#longggg

[shirmir]

can’t stop thinking about this

[unnerving-presence]

Playing fnaf music while playing Springtrap is goated, never change

thank you anon i have an entire fnaf song playlist just for playign springtrap

[coyging]

[ipomoea-batatas]

Random and unorganized thoughts™ about houseplants and OMFD

As a longtime hobbyist and plant professional, I’ve had a lot of these thoughts kicking around my head and adhd brain decided that 12:30 AM was the time, so here we gooo

Disclaimer: I have no formal horticultural training or anything, I’m just someone with a deep love of houseplants and a ND brain prone to info diving, who has managed a plant shop for a few years. This is just a combination of stuff I already knew and some light googling. Also between last night’s supermoon and Ao3 being down I am TIRED so a lot of this might be totally incoherent. Sryyyy

While people have always kept potted plants (usually for medicinal or culinary reasons), the species we commonly keep as houseplants became known to Europeans for the same reasons that piracy flourished—colonization and imperialism. the vast majority of common houseplants are tropical understory plants endemic to Asia, Africa, and the Americas. Plants are just another thing white people took during this period.

Botany as we know it in the Western world would well and truly become A Thing roughly twenty years after the events of OFMD, when Carl Linnaeus published the Systema Naturae in 1737 (Stede is a little ahead of his time with his whole Gentleman Naturalist persona). By the end of the 18th century, botanic gardens were also very much a thing, showcasing the new Linnaean classification system, as well as “rare” and “exotic” specimens Europeans had taken from colonized places.

Linnaeus’s Systema Naturae was what made binomial Latin naming (scientific names) a thing, so Stede giving the scientific name of the moth is anachronistic (although one of the least anachronistic things on the show—again, only off by about twenty years).

Buttons is also ahead of his time here, giving the scientific name for Bluefish, but if OFMD tried to tell me that Buttons was Linnaeus’s long-lost father I would absolutely not question it

(Btw, the scientific name Stede gives for the moth is a slightly altered version of a real moth that does exist, but wasn’t formally described in scientific publications until decades later. The common name he gives is totally made up.)

I can’t quite identify the species of fern Stede loots from the fisherman, but ferns are considered generally pretty finicky houseplants today. They need to be kept lightly moist without being soggy, and most species prefer greenhouse/terrarium levels of humidity that can be hard to replicate in modern homes. Interestingly, ferns were incredibly popular houseplants in the past, since older homes didn’t have our insulation or HVAC systems and were less dry. So it is a good choice for an 18th century ship in the Caribbean, which I have to imagine would be quite a warm and moist location. (Fern collecting, specifically, was a trend in the Victorian era, as was the rise of the Gentleman Gardener, where wealthy men would have things like canes with secret pruning shears that popped out of the end. Stede would have loved it.)

A fern is also a poignant symbolic choice because, as previously noted, these are not plants you can just set and forget—they need frequent, steady watering, and on a ship I have to imagine that would be a small but important sacrifice, using fresh water stores!(They are also lower light plants that can’t tolerate full sun—good for Stede’s cabin, which is not the MOST brightly lit during the day—and symbolic of an interior life that we don’t bring out into the light.) The idea of choosing to nurture yourself and those in your community in small but important ways certainly resonates with the themes of the show.

THAUMATOPHYLLUM BIPINNATIFIDUM

The way we classify plants has changed a lot since Linnaeus. Back then, plants were classified based on apparent shared characteristics, which was limited by the technology of the time—people were making calls based on field drawings, or pressed and dried samples, so they got a lot of things wrong. Today, DNA technology has cleared up a lot of things, and as a result, plants get moved from one genus to another, or whole new genera get created.

One example is one of the plants you can see plenty of during the treasure hunt—Thaumatophyllum bipinnatifidum, formerly known as Philodendron bipinnatifidum. This change was only made in 2018, so you’ll still see it listed as Philodendron in most plant shops. (All plants in Thaumatophyllum were formerly members of a subgenus of Philodendron.)

Another annoying thing about colonial-era plant naming that still keeps certain plant shop managers named me up at night over three centuries later: sometimes colonial dickfucks would both “discover” the same plant and give it different names (often naming after themselves, ofc). So to this day, we’re striking redundancies from the record. This happened (before the genera switch) with the above-mentioned species Philodendron bipinnatifidum and Philodendron selloum, which is why you also still see this plant sold as Philodendron selloum. (In case you’re wondering, when this happens, whichever species was formally described first gets to take over the name.)

This species is actually from South America, but has naturalized all over the place, including Florida, so it doesn’t strike me as out of place in those scenes. I’m not certain of when naturalization would have occured, but I can guess that colonization and trade sped it right along.

[vintagedolan]

can we have a mixtape sneak peek? I miss Indy and Gray 🥺

:)

[spicysuccubus999]

I miss thrifting :’(

[pandasingle]

hesinmycorner reblogged your post “The mun rises from the dead...”

Panda was currently at another anime convention. He was alone at it due to both of his brothers already having plans.

Standing with a slightly tight Asuka plug suit on; this was kind of a bummer. But he was still managing to have a nice time taking pictures with other people and even buy manga from some of the people selling at booths!

As he was walking he managed to crash into a complete stranger with full force!

His various manga now spread across him on the floor.

“Ugh....”

Slowly getting up he rubbed his head and gave a light groan; his eyes quickly flashing wide and a worried look spread on his face as he saw the other.

“O-Oh my gosh! I’m....uh....I’m sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going and...”

He began to try and come up with a good enough excuse to provide to the other but nothing was coming to him and it was beginning to make him panic.

[i-hope-you-see-it-too]

words at a wedding

I watched my old love process with her bride through the theatre, touched with fragile light as even dry ice held its breath, right there, in the royle sunset air -

The two year old ring bearer, forced into a tux we all gasped at, did kick the cushion off stage before a small adventure, but then his big brother hoisted him up, to pass the ring to their sister. And I know they were on stage, as they dedicated their words, but they looked so small, so volatile, as if any second now ~ they would transcend these puppets and become entities of might and love - Maybe they are just young, and a life of anxiety and stress had left their chests weaker than what was inside them. But I couldn’t help look at the stage and hear them thrum as they looked shyly at each other’s hands, caught each other as they tottered, and kissed the other into beaming applause. I watched my old love dance - in pyjamas - with friends I had heard echoes of in old tales, who set the lights into relief with their brightness I hadn’t heard Rosa’s voice in 3 years, and had met Raya through a tentative invitation on messenger, when I was denying the existence of anything outside Brum. And here I was, dancing to ABBA in West Yorkshire, with people who breathed compassion and rebellion and whose names were legends to me 4 years ago And we’re dancing to Agga Do, and acting out summer nights, and then the fucking Kaiser Chiefs play and 13 year old me hurtles back into my bones - Except I dance better than he could And I look at the dance floor I’m still the person who hates Mr Brightside, because its so overrated, and I’m still the person who would jump to it, to honour the host, and I’m still the boy who cried when Rosa sang it, because its the most beautiful song in the world. And I look at the cardboard cut-out of Jeremy Fucking Corbyn and I’m still the person who found hating on old dead woman uncomfortable, I’m still the edge lord who wrote ‘dislike’ over an I hate thatcher badge, and I still want to drag her up through the meat grinders of hell and make her feel the pain her callous fingers inflicted. And I’m dancing and I’m singing and meeting and hugging the brides and I am everyone I’ve ever loved, everyplace I’ve lived, Everyone I have ever been , I am a cauldron and a forge, I am a cold moor and a warm valley, I am the chime and stir of a trumpet, I am hot chocolate on a bleeding day, and vodka and wine huddled into a corner And I look at the brides And I look at us, the honoured guests. Their cherished memories, their homes and their adventures, a reflection of their love and their history on this blooming day. The gleaming contradictions stand nobly, and ring, through the poetry they read in the hall. My lungs are rocking and my heart is stumbling as I weep with pride And I look at the brides And my god. My absentee, christian god. My murderous, fulfilling, atheist, benevolent god. My buried god. Life Is Beautiful.