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lavender-tea-dragon · 4 months
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Summer friend
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pequenosol · 3 months
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ask-sarah-and-co · 4 months
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🌺? 👀
easy answer: Hugh (or Sarah) and Aya lol
new answer: I think Hugh and Thai would really get along! both are battle driven and the sarcastic type :) Hugh will also get a fuecoco in the near future (technically a spoiler but I kinda already spoiled it myself) so they’d prob bond over that!
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lavs-stimming-mood · 1 year
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HHHHCNSND I am very normally requesting a Cloud stimboard
Or. Maybe. Chai ?
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*points firmly* GAY >:D
🧡 ☁️ 🍵
✍ 🐍 💜
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gabrielokun · 10 months
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booskwan · 1 year
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love. the feeling that you’re having. it’s called love.
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pallanophblargh · 2 years
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You know what, just call it what it is. (Hoarding!)
This room is at least one of the less concerning spaces and it’s where the vast majority of my tropicals grow. Many of these plants I’ve had for a good 5+ years, and will likely be getting chopped and shared over time (looking at you, ficus!)
Luckily not finding any new plants I want. (Exceptions can be made for select hoya/fern/aloe/agave, though.) I’m definitely enjoying the plants I do have, and so long as they all get good care without driving me nuts it’s okay.
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meatsound · 9 months
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coming back here means plantposting
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childoferebus · 1 year
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WHOMST
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zenjiiejiie · 1 year
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The only one who deserves a happy ending in war of y: wife is most if that happy ending just so happens to be w/ achi then good for him if it's NOT w/ achi GOOD FOR HIM SHOW HIM YOU DONT NEED HIM DARLING!!
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lavender-tea-dragon · 5 months
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Thai fails at sandwiches!!!
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pequenosol · 3 months
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conandaily2022 · 7 months
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Miss Thailand World 2023 predictions: Tharina Botes, Ployphailin Leib, Fern Warangkhana
The Miss Thailand World 2023 coronation ceremony will take place at The Berkeley Hotel Pratunam in Bangkok, Thailand on October 1, 2023. It is the 30th edition of the national beauty pageant that selects Thailand’s Miss World candidate. On August 3, 2019, Narintorn Chadapattarawalrachoat of Pathum Thani was crowned Miss Thailand World 2019 at The Berkeley Hotel Pratunam in Bangkok. She was not…
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flippyspoon · 6 months
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What do you think the perfect Spirk date is? I know everyone says chess and that’s cute but if they can go anywhere or do anything what do you think it would be?
OOO OOKAY so it depends where they are of course-
If they're docked in San Fran they have all kinds of options but my mind immediately goes to them visiting a big fancy arboretum (or some expanded version of the San Francisco Botanical Garden if that still exists).
Kirk just makin' all the heart eyes asking Spock random questions about flowers and how some crazy fern from Andoria is cared for on Earth.
Then Jim pulls Spock into an alcove and kisses him and Spock is like "In public, Jim?" But then Jim does that thing he does to his ear and he's done for.
Then dinner some place they agree on- let's say Thai (as I'm in Thai Town). Walk along the beach.
KIRK AND SPOCK DOING A LITTLE OZH'ESTA WHILE STANDING UNDER THE MOONLIGHT ON THE BEACH IN SAN FRANCISCO OOO.
If they're on the ship I like to think there are more cultural things to do then we got to see on TOS- kinda like we saw on TNG all the time. Like maybe there's a broadcast via subspace of some lecture by a historian with a theory on bla bla influence of yadda yadda on Surak or ya know The Influence of Vulcan Literature on Contemporary Modes of Terran Culture something something and they show it in their assembly room so Kirk and Spock go to that and then discuss it over dinner in the officer's lounge and canoodle on the observation deck and there's a running debate on whatever the lecture was the whole time and Spock being kind of fired about it (for him) is getting Kirk all worked up and then necking on the observation deck before Kirk whispers that he'd like to take this back to their quarters where he may or may not shove Spock against a wall before attacking him with his mouth.
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gabrielokun · 10 months
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kpforpresident · 1 year
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What if Clarke accidentally kills one of Lexa's plants that she asked her to take care of while she was away? Clarke replaces it with a lookalike but Lexa knows something is off
Lexa, armed with a spray bottle and a glass of her favourite six dollar Trader Joes red, wanders absently through the apartment that her and Clarke have shared for the past year as she hums quietly along with the radio that plays faintly in the kitchen as Clarke bangs around making them dinner. Lexa had winced slightly as she was shooed gently from the kitchen by a slightly manic-eyed Clarke, deciding to not point out the smear of pesto that marred one perfect pink cheek.
She picks up the slender silver watering can from its home on the mantle as she gently tips the spout into the base of that same Thai Constellation Monstera that had brought them together a few years ago, smiling slightly as the semi-dry soil soaked up the clear waterfall like a thirsty sponge. Lexa had flown out to the west coast at the last minute over the weekend to meet Anya and Raven's newest little one, a bright eyed little girl with a singular tuft of midnight hair and the most beautiful rosebud mouth that Lexa had ever laid eyes upon. She was named Jo after their favorite character from their beloved Louisa May Alcott book, and she had completely and utterly twined Lexa around a perfect little finger within the first minutes of meeting.
Lexa smiles softly as she remembers how Jo had slept on her shoulder as Raven and Anya had chatted softly in the background, eyes tired but alight with the soft kind of contented love that only parenthood could bring.
Burnt orange light bathes their living room as the sun quietly sinks below the skyline, casting burnished golden shadows over everything. Lexa continues to sip from her crystalline glass and tent to the plants she knows that Clarke most likely nervously avoided with all of her might while Lexa was away.
Her fingers brush over the fern that slumps on the small stool next to her favorite reading chair, the slouchy green velvet an idea place to curl up on a rainy morning with a cup of tea and a novel.
She's halfway across the room to dump the remainder of the water onto the fiddle fig that stand sentry by the doorway when a thoughtful crease mars her forehead as Lexa slowly retraces her steps to cast another thoughtful eye across the leafy green fern.
"Love?" Lexa calls as she wanders her way back across the worn hardware floors, battered wood gleaming slightly in the dying light of the lazy Saturday.
Clarke hummed an affirmative as a golden halo of hair popped out of the kitchen door, eyes lighting up as she glided forward to press a soft kiss to Lexa's wine flushed cheek. Lexa leaned into the small act of love as she moved around the counter to perch on a barstool so as to not get into the way of the culinary hurricane that was Clarke making homemade pasta.
"Clarke?"
Clarke looks up with a quicksilver smile as she tosses the pasta into the battered pot at the back of their small stove, stirring as she deftly sprinkles a pinch of salt into the merrily burbling water.
"Lexa?" Clarke chirps back, obediently moving away from the stove to focus on Lexa. Clarke scoops her wine glass off the counter as she enters Lexa's orbit, cradling the pale liquid in one hand as she brushes errant hairs out of her field of vision with the other.
"Why is the fern in the living room different, Clarke?"
Lexa watches with faint amusement as her words sink into Clarke, sees her process as a faint flush steals across already reddened cheeks, her fingers twitch around her wine glass as she flounders slightly. Because Lexa knows Clarke and her infinite roladex of facial expressions by heart, Lexa can also tell when Clarke decides to go with honesty as a faint pout shadows her bottom lip.
"I'm sorry Lex, I tried," Clarke beseeches as she spreads the fingers on her free hand placatingly, a small poof of flour flying off of her person as she practically vibrates with the energy of someone newly condemned. "The damn thing just crisped immediately when you left, and I know you said that one in particular is picky, and I couldn't do anything to revive that silly little fringe plant, so I went to Indra and-"
Lexa, whose eyebrows had been climbing higher and higher on her forehead throughout Clarke's impassioned speech, holds up a finger to cut off her harried lover before steam can begin to spout from Clarke's ears.
"Clarke, it's fine, it's just a maidenhair fern," Lexa soothes as she reaches across the bar to grab a flailing limb, smoothing her thumb across Clarke's hand as she feels her girlfriend's entire body relax at her touch.
"I- well- ok," Clarke lamely finishes, peering up at Lexa from her lower position with guileless eyes.
Lexa presses an adoring kiss to Clarke's hand as she smirks slightly, swinging her legs off the barstool to move into the kitchen to help tug down plates as Clarke hastily stirred the noodles.
"I can't believe you thought you'd just be able to swap plants and that I wouldn't notice, I run a plant shop, for chrissake, Clarke," Lexa manages to laugh around a mouthful of wine as she playfully hip checks Clarke.
Clarke shakes her head emphatically as she stirs fresh pesto into the now-drained pasta, spots of red still high on her cheeks.
"They're both green and fluffy and I cannot tell the difference Lexa, not all of us can identify every plant and fungi in the animal kingdom with one eye closed--"
Unbeknownst to the girls, the sun crept slowly below the horizon as night settled, velvety and infinite, over the city of Polis.
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