#the plants were fine!

[cesium-sheep]

are you fucking kidding me.

I went out to get the mail because I knew I had a package from hollyrose (which I will wait until tomorrow to open so I can appreciate it better), and I obviously hadn’t really. seen outside of our apartment for a couple days. cuz I was in bed.

and there had been some noisy landscaping while I was in bed yesterday but I didn’t think much of it, maybe they were giving the bushes by our window the same hackjob they gave the trees earlier yknow.

so I go outside to get the mail.

the bushes outside our windows are. completely gone. bare earth.

the bushes along the sidewalk by the gate are gone. the bushes along the sidewalk by the mail gate are gone. the roses by the mail boxes are gone. (the gates are still broken btw but they had budget to remove all the fuckin bushes apparently.)

except for the flowers planted by the property sign and two scrubby olive lookin motherfuckers, the beds have been stripped completely bare.

apartments are a FUCKING NIGHTMARE. I cannot live in another fucking apartment again at this point. I am so tired of them randomly changing whatever whenever, communicating abysmally, leaving repairs undone, leaving work in-progress interminably, the last time this happened it was like “well we were in this apartment for 3 years it makes sense they’d change stuff eventually” but we’ve been here for 8 motherfucking months and this is at least the 4th time this specific genre of bullshit has been an issue. (the windows taped for painting for weeks, the ac broken for weeks, the trees just recently, and now this. and Now This.)

not to mention all the other goddamn bullshit of living in an apartment like neighbors stomping above our heads, music so loud it shakes the dishes, delivery people constantly confused and scared and unable to Actually Deliver To Our Door (meaning I can only reliably get shipping deliveries from some couriers, any grocery or restaurant food or the like requires someone able to fetch, and even then the less reliable couriers may either give us other people’s packages or give our packages to other people), impossible to make useful changes like replacing the windows with ones that aren’t 60 years old or replacing the furnace with one that doesn’t make my body try to kill itself, and so on.

I hate it here.

#long post #in 2 months we will know where we're going. #even if we're staying here we only have to stay in an apartment until a house we like opens up in the mountains. #and once matt finds a job wherever we're going he'll move in with us. #and with both their incomes we can rent a house anywhere on the interview list. #I'm so fed up with fucking apartments though. #like at least at the apartment before last I could kind of sympathize with the quantity of changes to be made. #even though it also made me despise living there. #but here? #you're just making a mess for no reason. #you stripped the beds BARE. #you left the windows taped for WEEKS. #none of that is necessary. #the plants were fine! #they weren't diseased or scrungy or anything! #and now they're GONE

[mindfogs]

i can't believe the show about characters being gay and problematic won't let the characters be gay and problematic

#yes this is about nandor and guillermo and the latest interview #i mena it's fine i won't tell the writers how to write their show #but also it felt so much like they were preparing them to be the next pam and jim #don't be mad at me for sowing what YOU planted #the show is still queer and gay and amazing but i feel kinda “queerbaited” ngl? shipbaited? #just the reasoning being he's his boss like the characters haven't canonically done worse #AND them not being in such unbalanced position anymore #foggy thoughts #still love the show #just a little disappointed #maybe it's just easier for the continuity idk #nandermo #wwdits

[prince-liest]

TIL you guys also like fish!!!! please let me introduce you to the rest of my fishy community!

first of all, these are my fish tanks:

this is a 20 gallon tall tank that I will be upgrading to a 37 long next year when I find out where I’m going for residency. the 5lb pressurized cannister is a CO2 tank that I use to inject carbon dioxide into the water (on a timer)! CO2 is the limiting “nutrient” for plant growth underwater in a tank like mine (with bright light and fertilizers added), so it helps encourage plant growth and more vibrant colors in plants with red and orange tones, as well as carpeting plants.

this is a 6.4 gallon tank that also has CO2 injection, and currently no fish because it is cycling (and will be for about 4 weeks). it will be her highness the betta fish’s new home once it is cycled, because she keeps murdering my shrimp in the community tank. once she is moved, I will probably get a pair of honey gouramis for the community tank.

this is one of the shrimp in question! she is pregnant. (eggnant, you might say.) I love her.

these are my kuhli loaches! I have 6 black and 6 banded. they are technically different species and the banded ones are much more shy. they spend a lot of time swimming circles along the glass and draping themselves over plants upside-down to make me think they are dead. they get very offended when you poke them to make sure they’re not dead.

I have 8 neon tetras. they’re all fat and extremely hard to take non-blurry photos of.

I also have 3 hillstream loaches, which are one of my favorite fish of all time. they’re juveniles that bred from a friend’s tank, and they look like tiny little stingrays that are frequently stuck to the side of the glass. they are aufwuchs-eaters which means they scrape algae and biofilm off the surfaces of things, but they also like sifting through sand and need sufficient protein (aka. not pure algae eaters).

here’s what they look like from the bottom:

I also have snails:

this is the biggest of my three nerite snails! I like nerites because they have bright colors and they don’t reproduce in fresh water. however, if you get a female (like this one), they WILL lay tiny white little sesame seed eggs everywhere, even though they can’t hatch. I used to have “pest” snails in the form of bladder snails and freshwater limpets but, uh, I have a total of 15 loaches in the tank, so. I no longer have pest snails and my loaches are all well-fed. :”)

thank u for coming to my ted talk. I love fish. I love my fish. please come talk to me about fish. I leave u with one last photo of her highness in all her glory:

#personal #long post #petblogging #aquariums #you may notice that her highness's tail is slightly tattered in this one #that is becaues it was taken while she was still healing from her stint #of fucking around and finding out #with a crayfish #(which was my fault. the sources I read that said you can keep CPO dwarf crayfish with short-finned bettas were extremely unreliable) #(as I learned belatedly. cray was rehomed and her highness healed up just fine) #wait until u guys learn how obsessed I am with AQUARIUM PLANTS #these tanks look like that for A Reason #betta fish #neocaridina

[balkanradfem]

so gyns do you think it's worth upsetting if you have like, 5 nasty bites on your legs, that you got while working in the garden, possibly by spiders, or some other bug, and they're like, really big, red, swollen, itchy, even bleeding if you press them hard, and they're not healing much within 3 days?

#i don't think its worth being upset but they're freaking me out a little bit #because they're just not healing and look the same #like... get it together bites #i was trying to plant more okra when a huge swarm of some bugs just attacked me #i don't know what they were but they were tiny #i probably disturbed their nest #well I HAD TO PLANT OKAY #and when i got home i was all bitten #i don't have any symptoms of poisoning so i think i'm fine #it's just nasty to see

[running-in-the-dark]

oh yeah and also, I'm pretty sure all of my houseplants are dead. for some reason someone decided that outside would be a good place to store them. they've been there all of February and March. I saw them like a month ago but it stressed me out so much that I think I tried to forget about it. every time I see them now I feel like shit :)

#I've had some of these plants for a long time #like my snake plant. I got that one for my 20th birthday from someone I haven't talked to since I was 21 #that plant is 12 years old and it got huge and everything #I haven't checked. I just saw the cardboard box and some of the plants and immediately stopped paying attention because it made me too sad #I killed them :( #all of them :( #there were quite a few #maybe a few of them survived. I don't know #like that snake plant - I thought it was a fake plant for the first like 3 or 4 years I had it (it was my first plant that wasn't a cactus) #so I didn't water it once in that time #and it was completely fine #but it was still quite cold in early February. so. it's probably dead. I don't really want to find out 😭 #personal

[grimalkinmessor]

OKAY OKAY FINE (its ecto smiley face)

Maybe Garden Care horror/smut Tea OR

L/Light fluff sweets bc im a sucker for that

@ectoplasmicsoda YEESSS *rubs my grubby lil paws together*

Decided to go with Garden Care because I've never written them before 👀 HISTORICAL AU ✨ SORTA ✨ Warnings in the tags!

Garden Care/Horror-Smut/Tea

———

There's a leaf in Morgana's tea.

Normally, they wouldn't find this particularly odd, given that tea is generally made of leaves, but this is not a tea leaf. It's a whole leaf, bright red with lingering bits of green along the veins, and it's big enough that it nearly covers the entire surface of their tea cup.

Again, Morgana would not usually find this strange; they have tracked in many a stray leaf throughout their life, attached to their sweaters or stuck to the bottom of their boots. It's hard not to find leaves and petals in odd places when Morgana shares their mother's love for plants and keeps a few in almost every room of the house.

But they find this one—this particular leaf—odd for a couple of reasons. The first being that this is not the first time, or even the third time that a leaf like this has ended up in their tea cup. Whenever Morgana makes tea, they always make sure the cup is clean first, and yet somehow for the past few months they've always found a stray leaf (bright red with lacey green veins) floating in their cup a few sips in. The second thing is that, despite how much Morgana wishes it was, it is not autumn. A clearly autumnal leaf in their tea when all the trees around them are lush and green is yet another oddity.

The third thing—and the most damning of all—is that this leaf is not from any plant that Morgana recognizes.

Morgana knows plants. They know the name of every flower under the sun, and even some that thrive in shadow. The fact that they don't recognize what tree this leaf is from bothers them. Their mother loves botany—they live in the damn woods. They have books upon books upon books on every plant known to man, and—due to Sam Manson's hidden witchcraft tomes—even some that aren't.

They are more irked by the fact that these leaves are unidentifiable to them than the fact that the leaves are appearing at all. Which, Morgana supposes, is a rather backwards list of priorities. But still! They can't stand not knowing.

Morgana asks their mom first, but she also has no idea what it could be either. And when Morgana takes it to their neighbor, Desiree (who is like a second mother to them, considering how often she's over at the Manson house and how close she and Morgana's mom are), she stares at it for a long, long moment before smiling and telling Morgana that she has absolutely no idea where it could've come from.

It's an obvious lie, and Morgana is all the more suspicious for it—as well as hurt, too. Desiree treats Morgana as her own child; she's never lied to them before.

The only option left is for Morgana to figure it out on their own.

Sneaking out one of their mom's spellbooks from beneath the floorboards of their home, Morgana grabs the leaf that had appeared in their tea cup this morning (crimson as blood, split with green) and ventures out of the house and further into the woods. Only when they're out of sight of both their own home and Desiree's do they settle down at the base of a tree. Morgana flips through the spellbook, searching for a certain page, and smiles when they find the one they're looking for.

A tracking spell.

Closing their eyes, Morgana cups their hands around the leaf and whispers out the spell. Their voice is soft, but the wind picks up around them, swirling through their oddly colored hair and whistling between the trees surrounding them. Morgana feels magic spark in their palms, a small flush of energy leaving them, and they open their eyes again to see a thin, wispy trail of blue light spiraling off into the woods.

Shock jolts through Morgana—some part of them was still convinced they were simply being paranoid—and then a bolt of excitement mixed with fear. Because this means they were right. Something is putting mysterious leaves in their tea on purpose.

Scrambling to their feet, Morgana takes off after the trail before it fades. They follow the blue mist through the forest at a run, easily leaping over stray tree roots and rocks; Morgana knows these woods well. But even then, their mother only ever let them stray so far. Soon, the amount of trees they recognize trickles down...and runs out.

Morgana knows they're not headed in the direction of the village proper—they're headed further from it, if anything. The trees begin to clump closer together the farther they go, trunks thickening and foliage beginning to blot out the mottled sunlight. The smell of wet peat and soil, moss and herbs, grows stronger with every step. Morgana runs, but the ist of their spell is starting to fade. With a curdle of dread in their stomach, they realize that they won't be able to follow it back home. Morgana shakes their head, sucking in a sharp, painful breath as their lungs burn and their legs ache. They have to keep going. Their curiosity will drive them mad if they don't.

Then, just before the mist fades completely, Morgana finds its end.

The trees are so close together now that Morgana has to go slower in order not to run into them. It's quiet here. Near silent. They stumble into a small gap in the trees, and blink.

There, amongst the gritty tree bark and thick brown coat of dead leaves, a small table sits in the center of the trees, which—now that Morgana is looking, they're uneasy to find form a perfect circle around it. It's a nice table, ornate, white marble and silver, but it's weathered and dulled, bits of moss scattered all across it. There's a single matching velvet chair in a similar state, pulled slightly back from the table, like someone stood up in a hurry and left. But the dirt and leaves around it are void of footprints, and the grime covering both pieces of furniture is untouched. No one has been here in a very long time.

The worst part, however, is the innocuous little tea cup sitting in the center of the table.

The saucer and the cup are deep blue china with gold glimmering on the rims, pristine and shining in a way that contrasts the furniture around it. Morgana swallows and takes a step forward to see that the tea cup isn't empty. A pale pink liquid sits inside, like rose tea with too much milk. As Morgana stares down at it, the familiar smell of their favorite tea floats to their nose, beckoning them forward.

'There is something...wrong here,' Morgana thinks as they take another, slow step forward. 'Very wrong...'

Sam has told them stories before, of children getting stolen away by fairies and crones and many other hungry creatures—but Morgana isn't a child anymore. They should be wary, yes, but it's...so hard to think of those stories when the sight, the smell, the mystery before them...is so enrapturing.

Then, from above, a deep crimson leaf drifts down from the canopy and lands neatly—suspiciously precisely—in the tea cup. The warm, decadent smell grows stronger.

In a trance, Morgana takes that last step forward and reaches for the tea, curling their hands around it and lifting it to their mouth. They know, vaguely, to be alarmed. They should put it down. Morgana has never finished their tea once they discovered the leaf inside. This is an unknown. This is dangerous.

Morgana blinks, hesitates—and yet still drinks.

Their eyes flutter shut, sweet ambrosia washing over their tongue that sets their every nerve alight, a sensation like wind and static racing through them. Morgana moans appreciatively into the gold rim, tipping their head back further. It feels, simultaneously, like drinking ice cold water on a summer's day and sipping from a mug of spiced chocolate as they watch the snow fall. It feels like running their hands along the softest flower petals, like basking under the sun, like admiring the stars. It feels like bathing outside in the spring, every flower turned to face Morgana as they run their palms over their skin, slick and warm with the sun.

Morgana empties the cup and whines when the sensation stops. The pretty leaf butts up against their lips, and the draw it in, desperate for more. It dissolves like lacewing in their mouth, cinnamon on their tongue.

Heat bolts through Morgana in a sudden wave. It's so strong that it makes their knees weak, and they nearly collapse where they stand, one hand shooting out to balance themself on the mossy marble table.

Around them, the forest darkens.

Morgana heaves in a breath, vision swimming, as the sunlight blots out completely. They gasp as the ground beneath them begins to shake, like the roots of the trees surrounding them are writhing underneath the dirt. The beautiful tea cup gets jostled from their hand and is promptly swallowed by the jittering mass of leaves and dirt beneath Morgana's feet.

With a sound like cracking thunder, a thick green vine shoots up out of the ground, whipping towards Morgana at such speeds that they don't have time to dodge. Several more follow, ripping up out of the forest floor to lash around Morgana's arms, legs, waist, lifting them abruptly into the air. They yelp, stomach twisting, but their struggles are weak. Their head is... They're so dizzy...

And, Morgana realizes with mounting horror as the vines around them grow thorns, tearing through their clothes until they're nothing but tatters—so wet.

Morgana is ungodly, inconceivably aroused.

A hand strikes up through the dirt, followed by a shoulder and the massive torso of something fibrous and herbal, thorned flowers growing down what looks to be thick vines of hair. Glowing sea green eyes fix on Morgana, and a long, green tongue slithers out of a grinning, fanged mouth. Morgana's head falls back, eyes wide and jaw dropped, as that tongue slicks up their bared thigh and licks right up their core, dragging up their stomach and chest and ending at their throat.

A soft, unearthly rumble of pleasure vibrates through the air. "My lovely Morning Glory, you've returned to me."

"Wh—wh-at...?" Morgana shudders out, pupils blown. Their glasses are askew on their face, more naked than not, terrified and trembling and so wet it's dripping down their leg. "What are—who—?"

They're cut off by the hulking monster slicking its tongue up against them again, this time focusing solely on the space between their legs. Morgana bites their lip so hard it bleeds, cheeks bleeding red as they muffle their moan into a deep grunt.

"Oh, you've grown into yourself so beautifully, darling," the thing purrs as it pulls back. Morgana shakes, hands fisting and toes curling as a separate vine slithers up their leg and begins to rub at them in place of the monster's tongue. Morgana gasps as the tapered tip pushes in, wriggling its way into their cunt and coating itself in their slick. It burns, it almost hurts, but its also the best thing Morgana's ever felt. They rock their hips into the intrusion, unable to help themself as their head tips back, wild eyes hazily glimpsing the reddened, black canopy above. Above Morgana, the monster purrs. "Look at you, taking it so well. I knew you would be perfect—I knew you would be mine."

Morgana can't—they can't think beyond the pleasure coursing through their body right now, every little twitch and shift making a new part of them light up with ecstasy. The creature's words are nothing but nonsense to their ears, the buzzing feeling of those glowing eyes hungrily roving over their body only serving to send Morgana that much closer to the edge.

Deep green vines slide over bronze skin, touching and stroking and thrusting, all while Morgana moans and pants into the humid air between them. They can feel the pressure—the pleasure—building in their gut, a tingly sensation sparking up in their feet and the backs of their thighs as it mounts higher and higher. Through the heavy fog, Morgana feels trepidation. There's the vague, alarmed thought that this feels too big, that this will kill them, that this will swallow them whole—

And then it crashes over them, striking lightning through their veins and making their whole body seize in place, a strangled shriek ripping out of their mouth as involuntary tears bead at the corner of their eyes. Morgana's vision goes white, the nirvana of this one, singular feeling razing through their bones and buzzing in their teeth. And through it all, the vines' movements don't cease, stringing Morgana along through the strongest orgasm they've ever had in their life.

A heavy clawed hand pushes through their hair, petting them gently as they whine and twitch with aftershocks. "Easy, darling. Wasn't that a warm welcome?"

Morgana can't see, their vision still dotted with spots of white. But their head....their head is clearing. Morgana lifts their head with a great amount of effort, managing to stammer out a weak, "W-who...are you?"

'What are you?' Morgana wants to ask, but they bite their tongue.

The monster smirks, rising up to its full height and taking Morgana with it (him...?). The flowers blooming from its draping locs wither and twist before blossoming into lavender roses and rainflowers.

"I am Undergrowth, little Morning Glory, Fae King of the Woods," it—he, responds. He presses a hand over his chest, bowing until his face hovers just above Morgana, sealing them in a curtain of vines. "And you are mine."

The vines around Morgana tighten then, possessive and warning. Morgana swallows hard, too weak right then to even struggle.

They were foolish. They should've listened when Desiree told them to leave it alone. Because now?

Now they don't have a choice.

#garden care #morgana manson #undergrowth #smut #nff #horror #spooky prompts #my writing #asks #ectoplasmicsoda #tw dubcon #danny phantom #tw aphrodisiacs #CONTEXT THAT I DIDN'T ADD BC THIS IS ALREADY LATE: in this au desiree fell in love with sam and knew that sam wanted to have a child but #couldnt. the nearby village was also getting suspicious of her being a single woman that lived in the woods. so desiree made a deal with #undergrowth for a seedling that she could plant in sam's body. morgana was the result! they are biologically sam and desiree's child . #BUT unfortunately deals with forest kings tend to have fine print and that fine print was that morgana belongs to undergrowth :'3 forever #sam and desiree were doing too good a job at keeping morgana wary of and away from the depper parts of the forest though so— #undergrowth had to get creative lmao oops #long post

[galaxygermdraws]

This post is only made for like me and a small select group of people but there was an evil Bdubs in Carnevil and he is just one of Bdubs' old skins so I decided to. I decided to make him. More. Unhinged. And evil. He's already evil.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated, Thankyu)

#carnevil #hermitcraft #hermitblr #evil bdubs #edubs #as i am calling him #tw plant horror #tw eye horror #tw blood #tw body horror #what with ths strange. uh. plant scarring on that one doodle. its not scarring its like plants acting as scars??? ig?? #anyways like nobody knows who he is but its fine dont worry about it #he n ex would technically be brothers bc they were both made by jeff. #germdraws #germ draws

[myriadeyed]

Next time someone uses the word "speciesist" to describe the consumption of animal matter or says you can't be an anarchist if you're not vegan because "humans > animals is a hierarchy" I'm going to look them in the eye and say "Why are animals higher in the hierarchy than plants? Why are you kingdomist?" And it's not going to be ironically at all.

#also I can't fucking stand ''vegans'' who think eating animals is morally wrong except it's fine if it's fish. that doesn't count obviously #anyways to me eating other animals is about the LACK of a hierarchy. NOT eating them would be ''humans > animals'' #because you are refusing to take part in the cycle of nature and what your body & brain were designed to do for the belief that #you are inherently above nature & other animals and can choose to opt out of it all #not even regarding the fact that I'm not human‚ I'm a carnivorous bird of prey and I eat meat to feel in tune with my species #maybe I could survive biologically on fucking celery and lima beans but not psychologically #my point here is though. that plants are living creatures. when you eat a plant you are still killing a living thing. #I'm sorry but unless you are a photosynthesizer or other kind of autotroph you're going to have to accept that you kill to eat #and if it's about the unethical farming to you look up sometime what we're doing to our topsoil with monocultures #at least that's if the terrible labor practices and exploitation of PEOPLE don't make an impact on your empathy

[hecksupremechips]

I always heard people say that Layla should’ve gotten with Warren Peace instead of Will in sky high but guys come on it’s 2023 we all all know she and warren were just bearding for each other I’m sick of pretending they weren’t

#sky high #and okay maybe im projecting because just look at them and the amount of gay awakenings that were had to them #my own 😵‍💫 #im a warren peace stan is this even kinda surprising hes emo he reads hes hotheaded he likes shitty poetry crap he has bad social skills #of course i was into him #and layla too come on shes got absolutely broken plant powers but shes a pacifist shes sweet shes an activist she calls the school fascist #but no yeah layla and warren so very clearly were not interested in each other at all like they will be bomb ass besties but romantically no #warren was literally playing the role of gbf like Layla was talking about will and hes like #girl just kiss him already #he had no desire to be with her romantically and was pretty explicity not into holding her hand #but he played along cuz he just wanted to make will mad like this is such gbf behavior akdjks #just like ‘oh so you wanna piss off your shitty crush? lol okay lets do this 😎’ #plus like just look at him hes simply gay your honor #layla now layla is painfully obviously gay and its gonna hit her like a train #weve all wanted her to be gay our whole lives but noooo she had to get with boring fucking will #in my version she and will date for a while but feelings get complicated #she isnt sure if she likes will or if she just chose him cuz it was convenient to like her male friend #she always looked at other girls a bit longer than what was ‘normal’ #but she isnt into labels! she doesnt need to worry about this! its fine everything is fine- #shes just an over eager ally thats all #the crisis lasts for years warren gives her The Stare shes like 🫣 #listen im just trying to live out my childhood dream and make the characters i had an indescribable fascination with gay #and yes i was just watching sky high what about it

[huginsmemory]

Recently started collecting carnivorous plants and we got some fruitflies and so I moved em all up into the kitchen. My new favourite activity is watching them catch the fruitflies, HIGHLY recommended. I get SUCH a kick out of it, go buy some sundews people.

#the schadenfreude when they get caught by the sundews is so great im like YES! YES! #also just put em into a little glass terrarium and keep the door open and when there were a bunch in i trapped them in #and delightedly watched as they started to get got by my sundew #i cant tell if the pitcher plant is catching any cause i cant see em #I'm being consumed by the need to buy more carnivorous plants fuck #i've got two different types of pitches and a sundew and i wanna get our native sundew since its so cute #plus i wanna get a butterwort and a venus flytrap #eventually... i shall get there... #im ignoring how many other plants i have in my room this is fine i can definitely fit more in there yup #carnivorous plants #hugin rambles #i Need To Know if the people on campus that had a pop up table are going to be selling more carnivorous plants because they had such a great #selection...

[labyrynth]

let’s be real for a sec: if rusong were still alive, nhs wouldn’t have hesitated in killing him

#mdzs #mdzs talk #jgy tag #nie huaisang #jin guangyao #it’s like jgy adjacent but you know #this little ramble is gonna be kinda dark jsyk #it was NOT a coincidence that jgy AND qin su AND mo xuanyu were all dead by the end #i’m convinced the only reason he didn’t kill sisi was bc he needed to use her against him #honestly part of me has this theory that nhs was actually involved in rising’s death to begin with #talking to the right people and planting suggestions here and there #there’s a solid part of me that thinks nhs may have been perfectly fine with lxc dying too #if it meant hurting jgy more #it certainly wasn’t something he could aim for because that would be a logistical nightmare #TWO dead sect leaders at once? LWJ??? as sect leader???? #but i think he would have been just fine if lxc had died in the middle #both mxy and qs committed suicide #i wonder if that would have been enough to push jgy over the edge #also btw ‘killing him’ here is shorthand for ‘getting him dead somehow’ #i don’t think he would do any dirty work himself

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Basil (the herb) is a whore and you should know that before your second year with it in the flower bed

#emma posts #so is cilantro #my mom was like ‘oh you can have a few plants I want to use in the kitchen. right?’ #and I was a teenager and my raised beds are on family property so I didn’t really have a choice #but. while the kale was pretty normal. THE CILANTRO AND ARUGULA WERE WHORES #whores I did NOT sign up for #I wanted the basil myself so dealing with that is annoying but whatever #but the worst part is that my mom didn’t even eat the plants she had me grow!!! #she ate ones I decided to grow because the family likes strawberries and raspberries #I need to get mint again #and sage #but ANYWAY #I did know that all of these plants were whores #i just wasn’t there when they first started sprouting #I’m going to be going home more often this month and my mom wants the yard looking good for my brothers graduation party #so today was my first garden day of the year #it was nice but my back hates me and I really should have worn gloves (I didn’t know where my mom put mine) #but I hope the plants do well while I’m gone #the basil should be fine. I’d be genuinely surprised if that hoard all died #but the new plants i added for it to look better. those I’ve never had myself #although I’ve wanted to #don’t think I have a green thumb. it’s maybe greenish but half the work is done by the dirt here #it’s just like ‘on it boss 👍’ #I should move some catnip into my garden #the stuff in front of my parents house could use some seperating #my strawberries were little bitches last year though so I have to be extra careful this year #I like the variety I have and I don’t know what it’s called so if it dies I’m out of luck #it’s a really cool variety. it actually blooms twice a summer #I can’t keep plants alive inside very long though:( #except my current African violet that takes anything I throw at it

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

A lot of people including me😔 are like "Oh x character should get altean alchemy" (it is mostly Lance but sometimes it is Keith and even Shiro) but honestly? I kinda being to partial to- "actually humans should get their own brand of quintessence manipulation like Balmerans, Olkarion, Galra etc etc that got triggered due to the War and it should be tma avatars level of fucked-up-if-true cause i think it would be funny ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

#I have some Thoughts™ about quintessence #Mostly it surrounds everything and is everywhere #However all of it is currently not usable or accessible #And How much it is there varies #Balmera (planet) are born in places with really really high quintessence and can convert it to more usable form #like bacteria in the soil make nitrogen more accessible to plants #Also i hc earth as being an oasis in a very very very large quintessence desert #Like the local group is in a giant quintessence void and earth is few of the only planets with life for god knows how many light years #and because of galran taking out the quintessence from planets the desert has only become larger #and earthlings who evolved with low quintessence got fucked up when galra used their quintessence using weapons #Like it would have been fine elsewhere which can take that amount of quintessence but not this place #I know i am not making sense but trust me #Honestly this is all just an excuse to make earthlings more eldritch #And said eldritchness depends on how exposed they were especially the paladins and specifically Shiro and Lance who came back to life #i know i am not making sense it would happen again #takashi shirogane #lance mcclain #lance voltron #vld lance #hunk garrett #voltron hunk #hunk vld #katie holt #pidge gunderson #keith kogane #vld keith #voltron keith #voltron legendary defender #voltron #keith is the only one of the paladins who isnt affected because of his galra genes instead he has other problems

[lemongrablothbrok]

lemongrablothbrok

(b. 1988; d. 2023)

Cause of death: '90s Robert Plant

#robert plant #'90s robert plant #90s robert plant makes lemongrablothbrok's brain go awooga #sexy stuff #beautiful men #like a fine fucking wine #help me #it's not fair #i'm not thirsty you're thirsty #i did edit just a bit from first post because gifs were not cooperating #also where are you putting your hands in that last gif james 😏

[kiseiakhun]

Reading up on invasive plants continue to be a mistake because now that the garlic mustard's died back I am instead seeing dog-strangling vine everywhere. Admittedly Vincetoxicum rossicum and Vincetoxicum nigrum are pretty metal names but they really are out there blanketing the edge of every disturbed field and choking out the rest of the plant life...

#plant talk #t #i was interested in them for fibre reasons so at least i won't have to feel bad for harvesting them #this is a big reason why I'm trying to familiarize myself with invasive plants tbh #it's easy to confuse them with native milkweed at first but they're starting to flower now and the flowers are very distinct #i actually spent like 3 hours last night comparing their flowers to flowers of other milkweeds/dogbanes #because i was like there's SO many of them 😰 #but... i guess that's what invasive plants do... #another way to tell them apart from native milkweeds is that the milkweeds are all being munched on by caterpillars #(not monarch caterpillars. these ones were black) #(there are other leptidora that are obligate herbivores on milkweed but i don't know what they are) #soooo. yikes. #these vines don't strangle dogs btw. no one knows why they're called that #i was gonna see if i could get anything workable out of garlic mustard but i waited too long #but Canada did release those weevils that only feed on garlic mustard so i don't think they're as big of an issue anymore #at least compared to these #which afaik don't really have any biological controls #if i harvest them I'll probably have to harvest in the evening right before the sun sets because i saw them growing among something that #looks suspiciously like ragweed. which is fine aside from the allergies. but ragweed also looks like wild carrot and wild parsnip #which are ABSOLUTELY NOT FINE and they will burn you like acid if you touch their sap and then go into the sun #no thank you !! #there's a few common plants that look like wild parsnip #but uhhhhhhh I'm not touching that lol #also found some wild grapes growing with them though! yum 😋 #i don't care much for the grapes but the young shoots are sooooo good if you cook them up. they taste lemony

[frecht]

is there a hay day fandom on here. can we discuss how fucked up it is that clay is a plant that you grow

#talkin #like if i were in charge you would catch it like the lobsters and ducks and you could put a dredging net in the lake #if it had to be mined from the mine i'd disagree but it would be fine. acceptable. 3/5 #but like. WHYY do you PLANT it in the GROUND like WHEAT and CORN. WHY