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Plant Show Essentials: Must-Have Items for Your First Pop-Up Plant Event
In recent years, the green-thumbed community has witnessed a delightful emergence in the horticultural world – the pop-up plant show. This innovative concept combines the allure of temporary events with the passion for houseplants, creating an ephemeral yet unforgettable experience for plant lovers. But what exactly is a pop-up plant show, and why has it become such a hit among those who adore…
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okok, i have a cyphmen prompt for you, hope you look through it
how about omen/cypher buy a plant that represents the other? OMG it would be like "this plant is really you" and omggggggg skdkdjkskskdkskd
hehe thank you for taking your time with me
AHAAHAAAAA YOU HAVE ACTIVATED MY LOVE OF PLANTS YOU HAVE FALLEN FOR MY INVISIBLE TRAP AHAHAHHA
Jk I don’t know a whole lot about house plants, but I do know a little
For Omen: Siam Aurora/Red Algaonema
I think Cypher would say that the vibrant multicolor suits Omen well.
They’re relatively easy to care for and don’t cause a fuss with regular watering and good lighting (bright and indirect). I actually have one of my own!
Omen also has bonsais, as seen in one of the cinematic sms (forgot which). So clearly he knows what he’s doing when it comes to plants. I think he could definitely deal with more difficult/fussy plants if he so chose to. (Ahem, calatheas)
For Cypher: Jade Pothos
A classic beginner house plant that does well in low lighting. Cypher definitely wouldn’t know much about plant care, so this is well suited. He would appreciate the simplicity of it.
It would also be very obvious if the plant wasn’t doing well, in which case he would call Omen to come fix it as if he were a plant IT specialist.
Cypher would probably would keep this in his bedroom because his workshop definitely gets no lighting.
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Ok so now it is FANFIC TIME in which they go to something like Mahoney’s (basically Costco for plants), also I wrote this on the fly so it’s not that good
In this one they r an established couple because I said so hehehe
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Usually, Omen is the one hovering one step behind Cypher. He is usually so quiet, almost coming across as timid, when in reality he is simply a shy introvert who would rather let the talkative Cypher take the lead.
Not here, though. Omen is four steps ahead of Cypher, marching forward with a confidence the informant has never seen before. They pass the entrance, all the bouquets and flowers, and many smaller plants in tiny black pots.
Cypher almost stops to look at them, but Omen shows no signs of slowing down.
“Ignoring all those lovely plants, habibi?” The cadence of his melodic voice seems to ease some of the ever-present tension in Omen’s shoulders.
“Those are garden plants. Vegetables. Herbs.” To anyone else, the clipped reply would have been interpreted as aggressive and off-putting. To Cypher, this is no bother. Omen has trouble speaking, what with his barely-stable form. In fact, he finds it endearing that Omen elaborated so much. If he weren’t in a good mood, he simply would have pointed at the nearby sign that said ‘Outdoor Plants’ and left it at that.
“You look like a man on a mission. If I had known you’d like it here so much, I would have taken you a long time ago,” Cypher remarks. When Omen simply scoffs, he laces his hand in Omen’s and gives it a small tug to remind them to slow down. “My dear, the plants you are looking for won’t get eaten by bugs in the next minute. Slow down. Let’s enjoy the sun.”
Omen says nothing, but he does slow his pace a bit. As they continue their way through the enormous greenhouse (the first of many), he allows Cypher to pull him along in any direction like a child in a candy store. What’s this plant? What’s that? Do you like petunias? (No.) Although the wraith is here for the specific purpose of purchasing houseplants, he adores the curious look that lights up his lover’s eyes, and so he lets them be delayed.
It isn’t long before they get to the houseplants section. Omen takes the lead once again, Cypher following at his shoulder. The two of them stroll down the aisles, gazing at the rows upon rows of baby plants. Whenever Omen pauses for a long period, he can feel Cypher gearing up to ask him what he’s thinking about, as he always does. He decides to save the effort and simply say his thoughts aloud.
“Snake plant. Easy to care for. Not your style. You need softer leaves.”
“I need softer leaves?”
Omen simply brings his hand to brush against the snake plant and feel it’s rigidity. “You are more gentle than that. Your plant should be the same.”
“Oh,” Cypher says softly, abashed at the compliment. It was really so easy to get him flustered.
They pass a few more plants. Omen brushes his fingertips in the leaves, feeling the stems, idly checking the health of plants he will never buy. They are all in good condition, at least. This trip was not wasted.
“Jade pothos,” Omen declares triumphantly, holding it up to the light. He examines the underside of the leaves, gently punches the stems, and brushes the pad of his finger over the leaves. It was well cared for in this greenhouse, but it wasn’t particularly difficult to do that. Nonetheless, Omen deems it a suitable companion for his partner, and hands it off to him. “For you. Easy care. Simple design. Grows well.”
Cypher examines the plant, mimicking the motions Omen had just done but clearly without knowing what they did. It was endearing to see the information broker so confused when utterly outside his sphere of knowledge. It reminded Omen that even the world’s greatest mastermind still did not know everything.
“For me? I— you know I don’t have any plants. I’ve never even cared for one before!” Cypher protests.
“Beginner plant,” Omen states. “Your bedroom needs more life.”
“Ah! Excuse me, but my bedroom is plenty lively, what with all your midnight visits.” Cypher cries indignantly, then laughing while running a free hand down Omen’s back. Trust him to always take the path of innuendo rather than literal. Omen lets out a huff in lieu of actual laughter, and responds by putting his own hand on the small of Cypher’s back.
“Another kind of life, Amir.”
“Fine, I will take it. Anything for you, my dear.”
With the pothos secured in Cypher’s arm, they continue walking through the houseplants section.
“This one, for you?” Cypher points to a plant with bright dapples of pink on the small leaves. “Not every plant is just green and brown. It’s pretty and multicolored, like you.”
“Not elegant enough.” Omen says. “Too small.”
They keep going. The shadow already cares for bonsais and an assortment of other small plants. Today, he looking for something larger. A tree, maybe? A monstera would be too large, but he wants something like a money tree…
“How about this one?” It’s dark green with thin pink stripes on the leaves.
“Beautiful, but fussy.” Omen says. He hates feeling picky, but he really does want to get today’s choice right. “Calathea are tropical plants. Very specific light and soil requirements.” He turns the plant slightly and lifts some of the top leaves to reveal some yellowing leaves below. “Not a good choice for someone who is deployed every other week.”
“How about this one, then? It looks happy,” Cypher is now looking at the plants beside it. This one has a thick pink stem, large pointed deep green leaves with red margins. The tag reads “Red Algaonema.”
Tenderly, Omen examines the plant in the same way he did the pothos. Then, being unfamiliar with this particular plant, checked the tag for care instructions, and then checked to see whether the soil was the right mix.
“I think the red suits you. It’s bigger than the other one, and the stripes are cleaner than the dots on the other one,” Cypher explains, and the shadow can’t help but agree. Wow, his boyfriend really does know him well. Cypher has always been adaptable when it comes to new information, so Omen can’t say that he’s surprised. But he does appreciate the gesture nonetheless.
“Yes,” the shadow says, thumbing the leaves. “I like this one.”
The two of them stand there for a moment, admiring their selection. Cypher takes the opportunity to touch Omen’s plant and gauge its qualities and temperament. Again, not knowing what the hell he’s doing, but the effort is apploudable. Somehow, Omen knows he could care less about the plant itself, and is more excited for how the plant will keep Omen’s mood up. Omen can see it, in the thoughtful gaze the informant directs at the leaves. What else about the plant would have him go so quiet?
“I love you, Omen,” the words come spilling out of Cypher’s mouth so smoothly, as if his entire train of thought had come to that one sentence. It could be perceived as a sudden sentence, breaking the conversation about plants, but to Omen, it was only the rightful conclusion to Cypher’s inner dialogue. Of course his imagination and careful planning of Omen’s happiness was out of love, and of course he was going to say as such.
Omen has to stifle a laugh. Cypher, the hopeless romantic, who would take a ghost out on a date to a fucking greenhouse of all places, just because he wanted to see Omen’s confidence and knowledge blossom like a flower in spring.
“I love you too, Amir.”
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for the character-centric stories prompts, Ye Baiyi and "What would happen to a houseplant in their care?" ♥
“She’s not going to kill you if they don’t all survive,” Rong Changqing had told Ye Baiyi after Rong-furen had finally stopped with her instructions, repeated instructions, and even more admonitions.
“Not so sure,” Ye Baiyi said, trying to commit to memory what the little yellow orchids needed. They wanted little water, right, but regularly, and they could never be allowed to remain standing in a puddle?
Compared to the orchids, the large pot of silvergrass was simple. The kitchen herbs were even simpler -- give them two ladles of water whenever they started looking a bit wan.
“Don’t think about the damn plants,” Rong Changqing assured him, “the main thing is you keep training Xuan-er and make sure he goes to bed before midnight. And don’t let him tinker in my workshop by himself. At least not after midnight. Please? Baiyi?”
If Changqing looked at him like that, with his beautiful smile and beautiful eyes, what else could Ye Baiyi do but grumble “I’ll try to” ungraciously, rather than smile back and reflect the things that Changqing made him feel. Every. Single. Time.
You’d think he would be used to it by now. For the Heavens’ sake, Xuan-er was already nine; the pain in those feelings should have worn down, become dulled and familiar. Perhaps it was the immortality that Rong Changqing had so unwisely cultivated and then dumped on Ye Baiyi; not only Ye Baiyi’s body, even his feelings were preserved forever unchanging in a block of clear ice.
“Don’t look so crestfallen, Baiyi,” Rong Changqing said. “It’s not even a month; we just have to be at the wedding of my lady’s youngest brother. We’ll hurry back as fast as we can. And Xuan-er can help you. If you’re really scared of what she’ll do to you if her chives have turned into hay, or the forge cats have peed on the basil.”
“I’m not scared,” Ye Baiyi grumbled. “I’m just offended that you wouldn’t even trust me with a fucking potted houseplant. I can feed the forge cats all right, and make sure that Xuan-er eats every day and sets nothing on fire. So why should I kill the damn orchids?”
“The forge cats,” Rong Changqing laughed, “will complain very loudly if you don’t feed them every day. Plants, however, just wilt quietly, and before you realize it, they’re dead.”
“Speak for yourself,” Ye Baiyi said, glaring up at Changqing, “I know what qi feels like, and I won’t let it falter.”
“Course you do,” Rong Changqing said, easily, but Ye Baiyi felt he still didn’t believe him. He made a face.
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Two lunar months later, the Rongs returned, with a lot of gifts and good food for Xuan-er, and a few books they had thought Ye Baiyi might like, as well as a few bottles of syrup for him to flavor his snow with.
Xuan-er had built a box that would shoot crossbow bolts without the crossbow, steadily feeding them into the mechanism; he proudly presented it to his father, and they took quite a while to take it apart and then improve it so it would shoot even faster.
Baiyi went and had some snow with pomegranate syrup; it wasn’t bad, really. He perched on a rock and looked into the valley where he hadn’t been for so long, except in especially fierce winters, and then only for a little bit.
He didn’t know how he felt about Changqing and Rong-furen being back. Life with Xuan-er had been fun; they had trained every day, there had been no set bedtimes or mealtimes for either of them, and they had just ambled through their days in the snow. Xuan-er’s martial arts had taken leaps and bounds with nobody to interrupt him. He did look a little unkempt now, but really, all those hot baths were overrated, especially for a nine year old.
It was already getting dark when Rong-furen came out to get her husband and son from the workshop; the fire was going, and she had been cooking dinner.
“What have you done to my plants?” she asked, casually, as she passed Ye Baiyi.
“Nothing,” he said, “except what you’d told me. The forge cats were much harder to take care of; the calico brought out her kittens, and we kept running after them. Xuan-er shot at an eagle who tried to grab one. They’re all doing fine.”
“Don’t deflect,” Rong-furen said. “My plants have never been this lush and healthy. You have made cuttings from the orchids, and the roots are coming on fine; the basil is almost a tree now, and the other herbs fairly burst from their window boxes. I have noticed the kittens because they were playing hide-and-seek in the silvergrass and jumping up to catch the fronds. The lotuses in their basin and the peonies in their container are already flowering even though it’s early for them, this far up. You turned out to be an excellent gardener.”
“I just did what you told me,” Ye Baiyi said. “I checked every day, and made sure the forge cats didn’t pee on them. That’s all.”
He may have been feeding the plants a little of his qi, but hey, he was an immortal, he had the stuff to spare.
“Do you want to carry on doing it?” she asked. “I have seen the way you repotted the little blue orchids; there was so much care and attention in the work. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Nah,” Baiyi said, “they’re your plants. I just didn’t want to be the one who killed them. Changqing -- well, he thought I’d screw up, so I wanted to show him I don’t. I’m no good at this, and the plants don’t really like me. I’m the last person you want as a gardener, really.”
“If you change your mind -- any time,” she shrugged, and went about her errand.
Changqing and Xuan-er emerged from the forge even before she had reached the door; they were holding out the kittens and talking enthusiastically while they walked back towards the house and their dinner.
“Good job, Baiyi,” Changqing said vaguely as he passed Ye Baiyi on his perch; he reached up to clap him on the upper arm, then went inside with his family, plants and Baiyi already forgotten.-
#i am writing#1k character challenge#ye baiyi#rong changqing#rongye#i default to sad canon rongye when given a YBY prompt any time#even though happy AU rongye (either AU) are a lot of fun too#world of the morning after: minglin once gave baiyi a flowering branch of plum and now it's a tree that is doing well on mount changming#city AU baiyi used to pay somebody to take care of the plants on the glassed-in balcony but now xie-er comes by for them once a week#and strictly instructs baiyi and changqing what to do with them in the meanwhile#and they are totally flourishing as none of them wants to disappoint the others
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@inrovina + @holyrots said: marco and victoria have prepared a stocking for mutt — knitted by victoria — to open in the morning. it is filled with an assortment of wrapped gifts within, including candy, a new paperback, a hat and a deck of playing cards. that isn’t all. later, after a hearty meal with the whole family, marco presents mutt with another gift — a new pair of sturdy boots, custom made to fit the kid like a glove. “look here,” he says, pointing to the opening of the boot. on the inside, a name is already sewn: mutt. “they’re all yours.” victoria smiles at them both before handing mutt the next wrapped gift — a warm winter coat with fleece lining. “and this is to match, to keep you nice and cosy while the snow’s falling outside. we were hoping you could wear it later, if you’d like to join us for a walk in the park.” an annual tradition, back when it was just the two of them. they’d like mutt there with them too, now.
xeno makes a beeline for mutt the second he bursts into marco and victoria’s apartment. “mutt!” there is a big wrapped gift in his arms, an all-too-obvious shape. “please, please you gotta open this now — you have no idea how hard it is to keep secrets from you — i mean, shit—“ he sets the large present down (it is clearly a big canvas, but in all actuality contains a set of multiple canvases in varying sizes) and pulls the next present out of his backpack. “these, as well.” inside the snowman wrapping paper is a set of acrylic paints. “ta-da! and there’s me. well, i just mean—if you want lessons. or. anything. like, we can do art workshops. together. or not. hey, do you like them? is this okay? did i get it right?”
wesley makes a quieter entrance into the apartment, closing the front door with stitch at his heel. he waits to approach until xeno has chilled out and finished with his energetic gift giving session, scurrying off into the kitchen to say hi to marco and victoria. wesley comes over to mutt with a tentative smile on his face, careful to not overwhelm. “hi, mutt. i’ve got something for you, too. one of them was impossible to wrap. the other you can open later, if you want.” he offers up the first present — a small potted houseplant. “for your room here, i thought. it's propagated from one of mine.” the second present, the one successfully wrapped, contains a framed photo: it’s a photograph wesley took, of mutt with xeno, marco and victoria, none of the subjects aware of the picture being taken. it’s a family portrait.
give mutt gifts!
to say that this is a new experience for mutt would be an overwhelming understatement. his thanks are simple, bewildered by the length of the gift-giving session. one thing after another. when he thought it was over, another came his way. it makes his own gifts to them feel small and paltry by comparison.
having a room that belongs to him, that is the oddest of all. he still has trouble referring to it as that. as he held up the coat against his body in the privacy of his room, testing to see how it would hang on his body for the second, third, maybe fourth, time, he wondered how he was going to tell them, in an understandable way, that he can't just get rid of his old coat and boots like that.
it isn't that easy. there's still some use in them. he'll use them until he absolutely can't any more. it is nice, though, and just as new, that he's got these replacements. doesn't have to worry about going out and finding them. he'll take good care of them until then, but he'll wear the coat out, today, so that they can see him in it. not for his ego, a word that doesn't even sound right when associated with him, but for their sake.
he promised xeno they'd paint together sometime. mutt likes that, the idea of doing something alongside a friend. not being pressured to talk or feel like they should do the same thing. just existing beside each other, doing their own things. knowing that the other person is there. maybe even enjoying his company, if such a thing could be true.
he's already started the book -- mass-market, small but thick, regarded as classic historical fiction -- when wesley approaches him. his skinny scarred-bruised legs are under him, socked heels pressing into the sinew of his thighs at the back. the house is quieter, though a soulful christmas tune spins around on the record player, and he can faintly hear someone rummaging around in the kitchen. the book folds over his thumb, then he decides he needs to set it aside. he tucks the scrap piece of paper he's using as a bookmark inside.
his voice comes out low and faintly hoarse as always. he smiles in his toothless way, hesitant but genuine. " thank you. " the wrapped gift will be opened later, again when he's left alone. the pot is placed on the empty windowsill, angled just so to get proper sunlight.
marco calls for them. stitch runs to gather them, panting excitedly. mutt stands after putting his old boots back on. pulling on his new coat, he can't remember the last time he had something that fit so well. " c'mon. "
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How to Care for Tony Stark
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by brewingideas
Pepper, Happy, Rhodey and Bruce had all come round to check on him last night. Apparently two weeks was too long to spend by one’s self. So they’d each travelled up in the elevator and been fairly stunned to see Tony out of his workshop. Reading in his living room. With a cat on his lap? And hiding in amongst houseplants??
Or: Loki wants to show Tony how much he cares for him and thinks books will tell him the best answer.
Orrrrrr: “Mr Charlie Smudgekins sounds like an excellent gentleman.”
Words: 2805, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark
Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Tony deserves to be loved, Fluff, Crack, crack that loki treats seroiusly, Wooing, Gifts, too many gifts, houseplants, loki does not understand how to show love, tony does not understand how to look after a cat, they eventually work it out
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The Oatmeal Factory Xinzhou, China JSPA Design
JSPA Design unveils The Oatmeal Factory, located in Ningwu, Shanxi province, China. The project consists of the creation of an Oatmeal factory, transforming raw oats into flour products. The production process, mostly automated, needed two different production lines with high-volume machinery, as well as spaces open to the public with a shop, a café, and office space.
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The surroundings of the project featured newly constructed industrial buildings, dry landscapes, and coal mines, and it seemed like an interesting concept to develop the factory as an introverted building that would recreate its natural environment. Besides satisfying all functional requirements, the project conceived of the building as a stimulant of the human senses, generating surprising experiences for visitors.
The idea was to use a system of brick walls to enclose and hide the various technical spaces of the factory in an opaque ground floor, and to establish a simple concrete volume on the top of it to host the public spaces of the program. Patios and large gardens will pierce the whole building, providing natural light and creating impressive spatial dilatations within the factory. Central production spaces will also receive natural light from concrete sheds, opening the roof to the north light.
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The system of brick walls starts from the front of the factory, where a landscaped area is voluntarily left open for use by the local community, with benches and water pools for kids to play. Brick walls emerge slowly from the benches to become the property fence of the factory, and the façade of the entire building.
The shape taken by the brick walls will form and define the different entrances of the factory, each with a specific function: Raw materials delivery, product loading, staff and visitor entry. Separated into distinct lanes, staff and visitors will never cross paths inside the factory. While workers will enjoy functional organization, visitors will enter a planned spatial experience. The production line is showcased to the visitor in an elevated corridor overlooking the workshop.
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The dormitory for employees was set up in the back of the factory and was conceived as an invisible architecture. The brick fence wall was thickened to host the building, and patios were created to bring light to the rooms, while still preserving their intimacy. The space between the factory and the dorm becomes a garden in which a concrete table and square seats were set up.
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The choice of construction materials carries a strong meaning: the use of grey brick is a way to create a deep relationship with the site using local construction methods. Exposed concrete, on the other hand, emphasizes the modernity of the building, enabling structure and architecture to be bound together.
The landscape design is also fully integrated into the design process. Rainwater is collected on the roof and redirected to water pools on different levels through cast-in-place concrete water exhausts, making its natural circulation part of the experience of the space. The water flows up to the entrance of the factory, where a last waterfall, combined with a twelve-meter cantilever concrete logo wall, invites visitors to enter the architecture.
Across the process, some regulatory issues were resolved through innovative design solutions. Fire-fighting regulations required a water container on the roof, and an independent element was created in the form of a sculptural cantilevered stainless-steel box.
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Technical sheet
Official Project Name: The Oatmeal Factory
Location: Ningwu, Shanxi Province, China
Client: Shanxi Tianchi Agricultural Development Co., Ltd
Architects/designers: Johan Sarvan, Florent Buis
Project Manager: Johan Sarvan
Design team: JSPA Design
Engineer: Jie Jiang
Landscape Architects: Johan Sarvan, Florent Buis
Lighting Designers: Johan Sarvan, Florent Buis
Budget: 70 million RMB
Project completion date: 8/8/2022
Photographer: SCHRAN
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Flower Delivery in Liverpool
With its iconic waterfront buildings and a relatively new-found status as a cultural centre, Liverpool is one of the UK's most popular tourist destinations.
If you're thinking of sending flowers to Liverpool this Easter, it's vital to get your order in early. Fortunately, there are plenty of online florists that offer pretty spring blooms with next day delivery up until Easter Sunday.
Suttons House of Flowers
When it comes to Flower Delivery in Liverpool, one name springs to mind, and that name is Suttons House of Flowers. Located in the city's northern quarter, Suttons House of Flowers is an upscale boutique floral and gift shop boasting a snazzy website and a well-trained customer service staff to boot. They are a bit pricey but their wares are a cut above the rest. Despite the price tag, they have the best selection of bespoke flora and fancy schmancy gifts in the area and they certainly don't disappoint. Suttons has their own e-commerce site and an app for your mobile phone to boot. As for their onsite retail space, you'll find the big daddy of all aprons, a couple of well-appointed counters and some of the finest staff in town.
Fishlocks Flowers
Founded in more than 120 years, Fishlocks Flowers has earned their place as one of Liverpool’s most respected florist businesses. With a range of floral bouquets for every occasion, they have a reputation for delivering quality and value to their customers.
They offer a wide selection of bouquets, including wedding and funeral flowers. They also create bespoke arrangements for corporate events and Christmas decorations.
They have a friendly and professional team of flower experts that are on hand to help with any questions you might have. They are also happy to take orders over the phone or online. They accept major credit cards and PayPal for online purchases.
Lula Flower Shop
Lula Flower Shop is a Liverpool-based flower shop that offers same-day delivery in Liverpool and the surrounding area. They also have a huge selection of plants and houseplants to choose from.
They offer beautiful flowers for any occasion, including sympathy funerals and get well soon arrangements. They also have a wide array of gift packages and flowers that are perfect for birthdays, anniversaries and new babies.
Lula Flower Shop is one of the best places to send flowers in Liverpool. Their selection of bouquets and arrangements are all made fresh to order, and they can even hand-deliver to anyone within a 15 mile radius of the store.
Dutch Flower Shop
Flower Delivery in Liverpool is a good way to show someone that you care. Sending flowers to a loved one or work colleague can make a huge difference in their day and add a touch of class to their home or office.
Whether it’s a bouquet of roses or an arrangement of tulips, there are plenty of florist shops in Liverpool to choose from. We’ve rounded up a selection of the best based on their quality, functionality and customer service.
The Dutch Flower Shop is one of the most popular flower shops in Liverpool with a slick online shopping experience and an impressive collection of floral etiquette. They also run a flower arranging workshop to teach you how to craft the perfect arrangement for your special occasion.
Mary Mary
Mary Mary is an independent florist, delivering across Liverpool. Their services include flower bouquets, hat boxes and gift baskets for any occasion, including Mother’s Day. Their flowers are delivered direct from Holland and they have a range of beautiful flowers for any occasion, such as roses and tulips. They also offer next day delivery. You can find their shop on Prescot Street. To ensure you get your order in time, place your order at least one day before the event. They also have a great collection of gifts for mothers, such as hat boxes and luxury rose bears. You can order from their online store or by phone.
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May I request Pitaya Dragon/Hero fluff?
“Ssssstop it.” Pitaya hissed, trying to knock the wrench out of Hero’s hands but he merely side-stepped and ignored the dragon.
“Just a few more touches and I’ll be done.”
“You sssaid that eight hoursssss ago!”
“Then give me another eight hours!” Hero huffed, “I’m nearly done.”
Pitaya whined loudly, smoke spiraling out of their mouth and up to collect on the ceiling.
“Pitaya.” Hero huffed, glancing at the dragon cookie.
“Hero.” They mimicked the tone, putting their hands on their hips.
Hero narrowed his eyes, “I’m almost finished, stop distracting me.”
Pitaya whined louder, stomping their foot. “No!”
Hero gave the dragon an exhausted look, “I don’t want to argue with you-”
“Then don’t and jussssst take a break!” They exclaimed, throwing their arms up.
Hero huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I take a five minute break, will you stop bothering me with this?”
“Yesss.” Pitaya nodded with no intent to actually follow through with that deal.
Hero offered them a hand, causing the dragon to tilt their head to the side.
“It’s a deal, we shake on it.” Hero mumbled softly.
“Oh!” Pitaya shook Hero’s hand, “so it’s legally binding?”
“...Sure.” Hero sighed, “it’s been legally binded.”
Pitaya gave a toothy grin, grabbing Hero’s arm and essentially dragging him out of the workshop. Hero couldn’t even try to resist at this point, and even if he did it wasn’t like the dragon was weak or anything. Clearly, the cookie had little choice in the situation now, but only for five minutes or so he thought.
Pitaya sat the cookie down at a table, giving him a glass of water.
“You… What?”
“You don’t have any water in the workshop, and cookiessss need water… I think.” Pitaya mumbled causing Hero to narrow his eyes.
“You think?”
“Just drink it!” The dragon huffed, smoke once again curling up out of their mouth.
“You’re treating me like a houseplant.” Hero grumbled, drinking the water.
“Cookiessss are just houseplants with complex languagesss and an ability to expresssssss emotions.” Pitaya grumbled.
“...Express?” Hero squinted, nearly choking on the water.
“Plants have feelings too you know?” They tilted their head to the side, “the strange green cookie with the plant told me that.”
“The strange-” He frowned slightly, electing to ignore the description with a shake of his head. “Right.”
Pitaya just kinda watched him as Hero placed down the glass.
“Why do you care anyways? I’m still able to do my job.”
“Becausssse-” Pitaya made a noise similar to a whining seal- “how you feel affectsss me.”
“Like… empathy?”
“No! Not like empathy!”
Hero gave the dragon a confused look, falling silent.
“You’re like… important to me.”
“Mhm?”
“Don’t usssssse that tone! I’m being ssssssssseriousss!” Pitaya hissed, scrunching up their nose.
Hero could only nod, falling quiet once more.
“It’ssss like…” They huffed, “there’s no good way to explain thissss. Dragonsss have hoards, right? Sssstuff they protect and get attached to, you’re like… that… for me.”
“...” Hero squinted, “what-”
“It’s dumb I know ssssshut up!” Pitaya huffed, going red in the face.
“It’s not.” Hero frowned, reaching to grab Pitaya’s hand. “It’s not dumb.”
“Kinda issss.”
“No.” Hero shook his head, “listen to me. It’s not, but I’m serious when I say I need to finish it. Look, I’ll work three more hours and if I’m not out by then you can come drag me.”
Pitaya nodded slowly, “really?”
“Really,” Hero hummed, “we can cuddle and do whatever you want. Promise.”
Pitaya nodded again, “if you promise…”
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TITLE OF POST (because tumblr is a nightmare): A better life (Chapter 16, Avengers x reader)
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hey, so posting on the tungle dot hell website is now a nightmare because things have been changed in a very very extremely immeasurably stupid way,,, i will not be having a consistent posting schedule anytime soon
so here’s chapter 16, and if you think “this writer has no idea what they’re doing” at any point, that’s accurate, i don’t plot things, my brain just makes me write things spontaneously, and i like plants and started thinking about them while writing and obviously had to write that in
i hope you enjoy this fuckery, and if you like it, please say something or signal it to me in one way or another, i hope you’re all doing okay with life right now, and if you’re stuck with shitty relatives, you’re doing great, time is irrelevant but i hope you have a good,,, day??? time
chapter 16:
A few hours after falling asleep, you woke up. Though you did wake up with a feeling of dread, this time, you didn’t exactly wake up from a nightmare. Maybe it was just from anxiety. When you checked your phone though, there were half a dozen notifications on your phone. Peter had messaged a few times, and he seemed to be getting worried from not getting any response from you. One of the messages was your mother, again. You responded to her first, wanting to get it out of the way immediately. She only wanted to know what was happening, and didn’t care about how you were actually doing, and honestly, you just wanted to be able to stay at the Tower for longer, avoiding her as much as possible.
You pulled the covers tighter over yourself and replied to Peter. He didn’t answer, which made sense: it was dark in the room, and it seemed to be night at that point. He’d probably be asleep already.
After staying motionless in bed for some time, you got up, dragging one of the blankets with you and placing it over your shoulders and head like a cape. You wrapped yourself in it like a bat in its wings. Or like a dramatic vampire with their cape. Still in complete darkness, you walked over through the door and left the room.
The silence was so deep, you could hear your own breathing.
The thought of anyone’s reaction to you walking through the hall in the dead of night, a blanket dramatically draped over you, made you chuckle quietly.
When you got to the kitchen, you put the kettle on to make tea. After getting hot water and putting the sachet in, you went over to the wall-sized windows in the area with the couches.
There was something about this common room that was interesting during the night. You could see the stars through the window, and you were completely alone, drinking tea, looking through the window. There’s a feeling to being in a normally crowded place once it’s empty. This wasn’t eerie - in fact, it was somehow almost calming.
The sight of stars gave you some hope. Your past was.. something, but your future would be okay. You’d be okay. And you’d be with the Avengers, and Tony Stark had already proven that you could trust him with how he reacted when he found out. He was already doing things to try and help you, and everyone else here had been nice to you so far.
*Maybe I do have a chance,* you thought, *at happiness. Maybe I’ll have a family that doesn’t make me feel like shit. Even though we’re not actually related by blood.*
You walked over to a couch that faced the window and lowered yourself into it.
You opened your eyes to see the light of the rising sun shining onto you. You didn’t remember putting your tea mug on the floor, or falling asleep at any point. The room was still quiet, and you thought no one would be there.
When you got up, after grabbing your already nearly cold mug, you noticed Clint was up early for some reason. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air and he say on the kitchen counter, his head in his hands. You approached him. The coffee machine was still going. It was a miracle it still worked, really, with how much he used it daily.
You put your mug on the table, and touched his arm lightly to attract his attention so you’d be able to converse in sign language.
“Hey.. you know that if you have a headache, you probably shouldn’t be drinking that much coffee, right?
“Oh, Y/N, hey! What’re you doing here?” He looked even more exhausted than he did usually.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m tired. You?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll be okay.”
He nodded and you briefly smiled at each other.
“So, why are you out? You been here all night?”
“I’m not sure, actually? I just woke up at some point. Came here. It’s nice at night, you know?”
“Yeah, it is.”
After a long pause, you started to turn away from him to go to your room with your mug, but you noticed him signing before looking away.
“Care to share what’s been bothering you?” After seeing your confused expression, he continued. “I mean, your reaction to me asking about your family when Tony dragged us over to have food. I haven’t forgotten that, you know. Your face does that thing when you get taken by surprise by something. Your reaction to Tony grabbing your arm. To touch in general, really. Wanda and Pietro mentioned you seeming off the other day.”
You stayed silent as a knot formed in your stomach.
“Talk to me. Please.”
“It’s okay.”
He shook his head and got off the counter.
You hesitated, watching him get closer. “My relatives can be intense. That’s it.” You started fidgeting with your fingers.
”Explain.”
You were the one to shake your head this time.
“Are you being hurt?”
There was a slight pause.
“Stop.” Your heart dropped, and the last thing you wanted was to seem rude, especially to Clint, who taught you so much since you got here, who spent so much time with you, but this was just too much.
He stopped pressing, and you grabbed your mug and left the room in a hurry, hiding in yours immediately.
*God, now he knows. I’m so stupid.*
It took you a few minutes to calm yourself down at least a bit, and then you picked a book off the shelf behind the couch in your room. You started reading, though you were having a hard time concentrating on the words on the pages because of the signed conversation you just had with Clint. What would he do now that he knew? Maybe he’d go to Tony and ask him what to do, and he’d tell him to not force it, that he knows, that he’s doing something to change your situation. Or maybe he’d go talk to Wanda and Pietro and tell them. Maybe everyone would find out. Did everyone already have suspicions about it?
*I’m sure as hell not going back out there.. guess I’ll have to wait and see what happens... I really hope he just tells mister Stark and no one else.*
You let out a sigh accompanied by a small “aaaaaa” noise, trying to release some pent up anxiety, and then immediately flung yourself onto the side of the couch in front of the tv in the room, sitting up on the armrest like a gargoyle, remote in hand. You turned the tv on, settling on a gardening channel after a few minutes of clicking and looking around.
“Maybe I should get some plants in my room”, you whispered to yourself.
A few minutes of staring emptily at the screen while thinking convinced you: you need houseplants. Well, for your room. This led to you questioning whether anyone else on the floor has plants in their room. Plants can be really helpful, because when you have a really hard time taking care of yourself, taking care of something that isn’t you can be helpful. It gives you a reason to keep going. Plants are usually easier to care for: when something’s wring, they show it, and it’s relatively easy to determine. And plants make the air better.
*Maybe everyone here should have at least one plant*, you thought.
Somehow, once you came out of your thinking, an hour passed.
You left the room, having completely forgotten the conversation you had with Clint earlier, now fully distracted by the one thing on your mind: getting a plant, or several plants. Probably several. And asking Tony if anyone had a plant. Maybe to suggest every person should have at least one.
You went to the kitchen, trying to find Tony. Thor and a pasty white man whose hair fell to his shoulders were having an intense conversation, standing beside the kitchen table. You walked closer to them, unsure yet determined to get what you wanted. Thor quiets down and puts his hand up in front of him, prompting the other man to go quiet after following Thor’s gaze, which was now upon you.
“Hey, Y/N. How are you?” He smiles.
“Hi, I’m okay, you?”
He replies positively, which lets you ask your question.
“Do you know where Mister Stark is? Also - this might sound weird - but do you have a plant in your room? Like, here. At the Tower. You know.”
He looks puzzled, but goes with it. “I think he’s down at his workshop place? In the basement, perhaps? If not, he might be in the lab, with Bruce Banner. I don’t have a plant, why do you ask?”
“Thank you! Oh, I was just, I, um, I was watching a gardening channel, and then remembered that plants better the air quality, and - you know, plant things, and stuff”, you finish off your sentence, fearing you’d be unable to continue without talking about plants for half an hour, and not wanting to bother him with it.
The dark haired man stared at you in disbelief, probably offended you hadn’t mentioned his presence. “Sorry, I noticed you, I’m just thinking about plants, and if I get distracted right now I’ll get distracted for the rest of the day and completely forget what I’m thinking, and if that happens, I’ll remember it in the dead of night and that would be a disaster for my already freestyle sleep schedule”, you addressed him.
He raised his eyebrows as an amused expression appeared on his face. “Y/N, is it? Loki. Of Asgard.” At this introduction, you mumbled something along the lines of a polite *nice to meet you*. “So, Y/N, tell me, where might you be from? Although, no, go find Stark and talk about... plants? But later, I want to get to know you. You wouldn’t mind that, would you? We’ll have a nice chat.”
Thor looked at him and then you, with a face that could only be described as the reaction of someone being presented with a bad idea.
You did a quick, awkward thumbs up, not knowing exactly how to answer to any of this, and quickly walked over to the lift, pressing the button and leaving the floor as the two men resumed their animated conversation.
You’d decided on checking in for Tony at the lab first, since it was quicker to get to there than to the workshop, which was all the way down and then some.
He wasn’t there, though Bruce Banner was. The two of you met before, but never actually had a conversation: he was in a quiet, reflective mood when you first met, on the first night you stayed in the Tower.
After a short conversation and him focusing really hard on his scientific research, he said something along the lines of “see you later”, and you took that as your time to leave, still in search of Tony.
You went down to his workshop, finally getting there after a few stops on random floors where people got onto the lift. You were super uncomfortable, not sure how to react to strangers, so you just didn’t react, keeping your gaze to the floor and staying in the corner.
There he was, staring intently at a piece of a new suit, looking to be deep in thought.
You softly knocked at the door to the actual workshop, hoping it would get his attention. When it didn’t, you pushed the door ever so slightly, trying to communicate without intruding too much. That’s when he noticed you, and he seemed as if he had just come out of a sort of trance.
“Oh hey, Y/N, listen, I’m having a problem with this suit, been standing here practically frozen for an hour pr two, not sure, time barely happens here, you mind helping me with the execution an idea?”
You agreed to help and he immediately started describing the problem to you. Though you still couldn’t take your mind off of plants, you tried to help out, and at some point while you were speaking about a way to make his idea possible, he whispered “ah-ha! precisely, thank you!!”
A few minutes later - a few minutes that passed by as you stood awkwardly and Tony asked his robots to hand him instruments and other objects - he was done with one part of the idea. He suddenly turned to you.
“So what’s up? What’s got you going all the way down here?”
“Yeah, okay, so, um, this might sound weird or stupid, but-“, you started.
“Nope. Impossible. Because I’ll most probably be curious. Weird is the best. Go ahead, with what you were gonna say, but please don’t say that something you’re thinking is stupid, right? It’s all good.”
“Okay... right, um, so, I was thinking - I was watching a gardening show, and it got me thinking - plants!”
He nodded.
“Um, I, sorry, I’m kind of, uh, I don’t know”. You take a slight pause. “Words aren’t working right because I just really like plants and sometimes it gets difficult to express what I want to say and the words just don’t go to my brain, and right now it’s because I’m... I’m not sure what emotion this is but it’s like, the opposite of frustrated, though I am frustrated with myself for my inability to communicate, and I’m sorry because now I’m rambling and I’m gonna stop for a minute or two and gather my brain.”
You take a deep breath, later noticing Tony is smiling.
“That is such a mood. Take your time. Happens to everyone. I think. Maybe. I don’t know, actually. Right, plants. What about plants? Oh! Do you want plants? In your room?”
Your face lit up. “Yeah! That. Like, the benefits plants can bring to the air quality and health in general, be it physical or mental, they’re pretty cool, and I, um, I was thinking, maybe everyone should have at least one plant in their room? I don’t know. Like, plants!! You know?”
“Hell yeah!!! We could definitely do that, might help some people, right! Do you have any suggestions? Like, plant suggestions?”
The part of you that’s practically completely obsessed with plants starts rapid-fire listing off names of plants with enthusiasm, prompting Tony to react in a “whoa whoa wait” way, which is perfectly understandable. Sometimes you can’t even keep up with how quickly your brain might be going. Other times, your thinking is painfully slow and everything is boring. It occurs to you that brains are incredibly weird.
You continue listing plants, speaking slower this time, but still with a whole lot of enthusiasm. He seems to take all you say into his brain, trying to remember it.
“Do you want to go right now?” he asks suddenly.
“Sorry?”
“Do you want to go right now? Plant haul. Let’s get these plants. In the similar fashion of saying “let’s get this bread”, you know. So do you want to go right now? To the plant stores.”
“I’d love to!!!”
“Fantastic!!! Let’s go!!!” He walks over to the door, exits, and holds it open for you, and then the two of you reach the lift.
“Nat’s a cactus with a pink flower on top”, he casually states, with a hint of humour in his voice, as the doors of the lift close. You smile.
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“Movin’ On Up” Episode Review
So I’m still laughing my face off. How did this episode manage to be so funny yet also deal with very serious issues and big life changes for the main characters? I don’t know. All I know is I’m left with a mixture of bittersweet feelings that can only be cured by watching Esteban throw a potted plant out the window.
Add this scene to one of my very favorites! The episode opens with Elena using her scepter’s vanish power to mess with Mateo, and she is having WAY too much fun with it lol. Poor Mateo can’t figure out what’s going on; his child-like innocence is so endearing. But my favorite part has got to be when Esteban come over and tells Elena she’s being very immature then proceeds to encourage her antics even further. This scene overall is just way to freaking funny, and I love the goofy, trouble-maker cousin dynamic going on.
After revealing herself as the culprit to a very confused Mateo, Elena comments that he’s working in the palace late at night, again. Apparently this is becoming a regular thing. So she shows him the royal wizard quarters in the palace and asks him if he wants to stay there.
Mateo’s reaction is freaking adorable. He can’t even contain his excitement, just like a little kid XD. He soon realizes, however, that that would mean leaving his mom, and she couldn’t handle that. Elena, always having the best and most sound advice, asks him if this is what he wants and assures him that his mom loves him and will understand his decision.
So that night Mateo talks to his mom, and she seems to be excited for him to move into the wizard quarters. Mateo can’t believe how easy that was until...
Surprise! Rafa thinks she’s moving in too XD, though it’s not very funny for Mateo or any of the castle staff.
I’m not sure if Rafa was always this overbearing at home with Mateo (chore chart, posture/grammar corrections, constant snacks) or if she’s overcompensating because he now lives in an environment she doesn’t control (though the second option seems likely to me). She begins to quickly drive everyone mad by changing everything around and treating poor Mateo like a five-year-old. Elena keeps telling Mateo (she really is good at giving advice) that he needs to be honest and tell his mom how he feels, but he just can’t seem to do it, or even get a word in edgewise around Rafa.
Olivia’s back!! Yay! Her training seems to be going really well, and she can even manage a tamborita now!
Anyways, eventually Rafa takes it a step too far, coming to bother Mateo in the workshop. She keeps giving Olivia and Mateo snacks, which is a no-no in the wizard workshop. Elena to the rescue as she drags Rafa off on a tour of the palace to give Mateo a break (That “I’ve got this” wink though XD).
Mateo: ”My mom is driving me--”
Rafa: “Nuts?”
Comedic timing at it’s finest XD.
But, Rafa! I am very allergic to those! So please don’t shove them in my face like that XD.
By now Rafa has driven the whole castle completely insane, and Mateo finally does it. He goes to his mom and tells her he’s ready to live on his own. He was so brave; he was so kind and caring yet stood his ground. I’m so proud of him, but...
She says NO???!! I was honestly not expecting that. She straight up tells him she’s never going to let him live his own life. Mateo and I were both shocked.
Confession time: Rafa’s behavior in this episode really bothered me. Like a lot. What a scary concept, that you would never be allowed to grow up, to make your own decisions, and build a life for yourself. Some of the things Rafa said even low-key remind me of Mother Gothel. For example, telling Mateo the world was too dangerous for him, saying he couldn’t survive without her, even the title of the song “Never Get Away” is ominous. In a way, Mateo is being trapped and held back from the world and his future in the same way Rapunzel was.
To be fair, unlike Gothel, Rafa actually loves her son, but can’t she see her behavior is damaging to him?
Rafa inadvertently ends up releasing the Kupi-Kupi, a troublesome magical creature, by placing a picture frame SPECIFICALLY WHERE MATEO TOLD HER NOT TO. Ugh, this is so frustrating. In trying to fix it, Rafa only makes it worse by using Mateo’s tamborita. Poor Esteban, Armando, and Elena end up running backwards around the palace thanks to the Kupi-Kupi’s powers. Eventually, thanks to Mateo’s fabulous wizard tricks, the Kupi-Kupi is trapped back in the book it came from.
After seeing Mateo’s heroics and realizing that she was at fault for releasing the Kupi-Kupi, Rafa finally sees that she needs to let Mateo go. In a beautiful mother-son moment, Mateo thanks Rafa for being such a great loving mom and Rafa recognizes him as an incredible grown individual ready to face the world.
“Everything I am is because of you.”
“No, you did this all on your own.”
It’s an amazing moment of character growth for Rafa and shows the strength of the bond she and Mateo share, even though their relationship is changing. And I hope in time she realizes that just because she doesn’t live with Mateo anymore, doesn’t mean they aren’t connected and there for each other.
The episode ends with Mateo enjoying his new home and independence. He and Elena watch contently out the window as a new chapter of Mateo’s life begins.
I wanted to note that in some ways this episode reminds me of “Captain Turner Returns” and “Olaball,” which focused on Naomi’s and Gabe’s relationships with their parents respectively. In all of these Elena plays a role of pushing her friend to tell his/her parent(s) the truth about how he/she feels. Also, Mateo, Naomi, and Gabe all had trouble talking to their parent(s) because they kept talking over them and not really paying attention to what they wanted. All of these character’s parents are very different but have the same struggle with listening to what their child wants and respecting it.
Lastly, I wanted to mention that I LOVE the subplot of this episode with Esteban trying desperately to get rid of Rafa’s hideous houseplant. In the end she forgets it at the palace, and in the last shot we see him chuck it out the window. Oh, Esteban, I love your dramatic side so much. XD
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The Green Scene was a program developed by the National Park Service designed to “stimulate interest in and expand the awareness of the environment through gardening” (1). The program provided workshops on park lands with plant experts and gardeners. Additionally, the Green Scene developed a diagnostic service for residents of Washington D.C. to bring in their wilted or diseased plants for prescribed remedies and personalized help. This booklet focuses specifically on plants that can be grown indoors, such as in homes or offices. It provides tips on buying, potting, and maintaining plants and explores twenty-four common houseplants with advice on their care and propagation.
United States. National Park Service. (1973). The green scene : Care and maintenance of common household and office plants, home gardener's handbook. Washington?]: [U.S. G.P.O.].
Full text available via HathiTrust.
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Natural & Organic Beauty Bloggers
If you are drawn to simple, natural beauty products and looking for inspiration to “green” your beauty routine, these 7 natural and organic beauty bloggers have a way of simplifying the complex ingredients and products that make up the beauty world. Their product reviews, how-tos, tips, and insights are invaluable when it comes to navigating all things natural beauty. Let us know if we missed your favorites!
The Organic Bunny
The Organic Bunny is among our favorite resources for all things both green and glamorous. Founder Amanda Jo is on a mission to provide people with resources for amazing organic alternatives to their favorite products. She reviews makeup, skincare, hair, and even home products with beautiful photography and storytelling. We love her combination of product reviews and makeup tutorials like this one that have us looking our best—you can even shop her favorites directly on her site!
Carron Coleman
Carron Coleman is a natural-living advocate who is dedicated to inspiring her readers to take a non-toxic approach to their health, wellness, and beauty routine. We love that Carron uses her YouTube channel to review nude lipsticks for women of color, as well as approach beauty from a wellness standpoint with how-to videos on salad and smoothie recipes.
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Kate is a Canadian living in Norway and a self-professed beauty product junkie. Her blog, Living Pretty, Naturally, is a source for natural cosmetics and beauty product reviews, healthy hints, beauty-enhancing recipes, eco-beauty lifestyle tricks, natural health information, yoga, wellness recommendations, holistic treatments and more. We love the broad range of wellness and beauty topics Kate covers from skin care reviews to natural travel tips.
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If you’re looking to get ultra-familiar with what’s in your beauty routine, The Natural Beauty Workshop will help you craft your own natural products at home. Full of recipes for skin care, beauty products, and body care for the whole family, this blog is the perfect resource for crafty gift-givers and green beauty aficionados alike. Recipes include indulgent goodies like Sweet Chai Body Lotion and Apricot Rose Lip Shimmer, and the site even offers resources of where to shop for ingredients.
The Green Product Junkie
If you’re searching for the newest and best products, The Green Product Junkie is up-to-date on all the most recent releases. See something that catches your eye? Founding blogger Katie also updates readers on sales and discounts so that you can get your clean beauty haul for less. Her desert island picks is a fun round-up of her favorite natural beauty products, and we’re itching to try all of her favorite green beauty masks.
Viva Woman
In an effort to learn more about anti-aging, and then share her findings with other women, Singapore-based blogger Sesame launched Viva Woman in 2006. Since then, it’s become an applauded and established site in the international blogging scene. More than just reviewing skin-protecting sunscreens, Sesame explores K-Beauty brands and celebrities’ favorite products, while also offering clean eating recipes and hair care tips.
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In addition to the green beauty tutorials, reviews, and unboxings Kaya Journey reveals on her YouTube channel, she also gives viewers lots of personal insight into her lifestyle. We love that she offers hair care how-tos (from unraveling to retwisting) right alongside her tips on repotting new houseplants and saving old ones.
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Inspired and ignited by her son’s eczema diagnosis and her own personal experience with IBS, Lisa Fennessy set out on a mission to make nontoxic the norm, and seek out clean food, beauty, consumer goods and more. The Boston-born, Atlanta-residing blogger covers everything from budget-friendly beauty picks and DIY face masks, to healthy Halloween candy and eco-friendly gift wrapping ideas. She also gets super-candid about going gray (and embracing it)!
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Glasgow School of Art presents 10 projects from architecture, design and innovation students
Dezeen's latest school show by students at the Glasgow School of Art includes a space aiming to improve lives affected by addiction and a project designed to enhance people's relationship with their houseplants.
Other projects include a jewellery collection that becomes animated once positioned on the body and a residential performance hall designed to transform young people's lives through music education.
Glasgow School of Art
School: Glasgow School of Art
School: Architecture, Design and Innovation
School statement:
"The Glasgow School of Art (the GSA) was founded in 1845 as one of the first Government Schools of Design, as a centre of creativity promoting good design for the manufacturing industries of Glasgow.
"Today, as one of the UK's last independent schools of art, it is internationally recognised as one of the world's leading university-level institutions for the visual and creative disciplines. It is a diverse community of over 2,500 students studying across the schools of Architecture; Design; Fine Art; Simulation and Visualisation; and Innovation."
Encounter your plant by Pauline Barbier
"This experiment is about enhancing your relationship with one of your houseplants. It is about slowing down and paying attention to your plant.
"I have developed three hybrid pots. Lazzy-Pot proposes a new way of observing plants from underneath while maintaining comfort. Stool-Pot brings you face-to-face with the plant and invites you into a conversation through observation. As plants emit ultrasounds and their frequencies increase when under stress in drought, the Phono-Pot becomes the tool to respond to plant's water needs by listening to them."
Student: Pauline Barbier
Course: Innovation School – MEDes: Product Design
Television Snacks and Tiaras by Poppy Brooks
"Created during the trying circumstances of the global pandemic, the collection is inspired by the collective experience and shared emotions of the British public isolated during a national lockdown. It aims to bring comfort and offer an antidote through fashion.
"My research focused on British heritage, the nation pulling together, both in the past and present, seeking reassurance from national figures such as the Queen, NHS, and romanticising ideas of comfort in the home. Designs juxtapose oversized clothing and generous silhouettes, suggestive of the social parties we once enjoyed and look forward to."
Student: Poppy Brooks
Course: School of Design – BA (Hons) Fashion Design
Harvesting Light, sheep shelter camera and bird hide camera by Tara Drummie
"Harvesting Light is an ongoing body of work motivated by a symbiotic relationship between humans and the land, inspired by the crofters who encourage the rare and bio-diverse machair ecosystem prevalent on the Isle of North Uist to thrive. Sheep shelter camera, bird hide camera, and horsebox camera reflect a collaboration between the more-than-human assemblages of the machair and the maker.
"The works are time-based and site-specific to North Uist, exclusively using matter found within a given environment to create a camera obscura, appropriately disposing of any harmful debris found on site upon a work's completion."
Student: Tara Drummie
Course: School of Design – BA (Hons) Communication Design (Photography)
Safe Consumption and Addiction Support Centre by Kirsty Gaunt
"In 2018, the number of drug-related deaths in Scotland was 1,187 – higher than any other European country. This awful statistic made me determined to use my creativity to help improve people's lives affected by addiction.
"My design is focused on providing a supportive environment to reduce overdose deaths, blood-borne virus transmission and ultimately encourage people to lead healthier lives.
"I wanted to design a space that was loving and made people who inhabit the space feel valued. All the different details and considerations show visitors that people do care about them."
Student: Kirsty Gaunt
Course: School of Design – BA (Hons) Interior Design
Assembling Communities by Disassembly by Rebecca Hodalova
"This is a speculative design for disassembly infrastructure. It aims to reactive the disused sites around Glasgow by designing a prefabricated kit of parts, which will be used where communities are not being catered for by any of the existing free cultural institutions, public libraries and community centres.
"Situated at the old Bellgrove Meat Market, sitting on top of a railway line, is the new Headquarters factory – a place of prefabrication, education, workshops, and community collaboration. The architecture of this factory reminisces the historical industrial sheds that used to dominate this area."
Student: Rebecca Hodalova
Course: Mackintosh School of Architecture – Dip Arch (ARB/RIBA Part 2), year 5
Proposal for a music centre on the shores of Loch Lomond by Abby Hopes
"Sistema Scotland's Big Noise programme transforms young people's lives through music education while 'making do' in the constraints of their built environment. The creation of a residential retreat/performance hall in my proposal facilitates the culture of Sistema, driven by the variety of scales in which they gather.
"Ownership over space is central to my concept, allowing the young people to feel a sense of belonging in the public and private realm of Balloch. To 'make do' assumes to settle for lesser, but with the climate emergency, we must use what we already have to our advantage."
Student: Abby Hopes
Course: Mackintosh School of Architecture – BArch (ARB/RIBA part 1), Year 3
Digital behaviours Co by Maria Marinescu-Duca
"Digital pollution is responsible for 4 per cent of global CO2 emissions, more than the entire civil aviation sector. People should have the tools and awareness to make more ecological digital decisions in how they store their data, engage with streaming and behave digitally.
"As a speculative design, Digital behaviours Co provides a holistic and mindful digital experience – a one-stop-shop to digital environmentalism. The idea is to create less digital pollution and bring more awareness to the issue. Collectively spreading this knowledge and taking the problem into our own hands, we can prevent the projected and ongoing escalation of digital waste."
Student: Maria Marinescu-Duca
Course: Innovation School – BDes: Product Design
Kinetic Nature by Cara Smith
"Kinetic Nature is a collection of jewellery pieces that heighten the presence of nature in the wider landscape and its relationship to the human body, through texture, form, repetition, transformation and movement.
"The jewellery pieces are sculptures intended to become animated once positioned on the body – to become bodily extensions. As nature changes, it gifts us with fleeting phenomena. These moments are captured in these activated body adornments, such as the life cycle of the dandelion head changing from yellow to translucent, and then as motion, like a bird in flight."
Student: Cara Smith
Course: School of Design - BA (Hons) Silversmithing and Jewellery
Alka by Ben Sammut
"The need for clean air in the home is important but often disregarded by people due to a lack of awareness on the topic. Alka is a companion that cleans and cultivates air while working from home. It is designed to live and work alongside house plants to maintain a healthy environment indoors.
"Aside from cleaning the air from pollutants using certified natural filters such as hemp and activated carbon (something typical air purifiers do), Alka uses algae called spirulina to capture CO2 – an indoor air pollutant linked to a loss of concentration."
Student: Ben Sammut
Course: School of Design – MEng Product Design Engineering
Useless Machines by Kialy Tihngang
"The unexpected combinations of colours, textures and shapes within electronic waste have informed Useless Machines. I was inspired by the garish and ugly innards of discarded laptops and phones, which greatly contrast with the sleek designs of their outer shells.
"As a comment on the increasing disposability of consumer electronics, which are often dumped in the global south, I have created a collection of objects that mimic the aesthetics of e-waste and mock the movements of machinery.
"The machines are wrapped in materials – found fabrics and industry donations – to differentiate them from the mass-produced, impersonal products that currently litter landfill."
Student: Kialy Tihngang
Course: School of Design – BA (Hons) Textile Design
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what about something like a houseplant fairy?
got it, anon! happy new year! have a nice little story about new beginnings!
(think of it as a magical homestay story, dedicated in part to everyone who put up with me while I was living in a foreign country. lmao)
The new apprentice looked strange, to be sure, when she arrived in the capital city. She was haphazard, odd, the two sides of her hunched and asymmetrical as she got off the ship, and at first Tijah wondered if she was like her. Asymmetrical. But no, it quickly became clear as the girl fought her way through the crowds that her posture was an affectation brought on by the load she’d chosen to carry.
Tijah squinted at her, the little bobbing figure in the distance that became clearer with every passing moment, and she wondered at the way the girl had piled her heavy bags on her back, her shoulder, her bowed right arm, so as to leave her left arm free. She was holding something with that arm, was disrupting her body’s entire center of gravity so she could just hold that something aloft with what Tijah could now see was the utmost of care.
It was a strange, delicate little balancing act, and it seemed stranger still when the girl came close enough for Tijah to identify what she held. It was a small houseplant, one of those funny green curling ones that were favored in the north, and the girl was cradling it as if it were glass.
No, Tijah realized, upon second glance. It was glass. Or at least, part of it was. The pot that it was in wasn’t simple clay as was typical there in the capital. Instead, it was made of delicate glass, milky green and laced with gleaming golden designs. Tijah watched it carefully as the girl approached, taking in its details with an expert eye and wondering just how the hell this girl had come to use such a lovely specimen for a planter of all things.
“I’m Lhamo,” the girl said, swallowing back rough breaths as she shifted her weight. “Your new apprentice. Um. Ma’am.”
She was clearly out of breath, and Tijah wondered how much she should care about that. The girl was going to be out of breath fairly often from now on, after all. It was her first day, though. Maybe a bit of pity would be kind after the long day she must have had on the sea.
“I can carry something,” she offered. Never let it be said that Sal Tijah abused her apprentices.
Lhamo’s grip tightened almost imperceptibly against the smooth glass of her planter. It was only the whitening of her scarred knuckles that tipped Tijah off. “No, I can–”
“Don’t worry, child,” Tijah said. “I’m not trying to take your plant from you.”
Lhamo’s cheeks darkened, but her gaze didn’t waver. “Thank you. Then…” She handed Tijah a bag – one of the lighter ones, Tijah suspected – so she could adjust the weight of things.
She clutched the houseplant a little closer.
Tijah just shook her head. They would talk about the plant later. For now, Lhamo probably needed rest and food back at the workshop. Shaky hands shattered glass.
The stars were out and the noise in the street was dying down when Tijah finally rose to her feet to close the workshop’s windows. Down here was where they worked, with a simple front-of-shop that was all counters and drawers and guest-friendly kilns, and a back workroom where they could handle the larger and more complicated orders. Upstairs, where Lhamo was currently resting, was where the two of them lived.
Lhamo wasn’t Tijah’s first apprentice. Many young people had lived in the shop’s cramped upper rooms, and they’d moved out to stores and workshops and art houses of their own. Tijah’s glass would never be owned by the queen, but she was a damn good teacher. And she had a damn good eye for talent.
It had been Lhamo’s talent that had first drawn Tijah’s eye. It had all seemed so fresh, so new, when she’d seen the exotic glass from the outer reaches of the kingdom thrown haphazardly into a market bargain bin. It wasn’t to the taste of the capital customers, but the capital customers needed to be shaken up every now and then. New blood was needed to keep the industry alive and thriving – and after making some gentle inquiries about the glass’s maker, Tijah had written to the girl’s family immediately.
It wasn’t perfect, Lhamo’s art. There were warps and bubbles and rough edges that would only be worn down with time. With experience. But the soul of the work was there, bright and new and indefatigable, and Tijah knew she could help Lhamo refine that into something exquisite.
But for now, Lhamo was young. And quite clearly still swayed by childish flights of fancy. To think! Carrying a little houseplant all this way, as if plants didn’t grow in the capital proper!
Tijah tutted over it even as she climbed the stairs that led to their personal rooms. Plants didn’t tend to do well in her glass shop. It was too hot, too dry, too prone to, well, fiery disaster. And something about all those fumes just made the little bastards wilt on their roots.
Well. The child would learn.
Lhamo was awake and sitting on her bed when Tijah knocked at her door. The plant was sitting next to her on the plain wooden table that Tijah had given to her for personal items, and Lhamo was stroking along one pale green frond, lost deep in thought.
“It’s almost time for evening meal,” Tijah told her. “You all eat spice up north, right?”
Lhamo smiled at her, a little thin. “Yes, don’t worry. Nothing here in the capital can burn me.”
Tijah laughed, and was pleased to see the girl’s eyes warm up a bit at the sound. “You say that now, but you haven’t had Vithara’s sea stew yet. It could strip paint from a hive.” And she should know. She’d lost more than one layer of stomach lining to that stew.
Lhamo’s eyes had gone polite again, though, damn it. “Vithara?” she asked.
Ah. “Man down the street. He’s a layabout, really, but he always cooks for you when he’s sorry.” Tijah wiggled her eyebrows. “And believe me, the pain is worth it.”
Lhamo bit at her lower lip. “Oh.”
Tijah watched her for a moment longer, then sighed and sat next to her on the tiny bed. “I’ll introduce you to them all, Lhamo. San May’s been after me for days asking when you’d be by for midday.” Midday meal was that woman’s specialty, both in food and gossip, and far be it from Tijah to deny her that pleasure.
She paused then, weighing her words in her mind. Tijah was known for her delicate glass, not delicate words, but she knew just as well as anyone how very fragile it felt to be far from home. “It must be overwhelming. I’ve lived here all my life, so these things seem normal to me, but it must all seem strange to you.”
Lhamo shook her head, brushing her dark hair from her eyes as it fell into her face. Tijah would have to make sure she tied it back in the shop. “No, not strange,” she said, then hesitated. “Just… different.”
Tijah gave her a sideways smile. “I bet. But I’ll teach you more than just glasswork, child. You’ll learn the ins and outs of this whole dirty neighborhood by the time the month’s out.”
And with that, finally, Tijah earned a laugh. It was a sweet sound, like bell-chimes carried on the mountains, and Tijah found herself warming to her new charge considerably.
Lhamo smiled at her, a truer one now, and said, “Thank you, Master Tijah. I’m sure we’ll be very happy here.”
“We?” Tijah asked, her forehead creasing. Wait. “Don’t tell me – the plant?”
Lhamo’s expression shuttered again, and Tijah could have kicked herself. “It’s a Treedew Plant,” she said, a little petulantly. “My home-seedling.”
Tijah frowned. “That’s not a seedling,” she said. Even she knew that much. It was practically spilling out of its pot.
Now it was Lhamo’s turn to frown. There was a particular shade of confusion to it that Tijah had a feeling she’d soon become very used to. “No, my – oh.” Lhamo looked around their small apartment, and her eyes widened. “They’re not hidden away, are they?”
“What?” Tijah asked.
“Your…” Lhamo paused again, looking a bit frustrated, and Tijah reminded herself that this was not Lhamo’s first language. “I’m saying it right, right? Your home-plants?”
Tijah felt the creases in her face deepen as her eyebrows rose. “I have no idea. I can tell you, though, that there are no plants hidden in this studio. Goodness. Where would I even put them?”
“The roof, maybe,” Lhamo said, and her voice had gone very small. “A back room. I don’t know. None?”
“None,” Tijah said, dry. “Plants and kilns don’t really mix.”
“Of course they do,” Lhamo said, probably a bit too tersely for a fledgling apprentice, but, well, Tijah always indulged the spitfires. “How can you have anything without them?”
Tijah sat there for a long, long minute, gazing between her new student and her little green friend. Then, “I think you’d better explain what that thing is, Lhamo.”
“My seedling,” Lhamo said. She sounded plaintive now, and Tijah was sure that she was missing something. “It’s the plant my mother gave me from her collection. She set it aside when I was born so it could be the first plant I take with me to my new home.”
“First?” Tijah asked, and she wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that.
Lhamo drooped. “We… Where I’m from, our homes are full of plants.”
“You mean like a garden?” Tijah asked. “The imperial gardens are lovely, I’m told–”
“No,” Lhamo interrupted. Again. Rude thing. “Like these. Small plants. Home-plants. No… houseplants?”
That was… strange. Tijah had asked around about northern customs before she’d invited Lhamo to stay with her as her student, but she’d never heard anything about houseplants. They were cheerful, to be sure, and not exactly unheard of here in the capital. But in a glass studio?
“We don’t do that here,” she said.
“I–”
“But if you can keep that thing alive in here, you can keep it,” she finished. “We can talk about more if you work hard in the shop.”
Lhamo didn’t say anything. Tijah had sort of been expecting a thank you or something, but she just stared down at her lap like the secret of life could be found there in the folds of her tunic. Then, “Sixu. Its name is Sixu.”
Tijah had never in all her years heard of a plant with a name. But, she supposed, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t named a kiln or two in her time. Cultural differences and all that. They were both here to learn from each other.
“Fine,” she said. “Sixu.”
Wasn’t that just the way of things? Ask for one housemate, show up with two.
Lhamo, for all of her idiosyncrasies, was an excellent worker. She woke with the sun without complaint, and her feet were far lighter than Tijah had expected. The child had a hot tongue in her head, but her actions were respectful; Tijah found that she no longer had to make time for all those piddling errands that had always taken far too long with that bad leg of hers. Lhamo was happy to run out for eggs and ink and deliveries. She hauled their bags of raw material with the best of them, and she learned their names and uses far more quickly than Tijah had expected. Metals and lime and silica, she learned it all and mixed it with a fine hand.
And those hands. Those hands. She was quick and unafraid of the glass in a way that Tijah had seen in few apprentices. She’d known that Lhamo had experience, of course. No one without experience could have made the charms and trinkets that Tijah had found in the marketplace. And she could see the scars of work that marred Lhamo’s hands, little pocks and lines that spoke to a thousand tiny burns. Tijah’s hands were lined much the same way.
But Lhamo worked with glass like she was born to it. Like the fires no longer frightened her and the glass was hers to mold as she saw fit. The skill was still forthcoming, as was the patience. But no wonder she’d seen such bold creativity in Lhamo’s work. She was utterly fearless in the face of her medium.
It more than made up for that strange plant worship of hers. Even after the longest days, Tijah would see her trek into the winding streets of the city to track down the best soils. The finest shears. To bring home the purest water from wells clear across town. Tijah had even seen her tipping herbed anointing honey into the plant’s – into Sixu’s – glass pot, and hell, that couldn’t be good for the roots.
That wasn’t her business, though. She’d told Lhamo that the plant could stay as long as the plant still lived, and so it stayed. It was given a place of honor on the windowsill next to Lhamo’s bed, and Tijah could hear her whispering to it when Lhamo believed she wasn’t around. Perhaps she was praying.
Cultural differences, she told herself. Cultural differences. Hell, what did she care so long as the glass was clear?
It might have gone on like that, too, careful cohabitation between glass and greenery, strange as it was, if not for the accident.
Tijah, as a general rule, didn’t not have many accidents anymore. Anyone who’d been at this as long as her knew their way around a forge, and through sheer strength of practice, her hands rarely slipped. Tijah generally had apprentices, though. So, as a general rule, the accidents remained.
Lhamo wasn’t prone to accidents. Far less than any of the other students had been, anyway. Maybe that was why Tijah was so taken by surprise when Lhamo finally made her mistake – and a bad one, at that.
A normal day, a normal project. Tijah was having Lhamo practice her vials; the medic down the street didn’t care if her medicinal vials were pretty as long as they were functional, which made her orders ideal for the trainees. Lhamo was just taking her pipe from the flames, ready to blow it out into an adequate shape, when a cat’s cry came from the street, startling her. She dropped the pipe.
And then she caught it.
Tijah was on her in a flash, water bucket in hand and shitty leg be damned, but it was strange, so strange. Lhamo was absolutely alien in her calmness. Tijah had seen students burned before; it was inevitable when working with glass. She’d become used to the tears and the screams and the blistering pain. What she was not used to was – was this.
Lhamo nose was wrinkled as she rolled the molten glass from her skin as if it were, as if it were clay or putty or anything that had not been glowing red only moments before. The skin itself was a little red, as if irritated, but not burned.
Sweet honeyed hell, there was no fucking burn.
Tijah held Lhamo’s hand in her own, and found that she was the one shaking. This was – this made no sense. It had to be a dream. A nightmare. There was some kind of mistake.
“Is this – Lhamo, is this a trick?” Tijah asked, her voice cracking in her throat. She wouldn’t teach a girl who played tricks. There could be no tricks in a kiln room.
“No – Master, don’t look like that, it’s not–”
“Not what? Not natural is what it’s fucking not!” Tijah snapped. With trembling hands, she found that she was still pouring water over Lhamo’s hands, rote, like her body was still going through its motions even as her mind stuttered to a stop.
“It’s just fairy magic!” Lhamo protested, and Tijah’s mouth snapped shut.
“We don’t teach magic here,” Tijah said, slowly. She didn’t teach magic, anyway. All those fancy glass stores with their sigils and their charms, those were all the purview of students skilled enough and rich enough to attend the training school. Tijah couldn’t have taught magic if she’d tried. She was no mage. She was just a humble glassmaker, hardly even an artisan.
So what the hell was some kind of magician doing in her shop?
“Lhamo,” Tijah said, tight, “Explain.”
Lhamo flexed her hand in and out and looked just miserable. “It’s not me,” she finally said. “It’s Sixu.”
“Sixu,” Tijah repeated. “Your… plant.”
“My houseplant,” Lhamo corrected, and it was minutia that Tijah had become very tired of over the last few weeks.
“Yes, I know,” Tijah snapped. “It’s in a damn house, it’s a damn houseplant.”
“What? No,” Lhamo said blankly. “It’s a houseplant. It’s Sixu’s house.”
There was the distant sound of a fire dying and water dripping onto Tijah’s good stone floors as she tried to make sense of that. A house. But it was a plant. A living plant. A tiny living plant. “How can a plant be a house?” she asked.
“It’s…” Lhamo frowned and shrugged, a frustrated little movement, as if she were reaching for words in their shared language that just did not exist. “It lives in the plant and it is the plant. It shares the plant’s, ah, body? But it’s a spirit.”
“It… So what you’re saying,” Tijah tried, “Is that your plant is possessed. By a… plant fairy.”
Lhamo winced. “Close enough, I guess,” she said in a way that made it clear that she was not very close at all.
“Can it come out?” Tijah asked, a bit nervously. She wasn’t sure she wanted some kind of fairy buzzing around in her shop, magic or no.
“It is out,” Lhamo said, shrugging again. “It’s always out. That’s how Sixu knew I would get hurt. It always protects me.”
Symbiosis. Ugh. Tijah had never been able to get her head around magic. There were other things she understood, though, and she took Lhamo’s wet hands in hers. “What are these, then?” she asked, running her thumbs over Lhamo’s scars.
Lhamo’s mouth turned down, and she looked almost offended. “Sixu is a seedling,” she said, as if that explained everything. “It’s barely grown. And the family houseplants weren’t going to take time out of watching over all my baby brothers just because I kept sticking my hands in fire pits.”
Well, that… That sounded like Lhamo had heard those words more than once. “But Sixu is yours,” Tijah said, and she was starting to understand now.
Lhamo nodded. “My seedling. My first houseplant in my new home. They’ll watch over all of my loved ones as long as I look over theirs.”
“Theirs”. It’d be a damn little fairy community. “How many fairies are in that plant?” she asked.
“Just one. One per plant. That’s why we need so many. So Sixu can have a family that grows with mine. To keep us all safe and happy,” Lhamo said. She paused a moment, and for the first time looked shy. “You’ll like them. They’re lucky.”
“I guess they are,” Tijah murmured, taking in Lhamo’s fresh, clean skin. No cuts. No bruises. No burns. Only the calluses that came with honest work.
“And… I mean, I’ve been working hard.”
Tijah stared at her for a second, and then it clicked. She’d promised if Lhamo was a hard worker, they could talk about a second plant. “You’ve been working here for six weeks and you’re already asking for a raise?”
Lhamo pulled her hands from Tijah’s and wiggled her fingers. “Lots of glass here. Very dangerous. You never know when you might need some fairy magic.”
Tijah sighed. “You just want that Bee’s Sweet you saw at the market last week,” she said. She’d seen the girl eyeing it. She was old, not blind.
Lhamo blinked up at her. “And?”
Tijah looked down at her new charge, who was full of new ideas and strange surprises. Who made her laugh and worry and marvel at the sheer beauty that spun out from her fingers. Who couldn’t always remember the word for cat but would drop her work the moment she thought one was in trouble. And then, even as they sat there in a circle of spilled water and malformed glass, she began to laugh.
“Child,” she said, unsure as she wiped tears from her eyes whether they were from relief or stress or pure, unbridled mirth, “If you can keep it alive, it’s yours.”
#this was a really cute prompt!#so have just a quick lil ficlet#fic stuff#origific#this is just gen#in a fantasy world
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