only florida boys understand
As a kid, i remember picking the leaves from those pointy pieces of shrubbery and mindlessly folding them to fidget whenever I was outside. I remember picking those purple flowers, and learning that they leave behind white sap. I spent the rest of recess picking them to paint the leaves with sap, and came back every day for weeks. I remember a bush at the end of the school yard that had many lizards inside. I would pretend they were part of a family with my friends, and we named a couple and pointed them out when we saw them. Ever since then I've had a hobby of catching lizards. At one point I kept a catalogue of kinds of lizards i've caught, how many, and just cool ones ive seen. Locusts are a more recent memory, though. When it's locust season, hundreds of them appeared on every inch of my side of Florida. They start out very small and black, and stay that way for weeks, until they suddenly grow and change color seemingly overnight. An insect that large is very hard to not be curious about. Once, on my way to Pride, I picked one up and carried it on our walk there. Mom had to keep an eye on me because I was pretty much only paying attention to that thing. Their shapes are just so interesting to watch, their walk is like. Mesmerizing.
Anyway idk if this has a point i just wanted to talk about my favorite nature things from my state.
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Yet does it matter whether I'm believed?
What's coming, comes. And you who'll witness it
will have your pain to tell how much truth I hit.
Happy Harlaween, @visenyaism ! 🎃
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i dont want ace attorney 7, i want ace attorney apollo justice 2: sorry about all that it didnt happen it was a weird dream lol
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Steve had always loved daisies.
A small patch of daisies had always grown just beyond the fenceline of his backyard. Protected and untouched from the clean-cut yard the Harringtons had. Steve loved to stick them in his hair, loved that when his hair was a bit longer he could fit whole bunches of them in.
The girls at school showed him how to weave them into flower crowns. He'd sit in a circle with them giggling as they wove the flowers together before dancing around the flowers in the field. One day Steve had come home with a crown still in his hair. His father made sure he learnt that daisies were for girls, he didn't go to the girls circle after that. Now Steve's crown was made of thorns and hollow popularity.
Eddie had always loved sunflowers.
His mum would keep a big vase of them on the windowsill. Big and yellow and bright, a beacon of love through the gloom of Eddie's childhood home. His mother would take him to the sunflower field every weekend to pick new ones. She showed him how to roast the seeds to eat and helped him find sunflowers bigger than him.
When she died, Eddie visited the sunflower field as often as he could, picking flowers to bring to her grave. The day Wayne took him in was the last day he left her some. There were no sunflower fields in Hawkins.
Those young boys were older now.
Together they sat in a field down the hill from where Dustin was calling Suzie. Eddie's head laid in Steve's lap, softly dozing as his boyfriend ran his finger through his curls. After awhile he realised Steve had stopped and so he looked up at him, blinking at the sunlight. Steve's face was punched in concentration as he finished weaving together the pile of daises he'd picked from around them.
"What've you got there, Stevie?"
"I made you a flower crown," Steve said smiling softly as he placed the crown on Eddie's head.
"I'm King of the Flowers, don't think I'll be beating those gay allegations anytime soon, sweetheart."
Steve giggled and smiled down at Eddie as he began to play with his hair again. Turns out Eddie was wrong, there was one sunflower in Hawkins, and he was the prettiest one of all.
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