#those aren't.... plants

[manlyster]

starting to see some definition in my shoulder! (or maybe it's just the lighting)

[batz]

mmy favorite lawnmower. she LOVES grass

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

im gonna be honest i dont care that the eggs bedrooms at NINHO look super scary rn. NINHO is a nuclear bunker built for survival, and that should ALWAYS be the #1 priority when building a space meant to be safe. If it isn't safe, then it has failed as a safe space, just by definition. That SAID- gaining functionality doesn't mean they have to give up a nice room entirely. There's still ways to decorate. The space has to be different now, but remember that each room started out as a double-block layered square box. even a nuclear bunker can have paintings on the wall

[babykittenteach]

Anyway, here’s some positivity. Plant babs. A little leggy because I didn’t account for them sprouting that fast and so didn’t have a lamp set-up, but they’ll be fine. Roselle, hibiscus sabdariffa. You might know them from agua de jamaica or from all your herbal cranberry-flavored teas that actually are mostly made of this. They were my favorite thing I grew last year,

[hal-o-ween]

Cibarius in their new outfit!

[unwritten-fanfiction]

I did a fanart

There's no path of trampled flowers around so I guess they all flew down while in whimsical laying position idk, just don't think about it lol

[holydivers]

in a fascinating statement, municipal code says that outdoor plants must be... kept free of insects.

[milkfroggo]

Gender isn't stored in the pronouns!

[b-blushes]

soooooo silly when you're peeved and the probable reasons are things you can likely fix, but because your vibes are so rancid the idea of Doing Them is the most repulsive thing in the universe. buddy help yourself out you know.

[curseshared]

what color is your aura?

Forest

fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales. your essence is forest: you are insightful and intense, possessed by your thoughts. you seek the impossible; you are pulled between pragmatism and romanticism, never sure which is right. often you rest in the spaces between black and white, lost in theory. you are the observer. you are the hypothesizer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, sage, moss, and teal, who share your deep contemplation. you are also drawn to the imaginative souls navy and amber, who will help you grow and help you let go of the rational. however, you may struggle to get along with the theatrical personalities of magenta and gold who are too loud in their pride.

[urban-homesteading]

Microdosing having a large working farm by owning a single bird and pouring so much money and care into his diet and environment.  My man has a palace and if he could use an N64, I would give him one.

[ofgentleresolve]

# for hyurick in the black knight verse (IF??? THERE'S A CHANGE MYUNGDAE KEEPS HYUK'S NUMBER, I MEAN---IWUEHDHD)

@jeoseungsaja || texting aka the crux of rp ( cell phone headcanons prompt. )

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses

black knight’s phone:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: ♚

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: none but then again all contacts in the black knight’s phone are relatively anonymous. he keeps all of his contact names as symbols and limits the amount of information on there…also the phone is encrypted, the cipher decoder device set to go off to myungdae’s fingerprints so even if someone else were to get a hold of the black knight’s phone, they wouldn’t be able to read it easily.

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: this one! sorry the great a*ce a*ttorney ost gives me black knight vibes. ( pawn and rook both have unique ring tones since he can’t always look at his screen. )

- my muse’s last text to your muse:  “Give your forensics expert a raise. She’s doing your office a favor even if she’s making my job harder.” “Your plant was looking dry too. I watered it.” “Are you trying to kill it, it needs more shade.” “I’ll be back.” ( other things to note: the black knight’s phone also has a deception feature aka if it rings, he can also put a fake contact photo over in case someone is looking over his shoulder. ) ( BONUS ) myungdae’s personal phone:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: .

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: a picture of the picture of hyuk that patrick kept with him over the course of five years. the quality is not that great :/

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: good evening by SHINee

- my muse’s last text to your muse:  [ five years ago ] “Maybe I can visit you once your case finishes up. I’ll have some time before the semester starts. Wasn’t there a beach you wanted to check out?” “We can plan for it next time, Hyuk-ah.”

( bonus, bonus: [ unsent ] “help me” )

[angiestown]

realized a cool life hack if you bake an apple it's still an apple it still counts as eating an apple

[monster-noises]

I started writing another post that did More Details but I lost steam on it but I also don't Don't wanna post about it so I'm gunna talk about some silly Vile things in the Tags that I just spent like 40 mins in front of the mirror coming up with

[not-your-lifeline]

It still hurts to think about the patchwork blanket and a snowman plushie(it was a time-limited merch and also a gift from a ice cream shop clerk) I loved as a child, and how my abusive mother forced me to throw them away 'because she doesn't like them'.

(She also made same excuse when I was teen/adult as she destroyed and threw away my belongings to the trash in front of my eyes.)

Real reason behind that was she just hated watching me being happy, even for a moment.

I wasn't able to be attached to anything after that experience. Especially towards objects or animals. Probably because I thought it's going to be taken away from me eventually.

Those two things were special to me, even if it wasn't expensive or most pretty looking.

I felt somewhat safe under the blanket, hugging that snowman plushie. Even in the chaotic environment I was living in.

But now they're lost to the time, burnt away just like the rest of my 'childhood'.