thor ragnarok is literally 18x funnier when u realize the grandmaster knows what’s going on the entire time. he is telepathic and can read minds so he legit just let shit go down just for fun bc he’s such a drama hoe
loki, thinking they’ve sleezed their way out of another mess: oh ill totally bring those traitors back to you oh great powerful grandmaster
the grandmaster, knowing damn well that’s not going to happen: haha yeah
can someone write this fanfic POV grandmaster please
………well, that…….that’s certainly a thing that I now know
sorry we had to meet this way but im going to need roxas back
Sora paused when the sound of a Corridor of Darkness opening echoed in the hall he just exited from. Cautiously, he turned around to see a lone figure standing there, the hood of the Organisation cloak hiding their face. Sora went on guard, summoning his Keyblade as he shouted, “Who are you? Another member of the Organisation?!”
Slowly, the figure raised their hands to lift the hood, and Sora faltered at the face. She looked… familiar. Baring the silver hair and gold eyes, the rest of her features looked too familiar. He just didn’t know where he had seen her before…
“X-xion?” a gasp escaped his mouth, and Sora immediately knew it was not him who had recognized the face… but Roxas.
The girl gave an innocent smile, as if there was nothing wrong with her appearance, and said, “I’m so glad you remembered me Roxas. I was almost afraid that you had forgotten about me.”
Then, there was a flash of a blade appearing in her hands and she vanished from Sora’s sights, her giggles echoing down the hall, “As for you Sora…”
Suddenly, Sora felt a blade pierce his chest. Looking down, his eyes widened at the familiar blade in the gloved hand that held it. The other hand lifted his head to look into poisonous gold eyes, a sly smile on the girl’s face as she murmured softly:
“Sorry we had to meet this way, but I’m going to need Roxas back. It was nice seeing you at last though…
Circus Tree: Six individual sycamore trees were shaped, bent, and braided to form this.
Actually pretty easy. Trees don’t reject tissue from other trees in the same family. You bend the tree to another tree when it is a sapling, scrape off the bark on both trees where they touch, add some damp sphagnum moss around them to keep everything slightly moist and bind them together. Then wait a few years- The trees will have grown together.
You can use a similar technique to graft a lemon branch or a lime branch or even both- onto an orange tree and have one tree that has all three fruits.
Frankentrees.
As a biologist I can clearly state that plants are fucking weird and you should probably be slightly afraid of them.
On that note! At the university (UBC) located in town, the Agriculture students were told by their teacher that a tree flipped upside down would die. So they took an excavator and flipped the tree upside down. And it’s still growing. But the branches are now the roots, and the roots are now these super gnarly looking branches. Be afraid.
But Vi, how can you mention that and NOT post a picture? D:
I am both amazed and horrified of nature as we all should be
I love how trees are like “fuck it, I’ll deal” at literally everything. Forest fire? Cool, my seeds’ll finally grow. Upside down? Branches, suck, roots, leave. What’s this new branch? Eh, welcome to the tree buddy.
I need to be more like tree
I continue to fear and respect out arboreal overlords.
what kind of professor did these students have that they needed to prove him wrong so badly that they literally dug up a tree, flipped it and put it back in the ground?
Sounds like y’all’ve never heard about the Tree of 40 Fruits. Well, it’s exactly as it sounds. Sam Van Aken, an artist based in New York, decided to try his hand at grafting (e.g. the process by which you attach the branches of a different tree to a host tree).
As artists are inclined to do he decided to push some limits and over the course of a few years he grafted over 40 different fruit onto the host “
including almond, apricot, cherry, nectarine, peach and plum varieties.”
It has a fruiting period lasting from July to October and this is what it looks like when blossoming.
Shit’s tight yo.
Also we have a group called the Guerrilla Grafters. A group who started in San Fransisco with the goal of grafting fruiting branches onto non-fruiting trees of the same type.
Most cities have fruit trees that simply don’t produce fruit because having all these would be a mess and inadvertently providing unregulated food to people comes with a lot of legal risks I suppose. These grafters seem to think otherwise and have taken it upon themselves to try and bring fruit trees back to urban areas.
HOLY SHIT
THE LAST ONE
Also of note: Cities’ refusal to plant only non-fruit-bearing trees are only planting male trees: aka the pollen producers. So the guerrilla grafters are providing food AND cleaner air!
city monsters tend to be harder to find, and for good reason. city ppl are so used to weird shit happening on the daily, that sometimes monsters dont really have to come up w/ an elaborate excuse for existing. they hide in plain sight.
like lamp posts? you think those are government-issued street lights? get real.
A single mom moves into a new apartment with her young son, only to find out it’s inhabited by a poltergeist. At first she’s spooked, but comes to realize that the poltergeist is helping to raise her son.
I’d watch it.
It’s like ‘The Others’, except that everyone just kind of… gets used to seeing each other. There are two families sharing one house, and okay, one family is a bit dead, but they’re all figuring things out as they go and it’s super handy to have a spare parent or two around.
*
“Mom, I’m home!”
“She’s out shopping, go do your homework.”
“Aunt Ingrid, they didn’t even HAVE homework when you were alive, why are you BUGGING me – “
“When I was alive we churned butter instead of our mother going to the store to buy it, do you want to learn how to churn butter?”
“Fine, okay, homework it is.”
*
“David, don’t walk through the walls.”
“Opening the door is too hard.”
“Then walk through the DOOR like your sister. Respect the conventions at least.”
“Fiiiiiinnne…”
*
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Fixing the fence.”
“Uncle Roger, are you possessing my mom?”
“We tried just having me tell her how to do it, but it was taking too long and she got frustrated.”
“It’s WEIRD, though.”
“Do you want to do this?”
“No, I – “
“Too late. Come and learn how to fix this. You’re the man of the house now.”
“NOBODY SAYS THAT ANY MORE, UNCLE ROGER.”
*
“Did you have a fight with David?”
“No.”
“Then why are you both making that face?”
“There’s no FACE.”
“That’s what he said.”
“We didn’t have a FIGHT, okay…”
“Aunt Ingrid is worried, she says he’s been moping all morning. He’s barely visible half the time.”
“Look, we didn’t have a fight, I just asked him how he died and then it got weird.”
“STEVE YOU DO NOT ASK PEOPLE HOW THEY DIED THAT IS SO RUDE.”
“Mom, it came up, okay, it wasn’t just out of nowhere!”
“YOU APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW.”
*
“Steve! David! Isobel! Who broke this vase?”
“Meteor did it.”
“It was not the dog! Which one of you was throwing things in the house?”
“No, really, Mom, it was Meteor.”
“And how did the dog get up on the mantlepiece?”
“Uh…”
“ISOBEL WERE YOU LEVITATING THE DOG AGAIN?”
*
“This is completely inaccurate.”
“Roger…”
“I mean, look at those clothes. I’ve never seen *anyone* dressed like that.”
“They weren’t very careful about accurate costuming in these old movies.”
“I read ALL the Sherlock Holmes stories when they were first published and I ASSURE you he was a GENTLEMAN, not like – “
“Roger, will you just let us watch the moving pictures in peace?”
“But they’re WRONG.”
“We don’t care. Shush.”
*Roger mutters about bossy women and levitates popcorn*
*
“Steve, what happened to your face?”
“I got into a fight.”
“I would surmise from your bruises that you lost.”
“I always lose.”
“Oh, we can’t have that! Come, I will teach you the manly art of fisticuffs.”
“ROGER NO.”
*
“Aunt Ingrid, can you teach me how to make pie?”
“Of course I can… why? I know boys do a lot of things now that girls used to, I understand that, but why pie?”
“I like pie.”
“I can make you a pie if you just want to eat pie.”
“… Ava likes pie too.”
“That girl who lives down the street?”
“Yeah…”
“Then I’ll help you make the pie. What kind?”
“She likes cherry.”
This is basically what happened by the end of Beetlejuice.
The most baffling Asexual Moment™ I’ve experienced is learning that overly-sexual commercials (like when they advertise a soda next to a girl in a bikini) actually DO turn people on and aren’t just a pointless, weird trope
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