Hanahaki disease headcanon/ extended idea

HANAHAKI DISEASE is one of my favorite fictional diseases. But I’d like to see it explored in different ways.

It is an illness borne from UNREQUITED LOVE that causes flowers to grow in the lungs. The sick person will cough up petals with increasing frequency until they suffocate to death with the flowers fillings their chest.

There is two ways to cure it: first, the love must be reciprocated. The other way is to remove the flowers with a surgery that will also remove all the memories and feelings and the tricky part is that this procedure is PERMANENT. The person will never be able to fall in love for that one person again. 

I see it as a MAGICAL kind of TUBERCULOSIS (or  Consumption) because of the dramatic impact and influence this particularly infection disease had in popular culture. [Today it was replaced by leukemia, I think.]

It bothers me that you can cure a MAGICAL DISEASE with SCIENCE (by having a surgery!). The person is coughing flowers! You can’t cure it with a scalpel! Ok, you CAN, but maybe you shouldn’t…?… 

[The best attempt of using science to cure a broken heart goes to “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. Great movie! I also think the same principle could be used for the Hanahaki disease]

I know that this surgery is also kind of magic because it removes something intangible, but I like to think that since there are different types of TB, maybe there are different types of Hanahaki disease. Therefore, you can treat each type with a different approach.

Like, instead of surgery, the person could swallow a bunch of CATERPILLARS that would grow and eat the flowers. When the person coughs the butterflies, he/she will be cured from the disease. In worse cases of unrequited love the person could use leaf-cutter ANTS and then, after the ants do their job, lure them out by sleeping with a plate of sugar near the person’s bedhead. So you would have to see the kind of flower the person is coughing to choose the kind of insect to use, or what method would be the best to use .

[Or maybe instead of coughing petals, the person could throw up butterflies that where living in theirs stomach since they felt in love!]

Water with salt and vinegar or other kinds of homemade herbicides could also kill the flowers… and the person wouldn’t be able to fall in love for some time after that.

The idea is so full of possibilities! 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Lipstick City (Sashea Lesbian AU) by Oxford

 AN: So it’s been a minute. This is the longest fic I’ve ever written at 13K+ and honestly I could have kept going despite it being piss poor in quality. I’m not too satisfied with the ending but it’ll do for the purposes of not going on and on forever! This is inspired by Lipstick City, set a year after the events of the film. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. - Oxford 

Keep reading

bloomsnake  asked:

TANGENT: I also am a lover of Cool Bugs and have also visited the New Orleans Bug Zoo. What was your FAVORITE BUG there and also did you try the edible insect demonstration??!?!?!?!?!? Also, favorite bug(s) in general?


Also, my favorite room was the one styled like a Japanese garden where there are butterflies and birds free flying everywhere. My favorite BUG was the leaf-cutter ants, which I’ve always been fascinated by.

El Picacho

September 17

Day 25: I would not classify waking up at 4:20 as part of a relaxing Sunday morning. But this morning, falling out of bed at this a nonsensical hour, was worth it. At 4:55, Samuel’s car was waiting outside my house. I mumbled a quick goodbye to a slightly confused Antonio as I stepped out into the night and made my way to the car. Still too groggy for small talk, I only managed to get a few words out before we picked Oscar and Laura up to accompany us on this early bird adventure. 

Our destination: el Picacho, one of the many foothill mountains situated on the edge of the valley. A large white cross rests at the top. From the bottom of the trail, the cross looked as unattainable to reach as the clouds. But we began the climb nonetheless. Up we went, stepping over rocks and colonies of leaf cutter ants along the way. The trail rested on a steep and exposed ridge line, providing us with a view of the mountains and the city for the entirety of the hike. 

We began walking guided by the light of Oscar’s phone. By the time we reached the top, the path was lit by the distant sun, attempting to reach its tendrils of light through the heavy clouds. Everything, bathed in a soft hazy glow. Still sleepy and now breathless, we finally reached the cross. The city lights contrasting the dark night were slowly fading to reveal the expansive valley. The entire landscape tucked under a blanket of green.

The sun never succeeded in breaking through the clouds across the valley as it rose. But it did dust them in a blushing of pink, as if in a declaration of acceptance. We sat for a while at the top, soaking in the landscape as Samuel took photos. I could have stayed up there all day, transfixed by the beauty. But we eventually began the decent. The new trail cut down the other side of the mountain, providing more breathtaking views of the grand peaks sloping upwards from the valley. 

The trail spilt out onto a rocky road about halfway down at a stand vending fresh squeezed orange juice. I was perplexed by this juice bar, stationed in such a peculiar location. But light was quickly shed on the subject as we sat on a bamboo bench, sipping juice, and watching a rapidly growing number of joggers and cyclists make their way up the road. Many stopped here to rest and quench their thirst with the fresh juice. We strolled along the road for the final portion of our hike. Samuel and Oscar in front speaking Spanish, and Laura and I behind speaking English. It was a wonderful way to end our early morning undertaking.      

We arrived at the car at 7:30. The revitalizing energy given to me by the view rapidly disintegrated and I was heavy lidded and yawning once again. But the sleepy drive home was nice. I watched the houses, lit for the first time, blur by as we drove. The voice of Glenn Frey briefly transported me home as I remembered the many times my dad has filled our house with the beat of Hotel California. Antonio greeted me upon my return as I stepped through the door. I said hello, went into my room, and promptly fell asleep.  

anexor  asked:

When you have a moment, what would you say is the Leafcutter ants' relationship with the exiled Mantis?

They don’t have one
The leaf cutter ants are basically fucking Ninjas. They even shoot leaf shurikens. They’re highly adaptable and can move quickly and effectively without anyone noticing, more so than the other species. If a traitor Did find them they would most likely pay them no mind due to their often skittish and passive nature. Basically they don’t care

bigotedsjw  asked:

Are humans the only creatures on earth who deliberately raise crops and animals for their own benefit? Can apes or cetaceans learn agriculture or husbandry/ have there been any attempts to teach? Are they just unable to plan long term enough to do, say, crop cycling?

This is a great question! Specific ant species have achieved both of these miraculous feats. Leaf-cutter ants have learned to farm certain leaves in order to harvest fungus that grows on plants for their own sustenance. Other species of ants herd groups of aphids and ‘milk’ them for the sugar water that they produce - that is to say, the ants protect the aphids from other predators in order to feed off of their secretions. There are other examples, to be sure - but I’m always impressed that invertebrates, as unassuming as they may be, have been able to accomplish what we vertebrates assume to be activities of more evolved creatures.