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I saw an amazing rose while out walking and decided it needed a tenant. Ink and Mei Liang watercolours in Paperblanks journal. #penandwatercolor #watercolour #flowersofinstagram #flowerillustration #flowerpeople #tinypeople #botanicalillustration #fantasyillustration #paperblanks #peopleofpaperblanks #sketchbook #journal #naturejournal https://www.instagram.com/p/CXBbOFzIKi7/?utm_medium=tumblr

[litca]

Otra Primavera by Litca

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Humans are weird

There were humans in the palace. Nyadina felt the vertebrae petals that ran down her back unfurl and curve up towards the sun and hastily flattened them down. It wouldn’t do to flaunt her excitement like a sapling that hadn’t seen its first winter. 

Nyadina hadn’t got to meet humans last time they came, she had been barely more than a sprout, but everyone knew that this was time was the important one. This time the humans were here to discuss a trade deal with the Florauna! Nyadina had never seen her siblings so exited, or their parent so busy. They had even arrived just in time for the sporing! And everyone knew that that was the most beautiful festival in the seven galaxies. Nyadina crept closer and peered round the door to the humans’ room. 

There were three in there. Two dressed in the dark blue that humans assigned to ‘male’ and one in red. The red ‘female’ was arguing with one of the males while the other laughed. 

“Take it off.” The Woman snapped, “You’re being I’m not wearing mine and i’m perfectly fine. You’re going to insult -”

“Ahem.” The unhelmeted male said pointedly, nodding in Nyadina’s direction. Nyadina squeaked and jumped back behind the corner. Before peeking round again. 

“I’m very sorry we bothered you.” the female said, “I’m Amber, and these two morons are Sarah,” - she pointed to one male - “and Dan.” She glared at the helmeted one who folded his arms and presumably glared back from behind the tinted glass. 

Nyadina wondered if the Amber was the human blooms centerpiece as her parent was the Forauna’s but it seemed rude to ask. She fluttered her hands nervously. “The air is safe.” She assured them. “There is no danger in removing the helmet.”

 “Hah.” Dan laughed, “Not bloody likely, I’m staying in here where it’s safe.” 

“Oh shut it.” Sarah snapped, waking Dan on the arm. “Ignore him. He’s just bitter cause my immune system is superior.” 

Immune system? Had the human been injured? 

“Ignore both of them.” Said Amber, “They’re just-” She broke off with a truly awful noise, bending fowards as her body convulsed and the noise came again. 

Nyadina’s crown petals flared out in alarm. What was wrong with the human? Had someone poisoned them? But who would be so twisted as to poison someone during the sporing? 

“I am so sorry about that.” Amber said, glancing up at Nyadina, “Hay-fever.” 

[valeriebastille]

Last #wip of this one before the end 💦 today’s motto : “finished, not perfect” 😤 hope you like the little flower people 🌸💗✨✨✨

[ehwheredidgo]

stuff

[historyffp]

What's a Flower Person?

A "flower person", as a personal metaphor of mine, is an individual who survived mandatory history classes but didn't actually learn much about historical scholarship. They bloomed, and they're beautiful as all people can be, but their stems are of varying levels of toughness. Are their stems enough to keep them standing, just as society wanted them to be? For a number of them, sure, but others, not so much. Some of these individuals grew large flowers of historical knowledge, but they lack understanding on how to apply that knowledge to everyday tasks. They never learned about the cultural and social aspects that led to those dates they memorized. They were taught that all history is about is memorizing when and what happened in the past. As far as I know, that isn't what historical study is about, and it isn't why studying history is important.

A "flower person", as I was, many years ago when I was determined to be a science major --- despite finding the sciences too easy and, while intriguing to a point, growing increasingly lackadaisical in my studies --- might think that there is no point in teaching or studying history. They might believe the historical field is like a fish on a dock, or one trapping amongst an oil pond, practically swimming dead in the water. 'Studying the past to not make the same mistakes in the future' is a wonderful idea, but the concept seems flimsy and unimportant compared to high-education, high-pay, and high-exhausting areas like neuroscience, nuclear physics, or general surgeon-ing.

A "flower person", as I like to call it, has a pretty, intelligent head, but lacks an in-depth understanding of what makes the historical field so important. And, frankly, what makes scholarship and academic study in general so important. A "flower person" never thought to study or examine what they learned so tortuously in common education deeply enough to grow into a tree with wide-reaching roots that can sustain itself for generations to come. For most of these "flower people", they never had a chance to.

To put this in more simple terms, as this is a blog for the common, everyday joe who doesn't have time nor care to read a bunch of flowery language --- (did ya get the pun there?) --- as so many people like to say, common education has failed you. In so many ways. And this blog is about why historical study is actually important. And how. And if you don't really agree with that or just stopped by because you like history in general, there's some fun facts and discussions of scholarly topics too. Mostly in layman's terms. Because it gets really tiring writing concisely and like I know what I'm talking about when sometimes no one knows what we're talking about and we're just trying to make things work with the information we have.

So yeah. Hi! And welcome to the historical garden for all of those "flower people" out there. So happy to meet other people like me, and hopefully we can all grow as individuals through the study of history together : )

[poetrybyn1yah]

flower people

Pick them

Choose them, love them,

Modify them for your custom creations.

All for you, all for you.

Daisies with wilted petals

Roses with tattered stems.

I’m slowly dying inside

All because you didn’t pick me.

You picked the warm chrysanthemum

That shimmers in the light

When I’m gazing at you pick it,

A lively beautiful flower that’s alive and well.

Not the crusty flower that has more to offer,

Than life itself.

[andrevelhocabral]

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