrifolia): A low-growing, drought-resistant cycad that fits well in any garden.

Muhly Grass (Muhlenbergia capillaris): Offers beautiful pink-purple plumes in the fall and is extremely low maintenance.

Drought-Resistant Options

To minimize watering needs, choose drought-tolerant plants that can withstand periods without rainfall.

Examples:

Agave: Known for its striking appearance and very low water requirements.

Bougainvillea: A beautiful flowering plant that flourishes in the Florida sun.

Lantana: A colorful, hardy plant that blooms year-round with minimal care.

4. Incorporating Hardscaping Elements

Benefits of Hardscaping

Hardscaping elements, such as patios, pathways, and rock gardens, reduce the area of your landscape design in boca raton that requires active maintenance. They add structure, functionality, and visual appeal to your yard.

Popular Hardscaping Ideas:

Stone Paths: Create paths using natural stone or pavers to add charm and ensure high-traffic areas stay intact.

Gravel or Mulch Beds: Replace sections of lawn with gravel or mulch for an attractive, low-maintenance surface that prevents weed growth.

Decorative Boulders: These can serve as focal points and require zero maintenance.

Tips for Effective Hardscaping

Choose durable materials that can withstand Boca Raton’s weather.

Use permeable pavers to help with water drainage during the rainy season.

Consider using light-colored stones to reflect sunlight and keep your yard cooler.

5. Smart Irrigation Techniques

Install an Automated Drip Irrigation System

A drip irrigation system delivers water directly to the plant roots, reducing water waste and ensuring consistent hydration. This method is efficient, especially for gardens with native and drought-tolerant plants.

Benefits:

Conserves water by reducing evaporation.

Prevents overwatering and root rot.

Saves time and effort compared to manual watering.

Use Rain Sensors

Rain sensors can be integrated into your irrigation system to prevent watering when it has recently rained. This feature can save water and reduce your utility bills.

6. Lawn Alternatives for Low Maintenance

Replace Traditional Grass

Lawns can be the most demanding part of any landscape, requiring frequent mowing, fertilizing, and watering. Consider replacing traditional grass with low-maintenance alternatives like:

Artificial Turf: Provides the appearance of grass without the upkeep.

Ground Covers: Such as Sunshine Mimosa (Mimosa strigillosa), which offers lush, green coverage and pink flowers with minimal care.

Opt for Xeriscaping

Xeriscaping focuses on reducing water use by incorporating drought-tolerant plants and hardscaping elements. This approach minimizes the need for irrigation and mowing, making your yard more eco-friendly.

7. Sustainable Practices for a Low-Maintenance Landscape

Mulching for Moisture Retention

Adding a layer of mulch around plants helps retain soil moisture, reduce temperature fluctuations, and suppress weed growth. Organic mulches, like bark or wood chips, can decompose over time and enrich the soil.

Composting for Soil Health

Enhance your soil’s nutrient content by incorporating compost. This natural fertilizer supports healthy plant growth and reduces the need for chemical fertilizers.

Quick Tip: Apply compost in the spring and fall to boost plant resilience and health.

8. Pest Control Without the Hassle

Integrated Pest Management (IPM)

Use Integrated Pest Management techniques to keep pests at bay without heavy reliance on chemical pesticides. IPM focuses on prevention, monitoring, and control.

Best Practices:

Attract Beneficial Insects: Ladybugs and praying mantises can naturally control aphids and other pests.

Plant Pest-Repellent Species: Plants like marigolds can deter harmful insects.

Manual Inspections: Regularly check plants for signs of infestation and remove pests by hand when necessary.

Avoid Over-Fertilization

Overusing fertilizers can make plants more vulnerable to pests and diseases. Stick to slow-release, natural fertilizers and apply them only as needed.

9. Seasonal Maintenance Tips

Spring Preparations

Inspect and clean irrigation systems.

Refresh mulch layers and trim back any dead foliage.

Fertilize plants lightly, if needed, with organic compost.

Summer Management

Water deeply but infrequently to encourage strong root growth.

Prune back plants after flowering to maintain shape and control growth.

Monitor for pests during the warm, humid months.

Fall Adjustments

Plant native perennials that thrive in winter to minimize seasonal changes in your garden.

Clean up fallen leaves and debris to prevent fungal growth.

Winter Care

While winters in Boca Raton are mild, occasional cold snaps can occur. Protect sensitive plants with frost cloths or move potted plants indoors during unexpected temperature drops.

10. Design Ideas for a Low-Maintenance Landscape

Create Zones for Versatile Spaces

Divide your yard into functional zones, such as a patio for dining, a fire pit area for relaxing, and a garden bed filled with native plants. This not only breaks up the space visually but also ensures each area serves a specific purpose with minimal upkeep.

Choose Low-Maintenance Decor

Opt for outdoor furniture made from materials like teak, metal, or weather-resistant plastic that require minimal maintenance. These materials can withstand the humidity and occasional rain showers typical of Boca Raton.

Lighting for Ambience and Security

Low-maintenance landscape lighting can add beauty and safety to your yard. Solar-powered lights are an eco-friendly option that doesn’t require wiring and turn on automatically at dusk.

Conclusion

Designing a low-maintenance landscape in Boca Raton is achievable with thoughtful planning and smart plant choices. By incorporating native and drought-tolerant plants, hardscaping elements, efficient irrigation, and sustainable practices, you can create a stunning yard that enhances your outdoor living experience without the hassle of constant upkeep. Follow these tips and transform your landscape into a beautiful, manageable space that you’ll enjoy for years to come.

Plan well, plant wisely, and take advantage of the tropical beauty Boca Raton offers. Your low-maintenance paradise awaits!

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Spectember: Gymnosperm Endotherm

Helora (Ambulocyclades sapiens), the Joybond is an interesting alliance of nations, united prior to their Arrival on Arclund amongst their neighbors, they counted the Isikhulu Humans, who had fled their home during the rise of the Primarchs, refusing to bow to the Tyrannical mages and their Destructive Master.

They were ferried from their home by the Primordial Herald known to Mortals simply as Joy, an inscrutable being whose true power has rarely been seen. The being brought them to many worlds, where they allied and rescued a number of other people from the Silicon-based Petreen to the Churchan-touched Shifters. Yet, the people that they knew the longest were the Helora, mobile, sentient plants, believed to be derived from a species of cycad, that adapted an endothermic vascular system, allowing them mobility and warmth as their original word cooled over time, letting them seek out living prey as the soil and sun become rarified resources.

Standing between five and seven feet-tall the Helora have adapted a form that on the basest level resembles most mortal life, standing on two hind legs with two main arms, yet their bodies are composed entirely of tightly intertwined “vines”, thick bark forming in osteoderm like patterns to protect their core structures, and their heads, which have adapted to mimic the shape and function of a human face are made entirely out of mobile pinnate leaves that shift in form and coloration to convey their emotions.

Some people find it somewhat eerie to look at a Helora and see a face looking back at them that is in truth hollow, lacking eyes, and a true mouth.

Helora speak through the usage of pheromones, and sign language, but are able to converse in other languages by fluttering their leaves, giving their voices a rustling, whispering quality.

Able to extend their limbs and reshape their bodies as is their want, Helora often change shape throughout their lives, better constructing their forms for their chosen profession, but some have been known to change appearances at the drop of a hat.

In private and amongst their Joybond allies, Helora often take on a much more basal form, and are notably some of the best hunters at the Joybond’s disposal, though in their new home many have returned to supping of the sun alone.

They have widely integrated across the Intlizyo jungle, often living amongst Lizardfolk villages and can occasionally be spotted within Last Sky, trading their kills for goods from across the sea.

Religion matters little to them, but they do offer thanks to Joy and a god of nature they insist is not Gaea, but do little to explain their ministrations.

Helora are able to produce offspring with a partner or on their own, producing a seed that must be incubated within carefully monitored earth for several months, and these nurseries are one of the most well protected areas in Joybond territory, with Shifters, Petreen, Isikhulu and Lizardfolk guards offering additional protection, while Helora parents root themselves to better care for their nascent child.

Helora are nominally a genderless ancestry, though some have been known to add masculine or feminine characteristic to their form as is their want, and they put no considerations on their children to be anything but who they desire to be.

Romantic relationships are rare amongst their kind, and it is almost unheard of for a Helora to fall for another ancestry but it has happened, though these bonds often stay in the spectrum of asexuality.

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What are some amazing facts about Africa?

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Conservationists in South Africa are infusing a special red dye into the horns of live rhinos. The mixture renders the horn completely useless to poachers trying to sell it commercially, and is also toxic for human consumption.

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The ‘loneliest organism’ in the world. A single, lone cycad tree, the dominant tree during the dinosaur era, was discovered in Africa in 1895. They have yet to find a mate to pollinate it.

In 2009 a pigeon named Winston raced Telkom, South Africa’s largest ISP, to see who could deliver 4GB of data to a location 60 miles away the fastest. By the time Winston arrived with the 4GB flash drive, Telkom had transmitted only 4% of the data.

In Rwanda plastic bags are illegal and carry with them a 100-$150 fine. In fact, at airport customs all plastic bags are confiscated which has resulted in Rwanda being one of the most litter free countries in Africa

South Africa is the only country to have ever developed its own nuclear weapons and then voluntarily dismantled them.

There are 4 million square miles of fertile land in Africa that can’t be cultivated because tsetse flies keep killing farm animals

When the world’s largest diamond was transported from Africa to England, an elaborate & secure journey by sea was publicized — as a rouse. The real diamond was simply posted by mail.

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A man in Africa single-handedly stopped the desertification of his region by reviving ancient farming and irrigation techniques despite being ridiculed by his community.

Elephants killed 605 people in Assam b/w 1994–2006. In South Africa, 3 elephants killed 63 rhinos.

Biologists think increased elephant aggression is the result of species-wide trauma from poaching & habitat loss, and direct trauma for those who saw family members murdered before their eyes.

“AIDS orphan tourism” in Africa is a thing, where volunteers temporarily care for children who have lost their parents to the virus, and has left children with attachment disorders and encouraged orphanages to purposefully keep them in poor conditions to attract more volunteers.

The experience of hearing voices among schizophrenia patients is influenced by culture. In the US, patients typically report hearing angry/violent voices. In India and Africa, patients are more likely to report hearing friendly/entertaining voices.

Facts That Are Absolutely Mind Boggling

In 1972 a pocket of uranium in Africa was found to have undergone self-sustaining nuclear fission for over 100,000 years, making it the only known naturally formed nuclear reactor.

There’s a bar in South Africa entirely inside a 6,000 year old baobab tree, a species which naturally begins to hollow after it reaches about 1,000 years old.

“Beehive fences” (spaced along the edge of their property) in Africa help farmers ward off elephants without harming them, while also producing honey that they can sell in addition to other crops.

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12 African nations have come together pledging to build a 9 mile wide band of trees that will stretch all the way across Africa, 4750 miles, in order to stop the progressive advancement of the Sahara.

The Prawns in the movie District 9 are not called that because of shrimp, but are in reference to the Parktown prawn which is a cricket native to South Africa.

There is a frog from Africa, Trichobatrachus robustus, that breaks a bone in its toe pad, pushes the sharp broken bone through it’s skin, and tries to shank you with it if it feels threatened.

In Algeria, the largest country in Africa and 35th in world population, women make up 70% of the country’s lawyers and 60% of its judges, as well as dominating the field of medicine. Increasingly, women are contributing more to household income than men. 60% of university students are women.

interesting facts about South Africa — جنوبی افریقہ کے بارے میں دلچسپ حقائق اور معلومات

In 1962 the CIA tipped off South Africa’s intelligence service about the location of Nelson Mandela, leading to his arrest that put him in jail for 27 years

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Enhance your garden with the majestic Giant Dioon from Berkie Palms. Delve into the world of cycads, and bring home the grandeur of this unique plant. Expert care advice awaits.

[qprsmackdown]

what submissions have the most convincing propaganda: rather for being silly or being serious

hi anon. mod zazie here. i read through every single one of the submissions to answer this because i am insane. and the results are as follows ^-^

techno & phil fans are INSANE over "for you phil, the world!!" as they should be!! i, too, read bunfloras' phil & techno fics. but even if i didnt already know who emeraldduo was, you all have VERY GOOD propaganda. Immortal lifelong best friends... <3

dsmp fans i love you im holding out my hand to you in a gesture of friendship. hello. both mods are also mcyt fans and dsmp fans. we know abt characters vs ccs. we also despise cc!dream. you are safe here. im sorry that previous polls have traumatized you :((

c!tubbo/c!ranboo fans also fucking turned out you have VERY convincing propaganda

ive never read the locked tomb, know nothing of the characters, but to the submitters who sent in Camilla Hect and Palamedes Sextus youve convinced me. VERY good job. where can i find your media i need to learn more. no like fr

jrwi fans are you okay. good lord /pos. also youll be pleased to know WE HAVE NOT ONE BUT TWO SUBMISSIONS OF THE GREATER MANA POLYCULE

to the etho/skizz fan who submitted an essay. hi. i think youre so right for putting them in a httyd au. very convincing propaganda. also are you okay.

hi silmarillion fans. do you need hot cocoa.

jrwi fans are literally so not normal about their guys. sorry to call you out but oh my god not a single one of you is normal /pos. its great.

not a fnaf fan but "Theyre also both canonically queer, if that helps. That has nothing to do with the lobotomies or the dying and being revived as a soulless walking corpse, though." is the sentence of all time. i hope whoever wrote that is doing well.

good evening to the homestuck fan who wrote jake & dirk propaganda so convincing that for a moment i wanted to go check out their media only to remember its Homestuck and ONLY to the homestuck fan who wrote jake & dirk propaganda so convincing that for a moment i wanted to go check out their media only to remember its Homestuck.

we've been over the jesus christ/mary magdalene submission but did you know apparently there's actual evidence to back it up? lots of it in fact? i did not expect to read that tonight (for future reference slash in case you're curious i am an atheist & cycad is christian)

the little women fan has some SERIOUS propaganda. my respect o7

hello to the autistic sp (south park) fan who wrote a genuine essay on kenny mccormick and eric cartman. wish you well (and like, we got a voltron submission as well. i dont know either of those shows/fandoms at all besides vague knowledge that they're not great but eh we're here to have fun. who cares (this is in response to you mentioning you didnt know if sp was allowed (i dont know actually youd have to ask cycad but im like 95% sure its fine (can you tell i have adhd))))

GIGOLAS FAN SPOTTED. they didnt write a lot of propaganda but HELL YEAH WE GOT SOME LOTR FANS HERE. theyre so qpr to me you dont even KNOW

i didnt even think about link/zelda being a qpr before this but you have convinced me. youre so right. they Are

besties who drink poison together STAY together!!! (merlin and arthur). fuck yeah baby!!! i have never seen merlin bbc

oh moirails are a homestuck thing i saw those in our asks and was unsure what they were

CANON QPR IN FABLE SMP? oh i need to check that out. fable smp fans ik this is a long shot but if anyone wants to give me reccomendations for where to start watching.

hiya qsmp fans. no need to worry you have turned out in both numbers AND propaganda. wowzers.

we have One submission for q!quackbur but now im wondering why no one has submitted c!quackbur. theyre literally homoeretic business rivals whose relationship could be viewed as platonic or romantic. smh

Roman and Youngblood from Roleslaying with Roman have very dedicated fans.

divorce quartet the divorced qp polycule ever but also im very biased. (both scott/cleo and scott/martyn were submitted multiple times)

we have some very fun ocs & real life qp relationships and im so here for it.

oh hey lifesteal smp i know those guys. wow damn theyre kinda fucked up arent they.

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POLYMECHS SUPREMACY ALSO SO BASED

Hi. Person who submitted both jesus/mary magdalene and now hamlet/ophelia. I love you. You are here to cause CHAOS and i for one applaud you for it. Can we kiss /j

[poisonhemloc]

misc and disjointed taco truck au stuff

You can get pretty much anywhere with public transportation- take a bus, train, subway, whatever. If you don’t want to, it’s really easy to bike places. Following that, there’s not a lot of call for having a driver’s license- so not a lot of people have them.

But. Taco truck is a truck. So everyone who actually works on the trucks needs a license (eventually). Hornfels is the only person who doesn’t- they don’t need one. Slate has one too since, mechanic. (Mica can drive! Not legally though.) This Granite finds out they need glasses when they go to get a license and is. Not. excited.

Graphite (Buddy’s hatchling who works at an aquarium) is very Friend focused, and got to know the truck crew just by trying to be friends with them. Feldspar and kinda Esker decided to be irresponsible older relatives, Gossan is the only responsible one, Slate took the longest to warm up, but Mica likes them- Mica was and still will weld fish together when they have free time and scrap (Slate sells that in the shop but all proceeds go to Mica)

Gabbro wears. Almost exclusively. Punk cherries. Yes that is a splatoon boot no I do not care. Riebeck does also wear boots.

...Due to, I’m writing bits of this including The Crash, Feldspar got a fun new freckle pattern- it’s one big freckle, surrounded by broken circles with other freckles in them, looking like the solar system. It’s also on their butt, so, they don’t. Tell people. Gossan knows (And Graphite, due to minor Gym Shower incident, but Feldspar doesn’t realize that)

Final bit. Porphy’s #2 at Sap... is a nebulous, idk right now. They might be, Cycad (a Nomai). They might be, someone’s hatchling, if someone wants their hatchling slotted into all this.

[silkysmooth456]

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This plant may be grown indoors and outside and it is a very water sensible plant. These conifers remind me of Tuscan and Mediterranean gardens where they are going to be planted in lengthy rows next to one one other. Perfect if you’re in search of a Sansevieria with all their easy-care qualities, but don’t have the space for one of many taller varieties.

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Low-maintenance evergreens that want full sun to light shade. The Green Drop Report paints a really bleak picture as only 23 of 850 (2,3%) sewage plants meet the green drop requirements. The cross fee for sewage works is 90%, however 334 sewage works (64%) achieved lower than 31% while the typical nationwide rating is 37%. The sewage works in the Free State achieved a median vertical gardens of 26% while the sewage works in North West achieved 30% and in Limpopo 29%. French impartial energy producer HDF Energy expects its green hydrogen power plant in Namibia, Africa’s first, to begin out producing electrical energy by 2024, a senior company govt said on Monday. This carnivorous plant grows best in sandy soil that is high in acidity and moisture.

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Checklist for Puppy Proofing Your Home

Congratulations on welcoming a new puppy into your family! As the owner (or soon-to-be owner) of a new puppy, you’ll start preparing for your new puppy by finding a veterinarian and purchasing all the necessities.

But, after the fun part of choosing a cute collar and getting a name tag engraved, it’s time to get down to business by puppy proofing your home.

Make sure your environment is as safe as possible by reviewing our puppy checklist for bringing a puppy home.

Keep your trash under wraps

Trash cans are a mecca of interesting and exciting smells to a curious puppy’s nose, so it’s important to keep them covered and secured. Left to their own devices your new puppy could consume something toxic (like xylitol gum), swallow an object that causes internal obstruction (like tissues or a bone) or even get their head caught in a snack bag, putting them at risk of suffocation.

Free of charge: cover and contain cords

Protect your new puppy from accidental shock, burns to the mouth, or worse, by using sturdy cord covers or deterrent sprays on electric cords, chargers, and power cables. Of course, a young pup should always be supervised when not contained in a crate or pen, but providing plenty of chew toys will also help to give your puppy a better outlet (pun intended) for their chewing energy.

Properly stow your bags

It’s very likely that your purse, backpack, gym bag, or diaper bag contains one, if not many items that pose a threat to your new pup. Xylitol poisoning is becoming more and more common as it creeps into more products, like sugar-free gum, hand creams, etc. See a list of 700+ products containing xylitol here. Unintentional poisoning is one of the most common pet emergencies, so be sure to store bags in a closed closet or on a sturdy hook that is high and out of reach. Don’t let family members or visitors off the hook either.

Create a drug-free zone

Human medications are the most common source of poisoning for pets every year, so be sure that all medications and supplements that might be sitting on nightstands or countertops are safely stored in secure cabinets or drawers. It is also wise to store pet medications separately from yours, and always dispense pills and liquids over a sink or bowl in case of spills.

Watch out for poisonous houseplants

A houseplant may appear innocent, but it can cause serious problems, from mild irritation and digestive upset to organ failure and even death if your puppy decides to take a nibble. Some of the most dangerous plants for dogs include the Sago palm — pictured close to a puppy's crate in photo above — (and other cycads), Castor Bean, American Yew, and the Autumn Crocus. Beware of Poinsettia plants and Holly (leaves and berries) around christmas. This isn’t an exhaustive list, but you can see more on ASPCA Animal Poison Control’s list of poisonous plants and flowers.

Give them space

Whether it’s a crate, a pen, or a fluffy spot on the sofa in the basement, your pup deserves a “safe space” to which they can retreat and be contained if you’re not home. Getting your pup used to a crate will have many benefits; for example, when you travel, take your dog to the groomer, or when they have to stay at the vet for a few hours.

Pack your poisons

From household cleaners, detergents and glue, to yard and automotive chemicals, most homes are bound to have a few toxic substances that need to be locked up. Even a safety cap can’t stand up against those sharp puppy teeth. Antifreeze is especially enticing to pets, so take extra care when cleaning up spills and storing containers. Rat and mouse poisons as well as slug baits need to be kept out of reach.

Set limits

Curious by nature, your puppy is bound to explore as much as possible and test their limits. Set up baby gates or pens and close appropriate doors to keep your puppy from getting into (or out of) places that you don’t want them to.

Heights: keep your pup grounded

Puppies are clumsy and have fragile bones, so a seat on the couch or in a standing child’s arms puts them at risk of injury if they fall or try to jump. It’s best to keep your puppy off tall furniture and have young children sit when holding them until your puppy is less fragile and more coordinated.

Batteries are not remotely safe

Remote controls, electronic toys, key fobs, and any other devices that contain batteries should be picked up and kept well out of reach. Not only can small parts be chewed and swallowed, but a swallowed battery is even more dangerous because it can cause burns to the soft tissue inside your pet’s esophagus on the way down. Disc batteries are especially dangerous!