#Plant Therapy

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[skyasimaru]

New/old podfic alert! I found this little gem buried in my archives. recorded in November 2021! Wow! So please enjoy this sweet Good Omens fanfiction, "The Cultivation of New Growth", written by Vitreous_Humor, wherein Crowley has some words with his plants, and Aziraphale has some words with him.

You can also read the story yourself here (and let V_H know what you thought about it!): http://archiveofourown.org/works/21520975

Very Respectfully,

SkyAsimaru

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🍃 𝕹𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑. 🌱

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[whoreticulturebabe]

Sometime last month

[talkingtomyhouseplants]

My soul grieving like an Iresine herbstii

It is crazy to believe that 2 years ago in October I lost my stepdad. He was living in Guatemala, and I was here in the central coast of California. Last time I saw him was in 2017. He was battling COVID in saturated hospitals for weeks without a way to see us. When he passed, my mind shut down. I buried the news deep inside. I couldn't even cry, I just felt like a mini bomb was ticking...

I thought I got it though! Until, the last days of December or first week of Jan 2021. My dad living in LA went to the hospital with COVID (The mini bomb started ticking faster). He was hospitalized for three fucking weeks, none of us couldn't see him either. The final week was the worse, I could tell deep inside that was it...

I had a lot of regrets, anger and unresolved issues with both of them. The last day of my dad, oh gosh. I call the hospital and they tried setting up a zoom meeting, but their wifi was not working well that day. He offers to call directly from the phone and put it on speaker for me... My last words to my dad, not even knowing if he could hear me, were on speaker phone. I just wanted him to know that I forgave him and that I'm sorry my anger took over me and stop me from being closer.

I didn't have the same luxury with my stepdad unfortunately. I never had a chance to talk to him, and for that I'll cry for the rest of my life.

So yeah, from October to February every year my soul turns like a red blood leaf... Like blood coming from a painful wound. A dramatic, sad but still beautiful soul.

Year 2 - hurts as much as year 1. 🤕 But the pain is now deeper within you, feels almost normal and everyone around you have moved on.

Anybody agrees?

This is also probably the most I've written on any of my post. 🫣

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Pretty finds at the garden center 🪴 🌸 🌿

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Had to reblog because other Tumblr users are so much smarter and deeper than me 🤦🏻‍♀️💗

Trauma-Dumping on your plants: The Anthony J. Crowley Chronicles

This has been living in my silly head rent free for so long, I finally decided to slap it on here in hopes of thinking about it a little less (than three times a day. It's been years. I need to get over it.)

Also, I'm absolutely certain I'm not even remotely the first person to realize or post about this, since it's not the hardest of parallels to figure out. Alas, I still shall, because out of mind, out of sight and all that. So:

Let's talk about how Crowley is using his houseplants to work through his own Trauma of the Fall. Or, well, maybe not work through it per se, but more so roleplay it to give it somewhat of an an outlet because he never got over it. Lol.

It's not rocket science to figure it out and God Herself actually gives us a pretty spot-on explanation of it in her own narration.

Crowley's plants are perfect. They're, as God Herself tells us, the most luxurious and beautiful in all of London. He takes great care of them, waters them, mists them. Does any and everything to give them the perfect conditions so they won't have a worry in the world.

And yet, we're immediately shown that despite the seemingly perfect conditions they're living in, Crowley's plants still get *gasps quietly* spots. And we all know how Crowley feels about that:

It seems like such an unnecessary tiny thing to get upset about, right? Like, plants get spots all the time. They're not perfect, they're part of nature and nothing is ever perfect in nature. Crowley would know that by now. Imperfection is the whole point of nature. If everything had stayed exactly the way it always was, nothing would have ever changed or evolved.

Besides, Crowley is a demon. If it were merely about aesthetics to him, he could easily miracle away any spot with a blink of his serpent eyes. But he gets so angry about it, it's almost comical. At first we think it's just to show us, the audience, that, in contrast to Aziraphale, who cares very dearly and lovingly for his books, Crowley is a mean, mean demon who, instead of being outwardly nice to the things he loves (like Aziraphale does), yells at his plants because he's a mean meanie.

But! If you look at the whole scene and what God says, it's pretty obvious what he's actually doing is something else entirely: "What Crowley does is he puts the fear of God in them. Or, the fear of Crowley. The plants are the most luxurious and beautiful in London. Also the most scared."

Folks, this man dude serpent is literally roleplaying the concept of God/Heaven threatening angels with their Fall in order to keep them obedient ... with his houseplants.

Have I mentioned yet that I am absolutely obsessed with him and also desperately wanna get him a therapy voucher?

Because what does he do once he sees a plant disobeying his rules of perfection and acting out? The same thing God did to her questioning, equally disobedient angels (including Crowley): Parade it in front of the very scared rest, making an example of it ...

... only to then, well ...

... quite literally chuck it out.

To anyone else, this seems like a completely ridiculous thing to do over a tiny, minuscule spot. There would have been a bunch of other ways to go about fixing that spot.

Figuring out what it was the plant needed that might not have been given to it yet.

Taking care of it in a different, individual way so it would have been able to thrive again.

Listening to the plant and letting it tell you why its spot appeared in the first place.

Telling the plant, that loves and relies on you entirely, you love it too, despite it not being without fault, despite of it not fully living up to your unreachable standards of perfection.

Caring for the plant not because you want it to be perfect, but because you're okay with it being imperfect.

(We're no longer talking about plants here, as you are probably aware.)

Alas, this isn't what Crowley does. Because it wasn't what God did, either. We still know very little about Crowley's actual Fall and the Fall of Lucifer and the rest. But we do know that Crowley was never like or even with them.

All he did was ask some questions. A tiny spot. A seemingly insignificant blemish in the luxurious, beautiful flora of Heaven.

And yet, before he knew it, he did a "million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulfur". Cast out, chucked away, just like his little spotty plant. And for what? Well ...

... to keep the others angels plants check, for the rest of time.

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(Addendum from the comments: If we go by what the book tells us, Crowley doesn’t actually end up violently throwing out the ‚bad‘ plants. He just finds a different place for them and makes sure they‘re looked after. So much to him being a big, bad, meanie-mean demon.)

[caerozades]

...I guess plants are helping me stay sane this semester.

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Spring in Jamaica

Thank you for checking out my blog! This post is more like a gallery. I decided to share pictures of the beautiful nature around me. I hope you enjoy as much as me! Cheers, Michelle

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Yes I’m a dork but this is going to be so fun 🤩

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