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#I work in a flower shop
oreramar · 2 years
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Sometimes I think about that post about the “hate bouquet” that’s gone around a few times. It’s the one that starts off with someone asking how to say “I hate you” with a bouquet of flowers, as if barging into a flower shop with that particular request.
I’ve seen a couple different answers for it, too: stuff that goes into flower language symbolism and meaning, versus just a selection of flowers and fillers and so on that would be uncomfortable to hold (thorny rose stems) and messy to have (thick leaves packed in tight, sprayed with water, for ultimate mold production). I’ve thought of my own variations on the latter myself (springerei or some form of tree fern for shedding mess, etc), but the more I think on it the more I think that...you can’t do it.
Sure, there’s all the old flower language stuff. This flower is disdain, this flower is loathing, this flower is “take a long walk off a short dock, pal.” Thing is, next to none of that has survived into common knowledge - at best people associate red roses with romantic love, yellow with friendship, maybe white or pink with innocence or youth, perhaps a few other flowers specifically with funerals...but after that the meanings kind of fade into meaninglessness, and even those bounds aren’t absolute (ex: people here associate gladiolus with funerals, but to me and my mum they’re just really awesome traditional garden bed flowers). So if the recipient is fluent or has a special interest in it, then yeah, you can code that message in, but to most people orange lilies are just striking and beautiful and maybe someone’s favorite color or shape, not a declaration of seething hatred.
Sure, some flowers and greens and so on are thorny or very prone to molding up in bad conditions or producing messes, but here’s the thing: all cut flowers die eventually. All of them. And many of them die messily, with ugly brown spots and mush and mold and shedding of leaves and so on, again, especially in certain conditions. But we give them to people with all good intentions anyway, because the point isn’t that they’ll be perfect forever. The point is that they look really good at the moment, and that they’ll be something nice to have for a few days to a week or so.
Basically, I don’t think you can say “I hate you” with flowers, not when they culturally translate, almost unilaterally, to some form or flavor of “I love you,” “I care about you,” “I’m thinking of you,” “Thank you,” “I want you to have some brightness and color and beauty in your day.”
If you (or a character in a fic) really need to disguise your “I hate you” message in something that seems nice on the surface, make a card with as much glitter glued on as possible and tip some extra into the envelope. I suspect it’d be far more effective.
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cryptid-quill · 27 days
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new colorfes cards made me rise from the dead, I give art of gay people as offerings
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frankencanon · 7 months
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the yamanaka clan are so funny to me...
they're literally like: yes hello we specialize in flowers and interrogation 💐😊
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julykings · 11 months
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goodbye may
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tamorii · 1 month
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Frieren - Lost in the Mountains
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rizzstappen · 8 months
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College Au, I agree that you def should write it 👀👀
Ahh okay I’ve been tinkering with this for a bit! Thank you for this ask Danni!!
This is my first time writing for Maxiel and first time writing rpf in years so please be easy on me 😭 but of course feedback and any questions are welcome!! Inspired by this picture and the tags!!
Sorry for any mistakes! But I don’t think I can look or edit this anymore without going insane 🤪 enjoy!!!
Maxiel College AU where it’s a special day during junior year!
“C’mon one more DR!” Blake shouted from across the tennis court. The Austin sun beating down on them making the already humid day feel worse than it actually was.
“Yeah, nah mate,” Daniel called back as the three men walked toward the net where they had set their backpacks down to get in a quick tennis match. “Max is waiting for me. I promised I’d be back on time. He says it’s a special day.”
Daniel had been thinking all day about it.
Before leaving for class Max had whispered to Daniel something about a special day. In his sleepy haze all the Aussie could do was hum and try to pull his boyfriend back into the warm duvet covers away from the busy campus outside their window.
Every morning was a routine once the semester began. Max woke at 7 am for his 8 am lecture. Showered. Got dressed. Kissed Daniel before he headed out the door. Daniel, of course, didn’t have class until 1:30. He liked sleeping in and staying up late. Plus he worked at the local bar which meant late night shifts. Max didn’t mind it. They always made sure to leave the afternoons free around dinner time so they could catch up on the day before Max went to play FIFA or do homework and Daniel went to work.
“He said that? You don’t know what the special day is?” Scotty asked with a slight scoff knowing if he forgot a date Chloe would have his head.
Daniel rolled his eyes sliding his backpack onto his shoulders and hiding his sweaty curls under a black and green hat “no he didn’t say what it was. If I ask he might kill me so I’m off to get some flowers on my way home” he nodded hopping the day would reveal itself when he walked in the door.
After saying bye to Blake and Scotty, Daniel headed out to the local flower shop. It was small with a French exchange student behind the counter who flirted way too much with Max in his opinion. The green eyed student recommended a bouquet of roses. Cliche.
Instead Daniel opted for an assortment of red, yellow and white tulips. Like the ones Max spoke about from his home country. Daniel liked to get flowers often wanting to give Max a little piece of home since he couldn’t travel back to Holland often.
The jingle of his key alerted the cats of Daniel’s return to the small apartment. Once inside the cats curled around his ankles and purred against his leg welcoming him back. Daniel leaned down scratching both Jimmy and Sassy behind their ears with whispered ‘hey guys, where’s dad?’ He toed off his shoes by the door before walking towards the living room. Max wasn’t in his usual spot on the worn leather couch Daniel had practically begged Max to bring back after they found it on the side of the road last year.
“Hello?” He called out the crinkle of the cellophane echoing around the tulips in Daniel’s hand.
“Shit” Max’s quiet voice echoed coming from the kitchen. Daniel made his way over seeing Max fussing over…something? His broad shoulders hunched down pulling at the fabric of his black polo that were tucked into his jeans being held up by a black belt.
Max turned holding a tray in his hands with what should’ve been a cake. The white frosting and vanilla bread had clearly turned into a crumbly mess.
“It’s supposed to be a cake, of course, but I think I took the bread out too soon and it was too hot. Of course I just wanted it to be decorated before you got back-“ Max rambled. A grin spread on Daniels lips “a cake for this special day?” He asked trying to real more information out of his boyfriend about this mystery day.
Max raised an eyebrow and nodded “of course why wouldn’t there be a cake?” He says.
Cake. Birthday? No. Anniversary? No. Daniel still couldn’t wrack his brain about what this special day might be.
Max smirked at his boyfriend as he sets the tray down on the linoleum lined kitchen counter “you have no idea what today is huh?”
Shit. He was caught. Max could read him like a book but Daniel wouldn’t admit it of course. “What?! Of course I know what today is. I got you flowers. Tulips” he grinned handing over the bouquet.
Max inspects the flowers. Not as good as the ones from his hometown but he knew it was the thought that counted. Max looked his boyfriend in the eyes a grin on his lips as he speaks “then what is today?”
Daniel looks back for a moment. What other possible date would be important enough for a cake?
A laugh bubbles up from Max “you don’t even know!” he smirked happily moving to get a vase filled with water for his flowers. “Daniel it’s the day we met in class” he spoke over the water running into the green vase “three years ago, of course” he nodded shutting the water off and sliding the flowers into the water before setting them down “it’s called a meet cute. I think” he said before he gestured to the cake sat on the counter “that’s what Victoria called it. She said it would be cute to celebrate it.”
The words ‘happy 3 year meet cute’ scrawled out in red icing against the white frosting in Max’s handwriting
Daniel was stunned.
3 years. He couldn’t believe 3 years had flown by. He remembered walking into his Horticulture 120 lecture and the only spot left was next to Max at the front row. He was sure he’d drop the class. It was an elective after all. But then he turned and saw Max’s eyes. Blue. Like the Maldives. In that moment Daniel knew he had to stay. So he did and clumsily introduced himself. His braces giving him a slight lisp. But it was the best thing he had done. Now he had an apartment and two cats with that same boy. And they were celebrating meeting 3 year later.
Daniel gives his boyfriend a soft look before his own laughter filled the space between them “oh Maxy” he said “that’s adorable really. Thank you” he says admiring the icing work he had attempted winning his finger into the white frosting and licking it off his finger.
“Happy three year meet cute anniversary” he said leaning in kissing Max’s blushing cheeks.
Max smiled turning to look at his boyfriend “happy three year meet cute anniversary” he whispered before planting a kiss on Daniel lips.
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kiruamon · 7 months
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Grey World AU- Anomaly
First time Sun and Moon meeting Y/N.
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For a better context you may want to check out my first post about this au where I rambled about how stuff works there.
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the-purest · 8 months
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deathduo is florist-tatoo parlor trope coded except it's unexpectedly missa as the tattoo artist and phil as the florist
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verfound · 4 months
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FIC: "Bad Kitty...?" (MLB; Lukanette)
Rating: General Audiences
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Summary: Marinette’s shop cat eats the plant that’s supposed to tell her who her soulmate is, leaving her to forever wonder who it possibly could have been – or maybe not…?
Author’s Notes/Warnings: Just a silly little something sprinted real quick to shake off the dust after what has undeniably been a Month.  @quickspinner found this prompt: “Yesterday a friend gave me a plant and said that on the day it blooms, I’ll meet my soulmate.  Today it was eaten by my cat.  I’m done.”
“Bad Kitty…?”
“Oh, no!  Adrien, no!”
Luka looked up at the shout, his eyebrows lifting at the sound of Marinette’s distress.  The swinging doors that led to the back of the flower shop they worked at shot open with a yowl that could only come from the cat Marinette insisted on keeping around the shop, followed quickly by Marinette herself in all her avenging glory.  Luka’s eyebrow’s lifted even higher as he saw the broom in her hands – then even higher when she took a swing at the cat she claimed to love so much.
What on earth…???
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24hrfrog · 1 year
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flower au stuff :3
what i have in my head when thinking abt it~
best way to talk abt dynamic is a football player vs the present of student council trying to get the new guys attention
mav doesn’t automatically fall and isn’t easy to fluster, more like takes the flirting head on 💀
slider is interested immediately because ice is, monkey see monkey do
if ice wasn’t around, the tattoo and piercing business he & slider owns would shut down fr
slider and baby brad interactions is chaos vs ice and baby brad is a well distinguished gentleman and his polite son lol
if the daggers would make an appearance it would be pretty brief and just referring to pre school peers brad has, side story of baby brad having a playdate and the three adults trying to control them lol
slider’s tattoos are ocean/sky war themes, like full sleeve tapestry of a huge ship and a anchor trailing down his arm and a dog fight scene on the forearm of the planes falling, lots of cloud/debris, and angel wings on his neck, on the opposite arm it’s basically following the same theme (these go all the way to his pecs), on his back its three chained up dobermans and smaller scattered stuff on his thighs n legs
ice is very much a drawer too but is more secretive about his work, hes not fond of tatting and hence he just sticks with piercings
slider has more piercings than ice bc ice literally uses him as his model (like when a kid would use a teddy bear and give them piercings lol)
ice has only a few smaller tattoos of more calming scenes (still thinking abt what)
when slider pulls up to mav’s with a new piercing or tattoo he’ll gross him out with it and thinks its amusing 💀
mav never wants a piercing due to the very understanding fear of it getting ripped of. he also just never thought of wanting a tattoo but just cuz he wouldn’t know what and why he would need one
ice is a germ freak real.
slider picked up ice’s habits of waking up early and cleaning so the shop and their shared living space is always clean
idk ice and sliders relationship situation but theyre real comfortable with each others presence and a lot of customers end up thinking its a couples business when they walk in lol
ice is actually rlly warm body temperature wise and slider on the colder side
carole is a successful wedding planner and travels internationally for her work, typically she brings goose if she needs an extra pair of hands and brad is in mav’s care often (doesnt mean they dont love him tho!)
baby brad says he has two dads and one mom bc of how much time he has with mav
mav is the owner of the flower shop after carole gave it to him due to her schedule just getting too busy, goose is still a co owner and is in the shop whenever he is able
both shops have their living space above it
slider throws pebbles at mav’s window across the street to bother him
slider and ice share a bed, when they first moved in there was only one bed they could afford and they just didn’t mention buying a second, ice says it’s bc than they’ll have to rearrange the whole place to make a new bedroom and it would take too much effort
brad looks more like how miles teller was when he was a baby than 86 baby brad
ice and mav and slider are a lil different looking than in 86, maybe just a lil older, mav has a bit more muscle on him for sure and sliders hair us more grown out and curly
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sparklepoint · 7 months
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When I was younger, I was indeed drawn to [carnivorous plants] for some strange reason... Perhaps I should reflect upon my childhood self.
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wmnylander · 2 months
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happy international women’s day! 🩷
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caelanglang · 2 years
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Flags Week 2k22 ✨ Day Six
Flower Shop
Photographs
“Did you get my note?”
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Nakahara Chuuya was many things all at once.
An university scholar, a star athlete, and a flower arranger who works for the best flower shop in town, Flags Flower.
Everything was going well for him, really. Everyone loved his flower arrangements; he’s been praised and scouted professionally for his athletic accomplishments; his grades were flying sky high. Until that one time when he nearly ruined a wedding celebration he was invited to arrange flowers for, after clashing with a young photographer, Dazai Osamu— who was coincidentally the transfer student that was supposed to be his new roommate.
Everything just goes downhill (?) in Chuuya’s life from that point. He’s no longer the top of his class because Dazai now owns that position. In fact, His grades were slowly fluctuating downwards as the semester rolled. He blames it all on Dazai— the nerve of that guy to distract him from his studies in their shared dorm! He’s got this whole theory that Dazai is doing it all to drag him down and take the title as the top student for himself. The list of evidences are as follows:
Exhibit a) Dazai’s terrible taste in music blasting everyday, along with his god-awful singing voice that would play on loop inside Chuuya’s head for the rest of the day— an absolute hazard to the ears and the brain and the heart.
Exhibit b) Dazai challenging Chuuya to ridiculous competitions: who makes better meal combos, who’s the last to fall asleep in movie marathons, who doesn’t shed a single tear over heartbreaking animal documentaries, who could wear the same outfit better— etc etc. (seriously anything stupid could be competitive enough between them)
Exhibit c) Dazai actually having study sessions with Chuuya in the library. Note: DAZAI OSAMU WEARING A PAIR OF UGLY GLASSES WHILST FULLY CONCENTRATED ON HIS READINGS AND NOTE-TAKING, ALLOWING THE SUNLIGHT FILTERING THROUGH THE WINDOW TO PAINT HIS FIGURE IN A SOFT GLOW. UGH. WHO COULD EVEN STUDY IN FACE OF SUCH A HIDEOUS SIGHT.
Even in his matches, Chuuya’s starting to feel more mental pressure in his games as he sees Dazai taking photos of him from the crowd of spectators. (“For the school paper,” the Mackerel says)
What’s even worse is that Dazai frequents the Flags Flower Shop for his photoshoot projects. They even end up photographing and flower arranging in the same event more than once.
That menace Dazai Osamu has literally bleed into every aspect of Chuuya’s life. Chuuya could swear that it was getting bad for his health when he was starting to feel his heart rate and blood pressure spiking up whenever Dazai was around or simply mentioned.
Of course, he needed an outlet for all these bottled up frustrations (?). He could trust his long time friends and guardians, the Flags, with these troubles. Ranting to them everyday about his mackerel of a bastard of a roommate was his only coping mechanism. (Along with writing poems but that’s no one else’s business.)
What he did NOT expect, was the betrayal of the Flags when they manhandled and imprisoned him inside the flower arrangement room, taking his cringey love poems (how did they even get that!?) and placing it into the bouquet of flowers Dazai ordered— absolute betrayal! Absolute humiliation! He will never forgive them for this!!
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Later on he did. He even thanked them after getting himself a boyfriend.
📷💐… close up shots on moments before a disaster:
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peaches2217 · 2 months
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While I have nothing to show for the holiday (soon! Very soon!), I do wanna wish all of y’all a happy Valentine’s Day! Mutuals, followers, lurkers, and people I follow: I love and cherish all of y’all. Keep being amazing! 💗
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valyrra · 2 months
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I have felt like this since like 8th grade
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kiruamon · 6 months
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Grey World - Change of heart
Third comic part of the Grey World AU. Officer Sun is back. And things are taking a new direction. Wish you fun with this one.
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