Photos from the UW Greenhouse! They're open every Thursday (10am-4pm) or 2nd and 4th Saturday (10am-2pm). A friend wanted to show it to me when I moved here but it had just started construction and it just reopened this year! I got today off and decided to use it to see it for the first time.
Eulophia petersii, a desert-living orchid.
Welwitschia mirabilis, a desert conifer that keeps the same continually growing leaves for its long life.
Dioscorea elephantipes, which is the largest species of yam I'm currently aware of.
Some Pinguicula in flower.
Sinningia leuchotricha! I didn't realize these could get so big! These are cool members of the African violet family which have the softest, fuzziest leaves.
A huge Nepenthes pitcher.
Cordyline fruticosa
Lecanopteris deparioides, a fern with a weird blobby base! Apparently it houses ants to protect itself.
Hibiscus schizopetalus, the weirdest Hibiscus I have ever seen.
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Wednesday Addams x Reader
Gloxinias
Requested
Warnings: None.
Words: 930~
It's much more loosely based on Jazz Bar than intended, but it's more of a personal note to me. I drew the gloxinia on the photo 🕺
You being such a nerd sometimes led you to know some very useful information. For example; you knew that the largest padlock in the world weighs 916 pounds, something that had particularly interested Wednesday; you knew pigs did not sweat, therefore creating the need for pigs to use mud to cool off; you also knew that Violacea Purple Gloxinia, scientifically Sinningia Speciosa, meant love at first sight, along with enchantment, respect, and admiration.
That was how you'd describe what you felt for Wednesday when you got to know her more. She liked to be mysterious, but there was only so much she can do with such a perceptive partner. You noticed she liked flowers. Well, one flower. The black dahlia.
You made sure to give two flowers every saturday. A black dahlia and another one you picked depending on what you wanted to tell her. Sometimes that you admired her, or cared for her or, maybe even, liked her.
She's not that different from you. You'd say that one of the differences was that she was, by far, more of an edgelord. But that is most of it. For being such a cynical girl, you found out that she's quite sweet.
It'd be your second official date tomorrow, a Saturday. You were happy about it. You knocked on her window, asking for permission to enter. Doors are overrated anyway.
The circle swiveled, opening up an entrance by which Thing waited. He motioned that Wednesday was there, on her typewriter. You nodded and entered behind the oh-so-sweet appendage.
—Buenas noches.
—Hello, mi amor.
You smiled at her nickname. "My love" sounds good, but it's the best when she says it. That way you know she means it. She's not that type of liar.
You had been given a response, so you didn't push it further. You laid down on her bed, thinking about the way youd give her the flowers. You knew you wanted it to be special, whatever special may mean.
—Wednesday.
—...
—Timeframe?
—20 minutes.
—Reasonable.
You wanted to cuddle her. Well, her version of it. It was just laying while holding pinkies. It was sweet. Very sweet of Wednesday.
20 minutes are short when you sleep. Still, you woke up to Wednesday laying down besides you. You turned on your side, looking at her. She returned the favor.
You always found it amazing how her eyes were so expressive, at least to you.
—I feel I love you.
—I like you.
You smiled. She was doing well, especially since she has such aversion to feelings. She held your pinky with hers, making your smile widen. She's such a sweetheart. Little nightmare of yours.
—Do you mind if I stay over tonight?
She just pointed to her closet.
•••••
—Amor, wake up.
Wednesday's voice sounded muffled. It took some minutes before you realized that you were almost smothering while asleep, all because you love holding her. You opened your arms, letting her have the choice. Flight or freeze, in this case.
Or both.
She moved, creating a little distance but still having your arm on her. It was a nice thing to wake up to. Your lovely, lovely, gothic girlfriend.
—Love, I'm up...
You chuckled, looking at her still sleepy. She's the best sight to wake up to. And she could say the same thing.
Usually, she'd already been up. But it was the weekend, she was sleepy, and you were with her. Sleeping late once wouldn't be that bad. She decided to let you sleep for a little longer while she caressed your cheek.
After some mintes, you opened your eyes again.
—I'm hungry. Let's get breakfast.
Finally.
She got up, sitting on her bed before staning up and walking to her closet. You grabbed yesterday's clothes, putting them back on as Wednesday picked her own garments, speedy as to not take long. Your stomach was already complaining.
She said nothing, just looked at you and motioned to the door. You said "yes", and walked up to her. Today was gonna be exciting.
•••••
Breakfast and morning finished, and you returned to her room. Thing made you a favor, having arranged some pillows and two flowers on the balcony. He made you a sign when you entered.
You grabbed her hand, silently dragging her out. The day was pretty cloudy and chilly, very, very beautiful. You sat on one of the pillows, urging Wednesday to follow your steps. She did.
—These are for you.
You gave her both flowers. She gave the littlest of smiles. You celebrated internally. She took them as she always did. She took the Dahlia first, looking at it. By this point, she has a collection of Dahlias you've given her. But the other flower was new.
—Tell me about it.
You did.
—It's a Gloxinia. Sinningia Speciosa, if you will. They mean "love at first sight". This purple one means admiration, among other things. I think it represents what I feel for you quite well, actually.
She looked at you. Feelings made people soft, and she didn't like it, but you always said the same thing to her. "It takes a stronger person to be vulnerable and still function than not to feel." It was admirable, even if she also thought it was stupid at times.
—I appreciate the gesture. Thank you.
You looked at her and smiled. Even if she didn't want to, you knew she loved you every single time she looked at you. She kept the flowers in her hand, carefully handling them so as not to damage them. She may like pain, but not to things you give her.
—Always.
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