okay so this is a video i took through a microscope with our phone during the last plant pathology lab we had. what we’re seeing here is a nematode (a small worm that can be very damaging to plants by breeding/eating their roots) being eaten by a carnivorous fungi species on a petri dish.
when in lack of nutrients, the carnivorous fungi will send out sticky lassos of mycelium into the soil to catch microorganisms. when caught, the fungi will just kind of……grow into them and then secrete digestive enzymes into the organism to eat it alive??? this nematode has been caught by the tail for a while, as we can see by the fact that it’s moving much slower– either tired out or being eaten. around it you can see similar worms that aren’t moving, and those are the dead bodies of its brethren that the fungus has already caught and eaten from the inside out. such carnage y’all like yikes
the obvious application of this organism is for nematode and microorganism control in crop soils, but after testing it’s been determined that the fungus only does this in low-nutrient mediums and is completely benign in rich crop soils.
“You don’t have to go.” you whispered so softly Harry almost didn’t hear you as he was struggling to find his belongings scattered around your room. You watched Harry’s shoulders tense as you reached over and turned on the lamp on your bedside table. Harry let out a sigh as he turned around to look at you. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
You shrugged your shoulders, pulling the covers tighter against your bare chest. “I always notice when you leave.” Harry let out a wince, even though it wasn’t intentional, he knew you were referencing all the nights where he would leave before the sun even came up.
Every time Harry was in town, he found himself getting lost in between your sheets. It became a routine to find him knocking on your door. At first, it was great. The sex was amazing. Harry knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss; he knew your body more than you did.
When you started developing feelings for Harry, everything changed. At least for you. Harry still came around, you guys still had phenomenal sex, but you found yourself wanting more. Every time he left the bed, you wish he stayed. You wish he told you about his day, you wish he told you about the latest song he was working on at the studio. You wanted, no, you needed more.
But you could never tell Harry that. Your feelings for Harry were so strong, you were afraid that if he found out that he would stop whatever was going on between the two of you. So you kept your mouth shut.
Harry just threw his shirt over his head before he turned to look at you. You were staring down at your hands on your lap. Harry bit down on his bottom lip, a sense of guilt overcoming him. He took a seat beside you, causing you to look up at him. “Isn’t your sister’s birthday party tomorrow?”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You told Harry about this a while ago. Frankly you didn’t think he was paying attention, nor did you think he cared. You were surprised that he managed to remember. You nodded your head. Harry cleared his throat, “Do you mind if I tag along?”
You couldn’t help the smile that was fighting its way onto your face. “Really? You would want to go?” Harry chucked at your expression as he nodded his head, “Why not? It’ll be fun.” Harry grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. Your cheeks turned a crimson red before you nodded your head. “Alright,” you agreed. Harry gave you a smirk before he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
You were standing outside the club your sister was hosting her birthday party at. You wrapped your coat around you tighter as you glanced at your phone. No messages from Harry. You let out a sigh as you looked around, hoping Harry would pop out of nowhere and apologize for being late. Your sister came up behind you, a drink in her hand. “Y/N? What are you doing out here? Come inside!”
You looked at your sister and looked back at your phone. “I will, I will. I’m just. I’m just waiting for someone. He said he would come tonight.” You let out a sigh as your phone was still bare of any messages from Harry. Your sister pursed her lips together as she stared at you. “Is something wrong?”
You shook your head as you plastered on a fake smile. “Nothing’s wrong! Why would anything be wrong?” Your sister shook her head. She’s seen you hurt many times. She’s seen you cry. She knows when you had a broken heart and tonight, you were glowing with hurt. Although you’ve never told her about Harry, she knew that the “someone” you were waiting for was the culprit of your sadness. Your sister grabbed your hand softly. Your eyes slowly drifted towards her. Your sister gave you a small smile. “Y/N, whoever hurt you and is making you wait up for them…they’re not worth it. You’re worthy, you know that right?”
You let out a sigh as you shook your head. You pulled your sister in for a hug, careful not to spill her drink. “I know. I just forgot for a little bit.”
You looked at the time on your phone. You let out a sigh. You knew exactly who it was knocking on your door at this time. You let out a sigh before you made your way to the door. You opened the door to find Harry standing at your doorstep, his hands in his front pockets. Your mouth set in a straight line before you crossed your eyes and leaned on the door frame.
“I’m sorry, love. I forgot.” Harry apologized sheepishly. You shook your head. “It’s fine. I should’ve known you had better things to do.”
Harry stepped closer to you. “Let me show you how sorry I am, yeah?” He was just about to place his hand on your waist before you took a step back. “I’m sorry, H. I can’t do this anymore?”
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” You gestured your hands towards the both of you. “Whatever this is…was… I can’t do it anymore.”
Harry took a step forward again but again, you took a step back. Harry sighed, “If this is because of tonight, I’m sorry. I’ll be there next time. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Harry was looking into your eyes, trying to get a sense of what was going on in your mind but all he saw was sadness.
You took a step towards Harry and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you whispered before you stepped back into your apartment. Before Harry could process what was happening, you already closed the door on your face.
You leaned on the door, your arms wrapped around yourself as you listened to Harry knocking on your door repeatedly. You tried to hold back the sob ripping its way through your body. “Love! What happened! What changed!”
You shook your head as your head hung low, a tear managing to find its way out. “I wanted more.”
eh not my best. lol but sorry it took so long to post! i live in houston so with harvey going on, there’s been a lot of commotion the past couple days.
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Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Mature (just some cursing for now but will def add in some good ol smut and fluff and probs a lil of angst? as the story progresses)
A/N: listen. i have no idea where im going with this. im already thinking the second part and even THIRD part of Lifted but I feel like im posting too much jungkook (yes there is such a thing as posting too much jungkook) and i want to give the other members a chance and i’ve had this idea with yoongi for a while and its been destrOYing me. i dont even know if posting this already is a good idea because this literally the only thing i’ve written so far and im a master at procastinating and not finishing series (don’t worry wont make these too long) so anyways. still feel like this is going to be a mistake. go listen to some agust d bc this is 100% based on him.