#houseplant advice

[touch-starved-lurker]

my fern has root rot… should’ve seen this coming tbh. lucifern was always sitting in a bigass puddle bc i thought she wasnt getting *enough* water. she is currently outside, drying out after having most of his soil replaced. i rlly gotta water her less but also keep him moist. how. how. plant people of tumblr i am crying out in vain.

[personal-shit-for-meee]

Prep your plants for winter

[angelmush]

your post (july 9th) abt being happy and content with your life made me so fucking happy wow

oh that's incredibly sweet!! i meant every word, i'm in a very happy place in my life at the moment. i still get horribly anxious about things sometimes but my baseline is consistently in the range of neutral to good, which is a foreign but welcome feeling :))

[ultra-phthalo]

Dragon Tree Damaged By What?

Urgen gardening help. Something is wrong with this new plant my mum got.

The issue is that the tree looks burrowed into. And there's a clumped up mound like a cast in the scar. And when a touched it with a metal wire the clump disintegrated. With a web like filament weakly holding it together.

I'm pretty annoyed that I can't convince anyone that this is a problem.

I have 6 other plants that may eventually be effected by this. So I need to know, what it is? What caused it? Is it a problem? How do I deal with it? There's no information about this online.

[pancakeke]

If you have a hard time knowing when to water your plants and how much water to give them I highly recommend buying a moisture meter!

*DISCLAIMER*

This advice is being given under the assumption that your plant has the correct soil mixture and is placed in a pot with drainage. By "drainage" I mean the pot needs holes on the bottom. Putting rocks on the bottom of a closed pot or putting the plant in a nursery pot that sits inside an outer closed pot do not allow water to fully escape your plant's soil. Waterlogged soil can lead to mold and root rot.

Anyway, to use a moisture meter you just stick the meter's probe down into the center-ish area of your plant's soil. Use the reading to determine whether or not your plant needs more water. Look up each of your plants online to find their water needs. Some plants like to be moister and others drier. Also some plants like to stay consistently moist while others like to dry out between waterings.

The above guy likes to dry out somewhat before watering but I probably overdid it here. It needs water now!

This one is nice ane moist but not soggy :)

To make sure you get into the green zone for the first time give your plant a small amount of water, let it sit for a few minutes (to give the water time to disperse through the soil), and then check its moisture level. Repeat until it's in the green and once you're there estimate how much total water you used. Next time you can give the plant about that much water in one go.

*Note: if a plant's soil is VERY dry it will have a difficult time absorbing any water. When you water a super dry plant, you may see most of the water leak straight out the bottom of the pot and your next moisture reading will still be very dry. If this happens give the plant small amounts of water every 10 or so minutes until it becomes fully hydrated.

Alternatively you can fill a large bowl with water and set the pot inside for it to absorb water up from the bottom (called bottom watering).

Always dry the probe once you're done. Rub it vigorously with a paper towel to remove any oxidation that may limit the meter's conductive ability and cause it to give poor readings. If you need to, give it a better scrub use a fine abrasive paper.

[ventresses]

The BIGGEST piece of houseplant advice I wish I’d known sooner:

Use a soil moisture meter!

It’s a LIFESAVER to quickly check whether a plant needs water yet or not. (Usually it doesn’t yet!*)

Many plants have their own “tells”** that you can learn to read with experience, but it’s just SO much simpler (and more accurate) to check (or double/check) using the meter. I cannot stress highly enough how much easier it makes taking care of your plants when you can remove that guesswork.

That said, there are two things to keep in mind while using a soil moisture meter:

1. If you get a cheaper one ($10 or less), in my experience it may wear out and become unreliable after a few to several months. You may be better off spending a few more bucks for one that will last longer.

2. If you have a lot of plants in different rooms or stories of your home, I highly recommend getting more than one for the sake of convenience.

3. Wipe or rinse off the meter probe off in between each plant! Houseplant pests can leave larvae in the soil, which can then be spread to whichever unlucky plant you use the moisture meter on next. (I learned this the hard way!)

* My golden rule is: When in doubt, wait a few more days. With very few exceptions, most houseplants will tolerate and bounce back from underwatering (too-infrequent watering) whereas overwatering (too-frequent watering) is often be a death sentence. Most houseplants (especially succulents, cacti, snake plants!) prefer to have their soil dry out completely or almost completely in between waterings.

** often things like its leaves that are drooping, curling, or wrinkling, or they’re feeling/looking thinner and more pliable. Or the soil looks and feels dried up, the pot feels lighter, etc.

[esotericawakenings]

Photo by me.

[ibroughtlemonade]

ok so i have this pothos n joy, and i’m not sure if she needs a repotting? i got her about a year and a half ago, and i left her in the original pot. i know pothos like to be rootbound, and i’d rather be safe than sorry, plus she seems pretty happy right now. i have noticed that i need to water more often, which might be a sign that the roots aren’t absorbing the water as well.

[boingo-bongos]

hello citizens of plantblr- this is my bear paw cactus, Kenai, and he’s about two years old. could someone tell me how the hell to repot this guy without killing him/ripping him apart or having to break the pot (if possible)?? would be much appreciated!!

[elminx]

I’ve been on double plant duty all week because Gray has been traveling and they have like 50 spider plant babies that they are keeping alive (why?!?) that need water constantly.

But also, it’s really challenging while caring for someone else’s plants to not…back seat plant. They put their snake plant in a HUGE pot and I’m just really worried for it’s well being. (It’s a samurai, too, so not even a large snake plant)

[hunsa-jars]

Still sick but a lot better now :')

Good morning, peepers

[personal-shit-for-meee]

Plant Tips for Monsteras

1.Since Monsteras are a climbing plant. It is good to give it support (I use moss polls)

2. Ideal temperature is between 20 degrees and 30 degrees Celsius

3. It's best to fertilize durning spring and summer but if your unsure about fertilizing just skip it 

4. Water every 1-2 weeks/ when you see the soil is completely dry 

5. Monsteras need bright indirect light (5-8 hours) Avoid bright sun

6. Monsteras love humidity, I would recommend spraying it down a few times a week 

Above are some of the most common issues for monsteras.

[nedenacabaki]

ELNOPARQUE - GOLD

Creating a Pet-Friendly Home: Understanding the Relationship Between Houseplants and Pets

As pet owners, creating a safe environment for our furry companions is a top priority. When it comes to selecting houseplants, it's important to be aware of which ones may pose a risk to our beloved pets. Here are some common queries regarding houseplants and their potential toxicity to pets:

Are Snake Plants Toxic to Cats?

Snake plants (Sansevieria) are generally considered safe for cats, but ingestion may result in mild toxicity, leading to symptoms such as vomiting or diarrhea. It's essential to restrict your pet's access to snake plants and seek veterinary advice if ingestion occurs.

Are Snake Plants Toxic to Dogs?

Similar to cats, snake plants are typically safe for dogs, although ingestion can cause mild gastrointestinal discomfort. It's advisable to monitor and limit your pet's exposure to snake plants.

Are Orchids Poisonous to Cats?

Orchids are generally non-toxic to cats, but it's still important to exercise caution. While orchid consumption rarely results in serious toxicity, it may cause mild digestive issues in some sensitive felines.

Ensuring the safety and well-being of our pets involves making informed decisions, especially when it comes to selecting houseplants. At El Noparque, we encourage pet owners to prioritize their furry friends' health and provide informative resources on the effects of plants on pets.

[vasiktomis]

Reverse Psychology (Reigen Arataka x GN!Reader, 18+)

Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~2400. Tags/Warnings: No use of Reader pronouns. Negging. Office Sex. Pining. Service Submission. Confessions. Doggy-style. Creampie. (and it isn't a vasiktomis work without) Premature Ejaculation. Consensual Non-Consent. Read it on Ao3 Here!

“I’d had my suspicions, but I didn’t — ah — realise you were this into me.”

He’s such a loser, you think, gasping as he gracelessly gropes and grabs at your waist, your hips, your thighs. He’s such a scumbag. You want to bash his skull in. He’s adorable.

You won’t lie; you know he’s overestimating your infatuation with him. You’re sure he doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying — it’d just be mighty convenient for him if you believed it. Even when he’s got you pinned to the wall, body flush against yours, panting into your neck while he tries to recover from getting too lost in feverish kisses, he can’t drop a con when the opportunity presents itself.

Lucky for you, you know him too well to feel hurt over it, let alone fall for it. It’s always been like this between the two of you; Reigen, in all his arrogance, negging the shit out of you for as long as you’ve known him. Baiting you into seeking his approval, his attraction, when all he does behind your back is stare. You’d been wise to it from week one, but you hadn’t realised how bad he had it until you’d paid him to house-sit while you were on vacation with friends last year. When you’d come home to respectfully watered houseplants and a hamper full of underwear that weren’t crusted with cum and shamefully shoved to the bottom of the basket when you’d left it.

You’ve known as long as he has that he’s wanted you, but its just too fun, watching him make a fool of himself while he’s trying to bait you into throwing yourself at him.

It’s the little things that beckon your attention, and he probably hates that. The sincerity and care that creep out of the cracks when his apprentices arrive in a less than stellar mood. The underlying consideration he puts into not giving a shit about you. He’d never buy you dinner, no fucking way, but he sure has a running list of all your favourite foods specifically so he can have you pressure him into sharing a cold mouthful after an unnecessarily long monologue about fending for yourself.

He broke first. You knew he would. Finally, after all this time gloating about girlfriends that don’t exist and shoving unwarranted dating advice at you, he gave in. At the most boring moment too — not even during a fight or while one of you were inconsolably crying. You’d just gotten too close on your way past when you were leaving the agency for the day, and he just broke.

It must be a blow, after all that work he put into the facade. You’d heard the resigned sound in his throat when he’d rounded on you, hands finding your shoulders, kissing you open-mouthed before you’d even had a chance to kiss back. It just wouldn’t be like him to let that image slide.

He’s bolstering his ego with all this dominance, and you’re happy to let him. If you’re honest, you kind of like it; letting him believe he’s fooling you. He’s taking charge, but the power’s all yours. It’s your decision to call him out whenever you like, and if he wants to spend the first shot he’s had at you lying, it feels only reasonable to make him work for it.

You give him nothing. A blank canvas to project onto and a tongue in his mouth in lieu of something he might be able to hold against you later.

It's perfect. He pulls back, delighted.

“God, I knew it. You don’t even try to hide it.” Reigen mutters, frantically tugging at buttons and fabric to shift his attention to your chest. The kisses he smears on your clavicle, your sternum, over the swell of your tits, are hurried and sloppy, already not quite living up to how cool he’s trying to play this. “I bet you’re already ready for it.”

Bad performer’s trick: rush you through to the sex so you never have to find out he’s terrible at foreplay. Or, maybe he’s concerned he can’t hold his nut long enough.

God, he must be terrified beneath that facade.

You just have to fuck him.

You reach down, fumbling with his belt, and he gasps, at least before he squashes the sound into an elated little laugh. “You don’t have to go so fast.”

And there’s the gaslighting.

You don’t slow, but he’s parted from you enough to give you the space to do what you need to do, unbuckling and unbuttoning and unzipping, all while keeping your eyes on his. You watch his expression cloud with something little less controlled. More sincere. Boyish. Then, you take your hands away, and his throat bobs. Nervous. He’s sweet, under it all. And so, so scared of showing it.

It’s a shame.

Maybe if you do this a few more times you could coax it out of him.

“You’re not gonna make me beg, are you Arataka?” You purr, watching a bead of sweat form and slip on his brow in the time it takes for you to be forward enough to call him by his first name. “After keeping me waiting this long?”

“H-how long?” Reigen chokes, barely audible. Then, he clears his throat. A second try, peppered with a cocky little smile. “How long.” He dips his face back into the crook of your neck, resuming his assault, picking a wise time to hide his face.

Your hand slips down the front of his pants, palming him through the fabric of his underwear, and his whole body jolts. “You tell me.”

It’s like he can’t get close enough, anchoring himself to you. He fumbles to reach you the same way, but the position is already awkward standing this close. Momentarily, he’s at your mercy. “I don’t know. A little above average? I’m not the kind of insecure guy who needs to brag about that kind of thing.”

He’s so full of shit.

You guide his cock out of his underwear. Nothing to be very impressed by. Below average, if you’re honest. Not particularly girthy, either, but there’s a pleasant upward bend you’re sure you could have fun with. A slick pearl of pre-cum forms on the slit when your thumb traces up his already tugging foreskin. He was ready to go before you even started touching him.

Who are you to deny yourself the enjoyment of watching him embarrass himself?

You take his hand, and he watches, transfixed as you spit into his palm before turning yourself to face the wall.

“That’s-...really gross. You should probably ask people before you do that sort of thing.” There’s a shudder in his voice as he chides you. A slick sound and a hollow inhale as he works your saliva over his cock. You ignore him. The quaver in his breath gives his excitement away, and you help shove down your pants just enough to grant him access.

Reigen struggles, of course he struggles to line himself up at first. He takes a moment to tilt his hips the right way, to tug at yours. When he sinks into you, it’s all the way, fingers bunching your shirt to push just a little further. Just to make a point of it.

He pauses like that, holding his breath, one hand cupped over his mouth as he cranes over your shoulder. Savouring the feeling as much as you are, you assume — at least before you feel his cock throb inside you, and his whole body goes stiff. A choked gasp almost makes it past Reigen’s palm, diaphragm quaking against your back.

He’s absolutely coming, and if you weren’t too proud you’d admit, the angle of his acceptable cock throbbing against one particular bundle of nerves almost has you dizzy yourself. Utter fluke. It has to be.

Reigen’s body slackens a little. The orgasm passes. In your periphery, just over your shoulder, he looks downright horrified.

“Did you just-“

“What? No.”

The mask is back on in an instant. Reigen’s hand joins the other at your hips. He pulls out halfway. Sinks back in. The slide is thick. Gathering around your entrance, smearing the crux of your thighs. God, even his balls are wet against your ass. Just how much did he nut?

It’s -…kind of hot.

“Are you used to your partners not lasting?” He asks. You look down, tempted to see if he’s managed to make a mess of your underwear, and the bastard’s fingers snap to your jaw, angling your face back up for a kiss. He’s desperate for you not to know. Fine. You’ll play along. “Eyes up.” He breathes against your lips, punctuating with a thrust before he settles into a rhythm in you. It’s adorable, the dominant act. You can’t wait to smush him like a bug. “I asked you a question.”

“Arataka.” You attempt, shocked to find yourself choking on the word as he keeps going, wise enough to know not to stray once he’s found a spot that you respond well to. “Fuck, I-“

“It’s okay, I know.”

Something awful and delicious shakes through you. That shouldn’t have had such an effect on you as it does. What’s this guy’s deal?

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have a damn clue. But he really goes the extra mile to convince you otherwise.

“You should — touch yourself.” Reigen grunts into your hair. “I don’t plan on finishing until you do.”

You wonder if that’s Reigen-talk for ’oh fuck I’m gonna blow again’. You wonder if you should take your time, just so you can find out.

Oh, but why would you ruin his good time? It doesn’t help that the idea of coming with him in you is a pretty enough thought that you’re doing what he tells you.

With only one free arm to cushion you against the wall while Reigen ruts into you, you manage to find enough space for the other to see to your own needs.

It’s humiliating, the sound that escapes you when your touch compliments his own. He must feel the same way when his breath hitches in-kind, groaning at the feeling of your own pleasure clenching around his cock.

“Keep talking.” You manage, burying your own face into the back of your hand. He’s too close. He’ll hear how much you’re actually enjoying this. He’ll see it on your face. “Keep talking to me, Arataka.”

“Fuck—“

Oh, of course he liked hearing that.

“I — I can’t —“ His words diminish to a whisper you’re not even sure you were supposed to hear. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do  all this to you.”

You can’t, either. And yet, here you are. Raising onto your tippy-toes, rolling your hips back to angle him deeper as if his balls aren’t already swiping you with each thrust. Big mistake, you realise. His cock drags against something that has you shuddering, hurtling toward your own end. There’s no helping it. No helping you. Not when Reigen’s arm coils around your waist, pulling you so close that you can’t chase his movements anymore. The other locks over your chest in a desperate embrace. He’s barely pulling out before he’s ramming back into you now, nearly folded over you at this point. Something drapes against your shoulder, and god help you, you surrender your bracing arm to grab at it, letting your face squish against the wall without anything to cushion it.

Your fingers wrap tight around that stupid tie, keeping his chin hooked over your shoulder. A yelp slips out of him. A new pitch. Your core burns from the awkward posture, from exertion, from the delight of having him come so undone by you despite all his efforts.

It’s —

“I’m close.” You pant. “I’m close — I”m so close—“

His grip on you is suffocating. Fingers wrench at your shirt.

Reigen lets out something akin to a sob. “God, please — I’m so fucking crazy about you. Please, come, please, please—“

It hits you without mercy, tearing through you with a helpless whine. Were it not for being sandwiched right now, your trembling legs would give out beneath you. Instead, you’re held in place by Reigen’s desperate little ruts, unwittingly drawing your orgasm out each time his cock hits that spot again, muscles chasing the motions. Constricting around him, spurring him on.

You’re shaking when it passes, paled thoughts only brought back to coherency by the increasing pitch of Reigen’s breaths. Mouthed words evolve into a barely comprehensible muttering of ’oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit—‘ before he’s finally aware he has the green light.

“Where?” He pants, “Where do you want it? Can I finish inside?”

Is this guy for real?

You can’t even form a response. You’re too busy drooling against the wall, face smearing against the wet spot with every thrust.

Reigen seems to take no news as good news. As if he ever had a choice. The pitch in his breath reaches a crescendo, and with your last rational thought, your last ounce of strength, you yank his tie, hard. His posture curls around yours, clinging to you with a delectable sound. His cock throbs again, and your face squishes into the wall even more as Reigen’s own legs tremble, forcing him to brace his weight forward as he empties himself into you.

For a while, he catches his breath, still holding you to him. You feel his lips ghost over the back of your neck like he’s considering a kiss — but suddenly he finds it too bold a move. He shakily steps back, and all of a sudden he’s folded onto his knees with a tired grunt.

Left without your counterweight, you sink to the floor with him, leaving a snail-trail of saliva in your wake as you slide down the wall and settle down. Weakly, you flip onto your ass, still too dazed to bother with the clean-up just yet.

Across from you, Reigen gingerly feels through his jacket pocket. "Great. My pants are ruined. You wanna go halves at the coin laundry?" The sweat stains in his armpits almost reach his waist, and his business shirt is so damp it's near-translucent. He can’t take his eyes off the cum that seeps out of you, onto the floor.

“That was a lot.” He comments, clearing his throat. He finds that cigarette and tucks the box away without offering you one. “Wouldn’t be surprised if that was like, two loads worth.”

You squint at him. “Man, would you shut the fuck up?”

[szollibisz]

built Owen's place in the sims and then drew it (highly recommend you do this for interiors you want to keep consistent, it makes things so much easier)

few little hcs because I love thinking about characters' homes and what they say about them:

The globe across his bed serves as a dart board, he recites country names, capitals, political systems and leaders, trivia etc by throwing darts randomly on it when he can't sleep.

He's got kitchen knives sharper than surgical tools

Anything nice and cozy such as patterned blankets, pictures on the wall, the cat calendar, decorative pillows, pretty rugs, fancy curtains etc were given to him by Curt. (one day he got really fed up that Owen adds no personality to his living space at all and just lives in a basically empty house save for furniture and books and paperwork

Never actually uses his TV. He wanted to take Curt's advice and do something nice for himself, so he bought it, but he's just not into any of the series he sees there. If he wants to see a good movie he goes to the cinema, but he's really just more into theatre and listening to music on his little radio (not pictured here)

The house technically has a small dining room, but Owen usually eats standing by the kitchen counter like the weirdo he is.

The houseplant he got from Curt nearly died bc he didn't care for it, but seeing it go yellow and all its leaves falling off sent him into a panic, and now it's thriving.

Curt got him the cat calendar because Owen either really wants or actually has a cat, I haven't decided yet

Owen has a single bed because it's more space efficient and also because it makes him think less about bringing guys home.