#abloom or aflame

[luthqrs]

‘abloom, or aflame’ ch.7 spoilers!

no because what the fuck. what the fuck. im going insane anybody want anything

[lesbiancosmicowl]

hey Who The Fuck is writing 'abloom, or aflame' on ao3??!?!!!? i just need a quick word......

[sarahlancashire]

i read all of abloom, or aflame today and it took me so fucking long to realise but oh my fucking life this is a carla/ lisa rebecca au. the farmer was what finally made the connection for me. holy fuck lisa as maxim de winter, carla as the second mrs. de winter. this is so unhinged i fucking love it

[canadachronicles]

"Surely the flowers of a hundred springs Are simply the souls of beautiful things! The poppies aflame with gold and red Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled. The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world. The lily, white as a star apart, Was the first pure prayer of a virgin heart. The daisies that dance and twinkle so Were the laughter of children in long ago.

The sweetness of all true friendship yet Lives in the breath of the mignonette. To the white narcissus there must belong The very delight of a maiden's song. And the rose, all flowers of the earth above, Was a perfect, rapturous thought of love. Oh! surely the blossoms of all the springs Must be the souls of beautiful things."

Fancies, Lucy Maud Montgomery

I am leaving tomorrow, travelling to Aotearoa New Zealand, where I'll spend a few blissful weeks with my girl. And it seems, the garden wanted to see me off with an early spring, as it is gorgeously colourful, abloom with narcissi and daffodils, hyacinths and primroses, muscari and even two bright pink tulips! Fancies, indeed!

[chantillystained]

                    death’s  lament     lingered  in  every      crack     ,        crevice        &          stone        of  a  fragmented  home       .          the         shadows          rife  with        decay         that  encompassed  the  atmosphere       ;          suffocated         youthful  lungs      .         grief       ,        devastation       ,        a  world  without        mercy       –         set         abloom       .        so     silent        was  the  aftermath  of  such  profound        brutality       .        discarded  gauze        (         blood  soaked       &        browning        )        like  that  of          wilting  rose  petals         where  it  littered         faded  tile      .         thin  wisps  of        starlight       ,         casting  a  silver  glow  throughout  the  kitchen  at  stonehaven       ;          upon  his  father’s         limp       ,         unmoving  form       .         all  that  had  been       &        now  was       .         all  that  he’d        lost        .         a  weight  descending  to         crush          lunar-kissed  bone      .         the  baritone  of  a  paternal  voice      ,         the  hint  of        spice         that’d  entwined  with  his         familiar  scent        .         faltering       ,         fading         –         slipping  through  the  gaps  in         trembling  fingertips         like  that  of  a  final       ,        fatal  blow       . 

                    somber  stricken         attributes  downcast       .          tendon         aflame       due  to  the  stretch  of  hours  in  which  he’d         sat  nestled        within  a  creaky       ,         wooden  chair      .         determination  to         remain         at  his         father’s  side         until  the  moment  in  which  they’d         commit  his  body         to  the  ground       ,         unwavering        .          an  oncoming  onslaught  of         footprints         (       a  gait  he  was  effortlessly  able  to        identify        via  rhythm  alone       )       ,       that  which  was  met  with  a  feeble      ,         unsteady         sigh       .        a         forced        cough  to  clear  the  thickness  of         unshod  sobs         from  the  confines  of  a  drying  throat       .          melody  husked       ,          hoarse       ,         tainted         –         where  it  arose  to  befall        salt  stained         flesh       .         “        it’s  almost        dawn       .        i  should  start         cleaning         him  up        –          pick  a  quiet  spot  to       …      “

@ashesfade  didn’t  ask  for  a  starter  for  elena  michaels  or  clay  danvers  ,  but  is  getting  one  anyway  . 

[lesbiancosmicowl]

Do you have a top 5 (or more) swarla fic rec? Your taste is immaculate 🤌🏼

I doubt I can keep this to 5, so I won't. Enjoy! <3 - Sand through my fingers - It's Nothing and The Courage to Begin are by the same person and both works are now a series - Love is a Fire (Let's Go Down in Flames) (editing to add!! ignore that the author uses the term 'sexy times' in the summary, it's actually well-written lmao) - Down on my bended knees (pendulum and oscillate are by the same author @luthorao3 she's amazing) - this must be the place (I know I've mentioned throwing stones before, but go read the rest of the series. So, so fucking good.) - all at once, and from afar (I'm 98% sure this is by the same person who's writing abloom, or aflame)

[lesbiancosmicowl]

being soooo so serious when i say i need the 'abloom, or aflame' author to come forward because genuinely. What The fuck is this.......

[lesbiancosmicowl]

the fic in question, if anyone feels like having a head-in-hands type of day (or week).

hey Who The Fuck is writing 'abloom, or aflame' on ao3??!?!!!? i just need a quick word......