I have a couple questions about tomatoes for a story I'm writing. I'm wondering, how well can a tomato plant survive without someone caring for it? Is it at all realistic for someone to find one still somewhat alive in an old garden that was abandoned and then revive it?
I can rework the story to use a different plant, but I figured I'd at least try tomatoes first, and ask someone who actually know things about them lol.
Here is an image of a tomato plant growing out of a crack in the sidewalk:
As you can see, it’s thriving. Here’s another one:
And here’s a 9-foot Cherry tomato plant that just fucking appeared in the person’s yard over their vacation:
So it’s not particularly likely your character would find a dying tomato plant to nurse back to health, because they THRIVE on Neglect. What they’ll find is a MASSIVELY OVERGROWN TOMATO TREE that has probably killed two of it’s neighbors and is looking to go a little Ghengis Khan on any surrounding architecture.
My most successful and bountiful tomato plant was a 7ft vine that seemed to laugh and grow more when I forgot to water it. Every tomato plant, no matter the variety, that I have coddled and nursed has told me to fuck off. Then they’d die.
A follow up to The Order of The Avengers (available HERE and HERE). All the outfits are inspired by the ones of various
African
people (Maasai
people, Zulu
people, Himba
people, etc..) but also by concept art from the book The Art of Black Panther.
I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyonewho follows me reblog this.
I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head.
Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away.
So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out.
I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot
and im asking to all of my followers who see this post in your dashboard to please press play to this video, you never know when this is gonna be useful, PLEASE DON’T IGNORE IT.
This is one of the first moves I was taught in Krav Maga, and it is one of the most effective.
It took me about a half hour to get down with practice, but once you get it, it’s an intuitive movement.
Please pass this along, it will save lives.
this is extremely important, definitely learn this. i see several problems with it, and things that should be added though.
for one thing, scream immediately, not in fear like, help! help! but in rage like GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!! because that will surprise and repel him right away and he doesn’t want you going off like a loud alarm, alerting any surrounding people, being aggressive, challenging, fighting for your life up front, showing straight fire as an opponent. if he tries to cover your mouth, bite him viciously with everything you’ve got.
if you can’t do any of the stuff in this video because you forget it in the moment or he instantly becomes violent and just punches you in the face to subdue you, you have to go straight wild, bucking, screaming in rage, kicking, hitting, biting, gouging, he can’t control all parts of you at once, make it seriously troublesome and problematic for him to continue. you won’t be a weak opponent. you’re in a fight.
in the interest of all that, exercise regularly, work out in the gym, walk long distances, etc. get yourself strong, agile, fit, so you can kick ass when you must. a guy raping you isn’t going to be motionless and passive like the guy demonstrating here. he’s going to use his hands fast and with force to knock your arms out when you try the first move in this series.
go the fuck off and fight for your life.
but the reality is, in an extraordinarily high percentage of rapes, it’s not going to be a stranger you encountered in the street or someone who broke into your house. it’s going to be a guy you loved, trusted, felt safe with most likely, your intimate partner or a friend. he probably won’t be explicitly physically violent, it’s psychological terrorism. you will have been psychologically groomed and manipulated over time before it ever gets there. so you’re shocked and confused, etc. you need to build your mind up like your body so you see a manipulative abuser from miles away before he can ever start in on you and reach the point of access where he can try to murder your soul.
“In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.”
— Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
(Aaron Freeman, “Planning Ahead Can Make A Difference In The End”)
