#honestly i just love bromeliads

[tranakin-skywalker]

Finally got my dream plant, bromeliad billbergia darth vader

Yes, a good 50% of why I wanted one so bad was because of the name

[geniusphilester]

a plant-specific plant skit reaction, from my sister

i am not a plant person, but i live with a lot of plants because i live with my sister, who is a plant person and active hobbyist! she watched the plant skit and gave me a bunch of her opinions

for those who, like me, also aren’t plant people, her basic summary was this:

“(Phil) honestly did a *REALLY* good job caring for a plant collection as a non-hobbyist. Some of those are so fragile. Just a few dry bits of fern to pull off is frankly impressive.” she full on said “phil did a good job.” yay phil!

the slightly longer version:

“My bet is that Dan left him a specific list of what to do and forgot the dracaenas, since the others show inconsistent or incorrect care, not neglect. And then Phil followed the instructions to the letter. Schedules don't work long-term; you have to observe and change care. Meaning that someone who is eager to Do The Thing for their loving partner could totally leave some plants in distress...because they are Following Instructions but not a Plant Guy.”

back to me for a sec:

obviously this whole thing where dan despairs over his dead plants is a (very funny) bit but i, the non-plant person, find it extremely sweet that phil obviously tried! plant care is hard even if you like doing it!

more specifics for each plant!

this isn’t in chronological order, and she apologizes for any plant misidentification, but honestly, it went so fast; i’m impressed she had reasonable guesses for pretty much everything

1. “the nanouk and maidenhair are absolutely fine.” 2. “the orchid will recover.” 3. “the snake plant (the first one) is very overwatered and shouldn't have been touched while he was on vacation, for any length of time. they can go months without water... Snake plants surprise people; they're almost more static decorations than plants, thus easy to overwater.” 4. “the calathea is fine. brown edges just means it's being a baby about inconsistent watering (or phil used tapwater instead of distilled)... Calatheas and ferns are really delicate.“ 5. “the schefflera is too brief to tell if it's drooping from under or over watering. it's in a prominent hallway so i'm guessing he overwatered. honestly they're kinda...susceptible to rot.” 6. “i think that the ones in the crotch planter is dracaena and i'm impressed they're so dry and crispy...they might have already been dying. the terra cotta probably dries out too fast.” 7. “he's not allowed to act dramatic about his bromeliad. they're supposed to die like that. it is underwatered though...The bromeliad's dead part is entirely death bloom, so it only looks bad.”

(rory note: dan? not be dramatic??? impossible)

8. “acting upset over his outside plants. in winter. he's gotta just be playing, lol.“

the more planty summary:

“his succulents only need one good soak and they'll be fine. most of his plants are fine. RIP suspected dracaena. everything else is either fine, will be fine with rehab, or can be propagated into a new plant(s)... tbh it looks like Phil turned Dan's plants into hobby rehabs for him to learn more about propagating and bacterial management and stuff so really Dan should thank him”

SAY THANK YOU, DANIEL

[alligatorjesie]

So today I thought I would do something different than my normal posts that consist of furry reylo porn or yelling at antis to get the fuck out of the tags to show off some of my plants.

Because there are fewer things I love more than reylo or being furry trash and that’s plants.

This is a terrarium I put together about a month ago after finding this wonderful glass jar at an antique market. I think they were asking 15ish bucks for it and the only work I had to do was apply a few coats of polyurethane to the bottom of the lid so moisture wouldn’t fuck up the wood.

They’re incredibly simple to put together. Everything you’d need to make one is generally laying around your house already. The biggest concern is the dirt itself since it could be harboring bacteria or pests that can be a headache at best or completely destroy all your hard work at worst. It’s a good idea to sterilize it but that shit is as simple as putting it into bakeware and cooking it. I use the baking method in an oven but you can also use a microwave so I’ve been told.

Both processes require you add enough water to make sure the materials are damp but not soaking wet since the steaming is a huge part of the sterilization process.

Originally I had some wood features inside the terrarium along with a nice little mushroom shelf for the air plant to sit on but my sterilization process for wood needs some work. The dirt sterilized fine but whatever fungus is in the wood I collected couldn’t be stopped with boiling or baking since a week after installing it they started to grow a fine hairlike fungus that aggressively coated everything it touched. Currently the air plant is just sitting on some rocks I put in there while I troubleshoot that issue.

The elf thyme and strawberry begonia are both plants I have in regular pots up in the attic so I just took cuttings and planted them.

All of my moss is collected locally, some of it from my own yard and I encourage it’s growth anywhere I feel it might flourish. Maybe one day with enough love and care my yard will consist entirely of violets, clover, and thick luxurious moss.

My partner feeds into my plant lust far too often and bought me the jewel orchid as a gift which I am forever grateful for. Photos do not do this plant justice. It almost looks like someone brushed gold sparkle mica powder delicately into the veins and the sunlight makes it glimmer like the skin of a killer Bella.

The long plant that I may or may not have correctly identified as an inch plant/wandering jew was gifted to me as a very small cutting so I had no idea how tall it would get so quickly. Like I said I only put this terrarium together a few weeks ago and the cuttings were level to the dirt layer. It’s probably not going to stay in here as it’s trying desperately to crawl out of the terrarium and honestly would probably look nicer in a hanging pot.

Neat textures on the leaves though.

Now the smaller glass terrarium was put together about a year ago and is very well established. I call it my baby terrarium because it’s filled with babies from some of my other plants.

The air plant in this terrarium is around 5 years old now, so hardly a baby anymore but she’s still a baby to me. That reddish color she’s getting on the tips of her leaves means she’s reaching maturity and will soon flower and make pups of her own. Air plants don’t require pollination to make pups so if your patient enough your air plants will give you babies.

This terrarium is made up of my orchid’s baby that took quite the effort to produce, which is a fun story for another day.

And a baby from one of the air plants.

Originally when I pulled this baby off the momma I paired it with a small chunk of wood I had collected from a morel mushroom hunt that had a neat moss growing on it in a open jar. Besides general maintenance and care I didn’t separate the two from each other for weeks at a time and in good bromeliad fashion the pup grew aerial roots she immediately used to anchor herself to the bark chunk. I cannot separate them without damaging the anchors not that I would ever have a reason to.

The roots on these plants don’t serve a parasitical purpose. They are legit just there to allow them to anchor into the tree crotches (lol crotch) so they don’t get blown to the ground during storms. Most air plants grow on host trees in the wild without the need for dirt. If you ever find yourself in the southern parts of North America/northern parts of South America look for them hanging out on tree branches and you may find a few growing wild in their natural habitats.

It does make the watering process quite comical since I can’t remove the wood and moss bit I have to chuck the whole thing into a jug of water for a few minutes. The moss doesn’t seem to mind.

We do this once a week, with spritzing from a spray bottle in between those waterings. Along with my gentle affirmation that they are both good babies are they’re growing so well.

And that concludes this long post about some of my plants. For now.

Meow if you’ll excuse me I must return to my other passions which is reylo and furry dongs.

[mudwingpropaganda]

(Princess) Kinkajou of the RainWings

I want to believe that Kinkajou is actually a biological descendant of Grandeur, but it doesn’t truly matter because she was supporting Glory for the throne and heritage does not equal merit. Kinkajou is fascinating character who took so many punches yet shes never properly thanked or appreciated for them? I think Kinkajou ought to be more painfully optimistic. As a partial foil to Sunny. She’s not optimistic because she NEEDS to be the one keeping the group optimistic. Kinkajou remains happy because of somewhat emotionally stunting double standards in the RainWing queendom and the act that tears only get you so far. Confidence and energy is what people respond to.

Kinkajou deserves so much more than what canon gave her. Tui might have said “her story is over,” but I seriously disagree. Let’s open her book in the first place.

Design headcanons

I may have leaned a tad far into the idea of her design being physically representational of my ideas for her, but let’s just say these are her comfort colors. The default! They spontaneously flicker with pink and yellow patterns but her default is a banana yellow and bright pink combination, with intruding grey scales on the edge of her torso. (I imagine her underbelly is also similarly melting into pink colors, as her wings are. I just didn’t have the foresight while drawing this.)

I referenced a kinkajou in designing Kinkajou! As a result, her paws seem a little too big for her and she has little ears as opposed to Glory’s more serpentine/bird appearance. Kinkajou’s frill is an example of a feathered RainWing that have plumage similar to a bird of paradise that is also susceptible to the color changing pigmentation.

Her eyes are a striking jungle green, the most natural color on her.

I believe that her time under the NightWing’s grasp definitely should have a more visual representation on her. It may be exaggerated but... art is such. She retains indents where cuffs and chains essentially squeezed on her scales and snout. Her scales tend to dull and turn grey if she is not consciously keeping control over these body parts, yet she has more trouble changing the color of her afflicted indents. 

Her wing is illustrated with the venom wound she suffered from the accident she had in the Queen competition. Her wings struggled to fold back into her sides after the event and regardless if she had these scars removed or not through “magic,” she finds it awkward trying to put her wings back.

I imagine she had more of a full mane of plumage in store, but due to the stress on the island, they struggle to grow healthily behind her ears. 

A personal headcanon of mine is the most noticable circular scales on a RainWing is the clearest indicator of their current emotions. Glory’s was an angry red-orange. Kinkajou’s tends to default, like her indents, to a grey if she doesn’t pay attention. A numbness.

Miscellaneous thoughts

Kinkajou could have been a fascinating case study about the flaws of the RainWings’ lifestyle. Rather than their flaws being a foolish, uneducated, lazy tribe, the RainWings could have been at fault for putting too much trust in their young, making subjects feel obligated to put on a happy face, and their violently isolationist tendencies. Dragonets may be obligated to reach out to adults for help if they need it, not the other way around. That’s why she self isolated to personally focus on her venom practice lest infuriate Bromeliad further. It’s why she maintains a bright yellow and pink coloration rather than subject other dragons to her emotions. It’s why Kinkajou never quite thought she would be able to escape the NightWing island. 

When she was young, Queen Grandeur also realized that Kinkajou was one of her own descendants, making Kinkajou a princess. Grandeur may have been the only one concerned catching wind that Kinkajou went missing, but her perception of RainWings as lazy beings was a personal bias that took away any sympathy she had for her offspring, assuming the dismissals were true that she simply went lost in the woods.

Kinkajou’s upbringing really affected her! She begins dropping her ideals of being an ideal RainWing due to her trauma chipping away at her. Especially the fact that she now realizes the extents of what the Queen, her friend, Glory, goals mean when it comes to a symbiotic shared queendom between the RainWings and those who experimented on her for months, or maybe even longer, until Glory finally took action. 

Kinkajou retains scars from the NightWing island, both physical and mentally. Scars from her bonds and greying scales from a jarring transfer from a flourishing environment to something significantly harmful for her body and color shifting scales. And aside from that, she developed PTSD from the events on the island. Between nightmares, the occasional flashback if someone jostles her... she herself has compartmentalized the experience so she herself doesn’t fully remember the events of the island. But she remembers things at extremely inconvenient times. Especially around NightWings.

Her friendship with Moonwatcher was initially based on the mental note she makes that Moonwatcher isn’t a “real NightWing.” Originally, Queen Glory asked that Kinkajou, as her friend, made the effort to connect with NightWings attending the school, which panicked her. But Moonwatcher didn’t have anything to do with it. In fact, she spent as much time and she did in the rainforest! If not, more. And there’s an envy that Moon never faced any of the ugliness of the NightWings! But a disconnect that maintains their friendship. It isn’t until they begin to bond on their across the world adventure that they begin to trust each other outside of the fact that they were supposed to. It’s difficult! Of course! Especially when Chameleon (another great victim of the RainWing culture), taking the form of Shapeshifter to incapacitate her. Yet it was Moon’s face that greeted her when she woke from her coma. Who had been by her side intent on her recovery. 

A lot of what Kinkajou does is to try and reinstate normality and an environment she finally feels comfortable in, essentially! She feels out of touch with other RainWing dragonets, not enough to be around them, and inevitably confides her self worth mostly to the Jade Winglet, as they don’t know what a RainWing is supposed to be like. She assigns a crush to Winter to make her childhood feel more normal, even if she doesn’t really feel it. 

Kinkajou has internalized a LOT of the shit that was thrown at her. To the point where she doesn’t consciously recognize that she’s been putting on a happy face for so long, aside when she needs to put her scales back in their classic pink and yellow. Even when Moon sees her mind, she struggles to recognize if those thoughts really belong to her or not, assuming the ash and glow of lava is that of a NightWings’, not hers. 

Queen Glory is the main dragon that teaches her how to read. Her and Moonwatcher were both somewhat or basically illiterate when they started their educations. But are both are passionate about literature. Where Kinkajou becomes an avid writer and attempts to to become a journalist for kingdom specific and international news for the continent! She assists Starflight in the library of Jade Mountain occasionally. But she also helps establish libraries and such in the Rain Forest! She helps Glory develop an education system that doesn’t sacrifice culture for secular curriculum.

LGBT+ headcanons

I would say that Kinkajou is a questioning genderqueer individual and still uses she/her pronouns but is growing partial to neutral they/them and doesn’t object to other terms used to address her. She is generally flexible with how she is perceived as long as she is perceived respectfully.

Kinkajou is also panromantic but also on the aro and ace spectrums! She muses the idea of finding a partner eventually, but finds platonic relationships easier to establish and grow than the prospect of a romantic one. Like how she simply plays with the idea of Winter being her crush for the sake of personal normalcy in her childhood and, honestly, Anemone’s little innocent emotional manipulation spell? Yeah. That never happened. Kinkajou’s oblivious to Turtle’s feelings. Attractions fly RIGHT over her head, from others or her own self. She also may have queer platonic partners perhaps? I don’t make the rules. Love is love! uwu

[there-will-be-a-way]

What kind of plants do you have? I have two right now, and it always makes me so happy to look at them. I need to get a bigger container for one of them, because it can grow taller if it has more room!

Yay for more room for your plant! 😊 It always makes me happy to look at mine too.

I have a rubber tree, an anthurium, a croton, a snake plant, an aloe, a peace lily, kalanchoes, spider plants, an ivy arum, a bromeliad, peperomia, fittonia, caladium, mint, multiple succulents and an alocasia zebrina.

The alocasia is my current favorite because it's so big! I just got it earlier this week in return for taking care of my grand aunt's pets. My other favorites are the spider plants because they're so easy to propagate. But I love all of them, of course. 🌱 They're honestly like my children.

What kind of plants are yours? 😊

[camilliar]

i stopped reading omgp years ago like i think it was still in year 2 when i stopped just to finding other interests and since then ive only read fic but i still follow a lot of people who follow it so reading all these posts about things that have happened and the way its ended and the way everyone is either overjoyed or angry & resigned w the way its gone is so confusing and also makes it seem like a bit of train wreck. is it worth it to give it a reread do you think?

I think you’re overthinking this – yes, reread it. Or at least, give it a shot. Here’s what’s up:

The entire comic could not possibly take more than an hour to read; maybe two if you’re really savoring it. It’s a super low-investment read.

If you’re not enjoying it or it’s not holding your attention, you can just stop reading it. It’s not something you have to follow through on.

Making an assumption here but you probably have a lot less to do this week than you did the last time you were into Check Please?

On that note, if you want to draw things out and commit another hour or two of your life to Bitty “Bitty” Bittle and his Lol Pies And Attempted Suicide Confirmed in Strip 4.19 Oops What Oh No This Story is Just For Laughs LGBT Webcomic, you can add in the blogs and the Twitter and maybe someone will pay it forward with some Huddles?

If it turns out you think it’s great and you end up being overjoyed, cool. I really mean that sincerely, like, there’s nothing wrong with reading a webcomic about a twink winning somewhat more hockey games than he loses, I mean, that’s awesome. Sometimes it’s fine to just like something and take joy in it and let its faults run off you.

And if you do think it’s a bit of a train wreck, I mean – again, there’s nothing wrong with consuming media and thinking it’s a train wreck, either, that’s tons of fun. I’ve been in the fucking South Park fandom since I was – oh my god, actually three life stages ago. It’s fun! Sometimes it’s a good time to read something you think is nuts and then go on the internet to bitch about it in the online fandom hothouse. Each of us is a mere bromeliad, you know, spiky and exuberant. Lean in.

But here is the thing – so much of the affect you’re getting off of people’s Check Please blogging isn’t coming from the actual material; it’s coming off being in the fandom and around other Check Please fans for many years on end, living and dying by Parsecourse and weird swerves away from the narrative and Beyonce references and a general aesthetic I like to call What Is a Quebecois Accent Gothic. I downloaded Lemonade??? I WENT TO MONTREAL FOR REAL IN THE PAST YEAR??? Actually, it’s a lovely place. Wish I could go back – or anywhere? … Never mind!

So like, what I’m trying to say but maybe not getting out so articulately because I’m also trying to entertain myself is: just read it! Unless you’re been stuck on the internet fighting about Does It Matter That You Can’t Play in the NCAA After the QMJHL For Serious for four years, I honestly doubt you’ll have a more involved reaction than “that was cool” or “eh.”

But if you have any feelings please report them back to me here because I am so ready to get into it, I’ve got some too.

And, perhaps this is burying the lede, but me and @tomatowrites are recording a podcast where we go back through the comic strip by strip??? And when we have a place to host it check back here and we can deal with our “what the hell just happened” trauma together.

[citrontartellete]

I want you and always will

So, hello again :). I´m completly obssessed with this show, someone save me !! So this one is based in of my favourites songs ever that is “Oceans’ by Seafret and to me this song scream their names. So here is a kind of angsty fic with happy end and smut at some point. 

Pre - Armageddon

 ‘Good evening you are listening to BBC Radio 1’

 Yeah I want you

And nothing comes close

To the way that I need you

I wish I could feel your skin

And I want you

From somewhere within      

 Crowley sighed and rolled the glass scotch between his handsclosing his eyes listening to the music. For the first time in years Crowley bothered to listen to the radio, the apocalypse was near and he wanted to do something different. Following the silly human cliché of doing something you never did before. He took a sip of his scotch and sighed again, biting his lips his mind going back to a few hours ago, replaying everything that Aziraphale, his angel, had told him. He then watched carefully as a tiny bit of hope showed up on the angel’s face and the dreamy look on his too blue and beautiful eyes and Crowley dared to hope too. Dared to hope about only their side existing, away up in the stars just the two of them, living in a small house on Alpha Centauri or Gallyfrey. Gallyfreian people were such nice understanding people they would accept them with no trouble, no more reports, no more thwarting or wiles, no more head offices Beezebuth or Gabriel or any of this, just the two of them in a nice planet with nice people trying to finally be happy. Where he could finally, touch, kiss, and tell everything he felt and had to swallow down every fucking day for almost six thousand years. Those bloody feelings he kept for ages bottled up inside him.

‘Go off together ? Listen to yourself !’

  His mind supplied, the hopeful tone on his angel’s voice, of course Aziraphale wanted this as much as he did, just as badly it was written all over his face. Of course, he refused it to both actually go off with him, to actually leave all this stupid nonsense behind and just be happy. Stupid, stupid, stupid angel! Their fucking head offices didn´t give a fuck about them. Crowley thought angrily, feeling the tears sting in his eyes. He just wanted a chance with Aziraphale, to touch him properly. He recalled all the times they´ve encountered each other through the history and the small weeks they would take off together to get drunk and mock their respective head offices, and just talk. How close they were of each other staring, almost touching, and almost giving into those feelings bubbling under their skin, the longing afterwards. He could feel the angel´s eyes follow his every move when they were together how Aziraphale would fixate his eyes on his lips every time Crowley took a cup or a glass to his lips, or ate a bit of food. The angel would lick his lips and close his eyes sighing in resignation. Crowley knew, he have watched and replayed every little moment on his mind, torturing himself with it, wanking himself to the memories of these small stolen moments when their fingers brushed together or when he and Aziraphale got too close or their knees and shoulders brushed together.

Imagining how touch his angel must feel, if his skin was soft like it seemed, how it would be run his hands for those blonde white curls and trace his lips with his fingers following their shape, to hold on Aziraphale soft lovely body while they were deep in passion and letting out all those eons of hiding their feelings behind.

Crowley took another sip of his scotch and got up. Would not do dwell on these thoughts right now. He was going to the bookshop again, he was going to beg the angel to come with him to Alpha Centauri or Gallyfrey or Pluto since the angel said yes to him. He just needed to convince him to come to the stars.

It didn´t work. His angel kept stuck with that stupid idea of talking with the Almighty, so She could fix it. God as always was moving in mysterious ways, God writes straight with crooked lines, because none ever knew God’s plans for heaven´s sakes. Not even angels.

‘I´m going home angel. I´m getting my stuff and I´m leaving and when I´m off in the stars I won’t even think about you’ It was the worst and more hurtful lie that ever escaped his lips. Of course, he would think about Aziraphale and he knew that in no time he would be back to beg him again, actually beg, get on his knees if he needed to.

 I want you

And I always will

I wish I was worth

But I know what you deserve

You know I'd rather drown

Than to go on without you

But you're pulling me down

 He lost Aziraphale and nothing made any sense. He had lost his angel, the world could fuck explode right now he didn´t care, he is going to just sit in this pub and drink himself until the skies were red and comets were crashing down the atmosphere and the sea turned into a massive bowl of bouill- bouilla whatever name the French called that fancy fish stew of theirs. He had no reason to fight anymore. Crowley would gladly spent the eternity doing whatever he was told to or causing problems or listening the Heavens torturing the demons with The Sound of Music for all he care. He started to pray silently that the rain crashing outside would be one of holy water, heavy fat droplets of holy water. Be discorporate was still a better option than live without Aziraphale. His life would be so empty without him and that endless faith and love, grace, and he did not even add the fact that Aziraphale was a enough of a bastard worth knowing.  He recalled being an angel sometimes. It was when he first saw Aziraphale, before he sauntered downwards, that gracious angel with an easy smile helping the cherubs with their chores of looking cute all the time, and following Gabriel´s steps without a word of complaint even though the archangel would throw orders at him. Crowley followed Lucifer and the guys, and every time he feels guilty and unworthy of Aziraphale and everything that he is. He hates himself so much for it. Why he did not have seen it before? Defying the Almighty, asking questions when they were made with sole purpose of obeying and do as they were told. Nevertheless, he was curious, curious about what was that about. About the questions, he wanted answers. Why was this so wrong Up There ? He just wanted to know and that would have been his damnation. If he hadn´t asked or went to the bloody meetings with Lucifer he could be with Aziraphale right now, both in heaven, fighting side by side. It was fun though, how his world revolved around the angel. His angel.

 Post Amargeddon’t and Trials.

Crowley watched Aziraphale feeling a little dazzled. Watched as he moved around his flat to fetch more champagne, to talk with his plants covering the little traitorous bastards with love and compliments. He only followed him resting his body against the doorframe as Aziraphale listened to what the plants were saying, the champagne flute on his hand, bare feet and without so many clothes, the light making his white blonde curls glisten, his cheeks flustered and an easy happy smile on his face.

‘Oh thank you !’ he said to the bindweed over the small fence that Crowley had placed against the wall, the white flowers vigorous and shining more than ever ‘Oh, really ? I didn’t know that !’ the angel said. gently lifting his eyes from the plants to stare at Crowley his eyes blue eyes so bright, it almost seemed to Crowley that all the stars were dancing in his angel´s eyes ‘Oh….Are you sure of this darling ?’ he asked the plant, gently turning to a large pot of lemongrass.

The same lemongrass that Crowley would take to the angel, under the excuse of drinking fresh tea instead of the boxed ones because ‘Really angel for all you know these teabags must be filled with all sorts of chemicals, here lets have fresh tea !’ Actually, nothing made Crowley happier than seeing the knowing smile on Aziraphale´s face and he loved take the product of so much hard work to the angel (Not that shouting at the plants count as hard work when it comes to gardening). It made him immensely happy.

‘Enough angel you´ll spoil ‘em’ The demon said.

‘But darling, they were just telling me how much you talk about me’ the angel said amused never breaking the eye contact, leaning a little to listen what a bromeliad had to say as well, Aziraphale giggled ‘Yes, he is lovely, indeed’ the angel winked at him.

Crowley gasped. Aziraphale winked at him and his plants beamed the little fucking bastards beamed and giggled. Where are their respect for him? He would teach them a lesson later. Crowley walked to Aziraphale and took him by the hand taking him out of the greenery, swearing and murmuring under his breath about what he would do to them. He had not noticed when the angel interlocked their fingers together trying to supress his laughter.

‘Honestly, darling don’t threat the poor things like this they are not lying’ Aziraphale said and Crowley came to a halt in the middle of the corridor leading to the living room the angel taking advantage of the moment, slowly wrapped his arms around the demons´ torso, resting his cheek on his back and Crowley wanted to scream. He closed his eyes and swallowed the scream down his throat, squeezing his eye shut, feeling the angel´s fingertips move gently through the thin fabric of his shirt in light caresses sending shivers down his spine, making him almost moan. Then Crowley felt a light kiss on his shoulder and bit back another moan. It was a butterfly kiss only. It was not worth a moan, really. However, Aziraphale´s warm lips against his cold skin even over the fabric of his shirt is….is….Oh God.

He waited so long for it, for this touch even if it is this gentle, even with a layer of fabric separating his angel´s beautiful soft lips from his skin.

Crowley´s brain short-circuited when he felt the angel place a small open-mouthed kiss on the back of his neck, he went weak on the knees, if Aziraphale wasn´t holding him so tight he´d fallen to the floor. If that had happened he would have worshipped Aziraphale by kissing his feet and hands in utterly devotion, offering himself in abandon to his angel take his claim on him. He felt the angel clutch him closer, flushing their bodies together. He would not mind if it was one time drunk thing, a moment of adrenaline after being through so much. Crowley just needed it; he just needed the angel’s touch, the angel taking him in any way he wanted to have him. Crowley would be his gladly. Even if God Herself smite him afterwards. He did not care.

Aziraphale stopped touching him and he let out a despaired noise escape his mouth and begged on a pained tone of voice

‘Please angel, please, don´t stop, don´t stop….’ The demon almost sobbed.

‘Darling, please stop thinking. I can hear it’ the angel answered calmly. Then Aziraphale spun him around and placed a hand on his cheek, he leaned on the touch kissing the angel´s palm eyes fluttering close, feeling Aziraphale caress his cheek with the pad of his thumb, and slowly dragging it through the demon skin until it reached his lips, tracing them, rubbing his finger there. Crowley whimpered, parting his lips allowing the angel to continue his exploration ‘So beautiful….’ Aziraphale whispered and kissed him. Licking into his mouth, tracing his tongue and teeth with his tongue, sucking on it. Making hard to Crowley to keep control of his body. He barely noticed that he had miracle them on his bedroom making Aziraphale laugh a little on his lips.

They started to divest each other with trembling hands and impatient huffs.

‘We could just miracle them away, darling…’ Aziraphale suggested panting a little after another breath-taking kiss, while Crowley fumbled with his pants.

‘No angel, I´ve waited too long for this moment to just miracle them away’

When they finally were free of clothes. Crowley felt his back collide against the mattress the angel all over him, kissing his neck and down his chest, playing with his nipples alternating licks and gentle bites making the demon arch his back, kissing each one of his ribs while interlocking their fingers, whispering praising lovingly words.

‘You’re so beautiful like this, darling’ Crowley dug his fingers on the angel´s shoulder, running his nails over the skin whimpering each time the angel lowered his kisses more, reaching his hipbone, tracing soft kisses on his thighs the demon screamed in pleasure when the angel took him in his mouth, licking his cock head first and ever so slightly taking him, never breaking their eye contact or the hold on his fingers. When Aziraphale started to bob his head, almost closing his eyes Crowley lose it and he moved his hips in soft thrusts.

‘Aziraphale….’ the angel moaned around his cock, sending electric shocks through his body. He was sure he could not hold it any longer and then he came on his angel´s mouth with a cry, squeezing Aziraphale’s fingers with a breaking force.  Aziraphale smiled at him from between his legs and he pushed the angel up by the shoulders, kissing him violently tasting himself on his angel tongue watching as Aziraphale moved slowly. How can the angel be so calm about this? So patient. He straddled Aziraphale, resting his hands on both his cheeks kissing him desperately while whispering on his lips ‘Take me angel, take me...Make me fully yours’ He sobbed on the angel´s lips biting them and then kissing him brutally again.

A few moments later Crowley felt Aziraphale´s fingers inside preparing him, while the angel sucked bruises on his neck and shoulders. Why was Aziraphale taking so long to be inside him? Why? Crowley thought with despair. He was getting impatient. Needed the angel inside him, it was an overwhelming need. The only thing he could think about right now. But before he could complain again, Aziraphale was sliding inside him carefully, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.

‘I´m alright angel’ he whispered, locking their gaze. They moved together on a slow rhythm at first, Aziraphale holding him tight. His eyes were so full of love, Crowley could feel every ounce of this love dripping of the angel´s pores and engulfing him, making him feel all this grace and light inside him. So powerful. He never felt so loved, so cherished before. It was dizzying.

‘I love you’ Aziraphale panted on his lips, thrusting harder and Crowley writhed beneath him screaming the same thing, wrapping his arms around his neck. The demon closed his eyes when he felt his angel coming inside him. When he opened his eyes again there were pearly white feathers scattered and floating around the room.

‘I love you angel’

***

‘I only noticed at that church in 1944’ Aziraphale said sometime later when they shared some takeaway, both wearing robes and sitting on the floor. Shoulders touching. ‘Sorry dear’

‘What for angel ?’ Crowley asked eating a bite of his broccoli

‘For taking so long, I was too afraid of it before. Too afraid of my feelings, too afraid of what might have happened to you’ the angel explained with a tight voice.

‘What made you change your mind?’ Crowley asked curious.

‘Now I know the Almighty would never punish me for loving’ The answer was simple and sincere. The demon laughed and leaned to kiss his angel cheek.

‘Yes, She would never’ He agreed. They finished their take away and then cuddled on the couch falling asleep. When they woke up later, both noticed a new plant near the window. A white rose bush and small note. Both laughed and kissed again. Now they have all the time of the world.

‘You are right. I would never judge you. You have my blessing

-God’

[horticulturish]

Favorite Words in Horticulture

No need for as much preamble, so today’s word is 

Bract

I love bracts, one of the many and most accessible tricky tricks of the of the plant world. Bracts are modified leaves that are associated with the flowering parts of plants. A lot of plants have them, and they are usually just hanging out well below the flower, but still along that same stem that the flower arises from (which is called a pedicel and honestly most plant part names are super fun and interesting, so if this continues I’ll cover a lot more). 

As is the case with all plant facts “usually” hardly covers anything, and showy bracts form the entire reason for one of the most popular annual plants folks buy and invite into their homes:

I feel like this is pretty common knowledge these days, with the advent of the internet, but the entire floral part of the poinsettia are the tiny bobbles in the middle there. The red “petals” around them are actually bracts that start green like the leaves they are, and stay green most of the year. Since the poinsettia flowers in the winter when days are short, the bracts respond to a photoperiod to draw in pollinators. Once they stop getting enough sunlight they begin the transformation from green to red, which is genuinely as pretty as fall color, just slowed way way down.

One of my formative horticultural memories was in High School when we (the FFA horticulture club which had a very small membership) ordered a large batch of totally green poinsettias from a grower and turned them ourselves for a christmas fundraiser. This mostly involved the advisor directing us handful of teens to put up and take down a shadecloth throughout the day, triggering the color shift faster than it would have happened naturally in Texas. 

But back to bracts. Poinsettias are arguably one of the most famous species that has showy bracts, but dogwoods, bromeliads, and bouganvillas are also up there in popularity. Honestly all of plant evolution and anatomy is a Hot Mess™ because they’ve been around longer and have had way more time to make whatever it is they were given work. It’s wild and I absolutely love it. 

[ladysdork]

Glowing End of the Stick

aka I love @careamorran‘s meta!Jason and gardenhoe!Tim world where instead of being dead Jason glows green and chats with plants. And she was wonderful enough to let me take a stab at writing some based off her super cool idea. 

More to come, but as a teaser and starting point… 

“What did you just do?” Jason swallowed and squeezed his eyelids, blocking out any trace of sunlight for half a second before letting go of the tether to the plant life around them. A shiver ran down his back as he settled into the isolation of his own skin.

“Intel, babe,” he responded. Jason stood and brushed the dirt off his hands and onto his pants before shoving his gloves back on. The soft leather stuck to his skin slightly in the humidity. When he looked up he found himself swallowing again as he was on the receiving end of Tim’s intensity. He had forgotten how scary the guy could look just standing still and watching. It was unnerving. “East side, c’mon.”

Jason started off left, ducking around and under leafy branches. He was careful about his boot placement. He knew his guns were basically useless here, so he kept them holstered but left the clips undone just in case. Hopefully this would stay a search and… rescue? Chat? He wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when they found her. Roy hadn’t really given him a briefing after the all-distress.

“What did you do back there?” Tim’s voice was just behind him. Honestly, his was silent enough Jason a little surprised but he had long ago suppressed that startle response. It didn’t look good in their professional circles. “Hood, what did you do?”

“Heard ya’ the first time,” he let the branch snap back, hopefully thwacking Tim, although there was no follow-up thud or sound of irritation.

“Then answer,” Tim said. “Your eyes just started glowing, then little… cracks or vines in your skin, and then the tree you seemed to be having an intimate moment with. So, I think I need to know why for this mission to make sense.”

Which. Was actually pretty fair. Jason did drag him into the rainforest to hunt down a powerful alien in an angry mood and then use his own powers with no explanation. That was a lot of unknown variables for his own personal control freak. Anyone else in the family would have hit their breaking point before leaving the house much less a full day into their tropical vacation.

“Hood,” Tim was still going. Tenacious. “It looked like you had m-”

The smaller hero, the only objectively true hero in the present company, was cut off when Jason tightened a hand over his mouth. He tapped the fingers of his free hand on Tim’s ear. He could almost hear the gears click into place as Tim pushed something at his wrist before nodding.

“Completely?”

“No, Jay,” which was reassurance enough since Tim was a stickler for the no-names-in-the-field rule. “I’m just an idiot. It wasn’t connected before but it’s totally down now.”

“Even to B?” Tim snorted which, yeah okay, he did have an entire computer network separate from Bruce. Jason sighed and swallowed, gaze focusing in on the bromeliad in front of him. “Okay, well, it all kind of… back when I came to life. Apparently, in between physically coming back from the dead and Talia dunkin’ me in the Lazarus Pit I was just wanderin’ the streets the Gotham as a mindless husk. Which, as you well know, isn’ exactly the safest position to be in. Luckily - God put that face away, I’m fine - luckily, Ivy found me. And rather than let me wander zombie-style through the alleyways she took me in. For…  quite a while. I was sort-of-alive a lot longer than I originally thought. Or, B thought.”

“At least Ivy took care of you. That’s good,” Jason looked up to see Tim’s awkward half-smile thing happening. He must have paused longer than he realized. “But I still don’t get the leap between being all glowy and living with Pamela. Harley and Selina seem fine. Or, at least normal. For them.”

“Yeah, well, story ain’t over,” Tim arched a brow and Jason shrugged. “Pam spent a while tryin’ to get through to me. But nothin’ worked so she figured it, I, couldn’t get any worse. Which was pretty true, I mean husk-zombie is no way to go through a second life. So, she tried her own plant-meta powers. Which didn’t really do anything, or so she thought. After the Pit, when I became me again albeit the extra angry aggressive edition, somehow they showed up.”

“What does that mean?”

“I… I’m not Ivy,” Jason said as he turned around and started walking again. “I can kinda communicate… like, listen in, on plants. I can’t grow the kind of new, cool, and scary types she does..”

“Is-” Jason turned when Tim’s voice choked but he seemed find beside a little pink. “Um, do you always glow like that then?”

“Yeah, when I’m using ‘em.”

“Ah, yeah, ‘kay,” Jason glanced back again to see Tim glancing around and following. Maybe he was freaked out by it? The silence stretched as they made their way East - Jason graciously holding the branches aside for Tim. Because he was only part asshole. When they reached a ring of trees with purple flowers stretching between them Jason stopped.

“Okay, babe,” he looked down at Tim and tried to ignore the swooping as the pale blue gaze snapped to his. “I gotta… commune with the plants again so if it freaks you out, which makes sense-”

“It doesn’t freak me out,” Jason watched as Tim drew his eyebrows together and pressed his lips together.

“Out with it then. You’ve been all quiet and pink since I used the power last time. It’s really fine if it makes you uncomfortable but I gotta use it to find Kori so you can go stand over there if that’s the case.”

Tim blinked up at him for a second before taking a step closer, “actually, I was thinking you look pretty hot all glowy like that.”

Jason had been gone for a month. So when he showed up on his boyfriend’s doorstep and asked him to come on a trek through the rainforest to find his ex-girlfriend he wasn’t totally sure how that was going to go over. Add in the revelation that he had been withholding superpowers for their years of partnership and friendship and five months of dating and he had been pretty sure that things were headed in a downward spiral. As per usual, his fault.

This, Tim smiling up at him with slivers of blue around dark dilated pupils, was a very different reaction.

Not that Jason was complaining.

“Oh,” he swallowed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Tim leaned up, hovering just millimeters away and Jason thought about saying something about the rush they were in but it had been a month and he was only a metahuman. He slid his gloves along the bandoliers crossing Tim’s chest and pulled the smaller man the heartbeat closer to press their lips together. A second later, just long enough for Jason to get the picture that Tim really wasn’t lying about the whole ‘glowy is hot’ and ‘I missed you’ unspoken vibe, they parted. Jason pressed his forehead down against Tim’s, sighing as the tension that had been snaking around his ribs since he first knelt at the tree an hour ago melted away.

“Okay, go talk to the plants and ask where she went.”

“I’m a meta, not a fucking fairy, Tim,” Jason sassed as he tugged his glove off and briefly debated throwing it at his smirking sweet smartass of a boyfriend. “I don’t ‘talk to plants’.”

[plantanarchy]

Dear plant dad, I have two cats but would like a plant for indoors what isn’t toxic to cats do you know? Thanks in advance

Spider plants are not toxic and easy care, though cats love to eat them so it may still upset their stomach (like when cats eat grass to puke). Peperomia are cat safe and there are a bunch of different varieties of those and they’re neat and easy. Rex begonias are cat safe but they’re kind of fussy. African Violets I believe are cat safe also if you want something that flowers. Or Christmas Cactus. Also bromeliads. Air plants are cat safe. Most ferns I think are also cat safe but probably some may be not? There’s definitely way more lol I’m just trying to think of ones I have.

Some of the common plants that could be toxic to your cats: flowering Kalanchoe, anything in the Aracae/arum family which includes a lot of common houseplants such as Pothos, Philodendron, Aglaonema, Dieffenbachia, Anthurium, Peace Lily, Elephant Ear, etc (though tbh my cats have never tried to eat these...), Dracaena, Ficus, Poinsettias (or any kind of Euphorbia so Pencil Cactus, Crown of Thorns, Diamond Frost, etc), and more

Honestly it depends on your individual cats. My cats have repruned my ficus bonsai and eaten an entire english ivy plant to no ill effect. There are some plants that are absolutely no good to have around (Easter Lilies or any kind of lily being one) and others which may cause upset stomach if ingested but does not appear to be that appetizing to a cat. So go by your individual cat and look up specific side effects for each plant.

[jellyfishline]

100, 92, 73, 22! ^-^ these asks are REALLY cool.

okay so this ask is like a hundred years old but I was really busy the past couple of days SO I am finally here to answer!!

100. If you could change 1 thing in this world, what would you change?

Um, off the top of my head, I think I’d probably get rid of cancer. I mean I know that’s kinda the obvious Miss America kinda answer but honestly, fuck cancer.

92. What fictional character do you identify most with?

OMG. Relating too much to fictional characters is kinda my biggest hobby. Basically every show/game/fandom I’ve ever been obsessed with has at least one character that I’ve really identified with. But in terms of all time faves… I’d say Nagisa Furukawa from CLANNAD and Prompto Argentum from FFXV. Like, I feel such a strong similarity with both of them, from their personalities to their perspectives to their goals in life, to the point that I literally think about them whenever I need to be inspired or to remind myself of who I am. It’s kind of impressive how quickly Prompto has managed to work his way up my all-time fave list lol. He’s just… kind of like an alternate reality version of myself that actually had friends in high school.

73. Is there a book or movie that changed your outlook on life? 

Okay, so, this one’s kinda hard because a lot of the stuff I’ve read/watched has left an impact on me–like, I tend to take my fiction to heart, and especially when I was a kid I was really influenced by a lot of the stuff I read, so it’s kind of hard to think of stuff that hasn’t affected me in some way. But narrowing it down to stuff that really broadened my mind, I think the movie The Iron Giant really helped shape the way I see the world. It was one of my favorites as a kid because it’s kind of an exploration of free will and personal choice, as well as the importance of empathizing even with things that seem frightening or inhuman at first glance. Without spoiling too much, it also has one of the most heart-stopping and intense finales of any movie I’ve ever watched, ever. I think it helped make me a kinder person, and I’m very grateful to it for that.

Ugh I’ve been racking my brains trying to think of other stuff, I know there’s at least something else really formative that I’m forgetting… Terry Pratchett’s pre-Discworld series The Bromeliad Trilogy definitely had a huge impact on me too. Like, I definitely picked up a lot of my sense of humor from those books, but also a lot of insights about human nature and the strangeness of things, and how easy it is for the world to seem narrow and small and predictable even though, if you stepped just a little bit to the side, you’d see that everything you think is normal is really just one tiny piece of a much bigger whole. It’s an immensely insightful, beautiful little series with a wonderful metaphor at it’s heart, and I love it dearly. I think I’ve read it more than sixteen times all through.

22. Are you more interested in WW1 or WW2?

I’m pretty interested in both, I’d say. In some ways WW2 interests me more because of the greater scale of the conflict, and also all the different cultures and countries that played a part in it, but an understanding of WW1 is pretty vital to understand why WW2 happened in the first place. I guess my true history nerd answer is that all periods of history and great global happenings are fascinating to me, though when it comes to wars I’m usually more interested in the events leading up to and following the conflict than the actual battles themselves. I’m really deeply fascinated by the period of time after WW2. It took so long for most of the world to recover and to adjust to all of the atrocities that happened, but we learn so little about that time in America, it’s kind of a shame.

Anyway! That’s those questions answered! Thank you for asking, these were very fun questions even if it took forever for me to answer them!!

[dragonbornoflegend]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45,46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, and 100. My hand hurts now.

Lord have mercy upon my soul 1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? I always try and have a decent balance with the two, but I lean towards more milk. 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? It depends. If I've just left a warm place, it feels refreshing, but if I'm already outside and cold then it feels like death.3) what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Right now I'm alternating between an astrology card I got from a fortune teller machine in a Spinelli's and a dollar bill that has the word "BONER" written on it. 4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Coffee sweet with shit like chocolate or pumpkin spice, and tea usually iced with enough sugar to taste the diabetes.5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yep 🙃 I lost my retainer in the 8th grade so my teeth are Fucked Up™6: do you keep plants? I certainly try, but I'm kind of like Timmy's mom from Fairly Odd Parents7: do you name your plants? Yep! I used to have a bromeliad named George before I accidentally killed it. 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I tend more to just bottle them up lmao but if I had to pick one it would be writing 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I do, but I refrain from doing so in public out of respect for others 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? I'm a stomach sleeper. It's painful. 11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Most of my jokes honestly. "Just watch some porn and eat more chocolate", "you got a 30 on your ACT", the implication that I on the reg put it in @fuckthepersonthattookmyusername's ass, stuff like that. 12: what's your favorite planet? I feel like I should say Earth since I live on it? But I also highkey relate to Pluto bc I, too, constantly struggle with validation. 13: what's something that made you smile today? My dogs. My Big Dumb one is chasing his tail in front of me as I type this. 14: if you were to live with your best friend(s) in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Spacious, with lots of plants and a goat skull hanging on the wall. A nice kitchen. My dog is there and healthy. 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! I don't have my glasses on and at first glance I thought this said "weird spice fact" and I got really excited. I did google a space, fact, though, and I learned that Neutron stats can spin at a rate of 600 rotations per second. 16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Does "all of them" not count? If I had to pick one, right now it's tortellini. 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? Silver. I do love my red, though. 18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. Basically everything I do that exemplifies how dumb I am lmao. I almost didn't graduate high school and they nag me parent-style about that one a lot.19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do not, I've tried before but I've never known what to write in it. Plus I'm always way too paranoid that someone will find and read it. 20: what's your favorite eye color? @stripper-boots's 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. The only bag I really have that's lasted a while (I abuse my bags lol) is an orange drawstring with a skull printed on it. It's got some weeaboo buttons on it bc for a while it was my convention bag. Now I mostly use it to collect buttons on. 22: are you a morning person? Absolutely not. If allowed to I will sleep until 2 pm with no issues.23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Usually just sit around and watch YouTube/Netflix or play video games. Today is actually one of those few days, actually. I've got plans on running to the local farmer's market too so I can plant some herbs later on. 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? I have people I would trust not to tell anyone else, but I still wouldn't ever tell them. It's less a trust issue and more that I just don't want anyone knowing some of these things. 25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned church compound. It was a big lot full of tons of old buildings. Some of them were used for storage and had a bunch of newer stuff in it but some of them looked like old schoolhouses and dorms. The desks inside had schoolwork dated from the 70s in them. The place has since been leveled, though. It's a shame. 26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My combat boots. They've seen hell, basically. 27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? I can't remember the name, but 5 gum has these two that are great. One is a fruity flavor that kind of tastes like Monster and one is a mint that's great because it's not as harsh as most other mint gums.28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset, probably. I'm usually awake to see that one more. 29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Exist. 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? On one hand, I think so, but on another hand I do have that "could be worse" issue. Yesterday I was woken up by a man I didn't know knocking on my door and then literally climbing on my roof. After he got down he started banging on my door and yelling. That was pretty terrifying but I do feel like it could have gone much worse. 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I do enjoy weird patterned socks, I think they're cute. White socks are demon spawn tho. I also despise sleeping with socks on. I went through a phase in middle school in which I exclusively wore fuzzy socks. Never again.32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Boy do I have a story to share. I once went out to watch Rogue One with @stripper-boots and another friend, and somehow the night ended with us picking up another person, stealing a grocery cart from a CVS near my school, and driving through our old high school's parking lot while someone sat in the cart and held on to my van. We would then hit the brakes and the person in the cart would let go and see how far they would keep rolling. It was absolutely amazing. 33: what's your fave pastry? Listen, I'm a baking and pastry student, I can't pick just one. If I had to narrow it down, I love making turnovers and scones. Blackberry and sage scones are absolutely amazing. 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I kept (and currently keep) two stuffed Dalmatians named Spot and Pongo (I was a creative kid, I know). I've had them since I was born and they're both incredibly dear to me. 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I always want to, but almost every time I end up too afraid to use them because I want to wait and find something that would be worth using them for (spoiler alert: I never do). So I've stopped getting them lol36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? Probably The Neighborhood or something like that. I'm feeling pretty mellow today. 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I like to keep it super clean (even if it occasionally gets messy thanks to depression). The people I live with are pretty messy and it gets to me pretty badly so I try to have at least one clean area that I can retreat to.38: tell us about your pet peeves! Hoo boy, here we go. I cannot stand it when people chew with their mouths open (people that have to due to some sort of disability or something don't count, ofc). It is seriously one of the grossest things in the world to me and it honestly makes me uncomfortable to the depths of my very soul. Most of my family and a few of my friends do it, too, and it absolutely kills me. I also can't stand it when people put their feet on things or when they do something I've asked them not to because they find it humorous. 39: what color do you wear the most? Black. I'm still a little emo kid at heart. Plus I own all dark haired animals lol. 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I wear a collar around my wrist that belonged to a dog we fostered. It's from when he was a puppy, which I think is pretty great because as he grew up he ended up coming up to my hip with his shoulder. Seriously, he was huge. 41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? Both of the books in the Kingmaker, Kingbreaker series. I read them my sophomore year of high school and I still think about them a lot. I'm not even sure why, they just struck a chord with me and I absolutely love them. 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I feel obligated to say the one that belongs to my school. It's basically the only one that I really frequent, anyways. The cafe mochas are amazing. 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Honestly, I can't remember the last time I actually stargazed. It's definitely been a while.44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Probably before I was born. My mom smoked a lot of weed while pregnant with me so I'd imagine I was a pretty chill little fetus. 45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Anxiety won't let me. 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Basically any pun my chef instructor this past quarter told us lol. Or anything that comes from @stripper-boots47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Candy corn 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? I was always terrified of tornadoes, to the point that some nights I would just lay awake and cry because I was afraid that a tornado would come crashing through my house, even on nights with nice weather. I'm no longer that afraid of them, but I do still get really nervous when it storms out.49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I love CDs! I haven't bought one in a while, but the most recent one I "acquired" (aka stole from my dad) was the Cloud Atlas soundtrack. 50: what's an odd thing you collect? Sadness. 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? I associate the song "Fuck You" with my mom. Because fuck her. 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? All of them53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I've seen Rocky Horror and parts of Beetlejuice. They're both pretty awesome. 54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? Myself in the mirror lmao55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? I try not to be dramatic that much? Idk. I'm answering all 100 questions of this rn to prove that I'm not a little bitch. 56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Genuine care. Like honestly, someone can act caring towards me once and there we go, I think they're great and want to be their friend. 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? You mean there aren't people that dramatically reenact the lyrics? 58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? @thenomoreotaku is the self-proclaimed wine mom. I feel like @stripper-boots is the vodka aunt. 59: what's your favorite myth? Listen I love mythology, do not get me started. Just all of them. 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I really like "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" from Robert Frost and basically anything from Neil Hilborn. 61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Every gift I give is stupid. I'm not very good at giving gifts. 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? I'm not really a fan of juice. 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I want to be organized but I am Not. 64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Kind of a light gray with some blue. It rained last night. 65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? I haven't seen my friends since Saturday night, does that count as a long time? 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Anything with bright flowers (probably red) and maybe some Quartz on it too. I actually plan on making some soon. 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? I like the melancholy feel but I hate how humid it is when it's misty so I'm kind of on the fence about it. 68: what's winter like where you live? Normally I would say Fucking Cold but this winter was actually pretty warm so?? Thanks global warming. 69: what are your favorite board games? I really like Betrayal at House on The Hill, and I appreciate the cutthroat factor of Monopoly. I was also recently introduced to Arkham Horror and it was pretty lit. 70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope71: what's your favorite kind of tea? I have this black tea that's cacao mint flavored and I love it 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? YEP73: what are some of your worst habits? All of them. 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Listen I have like, 3.5 friends this is going to be a pain to choose one. I have one that's pretty saint-like lately. Bc they're holey. 75: tell us about your pets! They're all amazing and I love them. I have a 6 year old blue pitbull named Jinxx, 3 year old Presa Canario named Murdoc, a 9 year old brown tabby cat named Tiger, a fluffy black cat named PJ that's somewhere between 7-9, and a betta fish named Radicchio. 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Going to the farmer's market and cleaning my house. 77: pink or yellow lemonade? I don't like lemonade 😐78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I will hate minions until the day I die 79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? My friends literally made me a bedroom. 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? They're just white. I wanted to paint them but I never got a chance before we moved in. 81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. He much will everyone hate me if I use "azure pools" 82: are/were you good in school? Definitely not lol. I think I'm getting better now that I'm college though. 83: what's some of your favorite album art? I really like some of the drawings from Alesana's album The Emptiness. That's all I can think of off the top of my head.84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I currently have one tattoo of my cat, and I plan on getting something baking related (probably a quote about bread) and something Wizard of Oz related. 85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I always mean to but I've never actually gotten around to it. 86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I love concept albums. Alesana did three concept albums in a row that were all related and I absolutely adore them. 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Cloud Atlas, Uno: The Movie88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Do Snapchat filters count 89: are you close to your parents? Occasionally with my dad, but not with my mom 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. The one I live in lol. Louisville is pretty lit. Lots of good food. 91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I'm hoping to make it to Sandusky for ColossalCan in the beginning of June.92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? There is never enough cheese 93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? My sidecut. It's basically my most recognizable trait at this point. 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My stepbrother's birthday is the 14th 95: what are your plans for this weekend? I'm not sure, but I'm hoping to chill with the D&D squad and play some more board games. 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I can't remember the last time I installed an update on my computer 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ISTP, Libra, Slytherpuff98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Probably year or so ago. Hiking is lit. 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Stressed Out from top because I'm always stressed 🙃100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? I wouldn't press either tbh. Leave that shit how it is.