It’s always a wise choice to clean up newly bought succulents.
1) Throw away the soil! (I always do this because who knows what kind of succulents killer is hiding within?! Plus the soil succulents sellers prepared often lacks certain crucial material. You just got to know the type of soil your supplier use very well.
2) Pluck out any dead/ soon dead/ jellyfied leaves. They are no no!
3) Completely submerge your succulents in water (you can add some pesticide/ anti-fungal drops if you wish to, just make sure that the chemical you use isn’t too strong to harm your cash-turned-succulents) every five to ten minutes, take them out and let them breath for another five, then repeat for as long as you like. After you are done with the whole submerging your cash thing, wait for them to dry up and they will be ready to be potted the next day.
Trust me. TRUST ME. ALWAYS ALWAYS clean up
and do some pest/ fungi prevention right after buying them. It will save up a lot of your time and money trying to save their asses in the future. Well if they are really cheap and you have not much time they can still survive for some time even if you don’t bring them to swimming lessons (but it’s totally not good for them in the long run) plus using pesticides and fungicides is always bad I never said this
Request: @supers16 I sincerely apologize for the lack of material, I just have been so stressed out since I had so much school work and then I was on vacation. I hope you can forgive me!! Also sorry of this is kind of bad, I have to work myself back into the writing style.
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It was a windy day in December when you discovered the truth about Peter Parker.
Snow littered the streets of Queens, the freezing white pellets swirled among the air above you head before drifting towards the ground. They landed upon the thin layer of ice beneath your feet, disappearing in the millions of other snowflakes that littered the floor. You smiled softly, turning your face to gaze upon the white sky. You laughed softly as the cold white flakes landed on your nose, tickling your skin.
Most people of the city despised this time of year: the icy streets caused difficulty when driving, the snow had to be shoveled out of the driveway every morning and the temperature often dropped beneath zero. However, you loved Winter. The purity of the snow and the sight of the Earth covered by a soft blanket of stainless white always seemed breathtaking. You loved to take walks in the cold, gloves and five layers of shirts already placed upon you figure. Even when you breathed and a small puff of white erupted from your lips, you still smiled happily.
Maybe the reason you loved Winter so much was because it was a metaphor for the way you felt: the soft, pure snow covering a chaotic Earth. It could symbolize the way you covered yourself with a mask every time you entered the world. Or possibly it illustrated the way you hide you identity underneath a costume and a hood every time you left to fight crime.
Or it was probably just that school got canceled every other day.
Stepping into Peter’s apartment and shaking the leftover snow from your shoulders, you smiled as you used your powers to heat up your body. A warming feeling flowed throughout your body, warming up your cold skin. It was difficult to keep the flames at bay, but you were able to control enough of your powers so that you did not burn the rest of your clothing.
Stepping into the elevator, you pulled your backpack higher up on your shoulder and fiddled with the strings of your coat. You were happy that you were finally able to see your boyfriend again; it had been a week or so since the last time you had seen him. Since the buildings were snowed in, you were not able to escape your room in order to meet your loving boyfriend of a year. Smiling at the possibility, you shifted on your feet, pushing the weight from one side to the other. It took a few moments for you to calm down, the excitement rising to your cheeks. The skin turned pink, well - pinker than it had been due to the cold.
When you stepped out of the machine, you maneuvered your way to Peter’s door, not bothering to knock on the dark wood. You had known Aunt May and Peter long enough to not have to wait outside his door.
Stepping into the warm apartment, you shook off your snow-covered coat. Letting the hotter air seep into the colder areas of your body. You smiled as you turned around the face May, who stood in the kitchen, cooking something that you could not see.
“Hey, May!” You exclaimed happily, “How have you been? Peter hasn’t been giving you trouble without me here, has he?” Aunt May turned at the sound of your chirpy voice, a smile glowing brightly on her face, “Hey! I’m great, thank you for asking. Peter has been a bit antsy this past week, and I probably could blame it on the lack of your presence.” A small smirk made its way onto her face as she spoke. Ever since she joined social media, she had discovered ‘shipping’ and would not stop telling you and Peter how much she ‘shipped’ the two of you together.
Wade Wilson also had some input on said topic, although you never knew about said anti-hero sneaking into Peter’s apartment.
You grinned at May, a blush overtaking your features as you began speaking, “Well I hope being here makes him a little less anxious.”
May laughed brightly before making your way to Peter’s room, sliding your backpack off your shoulders as you did so. When you reached his door, you stopped in your tracks as voices were heard from the interior of his room. Slowing, you placed a hand on the wall to steady yourself and leaned closer to the door, hoping to make out some of the words echoing around his small room.
“- and you haven’t told her about this yet?” An unfamiliar voice erupted from behind the thin wall.
“No, she doesn’t know. I don’t think I can tell her because I know she will want to get involved and I can’t let her get hurt because of me.” The voice that spoke such words was Peter, but he seemed much more anxious than usual.
You stepped closer to the door, trying to identify the second voice. It scared you to know that Peter was living a life behind your back. Was he cheating on you? Or was he involved in something that could threaten his life? It seemed pretty out-of-the-box, seeing as Peter was an innocent kid, he even dumpster dived in order to find the electronics he wanted. Just the thought of Peter being involved in something dangerous seemed illogical.
However, there were mysterious signs that you had to factor into the equation. Peter often did come home late at night with colorful bruises on his body; you had to patch him up sometimes. He tried to blame it on bullies, but you knew that this was far worse than anything Flash could ever do.
“You’re going to have to tell her at some point, kid,” the mysterious, unidentified voice muttered, “I mean, I’m even surprised you’ve kept this a secret for so long!”
Your stomach sank at the words. How long had Peter been hiding this from you?
“I know, I know! It’s just that keeping this under the rug is the only thing that reminds me that she is safe. There are so many guys out there that would love to get her hands on her because they know that she’s my weakness, but I can’t let that happen. Spider-Man can’t have weaknesses. It will only end up hurting her and I don’t want that. I know it sounds cliche, but I don’t know what I would do if she was hurt because of me. I mean out there, there are tons of people that get hurt all the time, some of them are even my friends, but not her. I can’t let her get hurt.”
You pulled your hand away from the door at the revelation; Peter Parker was Spider-Man? The evidence did overlap in some areas that could have caused you to draw this conclusion, but you would have never believed it! After hearing it straight from Peter’s mouth, you did not know what to think.
Of course, you had been keeping quite a similar secret from Peter as well.
You had been using your power to save people too, just not as much as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. There was the occasional robbery or theft that needed to be taken care of, but you never went as far as masking yourself to save the city. That was Spider-Man’s job.
Sinking back into the wall, you continued to listen to the pair’s conversation, “It sounds like you love her, kid.”
“Yeah, I know it sounds dumb. I mean I am only seventeen, but she’s just different. I can’t think straight when I’m around her; everything just kind of fogs up and I stumble over my words - more than usual. She’s too pure and innocent for this kind of stuff, Tony. Gosh, she’s the love of my life,” Peter sighed.
“I understand,” Tony Stark replied, “Just keep an eye out for her, alright. I have to go, but I’ll talk to you later, kid, alright?”
You didn’t hear a reply, so you assumed that Peter had nodded his head. Your stomach and heart were feeling fuzzy, despite the revelation that your best friend and boyfriend was Spider-Man. After his speech about his love for you, heat had risen to your cheeks and you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. A warm feeling had risen in your body, and this time you couldn’t blame it on your fire manifestation; this was something different.
Raising a hand to knock on his door, you decided not to confront Peter on his abilities just yet.
You had something different planned.
The next night, you knew Peter would be out patrolling the city, monitoring the streets to make sure everyone was safe. This was the moment you had waited for, the moment you would confront Peter and reveal your powers as well.
It was difficult to track him at first, seeing as he could swing around the city and you were stuck running on the concrete. However, once you heard the robbery taking place a block over, you knew exactly where to go. Pushing off your heels, you sprinted in the direction of the building. Your leggings pulled tight against your skin and you thanked yourself for deciding not to wear jeans.
When you arrived at the building, you spotted four men holding stuffed bags. Their bodies were taught, obviously having packed on the muscle to pull this heist. You, however, were not intimidated.
As soon as the flash of red and blue passed your eyesight, you were running towards the scene. Spider-Man had arrived on scene and was ready for a fight; so were you.
“Hey guys!” Peter spoke, his voice muffled by the mask, “Nice masks, they really compliment the rest of your outfits. Except for you, big guy, you might want to rethink the red, it’s kind of my thing.”
You giggle at your goof of a boyfriend before watching as he used the web-shooters on his wrists to capture the first two men. You did not interfere until you saw the fourth man draw a gun on Peter. Stepping forward, you raised your hands and let a burst of flame exit your fingertip, covering the gun-wielder’s hand. He screeched in pain, dropping the sleek gun, grabbing his hand as he groveled in pain.
As Spider-Man took care of the last burglar, he turned to face you with surprise evident on his face.
“Hey, babe,” You smiled giddily, laughing when Peter’s eyes narrowed in confusion.
“What-” He muttered, “I’m so confused - that was you?”
You smiled and raised you hands, letting little flames overtake the fingertips, shuddering as the warmth flowed through your frame.
Peter nodded slightly, “How did you-”
He was cut off when you interrupted his question, “I heard you and Tony talking yesterday.”
If Peter had not been wearing the mask, you swore he would as red as the suit by this point.
“So you heard-”
“You bet I did,” You giggled, “But I think you’ll be happy to know that I feel the same way about you.”
You took a step forward, placing your hands on the underside of the mask, pulling it up enough so that you could access his lips. You giggled as you placed your lips onto his, sighing as you felt the spark that appeared every time you touched him. You moved your lips slowly, coaxing Peter to fall from his stupor and kiss you back. Laughing when he finally did, Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to his frame. A shiver ran down your spine as your body fit perfectly into his, like two puzzle pieces that were incomplete without each other. Peter sighed, raking one of his hands through your hair, eliciting a small moan from your mouth.
When you finally pulled away, the both of you were giddy. Smiles present and blushes adorning both your cheeks, you leaned up to press a kiss to his flaming skin.
“What do you say, Spider-Man, want to take the love of your life for a spin around the city?”
Peter chuckled before grabbing you by the hips and hoisting you into the air and shooting a web into the sky, “Gladly.”
When you lack material things, it’s then that you are left with no choice but to find everything within. Everything may appear empty without, but you are full within. The soul is within; ego is without. So really, in higher truth, external matters mean little for they are only temporary. Never identify yourself with something temporary. And remember, as long as you live from your heart, you lack nothing. Better to be a body full of love, then an empty body surrounded by things.
Sunday marks 99 years since Jack Kirby was born on August 28, 1917. To celebrate the birthday weekend, I’ve assembled visual timeline of what Lee & Kirby looked like through the ages.
Note that Stan Lee didn’t start sporting the mustache until Jack Kirby left. Any depiction of Marvel in the ‘60s that shows Lee with a mustache is inaccurate.
When Colleen Doran was illustrating Amazing Fantastic Incredible: A Marvelous Memoir, I don’t know whether Lee requested she draw the mustache during that period or if it was just down a lack of research materials, but it kind of complimented the inaccuracy of Stan Lee’s memories.
Hyppolite was a third generation vodou houngan (priest) and self taught artist who started painting late in life; lacking materials Hyppolite initially used chicken feathers and his fingers to compose his work which centered on the loa, the spirit deities of vodou.
Erzulie is the loa of love and sexuality. In the complicated syncretic spirit religion of vodou she is associated with flowers, jewelry and luxury; however in other aspects Erzulie is also identified with the Mater Dolorosa, while at the same time being the patron loa of lesbians.