said you wanted some happy ideas soo
my friend thought of a lil idea of basil maybe starting a garden with sunny and kel!
basil could teach em about plants and then kel and sunny just plant a bunch of flowers symbolizing love as basil just sits there red-faced
the flower planting love war begins
Hello dear nonnie! Thanks for the ask!! I got a bunch of cute stuff from you guys since yesterday, and it makes me so happy!! I love this so much, and I’m actually going to make it a continuation of Flowers or Consequences, because honestly? That’s one of my favorite headcanons that I’ve done. @mr-random-artist made me cute art for it, and I just love it so much. So! Here’s part two
Basil loves his friends. He loves his friends so very much...but they’re weirdos. The first time he sees Sunny and Kel trying to snack on his rhododendron plants, he suitably freaks out at them. They think he’s upset about the fact that they’re eating flowers, but he’s more upset at the fact that its rhododendrons. Which are poison
“Those are toxic. You know those are toxic right. Please tell me you know they’re toxic.” “Uncomfortable silence from Kel and Sunny” “How many of these have you eaten??”
Basil had (thankfully) caught them before they had eaten any rhododendrons, but then he learns that this is in fact not a new thing, but something they’ve been doing together for y e a r s.
Now see here’s the thing. Basil might not have caught them mid-game, but he absolutely saw the aftermath all throughout their childhood. He would see a random petal plucked from a fresh tulip, an entire bloom gone from a rose bush, and he would never know what went wrong. It used to keep him up at night as a child thinking about his poor flowers and how some of them ended up petal-less.
The natural most logical conclusion his seven year old mind came up with was fairies.
His grandmother used to tell him stories about the fae and the fair folk. She would sit on the couch and crochet blankets and weave tales for him about the nimble little fae that would hop onto tree branches and steal away little children who didn’t lock their windows. They were just stories she was passing down from her own grandmother, but Basil treated each word as law.
Even in his teen years he still will not walk through circles of stones or mushrooms, and he still continues to go by Basil even though that isn’t his actual name. He isn’t even sure that his friends know his birth name is not Basil.
But as a child when he saw the flowers his friends had destroyed in their game, he had thought it was the fae teaching him a lesson. Basil used to leave out thimbles of milk, try to bribe them with gifts and apologies and all along the fair folk that were terrorizing him was his two best friends and the world’s stupidest game.
After reminding them that there were definitely plants they defintiely should not consume in his garden and giving them both a piece of his mind about the near constant anxiety he had as a child finding the marred flowers, he had to laugh at how ridiculous it all was.
Kel and Sunny were semi apologetic (It was hard to feel bad when Basil was kneeling on the ground howling in laughter) and they both agreed to make it up to Basil in whatever way he wanted.
It turned out Basil wanted free manual labor. He had an idea for a raised flowerbed section in the back of his garden, but he didn’t have the strength to build it himself.
Kel practically tripped over the opportunity, and he immediately began to make plans for how best to design a stepped bed next to the low stone wall in the back. As Kel bounded towards the area and began to ramble about wood sizes and mulch, Sunny leaned against Basil in a silent apology.
Basil felt his heart start to race and a heavy blush settled on his cheeks. He wasn’t actually mad, and he certainly didn’t need help to build his garden further, but the thought of having the two of them around indefinitely to be there with him was certainly worth the price of a few flowers.
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Ok, hear me out ... I think the Billie eilish thing might be more complicated than some radfems are making it out to be. First of all I wanna make it very clear that I do think it’s awful that she felt the need to jump on the hypersexuality bandwagon, I’m not by any means saying that I think it was an empowering choice or any libfem bs like that, but I do wonder if maybe her really intentionally wearing big, baggy clothes all the time before this wasn’t really a free choice either. I don’t know much about her and honestly didn’t care much until this, so I’m just going based on what I’ve been reading about her today, but it seems very clear that the main reason she dressed the way she did before was to avoid the male gaze, which is obviously understandable but is also not what I would consider a free choice. If the only reason you’re wearing something is because you don’t want men to sexualize you, is that any more of a free choice than wearing something for male approval? I’m just thinking about it as it relates to my own experience with revealing clothes vs. “modest” clothes or whatever you wanna call them. I live somewhere where we have really long, really hot summers, and honestly the most comfortable clothes to wear during those months are revealing clothes. I would love to wear short shorts and tank tops and sundresses that barely cover anything. That’s genuinely what is most comfortable and practical for that weather. But I usually don’t because I feel uncomfortable with the male attention that wearing comfortable, weather-appropriate clothes brings. In a world without men I would almost certainly wear rly revealing clothes a lot of the time just bc they’re more comfortable in many situations. So part of me kind of wonders if she has maybe experienced similar feelings... like maybe the baggy clothes were not what she liked and felt most comfortable in. Maybe she is just sick of putting so much energy into avoiding the male gaze and wants to be able to wear whatever feels most comfortable. I think what’s problematic is that she felt the need to go all the way to the other extreme and hypersexualize herself instead. I feel like that’s the biggest problem here; your 2 options as a woman, especially a woman in the public eye, are to either embrace the male gaze and hypersexualise yourself/allow yourself to be hypersexualised, or make a very deliberate point to hide from the male gaze at all times even if it means restricting yourself and not wearing/doing things that you like and that may be more physically comfortable. You can’t just exist in the middle. The only way to avoid being sexualized by men is to hide yourself (and even that doesn’t entirely stop them) and I feel like that is the biggest problem with all of this. It’s a lose lose. Women can’t just be themselves with men around. You’re either on display or you’re hidden. Again this isn’t a defense of this photo shoot or the way people are praising it and talking about it as if it’s empowering. I entirely disagree with that. But I do think we also need to talk about how she probably was genuinely fed up with feeling like she always had to cover herself just to avoid male attention. I can see how a young woman might be tired of feeling the need to hide her body and, having probably not been exposed to any feminism aside from liberal feminism, might think that embracing objectification and sexualization is an empowering alternative to that. It probably does feel empowering at first to be comfortable showing some skin after hiding your body for so long. I know at the end of the day this shoot/changing her whole look probably wasn’t rly her choice at all it was probably all her managers etc but if it was her choice, I feel like I can kind of understand the mindset behind it and I think it may be more complicated than just the usual hypersexualization of female celebrities.
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