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wintrcaptn · 25 days ago

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Apples and Butterflies part 4

Joel Miller x Reader

Summary : You caught your bf in bed with another girl two months before winter break. Now with no where to go for the next few weeks, your roommate invites you to her hometown so you don't spend the holidays alone.

But you never expected her dad to be the guy who pretended to be your date so you didn't look pathetic in front of your ex. The same guy you can't stop thinking about...Joel miller.

Part one | Part Two | Part Three

A/N : I might stop posting this story idk haha.

Your POV

The drive from the airport is quiet—too quiet. Like the kind that wraps around your throat and squeezes.

The air smells like cedar and smoke and the faint promise of firewood, and somehow it fits him.

Joel.

Sarah's dad.

The man currently driving his old, beat-up Chevy pickup down a winding country road, while Sarah sat in the passenger seat, feet on the dashboard, singing along to the song playing through the radio.

I'm tucked into the back seat with my bag pressed against my knees, trying not to feel every inch of the quiet tension stretching between me and Joel. It's not hostile, exactly. Just... heavy. Like everything unsaid is sitting in the cab with us, taking up too much space.

He drives like he does everything else; controlled, steady, not a single wasted movement. The calluses on his hands grip the steering wheel like it's something alive.

I sneak glances at him through the rear view mirror, and every time...his eyes are already on me. Fleeting stares but still forces a wave of heat down my body to my stomach.

I hate this. I hate that I feel this way. For someone I barely know, and should even care about. He makes me feel like I'm walking across a frozen pond and one wrong word might crack it open and I'll drown.

The road narrows and bends, the fields giving way to scattered trees and rusted fences. Then, just as we begin to pull into the driveway, there it was.

Joel's house.

It wasn't small, but it wasn't the kind of place with winding hallways or cathedral ceilings either. It was comfortable. The kind of place that looked like it had been built with intention. A wide porch, and thick wooden beams.

The house stood two stories tall, painted a soft white that had faded in the Texas sun to something closer to cream. The shutters were a forest green, chipped at the edges.

There wasn't any Christmas decorations, not a single string of lights or wreath in sight. But Sarah didn't seem surprised.

"You know you can decorate without me." She said to her dad.

Joel parks and cuts the engine, "if I had it my way, I wouldn't decorate at all."

Sarah rolled her eyes as she hopped out of the truck, stretching with a dramatic sigh. "I'm starving. Please tell me we're ordering pizza."

The air is cooler than I expected, fresh and clean in a way that makes California feel dusty and far away.

I held the strap of my bag, staring at the house in front of me. My home for a month and a half.

It was breath taking.

"Once I get your things into the house, I'll head over to John's Pizzeria and grab the usual." He said, grabbing our bags from the bed of the truck before I could offer to help.

I noticed the way his shirt slightly rides up, revealing a hint of his hip and the worn leather belt he's definitely had for a decade. And I wanted more.

"Don't forget the pineapple this time." She scowled at him.

"I won't, I promise."

I followed her up the porch steps, the old wood groaning under our boots. Joel unlocked the door and pushed it open with his shoulder.

Inside, the house was warm in a rugged, lived-in kind of way. The entryway opened into a large living room with wide planked hardwood floors and a stone fireplace on the far wall. The hearth was bare, no stockings or garlands yet, but there was an old dusted flag framed above it, and a worn brown leather armchair sitting like a throne at an angle to the fire. I could picture him there—staring into the flames, probably reading his news paper.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at the thought.

A wide couch sat opposite the fireplace, the kind you could stretch out on for a Sunday nap, and an old quilt was tossed over the back like someone had actually used it, not just for decoration. The coffee table was solid oak, the surface scratched in a few places and holding a coaster with a ring from a recent drink.

To the right, a large archway led into the kitchen, open-concept, with dark wood cabinets, matte black fixtures, and a row of cast iron pans hanging over the stove. It was all very him.

"Guest room's down that hall, last door on the right," Joel said gruffly behind me.

I glanced back at him and caught his eye for a moment before he looked away like he hadn't meant to. His voice was always low and slow, dipped in Texas molasses, and somehow it still made my heart skip, even when he was giving directions like I was a lost UPS driver.

"Thanks," I murmured. My gaze lingering on him a little moment longer.

"Come on, I'll show you around!" Sarah said pulling me toward her.

I trail behind Sarah as she gives me a quick tour, chatting the whole time like she's trying to fill every second with noise. I let her talk, nodding along, my mind still caught on Joel.

The floor creaked softly underfoot. The hallway walls were dotted with framed photos; Sarah at different ages, a few fishing shots, one of Joel in his younger years with a dog at his feet and the same stern expression he wore now.

"The bathroom is just across from you and my bedroom is the second door past the stairs." She said. "I need to unpack and change out of these clothes real quick but if you need me, just come to my room."

I nodded and flashed a soft smile as I watched Sarah turn and disappear down the hallway. The guest room door eased shut behind me with a quiet click, and just like that—I was alone.

My room.

For the next month and a half.

I let out a long, shaky breath and finally allowed myself to take it all in.

The guest room was simple. A full bed with a heavy wooden headboard, white sheets folded tight and neat. A dresser, an old nightstand, a little window looking out at the porch roof and trees beyond. It wasn't much, but it was warm. Quiet. Safe.

As much as I'd dreaded the idea of being here in Texas...standing here now, in this quiet room that smelled faintly of cedar and clean laundry, I couldn't help the soft wave of peace that rolled through me.

Maybe this wasn't just a break. Maybe this was a fresh start.

I was just about to unzip my bag when a sudden knock startled me. My heart leapt a little, and I turned toward the door just as it creaked open.

There he was.

Joel.

Leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. One shoulder against the wood, arms crossed over his broad chest, sleeves pushed to his elbows, and that unreadable expression on his face.

My breath caught somewhere in my throat.

"Sorry it's not much," he said, his voice low and steady, eyes flicking around the room before landing back on me.

I swallowed and shook my head. "N-no. It's..." I paused, taking a breath, letting the quiet wash over me. "It's perfect."

He nodded once but didn't move.

The silence stretched between us. Awkward and heavy and warm all at once. He didn't look away. And for a second, I felt pinned in place by the weight of his stare.

I waited for him to say something else. Anything. And just when I thought he'd turn and walk off, he spoke.

"Sorry about earlier."

My brows furrowed. "Earlier?"

His jaw flexed as he exhaled slowly, like dragging the words out physically hurt. "The part where I said you looked... complicated."

Oh. That.

I blinked, not sure what to say.

He shifted, uncrossing his arms, like the weight of this conversation made him suddenly restless.

"I didn't mean it like that," he said, too quickly now, like the words were tumbling out before he could stop them. "Sarah's had a hard time makin' real friends. She's gotten close with people before and ended up hurtin'. Or bein' hurt. Either way, it's always messy. And I didn't wanna... start somethin' she'd overthink or get stuck on."

I blinked, surprised. I hadn't expected that. Not from the man who barely looked at me on the drive here.

He rubbed the back of his neck like the words cost him something. "She was so excited you agreed to come home with her for break. I didn't wanna give her a reason to second-guess it."

"But why would she second-guess it?" I asked, genuinely confused. "It's not like that was a real date or anything...”

The words came out too casually. Too lightly.

And yet, the second they left my mouth, something tightened in my chest.

Joel's gaze flicked to mine, but there was nothing in his face. No reaction. He just nodded.

"Right," he said simply. "It wasn't."

His jaw worked—tightening, then easing—as he drew in a long breath. His eyes dropped to the floor for the briefest second before lifting back to mine. "Anyway, sorry again."

I flashed a soft smile, feeling my heart pound profusely in my chest but I decided to ignore it. Instead I let out a breath and shrugged. "It's okay, you don't know me...yet."

Joel nodded, and without a word, he took a step back and closed the door behind him. The sound of his footsteps against the wooden floor slowly faded and he was gone.

This was going to be a long month and a half.

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Joel's POV

My truck rumbled down the quiet backroad toward my house, the pizza box on the passenger seat doing little to distract me from the mess of thoughts swarming my head. I shifted in my seat, one hand gripping the wheel tighter than it needed to. The sun had dipped low, throwing the sky into dusky golds and bruised purples. But even the view did nothing to settle the low burn under my skin.

I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't stop thinking about her. About Y/N.

The damn flower dress and messy bun. The sunbeam of a smile. The way she talked too much and too fast and didn't seem to notice the brick wall of silence I kept wrapped around myself like armor. Or worse...she noticed and didn't give a damn.

It had only been a few hours since we arrived from California. Sarah's final winter break before graduation. I was ready to fly with my daughter back home, even when plans changed and she decided to invite her roommate. What I wasn't ready for was her. The same girl who crashed my table that morning, uninvited. Playing along when her jerk of an ex walked up. Slipped right into the role with no hesitation.

"Shes doin' fine, ain't that right darlin'?"

Sounding too damn convincing for my own comfort.

I thought that was the end of it. A strange encounter that I could file away and forget. But here I am. Driving back to my house where my daughter and her roommate are waiting for their dinner. Her roommate who happens to be the same stranger in that cafe.

She looks so soft, so light. Like the kind of girl you didn't touch unless your hands were clean, which mine had never been clean.

And she was my daughter's best friend, for Christ's sake.

I pulled into the driveway slower than usual, headlights flicking across the front window. Music blasted from inside, some country pop garbage rattling the walls that made my jaw tick. I groaned under my breath as I stepped out of the truck and grabbed the pizza.

But when I opened the door, the irritation died in my throat.

The living room looked like chaos. Furniture slightly pushed back, string lights blinking in the corner, and there they were...Sarah and Y/N. Spinning, laughing, and singing off-key like they didn't have a single care in the world. Sarah was in an oversized sweater and socks, arms flailing as she sang into a wooden spoon. And Y/N...

Christ.

Y/N was dancing with both hands in the air, eyes closed, face lit with that sunshine smile that always seemed to undo me. Her hips swayed to the beat, loose and carefree, and it felt like the air left my lungs. She looked like trouble.

Y/N caught sight of me, her face lighting up and I'd be lying if I said it didn't affect me in any way.

"Joel!" she calls out, still breathless, still glowing. "Come dance with us!"

Sarah turns, spots me too. "Yeah, come on, old man!"

I shake my head, firm. "Not a chance.”

Before either of them could protest, I stepped over to the stereo and paused the damn song. Silence dropped like a curtain. Then I held up the pizza. "Food's here."

They laugh and follow me into the kitchen. Sarah slid into one of the chairs at the table, already reaching for a slice, while Y/N padded in behind her; quiet, but not really. Even her silence had a way of filling the room. She moved like sunlight drifting through blinds, slow and soft.

I crack open a beer, the hiss of carbonation oddly loud in the quiet. They began talking over each other about the Christmas tree farm Sarah wants to visit tomorrow. Decorations. Hot cocoa. Ornaments. Y/N says something about stringing lights across the porch and Sarah gasps like it's the best idea she's ever heard.

I nodded in all the right places. Took slow pulls from my beer. But I wasn't hearing half the damn conversation.

All I could focus on was the way she laughed around a bite of pizza, completely unaware of the way it affected me. The way she leans in when Sarah talks, like she's not just hearing her; she's listening. Present. Open. The way she brushed sauce off her bottom lip with her thumb.

God help me, I want to lean over and lick the damn sauce off her lips. I wanted to taste her laughter, memorize the curve of her smile, ask her a hundred quiet questions and press my mouth to the answer every time.

I shift in my seat, bite back the urge.

This is wrong.

She's Sarah's best friend.

I clear my throat and push up from the table. "I'm gonna call it a night."

Sarah looked up. "You sure? We were gonna put on a movie—"

"Y'all go ahead." I cut her off before she could try to convince me otherwise.

Y/N met my eyes. "Goodnight, Joel," she said softly, like she meant it.

I nodded once. But said nothing.

I made it to my room, shut the door behind me and leaned back against it like it was the only thing holding me up. My heart was pounding, stomach tight, throat dry.

What the hell was I doing?

She's twenty-six. My daughter's roommate. Complicated, sure—but not in the way I first thought. She wasn't trouble.

I was.

And if I didn't pull myself together soon, I was going to do something real stupid, something I wouldn't be able to take back.

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Part five here

#pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller imagine #tlou #tlou hbo #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #tlou2

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themushroomstheyfoundme · 2 months ago

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Fungi I found on my hike!

I WAS looking for morels, didn't find them but did find these guys!

I think top right is a wood ear mushroom, and bottom right is for sure a cedar apple rust fungi, but I don't know about the others

#let me know if any of y'all have guesses on what they are!#mushrooms #mushroom hunting #mushroom photography #fungi

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sadly-never-after · 8 months ago

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Music in the EAH Universe and who listens to them Part 6.

This is just an excuse to try to make music puns and share music I think the characters would listen to. (Some of these are even canon by the books!) I don't even like a majority of these musicians but I am fully convinced of my choices here. I marked in colours the one that are canonically part of the EAH Universe.

Since Tumblr only allows 100 inline links for a post I have to make different parts.

Part 1 (Alistair, Apple, Ashlynn, Blondie, Briar, Bunny)

Part 2 (Cupid, Cedar, Cerise, Chase, Courtly, Daring)

Part 3 (Darling, Dexter, Duchess, Farrah, Faybelle, Ginger)

Part 4 (Holly, Hopper, Humphrey, Hunter, Jillian, Justine)

Part 5 (Kitty, Lizzie, Maddie, Meeshell, Melody, Nina)

Part 6 (Poppy, Ramona, Raven, Rosabella, Sparrow, Tucker)

(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ Poppy O'Hair (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☁︎‎‎‧₊˚

Mayhem! in the Ballroom (Emperor's New Clothes, Victorious, She Had The World)

Lady Yaga (Born this way, Alejandro, Bad Romance)

Katy Fairy (Firework, Part of Me, Roar)

April Vineyard (Girlfriend, Sk8er Boi (if you guys listen to the entire song instead of only the first verses you'll understand), I Fell In Love With The Devil)

Truelove (Raspberry, Tongue Tied, Schoolboy)

·:¨༺ ♱🐺♱ ༻¨:· Ramona Badwolf ·:¨༺ ♱🐺♱ ༻¨:·

Rabbit Hole (Jennifer's Body, Credit In The Straight World, Northern Star)

Corset Suffocation (Feels Blind, Rebel Girl, Alien She)

Incandescence (Bring Me To Life, Everybody's Fool, Sweet Sacrifice)

Fall Out Book (Centuries, I Don't Care, Fake Out)

Writtin Park (Bleed It Out, Burning in the Skies, Runaway)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽🔮☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Raven Queen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽🔮☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Taylor Quick (Anti-Hero, Enchanted, You're On Your Own Kid)

Royale (Royals, 400 Lux, Ladder Song)

Lady Yaga (Bloody Mary, Monster, Government Hooker)

I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY CURSED ME (Mad IQs, New Invention, Absinthe)

Spellannah Joffe (Die Your Daughter, Nobody Wants Me Tonight, My Dog Died)

༉‧₊˚🕯️🥀❀༉‧₊˚. Rosabella Beauty ༉‧₊˚🕯️🥀❀༉‧₊˚.

Penelorepe Scott (Rät, Dead girls, American Healthcare)

Bob Dalan-a-Dale (Blowin' in the wind, The Times They Are A-Changing, A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall)

Joan Bard (We Shall Overcome, Diamonds & Rust, Girl of Constant Sorrow)

Mirra Simone (Sinnerman, Mississippi Goddam, Revolution)

Sam Book (A Change is gonna come, Mean Old World, Jesus gave me water)

🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆♪ °˖➴જ⁀➴ Sparrow Hood 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆♪ °˖➴જ⁀➴

Knight Chloe (Too Close, Hooves, Michelle)

Black Rebel Carriage Club (Beat the Devil's Tattoo, American X, Weapon of Choice)

Wolf Killer Kids (Hang Me Up To Dry, First, Robbers)

The Legacy Keys (Lonely Boy, Weight of love, Little Black Submarines)

Prince Ferdinand (Take Me Out, Love Illumination, Lazy Boy)

Wands N' Roses (Paradise City, Sympathy for the devil, Sweet Child O' Mine)

He gets an extra one because the Knight Chloe ones are all very shippy.

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Tucker ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Giantz (Feel Good Inc., Kids With Guns, Momentary Bliss)

The Spells (Little Girl, Is This It?, The Adults Are Talking)

The Legacy Keys (Fever, Go, Psychotic Girl)

Black Rebel Carriage Club (Red Eyes And Tears, Going Under, Restless Sinner)

Prince Ferdinand (The Dark of the Matinee, Curious, Billy Goodbye)

You are trapped on an eight-hour long road trip with these guys and you have to give one of them the aux chord.

#eah #ever after high #op #eah headcanons #poppy o'hair #ramona badwolf #raven queen #rosabella beauty #sparrow hood #tucker tuck #The last three in that order. I am a 60's protest folk music and a rock person. However Bob Dalan-A-Dale is my favourite musician #eah music

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gymnosporangium · 5 months ago

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Full version of PFP + Header, information about the AU under the cut :D

This is just a lil thing for fun, it is serious but it's mostly just screwing around to see what sticks. I've been meaning to mess with an infection AU for a bit now, and MLP in general I used to love this show growing up and as someone who adores horror and silly zombie plots this is exactly up my alley thank you

This blog is mostly based around Rustbark Disease, which is the in-universe nickname for it, or Gymnosporangium juniperi-virginianae/Cedar Apple Rust. I love timber wolves, they're neat, and I haven't seen many people use them for one of these AUs just yet so I looked for some tree diseases and bonk, angry puppy. Also gave me an excuse to draw one with a birch body and weird elk-looking antlers, I love making a bunch of variants for things that do not need them. I'll probably make a post about timber wolf variants later on but for now: horror stuff!!

TWs for typical scaries below the cut, body horror, violence, it's based on a fungus disease so pretty much if The Last of Us freaks you out maybe don't, I suck at TWs I am sorry

(Text is in the image description for all of these! I'm not the best at descriptions so if you have a better one in mind I'd be more than happy to change it, but for now I've only included what I felt was the most necessary.)

And while I do want to include more stages, there are more 100%, I feel as though now is a good time to stop it. Leave some room for speculation... also I don't want to burn out before I even get started lol. I do have St3 mostly drawn but aaagh I don't wanna draw this many of what feels like the same thing to my brain so.... haha.. I'll probably scrap it

It moves a bit slower and is a bit less dramatic than some I've seen, but in my defense I am a nerd who loves doing research and most diseases tend to move kinda slow in most cases. I personally feel like that's scarier, anyways. The slow, drawn-out takeover is great for horror.

The infection is based off of a few different things, color-coded for your convenience. Primarily, the real-life Gymnosporangium juniperi-virginianae, or cedar-apple rust is a big inspiration. The fungus is non-lethal to the plant and mostly affects the appearance, so, with it mainly being transmitted by Timber Wolves, I also felt it made sense to base it off of diseases like Rabies and, since I design Timber Wolves with ungulate-like antlers, Chronic Wasting Disease/CWD. In the final stage, the infected collapses and the body begins to rot, but the fungus and spores continue to prosper.

It is inspired by games like The Last of Us and perhaps some Dying Light, but is not by any means a direct copy of anything. I tried to avoid taking inspiration from other AUs because I simply wanted to go wild with my imagination, so from here on out any unintentional similarities are purely coincidence.

All ponies (except for Zecora) shown in this post are nameless ocs for the point of showing off the disease.

All parts of this will be tagged with #Gymnosporangium, #Rustbark, and #Cedar Apple Rust, for the sake of simplicity. Non-canon entries have #Branch as a tag, as a silly little pun about trees and how it branches off from the main series, and designs I've made for the series are, of course, tagged #Design, as well as the character's name. Art that isn't mine is tagged #Not My Art, of course, such as edits or.. I dunno, picrews or something. Each post will have involved characters' names tagged as well. I never fully finished the original series and am in fact not too far in rewatching sadly, but I will strive for diversity as well as I can.

Lowkey a lil nervous but horror is one of my favorite things, infection AUs are sick (hehe) and I want the practice, so, uh, here

#mlp horror #mlp infection au #mlp fim #mlp #mlp fanart #horror au #infection au #Gymnosporangium #Rustbark #Cedar Apple Rust #Timber Wolves #Zecora #my little pony #art #my art #au #digital art

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dykeofalltrades · 2 months ago

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i think these pictures i took of cedar-apple rust do a good job showing off how icky it is. its a virus! this poor tree is just covered in it

#macro photography #nature photography #idk what else to tag these #cw icky?#rips photos

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robinflock · 1 month ago

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may i request Information. about anything you're interested in (im curious) (i love knowing all the information)

anon are you aware that theres an almost 190 page document that showcases all the trees seen in nebraska up until 1951. native and not. includes handdrawn drawings of it's seeds, leaves, needles, extra notable sections, flowers, and fruit. its very awesome and i love it.

i may love rocks but i also love a good tree. go read it here if youre interested!!!! because i love treees

HIGHLIGHTS INCLUDED UNDER THE CUT !!! BECAUSE I DID NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT TREES!!! and theres images

extremely sexy diagram of the tree bits ^^^^

the douglas fir page. the entire page including it's drawn portions. a mature cone is here to represent it but you can go read the page yourself. its awesome. cool tree. (pages 26 + 27)

RED CEDAR / RED JUNIPER (Juniperus virginiana L.) PAGE I LOVE YOUUU take this excerpt from it.

"The red cedar is one of the most valuable trees of the United States because of the value of the wood and the uses of the species for landscape decoration. It makes an excellent low windbreak and it endures close pruning without injury, often being pruned into fantistic forms. Care should be taken that this tree is not planted near the apple orchard because of the fact that a certain rust fungus disease alternates between this tree and the apple tree which often does great damage to the apple." (p39)

no i did not edit that, it is spelt "fantistic" in the original document. bro was in awe of the beauty of nature so much that the typewriter (as this was written around 1951) slipped. fantistic tree.

the black walnut (Juglans nigra L.) pages are mentioned here because i have this extremely specific childhood memory of me on the playground of my preschool facility and throwing a black walnut fruit at a kid and getting in trouble for it. he deserved it too. he trashed the good playroom.

(pages 60, 61)

imagine this hitting you upside the head and its a little four year old throwing it at you with as much strength. you are over. it's done. the shell of the fruit is like a rock. i threw a rock at another small child

black jack oak (Quercus marhandica muench.) is also connected to a childhood memory of me tearing the cap off the acorn only to crack it open and experience maggots for the first time.

^^^^ picture of early stages of the fruit because i love it so much. also take this excerpt.

"The peculiar dark green, glossy, un-oak-like leaves clustered at the tips of the twigs and the fine scaly bark should help in the sure identification of this species which is always a low scrubby tree with us. I shall welcome specimens of this species for our herbarium." (p89)

I SHALL WELCOME SPECIMENS OF THIS SPECIES FOR OUR HERBARIUM. man. it really is an honored guest.

ON A FINAL NOTE i really like the distribution maps for the black birch and white elm juxtaposed

like, yeah man it's over there. and then this fucking thing is everywhere it's insane. i love it. ooooo you wanna read this whole document so baddd....

a bit of it is outdated, mainly the distribution maps, because it has been half a decade and trees spread. thats how they go places.just like toyota. so keep that in mind while perusing the maps. but other than that it's pretty accurate!!!! trees win!!!!

shoutout to anon i hope you learned The Information!!!! this information is practically useless to know unless you live in nebraska. :)

#ask

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