#Flowers in Geneva

[emaadsidiki]

An Afternoon in Geneva 😎

[hansdurrer]

Genève, Suisse, 25 Août 2024

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[icaresque]

24_03 Geneva

[learnedfromthepizzaman]

Jardin Botanique, Genève

[boltedgarlic]

06/13/2009

[beachyserasims]

Elliott Y has his fits ready!

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[floristusa]

Valentine's Day Flower Delivery Geneva IL - Town & Country Gardens

Send Valentine's Day flowers from Geneva, IL local florist. Town & Country Gardens Florist has a large selection of gorgeous floral arrangements and bouquets. We offer same-day flower deliveries for Valentine's Day flowers in Geneva, IL.

[featherymainffins]

So we all agree that the two fucked up pieces of shit in Blue Eye Samurai are a married couple, right?

Like you know how some characters are divorced despite never having been married? These two are that except the divorce hasn't happened yet and is instead about to happen. Probably. Possibly. Nobody knows because the divorce papers are on the table every two weeks.

[worldhumanitarianday]

Commemorative ceremony at UN geneva - agenda programme.

World Humanitarian Day 2024 – Commemoration Ceremony. Monday, 19 August 2024, 4 p.m. Palais des Nations, Building E, 3rd Floor Outside the Human Rights and Alliance of Civilizations Room (Room XX)

4 p.m. Opening of the event:

Master of ceremony: Mr. Michele Zaccheo, OiC, United Nations Information Service

Wreath laying and candle lightning ceremony by the United Nations

Laying of flowers by the survivors and families of the victims of the attack against the United Nations Offices in Baghdad of 19 August 2003, and other UN Offices

Laying of flowers by the Permanent Representative of the Republic of Iraq to the United Nations Office and other international organizations in Geneva

Remarks by Ms. Tatiana Valovaya, Director-General, United Nations Office at Geneva

Minute of silence

Remarks by H.E. Mr. Abdul-Karim Hashim Mostafa, Permanent Representative of the Republic of Iraq to the United Nations Office and other international organizations in Geneva

Remarks by Mr. Ben Majekodunmi, Chief of Staff, the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East (UNRWA)

Remarks by Ms. Laura Johnson, Executive Secretary, UNOG Staff Union

Remarks by Mr. Ramesh Rajasingham, Head and Representative of United Nations Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs (OCHA) in Geneva and Director of the Coordination Division, Geneva

5 p.m. Conclusion of the event

The event will be webcast at http://webtv.un.org

Register to participate here: https://indico.un.org/event/1012645/

[xoashdurham]

Lakeside Wedding at the Riviera

Kyle and MaKenna's summer lakeside wedding in Wisconsin at the Riviera Ballroom in Lake Geneva had so many beautiful moments - come see!

[emaadsidiki]

The Fountain on Place des Alpes, Geneva.

[gremlingottoosilly]

loser konig tries to get krueger’s sister flowers but woops she’s allergic

Konig realizes he has a thing for your sneezing and coughing because you just look so precious and weak and utterly adorable and he totally needs to feel you in every way possible, so- Oh shit. He brings you pills you ask for - and dumps the stupid, overpriced bouquet in the trash. He honestly wanted to give you something romantic, since it was the day of love or whatever - but it's honestly obvious how pathetic his attempts are. Krueger scoffs at his friend, acting like a fool for his dumb sister, but he doesn't really care. Maybe, if you and Konig would get together, you'd finally move out of the house and allow your brother to turn it into the mancave of his dreams. Maybe Konig would stop being such a sadistic little bitch who loves to torture his enemies and kill entire teams worth of soldiers if he gets some pussy from time to time. Getting with the colonel is your ultimate service to the Geneva convention. It's like this with a lot of the gifts. He bought you a new phone - and accidentally broke the screen the same day. Bought you a pair of cool, expensive earphones that weren't compatible with your phone. I brought you a really nice ring and only then found out you have a gold allergy. he'd be fine with just giving you money, but there isn't anything romantic in this - and he doesn't want to seem like a depressed sugar daddy that would do anything for your cunt. He has standards! Like begging you to forgive him as you sneeze and whimper, and he pushes the gifts away so he can touch you. Carefully listening for everything that you want and then buying you this in bulk because he fucked up so badly, he wants to give you the world(( ignoring your pleads to just leave you alone too.

[bebebelll]

Pretty girls and flowers | lando norris smau

pairing: lando norris x student!reader warning: cursing, unrealistic if lando did this in real life the girl would absolutely get doxxed

yn_phd good morning by best pals! this month's episode will be out this tuesday. my lovely amazing talented so pretty best friend got two tickets to silverstone so if you're there come say hello👋! the podcast guest will be my old professor from freshman year so put down any questions you have about mary i of england! stay healthy and hydrated ❤️❤️

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bestie_n omg dont praise me like that im blushing

username can you ask why henry 8 never made a marriage for mary?

username god i dont even like history that much but fuck are vlogs calming and sweet and pretty af

scuderiaferrari it's been a lovely weekend with charles_leclerc and carlossaiz55! P4 and P7 💪 Here is the first taste of the silverstone photo dump!

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username CHARLES IN P4 CHARLES IN P4 CHARLES IN P4 I REPEAT CHARLIE CHUCK IS IN P4

landonorris whos that?

carlossainz55 its me landonorris no the pretty one charles_leclerc me? landonorris ew no the PRETTY one charles_leclerc ew? i will drive you to the wall

username not charles threatening to send lando into the wall in the comments

username you just fucking know he'd do it too just ask max

username is lando trying to hook up with the girl in the photo?

yn_phd i put on a little bow so i could be the prettiest girl at the bookstore ❤️today i wrote a page, went on a reading binge about chariot racing in ancient rome, had a breakdown and ate pasta.

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username is this the girl @ landonorris

username lando the pretty girl is here

username cmon lando shoot your shot

username i mean he'll miss but its gonna be funny username no one trusts the rizz of this man with a shit beard

bestie_n who is lando? where have you people come from?

carlossainz55 i think this is the girl we were with

carlossainz55 she got lost around the track so we took a photo and got a staff member to help her. she was prettier in real life. good luck mr no rizz you need it username NOT CARLOS COMING FOR LANDO

username LANDO NORRIS

username this is the girl? not really seeing it doesnt feel like landos type you know

landonorris haha okay people lets not do this haha its not that funny it is a bit embarrasing hah (my dms are open for pretty girls always)

alex_albon well youre talented in the car at least

landonorris my dad scolded me for getting drunk on twitter so i went to eat their fridge empty. love being home

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username is he trying to look extra cute and soft to seduce the pretty girl?

username you just googled boyfriend material and tried your best huh

georgerussel63 i though youd chosen to go with the shirtless gym photos?

alex_albon you sent like fifteen different gym pics to the groupchat and then dont choose even one? fuck our help then i guess landonorris shut up shut up shut up

username i can see the pretty girl in the likes though 👀

yn_phd me and the gang went to a lecture about lord byron's sex life on thursday. i had a pretty cute visitor this weekend and even our lord and king aragorn the cat liked him!!

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bestie_n it was a lecture about lord byron's reputation and fame and how it effected the romance genre?

yn_phd exactly!

username are we gonna get an episode about THE george gordon byron please say yes

yn_phd my best pal i will rant about the whole geneva squad

username did lando norris actually do it

username did landonorris attend the lecture too?

landonorris ive never been happier that i chose karting and skipped school

yn_phd i have discovered hidden depths in myself. i can cry about essay structures and then drive bumper cars an hour later

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landonorris it was just karting babe they were not bumper cars

yn_phd but i crashed so much? landonorris you were great!! i was so proud!! 🧡

username okay but how does this relationship even work? if she doesnt know anything about racing?

yn_phd i tell him everything about the tudor dynasty and he explains to me how the drs works

landonorris use date night to play uno and see whos more competitive (me, i won)

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yn_phd the way i screamed after you gave me those cards

username lando really be gambling with a new relationship

alex_albon poor girl

georgerussell63 remember when we played uno and lando got a +4 card from all of us and he got a mental breakdown alex_albon yeahh we had to take 10min break cause he left for a drive around the block maxverstappen1 the neighbours made a noise complaint too

yn_phd i got him flowers and later we both crash landed on the bowling alley floor

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alex_albon oh so this why you called me crying your tits off

maxverstappen1 he called you too?

landonorris pretty girl🧡🧡

yn_phd pretty guy❤️❤️

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hey Nalyra, how is it possible that Claudia never noticed that her most compromising diaries were missing? In 2x06 she even let Madeleine read some of them and she didn't notice?

That's a good question.

And I think the answer to that lies with the trial and the way Armand (and therefore Louis) narrated it... because I think the series of events is mixed up, rearranged to make sense in the tale, sense to LOUIS.

It would take weeks for Lestat to get to them. And I don't think he would be rehearsing the play with him right away.

Louis says in 2x06: "The Berlin Blockade ended in May. The Geneva Convention was agreed in August. Some of the front pages from that year. But if you look in the filler, in the back pages. Strange crimes reported."

So... the theater burned in August or later, is my takeaway from that?! (I believe that is a banquet with king George VI at Saint-James that is referred to there?! Google was surprisingly unhelpful though, so if anyone has further knowledge here...)

Armand then says: "A telescopic lens stolen from the Observatory at Meudon. A film company shooting the crime thriller 'Porte D'Orient' delayed when its inventory of color film stock is snatched. Then Louis again: A gang of drunkards, hanging off of the side of the Eiffel Tower, all facing south by southwest, all muttering in unison gone by the time police arrive by elevator."

These crimes were supposedly in the time before, in fact they must have been, obviously, since the theater burned at the end. Supposedly throughout during that year.

However, Claudia says: "We've been burying our meals outside Saint Denis. Flowers are starting pop up out of the ground. Lavender, sweet iris, peony. Flowers growing from the dead. Cold things becoming warm."

If we take this as true, then this indicates that the abduction night happened in spring - and that they had been away for quite some time.

Now, we know Louis went a little mad after the trial and the starvation period (no telling how long that was either), which is more than understandable, imho.

IF we take the theater burning in late 1949 as correct (as filed by the Talamasca), then it likely was towards the end of it.

I think Claudia and Madeleine died in late spring.

I think they left Paris in autumn 1948. Louis and Armand both wear coats in Montmartre, but there is no snow.

I think they only took the diaries after Claudia had left.

Because yes, I do not think Claudia would have not noticed if especially those diaries would have missed. But if she left them behind... I mean, she thought she had left it all behind, right, had started a new life with Madeleine.

And, it makes more sense in the whole tale as well, because in order to shift the blame to Santiago, he must have done it behind Louis' and Armand's back... and that is utter BS, imho, since there is no way someone like Armand did not know about the vampires watching them, for example.

I think it makes a lot more sense that Louis didn't notice the diaries gone after Claudia had left - he had probably put them on her desk or into her coffin or even put them away since Armand apparently used her coffin(! She asks him "How do you like my coffin?") and left them there.

And I think it makes a lot more sense that the diaries were taken in the months after Claudia left, as the coven was preparing, and rehearsing. It makes a lot more sense with the time they would need to find Lestat and lure him over, too. It would make a lot more sense with the time they would need to make him do what they wanted. It would make a lot more sense for Claudia to feel like she wanted to see Louis again, too.

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 4 EPISODE 06 || BLOOD OF MY BLOOD ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

It’s no great matter,” he said, soothingly. “I’ve a potion that will cure all manner of ills of the stomach. Do ye rest easy for a moment, my lord; I’ll fetch water.” He got to his feet and went away, careful not to look at the boy. By the time he came back from the stream with the kettle filled, Willie had got his nose blown and his face wiped, and was sitting with his knees drawn up, his head resting on them. He couldn’t keep himself from touching the boy’s head as he passed. Familiarity be damned. The dark hair was soft to his touch, warm and slightly damp with sweat. “A griping in your guts, is it?” he said pleasantly, kneeling and putting the kettle to boil. “Mm-hm.” Willie’s voice was muffled in the blanket over his knees. “That passes soon enough,” he said. He reached for his sporran, and sorted through the proliferation of small items in it, coming up eventually with the small cloth bag that held the dried mixture of leaves and flowers Claire had given him. He didn’t know how she’d known it would be needed, but he was long past the point of questioning anything she did in the way of healing—whether of heart or of body. He felt a moment’s passionate gratitude to her. He’d seen her look at the boy, and knew how she must feel. She’d known about the lad, of course, but seeing the flesh-and-blood proof that her husband had shared another woman’s bed wasn’t something a wife should be asked to put up with. Little wonder if she was inclined to stick pins in John, him pushing the lad under her nose as he had. “It willna take more than a moment to brew up,” he assured the boy, rubbing the fragrant mixture between his hands into a wooden cup, as he’d seen Claire do. She’d not reproached him. Not with that at least, he thought, suddenly remembering how she’d acted when she’d found out about Laoghaire. She’d gone for him like a fiend, then, and yet when later she’d learned about Geneva Dunsany … perhaps it was only that the boy’s mother was dead? The realization went through him like a sword thrust. The boy’s mother was dead. Not just his real mother, who’d died the same day he was born—but the woman he’d called mother all his life since. And now his father—or the man he called father, Jamie thought with an unconscious twist of his mouth—was lying sick of an illness that had killed another man before the lad’s eyes no more than days before. No, it wasn’t fright that made the lad greet by himself in the dark. It was grief, and Jamie Fraser, who’d lost a mother in childhood himself, ought to have known that from the beginning.

It wasn’t stubbornness, nor even loyalty, that had made Willie insist on staying at the Ridge. It was love of John Grey, and fear of his loss. And it was the same love that made the boy weep in the night, desperate with worry for his father. An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie’s heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfather. There, that was the weed stamped out. The stamping, though, seemed to have left a small bruised spot on his heart; he could feel it when he breathed. The water was beginning to rumble in the kettle. He poured it carefully over the herb mixture, and a sweet fragrance rose up in the steam. Valerian, she’d said, and catmint. The root of a passionflower, soaked in honey and finely ground. And the sweet, half-musky smell of lavender, coming as an afterscent. “Don’t drink it yourself,” she’d said, casual in giving it to him. “There’s lavender in it.” In fact, it didn’t trouble him, if he was warned of it. It was only that now and then a whiff of lavender took him unawares, and sent a sudden surge of sickness through his wame. Claire had seen the effects on him once too often to be unwary of it. “Here.” He leaned forward and handed the cup to the boy, wondering whether forever after, the lad too would feel troubled by the scent of lavender, or if he would find in it a memory of comfort. That, he supposed, might well depend on whether John Grey lived or died. The respite had given Willie back his outward composure, but his face was still marked with grief. Jamie smiled at the boy, hiding his own concern. Knowing both John and Claire as he did, he was less fearful than the boy—but the dread was still there, persistent as a thorn in the sole of his foot. “That will ease ye,” he said, nodding at the cup. “My wife made it; she’s a verra fine healer.” “Is she?” The boy took a deep, trembling breath of the steam, and touched a cautious tongue to the hot liquid. “I saw her—do things. With the Indian who died.” The accusation there was clear; she’d done things, and the man had died anyway. Neither Claire nor Ian had spoken much of that, nor had he been able to ask her what had happened—she had given him a lifted brow and a brief gold look, to say that he should not speak of it before Willie, who had come back with her from the corncrib, white-faced and clammy. “Aye?” he said curiously. “What sort of—things?” What the hell had she done? he wondered. Nothing to cause the man’s death, surely; he would have seen that in her at once. Nor did she feel herself at fault, or helpless—he had held her in his arms more than

once, comforting her as she wept for those she could not save. This time she had been quiet, subdued—as had Ian—but not deeply upset. She had seemed vaguely puzzled. “She had mud on her face. And she sang to him. I think she was singing a Papist song; it was in Latin, and it had something to do with sacraments.” “Indeed?” Jamie suppressed his own astonishment at this description. “Aye, well. Perhaps she meant only to give the man a bit of comfort, if she saw she couldna save him. The Indians are much more sensible of the effects of measles, ye ken; an infection that will kill one of them wouldna cause a white man to blink twice. I’ve had the measle myself, as a wee lad, and took no harm from it at all.” He smiled and stretched, demonstrating his evident health. The tense lines of the boy’s face relaxed a little, and he took a cautious sip of the hot tea. “That’s what Mrs. Fraser said. She said Papa would be all right. She—she gave me her word upon it.” “Then ye may depend upon it that he will,” Jamie said firmly. “Mrs. Fraser is an honorable woman.” He coughed, and hitched the plaid up around his shoulders; it wasn’t a cold night, but there was a breeze coming down the hill. “Is the drink helping a bit?” Willie looked blank, then looked down at the cup in his hand. “Oh! Yes. Yes, thank you; it’s very good. I feel very much improved. Perhaps it was not the dried apples, after all.” “Perhaps not,” Jamie agreed, bending his head to hide a smile. “Still, I think we’ll manage better for our supper tomorrow; if luck is with us, we’ll have trout.” This attempt at distraction was successful; Willie’s head popped up from his cup, an expression of deep interest on his face. “Trout? We can fish?” “Have ye done much fishing in England? I canna think that the trout streams would compare with these, but I know there is good fishing to be had in the Lake District—or so your father tells me.” He held his breath. What in God’s name had made him ask that? He had himself taken a five-year-old William fishing for char on the lake near Ellesmere, when he had served his indenture there. Did he want the boy to remember? “Oh … yes. It’s pleasant on the lakes, surely—but nothing like this.” Willie waved in the vague direction of the creek. The lines in the boy’s face had smoothed themselves, and a small flicker of life had come back into his eyes. “I have never seen such a place. It’s not at all like England!” “That it is not,” Jamie agreed, amused. “Will ye not miss England, though?”

Willie thought about it for a moment, as he slurped the rest of his tea. “I don’t think so,” he said, with a decided shake of his head. “I miss Grandmamma sometimes, and my horses, but nothing else. It was all tutors and dancing lessons and Latin and Greek—ugh!” He wrinkled his nose, and Jamie laughed. “Ye dinna care for the dancing, then?” “No. You have to do it with girls.” He shot Jamie a look under his fine, dark brows. “Do you care for music, Mr. Fraser?” “No,” Jamie said, smiling. “I like the girls fine, though.” The girls were going to like this wee laddie just fine, too, he thought, covertly noting the youngster’s breadth of shoulder and long shanks, and the long, dark lashes that hid his bonny blue eyes. “Yes. Well, Mrs. Fraser is very pretty,” the Earl said politely. His mouth curled suddenly up on one side. “Though she did look funny, with the mud on her face.” “I daresay. Will ye have another cup, my lord?” Claire had said the mixture was for calming; it seemed to be working. As they talked desultorily of the Indians and their strange beliefs, William’s eyelids began to droop, and he yawned more than once. At last, Jamie reached over and took the empty cup from his unresisting hand. “The night is cold, my lord,” he said. “Will ye choose to lie next to me, that we may share our coverings?” The night was chilly, but a long way from cold. He had guessed right, though; Willie seized the excuse with alacrity. He could not take a lord in his arms to comfort him, nor could a young earl admit to wanting such comfort. Two men could lie close together without shame, though, for the sake of warmth. Willie fell asleep at once, nestled close against his side.

Jamie lay awake for a long time, one arm laid lightly across the sleeping body of his son.

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