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Are you feeling kind of down right now? It’s not your fault that you forgot what baby cheetahs look like. Really. One time I did too.

But now you recall!

Look! Look!

They loves to play!

Rawr!

Their head is just one giant ball of floof!

I can’t even

How do they live? Being so cuTE??

Ugh!!

This has been a PSA. Baby cheetahs are everything good and pure in this world. Please imagine petting the floof head. Please feel better.

Today I learned about a couple that decided to rebuild their deserted piece of land of 600 hectares in Aimorés, Brazil. They planted more than 2 million tree saplings. As a result, the site has 293 plant species, 172 bird species and 33 animal species, some of which were on the verge of extinction. It only took 18 years!

In the early 1990s, Brazilian photo-journalist Sebastião Ribeiro Salgado was stationed in Rwanda to cover the horrific accounts of Rwanda genocide. The on-ground experience left him traumatised. In 1994, he was returning to his home in Minas Gerais, Brazil, with a heavy heart, hoping to find solace in the lap of a lush green forest, where he had grown up.

But, instead, he found dusty, barren land for miles and miles, in place of the forest. In only a few years, his beautiful hometown underwent rampant deforestation, leaving it fallow and devoid of all the wildlife. For him, everything was destroyed. “The land was as sick as I was. Only about 0.5% of the land was covered in trees,’ he shared in an interview with The Guardian. Salgado was shattered.

Saldago’s Wife Wanted to Recreate The Forest

It was at this time that Salgado’s wife Lélia made a near-impossible proposal. She expressed her wish to replant the entire forest. Salgado supported her idea, and together the couple set out on a heroic mission. Brazil Photographer Forest

Salgado bought an abandoned cattle ranch from his parents and started building a network of enthusiastic volunteers and partners who would fund and sustain their mammoth project. In 1998, the couple founded Instituto Terra – the organisation which tirelessly worked to bring a forest back to life.

PNHR Bulcão Farm | by Weverson Rocio – 2012

Salgado sowed the first seed in December 1999. The couple hired around 24 workers in the beginning and was later joined by numerous volunteers over the years. They worked day and night – from uprooting the invasive weeds to planting new seedlings. Soon, their hard work bore fruit as tropical trees native to the region started flourishing in the area. They received a donation of over one lakh saplings which gave rise to a dense forest. The handcrafted forest comprises mostly of local arboreal and shrub varieties. Latest satellite imagery revealed how a soothing green forest cover has enveloped the area which once was a devastating arid eyesore.Since 1998, they have planted more than 2 million saplings of 293 species of trees and rejuvenated 1,502 acres of tropical forest. The biodiversity-rich zone has recently been declared as a Private Natural Heritage Reserve (PNHR).

The Impact of Salgado’s Forest

The afforestation project, which is undoubtedly one of the greatest environmental initiatives in the world, has also helped to control soil erosion and revived the natural springs in the area. Eight water springs which once dried up, flow at around 20 litres per minute at present, relieving the drought-prone region of its woes. Salgado’s forest also happens to solve the much-debated notion about climate change, proving that the trend can be reversed if tried. His forest has resulted in causing more rainfall to the area and cooler weather, bringing a drastic and desirable change in the climate.

Instituto Terra’s Fauna | by Leonardo Merçon – 2012

The most important positive aspect of the forest till now has to be the return of the lost fauna. More than 172 species of birds, 33 species of mammals, 15 species of amphibians and reptiles have been spotted in the forest interiors, something which was beyond imagination two decades ago. Many of the plant and animal species in his forest actually feature on the endangered list.

Efforts For Good

Climate change is a harsh reality. Mankind is bearing the brunt of the relentless destruction they inflicted on the planet. Yet, people like Salgado and Lélia fill us with hope, proving that patience and persistence can be our keys to heal the wounds of nature. If two people can create a 1502-acre forest in just 20 years, then imagine how much can be done if everyone comes together to protect the environment. It must be reminded that for every tree we plant, we are adding 118 kgs of oxygen to the air every year, and reducing the carbon footprint by 22 kgs.

Efforts For Good urges all the readers to actively engage in planting trees and gradually turn this into a fixed habit.

Sources: http://www.scienceinsanity.com/2019/03/brazilian-couple-created-1502-acre.html

https://www.reddit.com/r/interestingasfuck/comments/bg0ebn/a_couple_decided_to_rebuild_their_deserted_piece/

and everyone else that can use reusable ones

Do you have any fanfiction recommendations?

Hi hello \\(°▽°)// I haven't read ATLA fics lately, but here are some of the fics whose tabs I have opened on my browser ❤️

Unpicked, rewoven by avaya29

– and Azula’s crackling bolt of lightning steadied, became still and straight, and was a beam of blue light thrusting from the horizon to the sky. The cold voltaic shock through his nerves was the sting of cold air damp with spray from the sea, the pressure of electrical charge the weight of armour on his shoulders, the harsh blue-white glow of lightning the grey-white-blue of sea and ice and sky.

…His scalp was cold.

Zuko doesn't know why he's suddenly back here again, here on his ship amongst the icebergs, with the Avatar's light stabbing into the sky. He's not even sure this is real. But if it is, he's going to do things better this time.

Of course, things go off the rails almost immediately.

Incarnadined Hound by Java_bean

All around her, the murmuring crowd hushed as if in mourning. Soon, all of the Fire Nation would hear the terms for the banishment, and they would react just the same. Azula smirked. She knew something they all didn’t know.

Find the avatar, Father had said. For anyone else, that was a death sentence.

For Zuzu, though? Well, that was doable.

Zuko could find anything

(A fic about Zuko and his insane ability to find things that he really shouldn't be able to find)

Seduction of the Innocent by southwest_trickster

Zuko doesn’t particularly want to build a life in Ba Sing Se. But since going home isn’t an option, he starts to figure out how he can be happy here. The solution? Attend Ba Sing Se University, write a thesis on the Air Nomads and the Water Tribes and why they’re important to study, and accidentally become a well-known author by writing comics about his sworn enemy.

And, of course, I have to rec @whats-a-reading's wonderful fic

Ship of Fools by IlliterateReader

“Zuzu? Are you still there?” And oh, Azula’s probably, definitely real. She’s not at his right. His sister is in front of him, regal as ever except for the burning missive flaring blue in her left hand.

or

Azula snuck on his ship. Good morning Zuko, welcome to your new banished life.

the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

i’m on an fdf kick rn and i’m abt to fucking ramble

ardyn feels like his head had gotten smashed in with the heaviest hammer he can’t even fathom existed. like the draconian just tried to kill him with a sword through his head

it takes him a little while to sort through memories—which is weird, he can’t remember daemonifying someone and taking their memories, but he supposes he will—and then pauses as he remembers the chosen queen ascending to claim her divine throne and kill him, eyes bloody and red, face twisted up in grief and resignation as her sword plunges into his chest to kill him

i await you in the beyond, he’d said. carefully, confusedly, he scans the room. it is his office in gralea, with the paperwork he enjoys to mess up on purpose on his desk with ink spilt over it and onto the floor. ink that matches the black on his fingers. and it is ink—he knows that for a fact.

and then he thinks, chosen queen? the title is the chosen king. not queen—not king—not queen—

ardyn grabs his head and grits his teeth. this, he thinks, is the most disorienting experience he has had.

then more memories sort through, gentle and teasing, just like the oracle and queen who had propped themselves up against ardyn’s side and talked to him in the beyond. well after ardyn had been purified and cured of the starscourge. his niece nocitfera and his granddaughter lunafreya had remained there with him despite them being able to move on, even though ardyn could not.

noctifera had done something (of course she had, his niece was many things, but overly lucky she was not) and the beyond began to get swallowed up before all six of the astrals came swooping in and panicking and sweeping them away—

and then ardyn woke up in his office in gralea with another set of memories. and they were another set of memories, ardyn can tell. he is not the ardyn that had been purified and bonded with those two girls in body even if he most certainly is in mind and heart. no, he was the ardyn that was fated to be killed by a chosen king not a chosen queen.

and he was still infected. the starscourge was crawling at his mind, slithering around in his body. he frowns as he turns away to look at the mirror and looks at unnatural gold eyes—different from when he overused his magic. this was from the scourge and it makes him frown harder at the mirror.

then he pulls away and answers a call from verstael with a half-hearted tap of the phone screen and lifts it up to give route greetings and go through the motions when verstael eagerly cuts him off, talking about a fleuret and a lucis caelum practically landing in his lap.

ardyn nearly smashes his phone to bits, but acts pleasantly surprised and intrigued and extracts a location with only minor buttering up and a promise to not start anything until he got there. he wants to say hello to these two wayward souls.

and... even if they’re not noctifera and lunafreya, they’re his. his nibling and grandchild. verstael’s hands would get sawed off if he even thought about touching them without any given permission.

but there they were. noctifera and lunafreya, both seeming to be teenagers and trussed up with cuffs and magic suppressors. both of his girls glaring at verstael and only looking at him when he says, “well! i must say, this is a surprise!” and he looks over them worriedly, frowning.

then he spins on his heel and demands, “let them out.”

verstael pales and ardyn distantly registers that his true face is on and the scourge is flowing in the air around him.

“uncle,” says noctifera. ardyn looks over at her. “you can’t just daemonify him.”

“i wasn’t planning on it, my dear niece,” he informs her honestly, but dramatically. “i don’t want him in my head.” then he perches his hands on his hips and saunters forwards, watching the cuffs pop open and feeling the jammer turn off. “you two should be home, my dears.”

“what,” wheezes verstael in the background.

“in a moment,” ardyn says dismissively. he grins at them, winks, and then crosses his arms, mock-sternly.

“it’s not our fault astrals decided to kidnap us,” lunafreya defends half-heartedly. “well, it’s not mine.”

noctifera huffs, but doesn’t argue.

ardyn sighs and then resigns himself to secretly buying a new house in gralea—his was too small to have housed two girls and an adult man for long. “i suppose if you’ve been abducted by the astrals, it’s fine. the least they could’ve done was put you closer to me, honestly. you two aren’t allows to go off on your own.”

“we try not to,” lunafreya tells him. “but sometimes the temptation is there and we do.”

oh. so they wandered off. did they land close by and see him dissociating through sorting the influx of memories and wander away? probably.

ardyn turns to verstael, who’s watching this with a pale face. “regardless, girls, we seem to have been rude. verstael, these two are—”

“i’m flora izunia,” lunafreya says, “ardyn’s daughter.”

“vespera izunia,” noctifera says, “his niece.”

and ardyn grins at verstael’s suddenly chalk-white face.

Different Stories Resonate with Different People

Mini Clones by BlackHunter666 maybe

Hi there, Moddy, I’ve been (desperately) looking for a fic I think you recommended... I don’t remember the title, but it featured the clones being shrunk down to tiny clones, and I can’t find it anywhere. Help?

The only thing I can think of as story is my own TinyObi where they are tiny for just two chapters or so?

There is Dakt art but I can’t think of anything else I’m sorry to say.