#╰☆{ limerick green

[larrylimericks]

12Jul24

Three hundred and fifty-six days Since last we saw Harry on stage, But tonight a duet! For Ms. Nicks’ Hyde Park set, And a Songbird who’s now flown away.

[theotherklm]

[hautecouturehues]

[ghostofnuggetspast]

Shamrocks at Christmas

One thinks that this form* harks of greens, As it hails from the Ireland scenes. Well, green is quite pretty, And red needs no pity. John looks good in both with his jeans. *limericks, silly

More on a03!

[ephemeralskies]

Limerick, Ireland

[k00291991]

Disrupt

Week 6

To continue progress from my Adobe workshop I created this video to show the different ways clothes can feel on the body. One of my peers was wearing a neon yellow jumper which worked very well as a green screen so I asked them if I could use this video for my project.

The video was made using Adobe Premiere Pro, I used stock footage I found online as well as my own to edit in how clothes disrupt the body. It was interesting to get to work in a digital way for this project as I have mainly stuck with 2D works as of now.

This video continues to relate back to my theme of clothes and my sensory issues with them. Clothes can sometimes feel soft like the gloves or baby chicks pictured, sometimes too hot like the fire shown or too suffocating and sharp like the knife or broken glass in the video. I also finally found a way to use the song ‘Buying Smokes’ in my work as the audio of the last 30 seconds really recaptures the feelings of stress and panic that come with clothes disrupting the way the body feels.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1916 – Easter Rising | Irish patriots, Michael Mallin, Eamonn Ceannt, Cornelius “Con” Colbert and Sean Heuston are shot dead in Kilmainham Gaol.

Executions of Easter Rising Leaders continue by a British regime in Stonebreakers’ Yard at Kilmainham Gaol, completely insensitive to the fact it was creating numerous martyrs and generating an emotional calling cry for Irish rebellion that would culminate in the War of Independence. Shot dead on this day: Michael Mallin | Born in Co Dublin, he was a music teacher, devout Catholic and teetotaler.…

[neverland-king]

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[paigebstorey]

Day 25 Prompt: Grow

I once was a tiny, dead weed

Who never could sprout from the seed

But rain came one night

In morning, sunlight

I now get the care that I need!

My leave finally had turned green

And I was a sight to be seen

No longer in gloom

A flower in bloom

And breathing in air that is clean!

(This was the last poem I was actually able to write for Poemvember back in 2020.)

[angelofthenight01]

A dog accident

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

genre: flufy  ||     warnings: none

Summary: On an ordinary afternoon, your girlfriend's crazy friend turns you into a furry four-legged being

You're dating Wanda Maximoff, which in itself is already pretty fantastical. You, a self-proclaimed dork who still gets excited about new socks, are going out with a genuine superhero. It's a love story for the ages, or at least one that you’re constantly trying not to overthink.

And then there’s Agatha Harkness. The woman is an enigma wrapped in a slightly dusty velvet cloak. She's Wanda's sort-of-mentor, sort-of-friend, and a full-time chaos generator. You’ve learned to accept her as a permanent fixture in your life, mostly because Wanda adores her, and partially because you suspect refusing would end with you inexplicably speaking only in limericks.

It's a quiet Saturday. You're sprawled on the couch, a book about the migratory patterns of garden snails open in your lap, but your mind is decidedly elsewhere. You’re replaying a particularly smooth move Wanda pulled in the kitchen last night while making pancakes. It was the way she flicked her wrist, sending the pancake soaring and landing perfectly on the plate. You’ve been practicing it for hours but the closest you've gotten has been flicking butter across the room. You’re shaken out of your reverie by Agatha bursting through the front door with the subtlety of a rhinoceros in a tutu.

“Wanda darling! I need… a thing!” she declares, holding up a glass jar filled with something that looks suspiciously like glowing pond scum. “For… research!”

Wanda, looking as serene and beautiful as ever, emerges from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a tea towel. “Agatha, what is that?” she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Oh, just a few… essential ingredients for a spell. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.” Agatha’s smile is a little too wide, a little too manic. You’ve learned that this is her default I’m about to do something incredibly stupid expression.

You, meanwhile, have retreated further into the cushions, trying to become one with the couch. You’re pretty sure you’re invisible, like a well-camouflaged houseplant.

“And you,” Agatha says, pointing a crooked finger directly at you. “You’ll be the perfect… subject!”

Your heart does a little tap dance in your chest. “Subject?” you squeak, your voice cracking like a teenage boy going through puberty.

Wanda looks at you with a mixture of concern and fondness. “Agatha, put the pond scum down. You know you can’t just experiment on random people.” She glares at Agatha with a look that could melt steel.

“Nonsense!” Agatha waves her hand dismissively, which is a mistake because the jar of pond scum slips from her grasp, the green liquid splashing all over you. "Whoops!"

Before you can even register what happened, a peculiar tingling sensation washes over you. Your vision blurs, your limbs feel weirdly heavy, and you feel an uncontrollable urge to scratch behind your ear with your foot.

You blink, and the world suddenly looks a whole lot larger. The couch now looms like a terrifying mountain range, and Wanda, the woman you love, is towering over you looking like an adorable giant. You let out a curious bark.

“Oh. My.” Wanda says slowly, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Agatha stares at you with a mixture of horror and fascination. “Well, that is… unexpected.”

You wag your tail tentatively. Yep, you definitely had a tail. You try to speak. What comes out is a series of yips and woofs. Your hands, or rather, paws, twitch as you try to grasp at the situation. You’re a dog. A fluffy, medium-sized, caramel colored something with comically large ears and a rapidly wagging tail.

“Agatha!” Wanda hisses, her voice low and dangerous. “You turned my girlfriend into a dog!”

“Well, yes, but it was an accident!” Agatha protests, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “I was aiming for a newt, I swear!”

You tilt your head, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You want to ask if they have any treats, but you can only manage a happy bark.

“Okay, okay, no need to get dramatic,” Agatha says, pacing back and forth. “We just need to figure out how to change you back. I think I might have reversed that spell. Or maybe not, it depends on if I used a pinch of salamander eyes or bat wings. They're kinda similar.”

Wanda lets out a frustrated groan. "Agatha, you absolute menace."

The next few hours are an absolute blur. Wanda and Agatha are now trying to solve the mystery of your transformation. You, being a dog, are mostly just enjoying the abundance of belly rubs and the fact that you can now lick your own foot. You tried to help by bringing them your favorite squeaky toy, but the two witches seem to be too preoccupied with their spell books to appreciate your contribution.

You watch as Wanda and Agatha argue, occasionally throwing out phrases like “counter-curse,” “elemental transference,” and “what did you mean by using the left hind leg of a frog?” You realize this is probably more chaotic than your average Saturday.

At one point, Agatha tries a spell that makes your fur turn bright pink for a few minutes, this was quickly reversed by Wanda as she glared at Agatha. You were actually rather fond of the pink fur, and you make a mental note to ask Wanda to do that again.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of chanting and potion-mixing, Agatha exclaims, “I think… I think I’ve got it! This final ingredient should do the trick!” She holds up a small, suspiciously sparkly vial.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes full of anxious hope. “Ready, sweetheart?”

You bark excitedly, your tail wagging so hard your whole body wiggles. Anything to be human again.

Agatha pours the contents of the vial over your head. This time, the tingling sensation is different, accompanied by a whooshing sound and a strong smell of lavender. You blink, and you're back in your human form. You’re no longer covered in fur, and your paws are, once again, hands. Your heart nearly jumps out your chest in relief.

“Am I… me again?” you ask, your voice still a little shaky.

Wanda rushes forward, pulling you into a tight hug, her face buried in your hair. “You’re back,” she whispers, her voice thick with relief. “You’re really back.”

Agatha, meanwhile, is beaming at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “See? I told you I’d fix it. Just another Saturday for the amazing Agatha Harkness!”

You look at her, then back at Wanda, a smile spreading across your face. This is your life now. A chaotic, wonderful, and utterly bizarre life, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[reblogandlikes]

And to THINK Amarantha could have continued to basically be High Queen of Prythian with possible expansion, but her hots for Tamlin was too strong that he eventually became her demise with the help of a human.

This bitch had everyone on lock and stood on business for 50 years. A notorious no-nonsense, spiteful, vengeful general turned conqueror, and she fumbled for a music loving, limerick speaking, powerful and kind-hearted male with beautiful green eyes and luscious blond hair.

Damn. Ladies, never let a man distract you from greatness 😂

[larrylimericks]

6Oct23

With hues blue and green, Lou was tinged, Sang ‘7’ in Barça, then grinned Cos sharing is caring And H still likes wearing Lou’s jumper — Um, bro, they’re unhinged.

[ghostofnuggetspast]

Green Carnations

"A ghost?" said Sherlock in surprise. "That lady with really green eyes?" John smiled, took a chance, Then asked him to dance. "Mix pleasure with business?" he sighs.

The Curious Case of the Green-Eyed Ghost by @batslikepastel hath updated!

@helloliriels @friday411 @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @chriscalledmesweetie @naefelldaurk @keirgreeneyes

Day 22: Ghosts

For Sherlock and John on this day Old sorrows are melting away Ghosts of Christmas past Are banished at last Their future is merry and gay

You can find all 31 of my Holly Jolly Johnlock Limericks on AO3.

Thanks to @notjustamumj for the December 2024 prompts and to @ghostofnuggetspast and @friday411 for their own delightfully inspiring limericks.

[mamaspark]

I went on a quilt retreat with some of my favorite people 🥰. We were all very productive! I brought 2 quilt tops that I finished ahead of the retreat just so I could get good photos

I have a backing ready for the triangle quilt. The triangle fabrics are an Alice In Wonderland fabric line. Still thinking about backing on the Wizard of Oz quilt.

I got a couple of quilts back from my quilter so I trimmed and bound both of those. The bear quilt will be gifted to my husband’s uncle. The garbage truck has Kelly green Minky on the back. Quilted in a Diamond plate pantograph. Was supposed to go to my grandson but will likely be for sale. If you’re interested please email me at mamaspark@gmail.com

I had the center block made for this pillow front. Made the block into the pillow front. Now I need to quilt it and finish the pillow.

I had enough greens and low volume fabric to make a second green Limerick quilt. I also made a coral Limerick. Got both tops finished

Lastly, I had almost all my star blocks made. I finished the blocks and put this top together. I really love it!

Now you’re all caught up with what I’ve been doing. Let me know what you think of my work!

[alpydk]

Writing Prompt - Gale entertains the camp with the tale of Ahghairon's lost nose.

Yeah... I thought over this after riding the waves of shameless flirting from the last few days. Oops. - I'm now going to go and collapse into bed, but hope people enjoy this. Thank you for another great prompt. I do love writing these, so very much.

Find the Nose

Word Count - 1757 - CW - Fluff, flirting, some hands on.

“What do you mean, find the nose?” Tav said with a curious look in her cool green eyes, her blonde hair being mindlessly braided over her shoulder, a surprising comfort found on the log she sat upon.

Gale had, for some time, been sharing in wine and frivolities with the ranger. The blush of her cheeks gave away the amount that had been indulged in and he stood before her, the fire burning brightly not far from them both, their companions long since departed for their tents with the rise of the moon in the sky. They’d shared in the histories of their upbringings, gone through many a dirty limerick, and now the party games had begun. Grease the pig had been a favourite of Tav’s, but no pig and a wizard with weak knees meant for a lousy opponent. Instead, they’d talked of other games and he’d begun to waffle on about a Waterdhavian pastime called find the nose.

 “Well, the grand mage, Ahghairon, is renowned in Waterdeep for his magic and political skills. A statue was built in the centre of the city as a tribute to his dedication to the people. After all, it was thanks to him that we have the system we do…”

He trailed on for some time, explaining the political landscape of the city and the history that had led to the City of Splendour’s reputation. Tav didn’t hear much of the subject, but she enjoyed how each word seemed to drip as poetry from his lips, the way his soft hands wove through the air and his slightly drunken eyes settled on her.

“And so, over the years, people would climb upon the statue and rub at his nose, the belief being that if one did, one would gain the fortune of the mage: wisdom and knowledge to guide in life’s hardships.” He rubbed mindlessly at his own nose, as if mentioning it had triggered something within in. “With that, the nose has simply eroded, lost to time, some might say. Gods forbid, it was another extremity.”

Her gaze was met with a playful smirk, too suggestive to ignore, but very much welcome after so many similar nights. “I still fail to see how this is a game, though, Gale. We have no statue, and sorry to say, no grand mage.”

He rose his hand to his chest in mockery. “My dear, you wound me.”

Tav shook her head and chuckled. “You know exactly what I mean before you get all dramatic and go planning to blow yourself up.”

“Me? Dramatic? I think you are confusing me with our vampiric friend.” He approached her and sat at her side, his hand resting on her knee.

She tried to ignore the sensation of warmth that ran through her, obviously caused by a little too much wine. “And so, how would this game be played, then?”

He ran his gaze over her figure, seeing the way her white cotton shirt hugged her body. He gave a nervous cough and looked away, distracting himself from the effects the alcohol had clearly had on him. “First, we must find an insignificant item. Why, the conch shell you found in the Underdark would do perfectly.”

“Conch shell?”

“It’s practically nose shaped, if one were a hag.”

Tav dug through her pack, another bottle of wine removed and placed to the side for further imbibing. The shell lay at the bottom under the various notes and trinkets she’d picked up.

Gale eyed her pack curiously, seeing the amount of tat that seemed to be stored in there. “You do know that traders will give you gold in return for goods?”

“Shut up,” she scoffed in response. “If it were all books, I’m sure you’d spout a very different set of remarks.” She brought out the shell and curled it between her fingers, thankful for the momentary distraction. “Now, what am I meant to do with it?”

He gave a devious smile, intoxication driving his intentions forward. The orb quelled had left him with little doubt in his mind of his body’s physical desires, combat with Githyanki at the creche setting his nerves on fire for his bow wielding companion. “Now you simply turn away and hide the item on your person.”

A look of realisation spread across Tav’s face as to how this game would pan out. “Ah, and then you are to find it, I suppose? And how do we determine a winner?”

“It is not the winning, but the enjoyment of the game that matters, my dear Tav.” He gave a knowing smile of what was to come. “But if you insist on a victory being the goal, one must simply hide the object well enough. Gone from view, just as Ahghairon’s nose is.”

“Hm, very well then.” She licked her lips, the taste of the red wine still present, the shell clutched delicately in her hand, and she turned from Gale’s view.

He could see the way her hands moved over her body, the slight lift of her shirt from her chest giving him some idea of her tactics. He would not start there, though; this game was not meant to be played to win but to exhaust all options and then potentially lose, and he would be as thorough as possible in his exploration.

“Ok, it’s hidden.” She turned back to him, ready for whatever it was he had planned. Her eyes gave a mischievous gleam, her competitive nature not letting her lose under any conditions.

Gale scanned her figure, first looking for any odd lumps where the shell might lie. He lifted his hand. “May I?”

She nodded. “Wouldn’t be much of a fun game if you were to only stop and stare?”

He smiled, his hand coming to pat down a crease of her shirt that lay just under her breast. His fingers continued to trace around her side, going around her back as he saw the way her cheeks flushed a deepened red, almost that of the wine shared between them. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, the flickering of the campfire burning, reflecting at him. He pulled himself closer, his palm resting on her rib cage. “Tell me if I commit anything untoward.”

“Untoward and Gale Dekarios; I don’t believe those words have ever fallen together, have they?” She felt one of his hands slip under the hem of her shirt, the other continuing around her back above the cotton.

“In my youth, I was quite the charmer. Many a game like this was played. Wine, poetry, the exploration of bodies quite the regular pastime.” He felt around her abdomen, his mind losing focus on the aim of the game, his finger tracing under her breast lightly.

She gave a soft hum with the sensation of his finger stroking her. “I get the impression it’s been some time, though.”

A light scoff was released from his parted lips, ones that breathed so gently against the warmth of her neck. “Since I had the opportunity to play such a game?”

“Since you explored a body that was not was formed by starlight.”

He took a moment to pull back and look at her, regaining his senses, his palm removed from under her shirt, a brief sobering of his mind. “Hm, you’d be correct.”

She looked at him apologetically, a slight dip in the mood not her intention. She thought over her words, trying to regain the playfulness, trying to fan the flames of desire that burnt as brightly as their own campfire. “That would explain why you’re so cold in your search.”

The glow of his dark eyes brightened with yearning, his goddess forgotten once again, for the one sat in front of him. He took his hand from the behind her and lowered it to the base of her back, his finger dipping under the leather that lay beneath. His other hand was placed firmly on her thigh, a slow clenching motion as it travelled upwards in search of its target. “Inform me if I am getting any warmer.”

“I thought the aim to win would involve not assisting you.”

“Hm, you’d be correct. I guess I’ll just have to work off how you react to my touch, then.” One palm lowered itself further down in between her thighs, the other sinking deeper into her trousers and cupping the soft flesh that lay there.

Tav’s involuntary gasp was enough for him to lean into her, his lips so close to her neck that he could almost taste her.

“You need to look so closely?” She whispered at his behaviour.

“Not look, my dear. Smell.” He wasn’t sure if he was in search of the scent of the salt water, or if it was the subtle aroma of rosewater that he was more interested in. An unintended kiss was placed upon her neck, her sigh permission enough for his hands to continue their travels. The warmth of her legs clouded his mind, mixing with the wine, and a hunger drove him forward, both of them forgetting the game and the search for the shell.

Neither heard the footsteps that approached them, as their hands explored one another, as their lips joined in a mesh of a wine touched kisses. The intentional kick of a pebble across the grass towards them went unnoticed under breathy gasps of wanting.

Astarion’s voice purred out, a jeering at the behaviour he was witnessing. “It’s about time you two finally stopped dancing around each other.”

Gale quickly pulled himself from Tav’s body, his ability to act casual in the situation failing him miserably. “It’s not how it appears. We were merely indulging in a spot of…” His words abandoned him, the sight of Tav patting down her shirt and stroking her legs distracting him.

Tav blushed, her eyes wide at the appearance of the vampire who’d crept up on them. “I think there’s been a little too much wine for tonight. Thank you for the evening, Gale.” She grabbed her pack and before Gale could stop her, made a dash for her tent, the embarrassment at having been caught in such a compromising position too much to endure.

Astarion approached the wizard, a crunch released as he stepped on an unfamiliar object. The fragments of a conch shell lay under his boot, some distance from the log both Gale and Tav had shared. “Darling,” he let out with a sigh. “Is it all wizards, or just you that cannot woo a woman normally?”

[crepesuzette2023]

Hello! A slightly different fic rec question if you don’t mind

Who are your fave authors and what do you think are their most underrated fics?

I don't mind at all; I think it's a wonderful ask! ('Most underrated' is both somewhat subjective and relative, of course. Still:)

@stonedlennon: ode to the silver beetles (A conversation between Jim and Mimi. A glass of milk, Mr. McCartney?)

@scurator: Un Interludio (everyone loves Pringo in "Where the Sailors Go," but what about John/ Ringo in Spain, '66...? That's right.)

@pauls1967moustache: When you kiss my lips, I'll get a thrill to my fingertips (Paul/Ringo during the first US Tour; John is busy with Cyn and Paul is overthinking, until...) • Still Mates (Paul/Peter Asher in '68) • Aninut (The Beatles deal with Brian's death).

@dailyhowl: I'm With You (John/Stu, early days, with letters & hot sex!) • Be It Fahrenheit or Centigrade (Paul/Stu) • Crawling to the Car (Paris; 1966. John, Brian, Paul, Maggie McGivern, original male character with dark furry thighs)

@pie-of-flames: In the Night Garden (John/Paul; they trip in '67 and there is no angst, only...sympathetic trees)

@eveepe: Drop Like A Stone (Jane/Linda is what we need; go mount some Margrittes, Paul)

@midchelle: Tell me all my love's in vain (Pattie/Maureen, 1964-1974)

@savageandwise: Red Light, Green Lights, Strawberry Wine (Paul/Linda/Denny in New Orleans, with J/P in the background; Linda POV)

@aquarianshift: On the Avenue (George/Bob Dylan) • How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission (Paul/John/Cyn, sex pollen) • There Once Was a Band From the Sixties (Limericks; with @ilovedig)

@javelinbk: Fair's fair (1964, a helping hand after escalating press conference thigh groping; I hope this is an accurate summary...this one is actually very warm and sweet!)

@bluewater9: Secret Passages (The Lennon McCartney children find naughty homemade movies at Cavendish)

@beatlessideblog: What You See Is Me (I Need You Darlin' extra; Jim's view on John and Paul's bond)

I hope there is something new for you here!