#lopseed

[silverskull]

Ohio Laundry Room

Chenford Week 2023

Day 1: Inspired by Canon

Amazingly, this fic covers all three points: (one of my) favourite scenes, canon quotes, and season five song.

Whole work below, but also here on AO3. Comments, reblogs and likes are SO VALUED!

It was a dusty shade of green.

Soft avocado; mushy peas; moss stems gripped and plucked from the bottom of an Ohio peat marsh.

The walls were thick - rough cement blocks stacked close together to provide some sort of dampening to the constant rumble of whirring washers.

She’d thought it was a quake hazard - avoided the little room on purpose, having no need of the facilities thus far into her stay.

Then: “Lock the door first.”

Not what she’d envisioned utilising the meet spot for.

They’d mentioned it before, gone over the blueprints of the apartment complex and the map of the block. Decided it was inconspicuous and secure. Nyla had approved it and Metro had agreed. In case of emergency.

“Meet me at the laundry room.”

Relief had flooded through her when he suggested it, her breath finally slowing down and filling her lungs completely, her heart giving one quick squeeze and relaxing its frantic patter.

He’d had incident reports to sign, and she got there first, running into the apartment and peeling off the elegant jumpsuit she’d worn to dinner. Glass had settled in the folds of fabric and now tinkled to the ground as she stripped, sticking to her bare feet like lopseed burrs while she hopped out of one leg, then the other. Her night clothes were nearest  - a soft hoodie and some yoga pants - and, once she’d dressed, she pulled the hood up close around her neck while watching out the window for his lights. 

She’d made him sleep on it - the hoodie - her last night at home.

He’d rolled his eyes and pointed out the pesky lumps of metal on the end of the strings and along the zipper, but even as he said it, he tossed it on the bed, sitting on top of it and pulling her hips in close. She’d laced her hands around his neck and bumped his nose with her own.

“They’re called ‘aglets’.”

He’d had no interest in her trivia, kissing her mouth closed with smiling lips, knocking her knees out from under her and rolling her into the bed with him instead.

She could still just smell him along the seams of the hood, and she inhaled deeply, squeezing her arms against her chest to prolong the scent.

His headlights lit the sidewalk as he turned into her street, pulling into a space in front of the railings. She didn’t wait to see him get out, hurrying to toss some vests and fabric softener into a basket.

He was already folding jeans when she burst in the door. She recognised them too - a pile he’d packed and thrown in the trunk the last time they’d stayed at his house, ready to add to his slowly expanding set of clothing in her bedroom dresser.

But his jeans were just a fleeting thought and she discarded the basket as rapidly as she could, dashing into his arms and burying her nose in his neck.

“That was really scary.”

It was hard to separate the layers of the four words.

That was really scary…

I thought I’d die.

I thought you’d die.

I thought he’d take me away.

I thought they’d take you away.

I thought you’d crack and come looking for me.

I wanted you to come looking for me. (I didn’t want you to come, either.)

I saw you past the gunfire, your face lit up through the windshield by the streetlights: I saw how frightened you were.

I nearly didn’t look away from you in time.

I miss you so. much.

“Yeah, I ‘bout had a heart attack.”

She could still feel his heart against her own, hammering away in his chest, the rapid pulse in his neck at odds with the reserved stillness she’d seen him wear like a mask.

His hands covered the full expanse of her back and she wanted to melt into him, sink into his skin like warm chocolate.

Business first though, and he tried - he really tried - two or three times. But she could see the way his eyes flicked fretfully around her face, his hands twitching at his sides as he restrained himself from reaching for her. He sounded like he was talking about the case, but it kept coming back to her, to her… her control, her boundaries, her safety.

He trusted her beyond doubt - her skill and expertise and ability - but the shooting had shaken something loose and he was struggling to reign himself in. She could see the momentary release he’d had from holding her undoing as she spoke, his arms and neck tightening with anxiety, his shoulders curving under the weight of his fear.

It wasn’t what she’d planned on saying, or doing.

But it was out there, and when she’d said it, she knew it was exactly what both of them needed.

“Lock the door first.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice.

And as the ash-green wall burst into stars before her eyes, she dug her fingers into the warm skin of his back, his hair rough and sweat streaked between her breasts, and one thought lit up her mind like a firework.

It didn’t matter where they were - laundry room or private jet or his tiny office at the station -  because everywhere was better when they were together.

And she always wanted to be with him.

Because she was in love with him.

#ChenfordWeek23 #my fic #chenford

[luciusspriggss]

oh oh! can i have a botanical species plz!

thank you!!

for you i choose Diplacus aurantiacus (formally Mimulus aurantiacus, but we dont need to get into the name change). it is of the Phrymaceae family (lopseed) but is commonly called sticky bush monkeyflower (on account that the corolla looks kind of like a monkey and the leaves are sticky).

it is a small shrub that is found most commonly on cliffs or canyons in western California (and i think western Oregon as well).

the entire plant is technically edible, so useful in a survival situation. however, the leaves can be quite bitter so be careful lol. i also think it can be used medicinally, but exactly how i am unsure.

i chose this flower/shrub for you because your blog brings me great joy and i believe you have impeccable taste in memes that make me laugh. of course i would choose a flower that personally brings me joy whenever i see it!

it was one of the first flowers i found and identified on my own when i was first learning plant identification. i remember when i first saw it on a cliff on the side of the road. i pulled over and ran/climbed up so i could collect a couple samples (to identify with as well as add to my personal herbarium). i am not the most graceful, so it took me a few tries and i did fall quite a bit, but i thought it was funny and i laughed a lot trying so hard to get this specimen (especially when i got back in the car, drove more on the road, and found more specimens that were lower and easier to reach 😭).

i don't know if you remember, but my old account was oldshenanigans and i followed you on there as well. so technically you are probably the person i have followed the longest on this new blog. so yeah, i associate a flower that brings me joy, i have fond memories of, and is one of the first flowers i identified, with you <3

#ask games #thank you for participating #this brought back a lot of fond memories. thank you!! #❤️

[newtsnaturethings]

Sticky monkey flower (Diplacus aurantiacus)

These pretty orange-flowering shrubs are a member of the lopseed family. Apparently some dude said these flowers and thought “these look like monkeys”

I…personally don’t see it 😅 but it’s a funny name and easy to remember cause it’s goofy.

#sticky monkey flower #flowers #shrubs #plant biology #newts thoughts #seriously….where is the monkey #scientists are bad at naming things lol

[thebashfulbotanist]

Phryma leptostachya, lopseed, is a strange little plant. It’s the only plant in its genus, and at this point placed in the family Phyrmaceae, along with monkeyflowers. For a long time, botanists weren’t sure where to put it. Although it’s native and pretty common in eastern and midwestern woodlands and forests in North America, it’s also weirdly enough native to Asia (sometimes these are considered separate species, but it’s not certain if they actually are). Despite its huge range, lopseed isn’t really used by people in any way. It’s a fun find in the forest nonetheless! 

#lopseed #phryma leptostachya #botany #plants of iowa

[usgsbiml]

A sneaky little woodland plant.  Unusual in that it blooms in the summer in the woods, its flowers are small and there must be some complex relationship with the sun for this species to eke out a living in the shade, exploiting gaps, disturbance, treefall and that sort of thing,   It has flowers, but they are quite modest.  Bees visit, but the literature makes it seem that this is infrequent and that there is self-pollination going on too.  More study.  Specimen and picture by Helen Lowe Metzman.  Phryma leptostachya. Lopseed

#savannah #lopseed #corruption #entertainment #lipstick #singsong #organic #floral #design #archdesign #capital #small #mini #alert #carpet #patternsinnature #biodiversity #selfie #usgs

[hisj]

#Phryma_leptostachya subsp. asiatica #lopseed #ハエドクソウ (総社緑地) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEOVPOYpFcI/?igshid=1r6ljww34j5tf

#phryma_leptostachya #lopseed #ハエドクソウ

[incompletepuppets]

lopseed. you wouldn't see me smell mewould you

#submission #cant lope

[damnscribblingwoman]

Can anybody help me in identifying this flower I found by the train tracks? I think it's a monkeyflower, but I may be way off. #nature #flower #plant #lopseed? #Pennsylvanianature #Pennsylvania #Lackawanna #LackawannaCounty #Lackawannarailroad #railroad (at Blakely Borough Park)

#flower #lackawanna #pennsylvania #plant #nature #lackawannacounty #lopseed #railroad #pennsylvanianature #lackawannarailroad

[crognak]

lil Lopseed posse (at The Hendersonville Community Co-op)