#all the daffodils for louis

[dependsonwhospitching]

2023 tulip festival - roozengaarde, skagit valley

[fairy-writes]

Can you do a part 2 to your MTP William x archaeologist sister reader I would like to see the Holmes brothers reactions. ❤️

A MIGHTY SURPRISE OVER DINNER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Archaeologist!Reader, Sexist behavior from the Holmes family? (not Sherlock)

Notes: We’re pretending courthouse weddings were a thing back in this time period

PART ONE LINKED HERE

PART THREE LINKED HERE

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Your marriage to William James Moriarty was a secret well-kept until a snowy winter day in December. 

It had been a simple courthouse wedding. His family had been there. Albert and Louis as witnesses. But the rest of his little ‘entourage’ had shown up in celebration as well. James Bonde and Sebastian Moran had shown up with bottles of wine to celebrate what they said was “a day that they thought would never come.”

Fred Porlock had been sweet and gifted you a bouquet of daffodils. He had told you later that they represent new beginnings, and he wanted to welcome you to their little family.

It took all your strength not to burst into tears right at that moment.

You hadn’t even worn a wedding dress, for heaven's sake! Instead, you wore a simple white blouse with beige trousers because you didn’t want to purchase much less tailor white ones. William had worn his regular brown suit and red tie.

Oh, how your mother would’ve had your head had she found out. How improper you were!

You didn’t even take a proper honeymoon persay. William had instead surprised you with a trip back to Egypt to visit the locals of your latest dig. You hadn’t been on an excavation in ages, and they were more than happy to welcome you and your new husband with open arms.

Husband…

You were officially married. No longer a Holmes and no longer tied to your family.

You were free.

Well… as free as a woman could be, that is.

All that was left was to tell your parents and brothers.

The aforementioned secret marriage was kept a secret for approximately thirteen months before it got out. In fact, you managed to keep it a secret up until William asked if he could break the news to your family over Christmas dinner. 

He asked you over breakfast around a week before Christmas Day. You had moved into his estate soon after the marriage was finalized. 

“Might I ask you a question?” He asked politely, and you looked up from your ham and eggs, raising an eyebrow as you did so. 

“Sure.” You said as you swallowed your mouthful and cleared your throat. 

“How do you feel about telling your parents about our marriage?” At this, you choke on your inhale and proceed to cough until you almost feel lightheaded. 

William—used to your dramatic reactions by now—sits patiently as you try to gain some semblance of control over your body. 

“What brought this up?” You demand, and he shrugs, taking a sip of his tea. 

“It’s been over a year now. Don’t you think it’s time to tell them?” You look down at your hands, fisted in your shirt, and grit your teeth, mulling it over. 

He was right… it had been over a year since you went no contact with your family save for Sherlock. Of course, he relayed messages from them to you. But you never responded besides telling them to sod off. 

At least Sherlock understood where you were coming from and didn’t push the issue too much. Perhaps then he would know why you had kept your marriage a secret until now? 

So… with that in mind… you agree, and William sends out invites to Sherlock, Mycroft, and your parents that day. You also send out an invitation to John and Mary and their new baby girl as moral support. 

Sherlock responds almost immediately by phoning William and enthusiastically saying he’d be delighted to come to the Moriarty estate for dinner. Mycroft responds via phone the next day, confirming his and your parents' attendance at this growing Christmas party. 

The day of the surprise comes all too quickly. 

You dress that day in a white blouse, a bold, crimson suit coat, and matching trousers. Just as you’re buttoning your blouse, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. 

“Come in!” You call as you finish the last button and turn to see William closing the door behind him. 

“Are you ready?” He asks, and you shake your head almost immediately. 

“I never am when it comes to my parents.” You say honestly, and he offers a smile that you like to think is reserved just for you. It crinkles the corners of his eyes and curls his lips rather attractively. You smile back and then head to the bathroom connected to your bed chambers for your jewelry box. 

It was William’s wedding present to you. A beautiful cherry wood box that contained jewelry you had collected over the years. Most of it was gifts from the locals you had gone on expeditions to. 

But…

There was one piece of jewelry that was not a gift to them. 

And that was your wedding band. 

It was a plain gold band, nothing too extravagant. Just the way you wanted it. And while it was simple and nondescript, you only wore it if you were going to events with William as his wife. He wore a matching one for the same reasons. And he slid his onto his ring finger just as you did the same for yours. Then, your husband extends a hand.

“Shall we go downstairs to greet your family? Sherlock is already in the parlor, and we are expecting everyone else soon enough.”

Your parents arrive just as it’s beginning to snow outside. 

Mycroft is watching disapprovingly as you coo over baby Clara, John, and Mary’s baby girl. She’s almost a year old and already starting to crawl and toddle about. You could practically smell his disapproval of your outfit, but you paid him no mind. Once this announcement is done with, you never have to speak to him again.

Your parents burst into the parlor, spooking you and Clara. The baby girl starts to whimper, so you hand her back to Mary and go to greet your parents. 

“Oh, dearest, couldn’t you wear the Christmas dress we purchased for you this year?” Your mother says immediately as you approach, and your face sours. 

“Well, hello to you too, Mother.” You grumble but give her a hug nonetheless. Your father extends his hand, and you shake it. Luckily, it was your right hand, so you simply kept your left with the ring in your trouser pocket. 

“If I might interrupt,” Comes William’s smooth voice, and you jump. You hadn't heard him come up behind you. “Dinner is served.” He finishes and ushers everyone to the dining room. He offers a comforting smile, and you reach out boldly to squeeze his hand. 

He doesn’t pull away. At least not until you reach the dining room and have to separate to sit with your respective families. 

Dinner was brought out, and just before everyone dug in, William stood and tapped his spoon against his wine glass. 

“Before everyone tucks in, we have an announcement to make.” He says, making eye contact with you, and you realize very quickly what he is doing. 

It’s time. 

Your heart starts thundering like horses in your veins, and you hear blood roaring in your ears. But you get up and make your way around the table to his side and take his hand just as he says,

“I suppose I should say my wife and I have an announcement to make.” 

It’s silent for a beat. Then two. 

Then noise. 

Your mother promptly bursts into tears. Whether out of happiness or disappointment, you have no idea. Your father grew red in the face and nearly started shouting before he remembered his manners. Mycroft simply sits back in his seat, stunned into silence. Sherlock’s face broke into a brilliant grin.

“I knew it!” He crowed and slammed his hand down on the table happily. 

You stand awkwardly as you wait for the noise to die down. William doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time. But… eventually… your parents get their emotions under control.

“Absolutely not! I will not have you associating with someone as stained a reputation as the Moriartys!” Your father bellows, and you hold back a flinch. It wasn’t often he got this angry.  And, of course, you knew what “stained reputation” your father was talking about. The burning of the Moriarty estate back when they were mere children had been quite the scandal. You remembered hearing about it when you were but a tiny tot. 

“You asked that I marry. I did. So now you have no right to judge whom I court, much less marry. I expect my dowry is still in your hands? And that you’ll keep your promise?” You say quickly, curtly, emotionlessly. You didn’t have the patience for his antics right now. He wanted you to marry in order to fund your excavations but didn’t want you to marry certain people? Where was the logic in that? And your family was all about logic.

“Please, dearest, think about what you’ve done! To marry into the Moriarty family is to stain our family name!” Your mother pleads, but you just roll your eyes. 

“I don’t see you chastising Sherlock about his choice of friends.” You snap back and very nearly leave right then and there. 

William is the only thing keeping you here. You can feel the tears burning as they threaten to fall. You just wanted your family to be happy for you. Was that too much to ask?

“That’s different!” Your father all but shouts, and you watch your husband raise an eyebrow. 

“Pray tell me how it is any different?” He says, and you shiver at his frosty tone of voice. 

“She’s a woman! That’s reason enough!” Your mother blubbers, dabbing at her falling tears with a handkerchief. Now, it’s William’s turn to roll his eyes. He takes a moment, entwining your fingers together as he looks at the ceiling. 

“Your daughter is perfectly capable of marrying whom she wishes. This is precisely why we didn’t say anything when we married nearly thirteen months ago.” 

That sentence sends your father into another shouting fit. 

“Thirteen months?!” He roars, and William smirks, letting go of your hand in order to lean both palms on the table. 

“Yes, quite right. And you will listen closely to my next words.” He said smoothly, and your parents both went silent. Mycroft still has yet to say anything, and Sherlock is simply sitting back in his chair with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

William leans back once again to take your hand. 

“You will fulfill your promise to your daughter. And hand over her dowry. Though we have little need for the money. But imagine the scandal that would erupt if you didn’t?” Your mother swallows audibly, and your father glares at your husband. He looks back cooly, not backing down. 

In the end, William wins the little starring contest, and your father averts his eyes. 

“Fine.” He growls, and William smiles,

“I’m glad we could come to an understanding. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go comfort my wife.” He says and gently turns you around to head for the dining room doors. 

“Wait, Liam.” Sherlock’s voice breaks through your raging emotions, and you stop, turning to face the middle child of the Holmes family. Your husband turns and looks at him,

“Yes?” Sherlock stands, that same smile on his face as he studies the two of you. “Was your marriage the only announcement you had to make?” He asks innocently, and you glare at him. 

Of course, he knew already.

William hums briefly before his lips curled in a devious grin,

“Oh yes, I almost forgot.” He says and puts a hand on the small of your back.

“We are expecting.” He says and leaves your brothers to deal with your dramatic parents once again. 

[fancyfeathers]

lol it'd be funnier if author!darling ACTUALLY disappears for a few days after marrying william. like the whole incident lol. also i can always see him wanting her to put more romance in her books. she'll probably relent, making messed up lovers who don't end up together out of spite. what i'm thinking is in "and then there were none" darling would be writing, dropping clues, hoping a certain someone (*cough* sherlock *cough*) would be able to piece things together soon

(Again for some reason @istgtumlrifyoudothisonemoretime your question is not showing up in my inbox, huh)

(Anyway a continuation of William with an author!darling)

But I have an idea with these…

During the engagement she writes two books, both with hidden clues within them for hopefully Sherlock to find. One of them is similar to the story of Veronica and JD from Heathers, which if you don’t know is kinda like Bonnie and Clyde but Veronica is almost forced into killing these people with him. So the first book is trying to tell of her current situation, forced into all of this and people are dying because of this. Since Heathers is set in an 80s high school, it would change to England high society, the aristocracy, to hint at what the Lord of Crime is doing. Then Veronica’s faking of ending herself would not be fake, she actually does it, hitting at what she would do if she cannot get out of there. But in the epilogue she would have a detective finding her body in an investigation, the detective’s name being an anagram for the name of Sherlock Holmes, perhaps something like Mr Celle Oshkosh, but not abbreviating Mr to hint at the fact that it is an anagram for the detective to find.

The second book would be very similar to And Then There Were None, but a few details would change. The dolls would be replaced with books, books with titles of her books which would point to the murders that happen in the real world, the ones that are based on her books. Then the judge/killer would be replaced with a professor to hint at it being William.

Now some of these hints William would pick up on, namely the ending of oneself in the the first book but not the hint in the epilogue, then the second book would have nothing William would not pick up on, after all it’s about him. He’s not upset about it actually, he’s almost flattered even, to be portrayed in on of her masterpieces, one of the best of her works. He would wait to read it until it has gone through her editor and gets published, reading it with a smile on his face and he would buy two copies, one of them for his shelves and the other to mark up and to make notes of the clues within.

But that aside, her intentions do not go forgiven, especially the last one in the first of her works.

So with that said he keeps her under constant watch and Louis takes the initiative to practically baby proof the house. When she has to be left alone she is kept in her room, not even able to write because of the fear she would stab herself with the pen or pencil.

But that was not her plan, at least not the killing herself fault…

Her plan to get them thinking that she is wanting to die before the wedding and once the wedding comes and she shares a room with William that the threat of her death is gone.

After the honeymoon is when her actual plan is sent into motion. William is off on a mission with most of the others but Louis and she had formed a bit of a friendship with her brother in law, but not without her own motivation. When they were at the market, she snags a few flowers, daffodils, flowers that seem harmless but if ingested can cause nausea, vomiting, and can even knock someone unconscious.

In the evening the two having tea after dinner and Louis’ mistake is letting her brew the tea because then he didn’t notice is her slipping the flower within. Within the hour Louis is sick, and slipping into unconsciousness, hot able to stop her as she snags the keys off of him…

When the others return in the morning they find Louis unconscious on the drawing room floor and front door locked, just to catch them off guard. They search for her but to no avail, no one has seen her, not even Scotland Yard or the neighbors have spotted her.

She has disappeared.

William goes back to her books, looking for clues and then he finally pays attention to the epilogue, the detective’s name is an anagram.

By this, she is already sitting in the drawing room of 221B Baker Street, watching the detective finally piece together the clues she left within her books.

[magicalgirlagency]

Hello! Do you know any comprehensive list of magical girl webcomics? Or alternatively some that you recommend?

I'm gonna go for the ones that have caught my eye, visually and/or otherwise (in a randomized order). Hope you don't have anything to do, you'll be staying here for a while.

And I might even update it if I see something new!

Cloudy Wondrous, by Kaninchenbau;

Glitter & Guilt, by RockyBloo;

Star Warrior Cosmos Leo, by Sailorpossum;

Magical Warrior Diamond Heart, by Pyon;

Kid Chrysalis: Butterfly Warrior, by Gabriel Joy Reid;

Supersonic Girl, by Sandra Diaz (okay, this one's more superhero-y, but it follows some MG tropes, and therefore still counts!);

Stardust Slammers, by Brian Wolf;

Angel Blue, by LaurenceL;

DolceCubed, by Sunsetfork;

Pretty Heart Bouquet, by E. Hetrick Jackson;

Mistral, by Amy;

The Tale of Crystal Teresa, by RainicornDraws;

God Has Spite, by Isaac;

In Your Dreams, by Kakathain;

Miracle Sakura, by Aurora Dordain;

Heartful Masquerade, by HANNAHP0CALYPSE;

Magical Package - Lilaca, by Tsunyandere;

O Grimório Perdido, by Guibley;

Starhop, by Cuttles;

Defend!!, by Peachieevee;

Business Magical, by Pizza Paper (this one here's a novel rather than a comic, but it can be found within Tapas, so it goes here too!);

Pepper Pixie, by Soffy;

The Amazing Mirna, by TinyBabyGhost;

Sweet Little Resistance, by Peachchild;

The Good, The Bad, & The Magical Girl, by Failmonger;

Star Savior Bunny, by Kendell and Kay;

Starry Eyed, by Mahoupeach;

Eternal Guardian Kanae, by Edea;

Crossed Stars, by Nyxalwitch;

Pretty Witch!, by Max i mystic;

Foul Maiden Inez-chan!, by alchykiller;

Seasons of Avallen, by Gem.i.ni;

Celestial Princess, by Saint Bree;

Magical Girl Academe, by War Bunny;

Pokey! The Unicorn Magical Girl, by CherryRoseum;

A Magical Girl's Guide to Adulting, by Patrick McCabe;

SuperChic: Rosemary!, by CaptainHAHA;

Honey and the Moon, by Meadow;

Brownie & Barebones, by BubbiBrownie;

Lupe Mágica, by RoninYorch;

Magical Girl Grim Reaper, by Kimo_Neko;

Manual Prático da Garota Mágica, by HeitorPC;

Wimp Witch, by C. Cameron (it's even an indie animated series on YouTube and Newgrounds!);

Retired Magical Girls Support Group, by Hairballdraws;

CMYQ~n: Magical Girl Project, by Marikyuun;

High Spirits Neoma, by Oroor0;

Ghostly Tales, by Hey Izzy;

My Boyfriend is a Magical Girl?!, by IMTHEJOHKE;

Lola Magica: My Grandma is a Magical Girl, by SUPRPRETTYGENIUSMIKI;

Modern Magical Girl, by Replaythepun;

Saffron Wave, by Kellerybird;

Magical Girls in College, by Jay-Taku;

Archmage Ascending, by Magicmooshka;

A Magical Girl's Day Off, by Grant Newbold;

How I Loathe Being a Magical Girl, by Nomnomnami (unfortunately, with the end of Smackjeeves, this one has become most likely a Lost Media);

My Life as a Magical Girl, by Vickycreator1;

Magical Girl Institute, by Portia Hightower;

Magical Boy Troubles, by Red_Mend;

MAGICAL GIRLfriend, by Thisisshaetae;

Anomique: Magical Girls Must Die, by Crayaks;

Dame Daffodil, by Sakura-rose12;

Maho Shonen, by Yana & Nat;

Hover Girls, by Geneva Bowers;

Princess Love❤Pon!, by Shauna J. Grant;

Star Rangers: Magical Space Cadet Squad, by Kagura-kun;

Strawberry Seafoam and Vampire Magicka, by Bryan Golden;

SpectraSpell, by Lisa Harald;

Magical Boy Basil, by Fireside Stories;

Kakkikomi Magical Girls, by HachiwareHouse;

Magical Girl Initiative, by Ika;

Eldritch Magical Girls, by Marighoul;

Magical Mom, by Prinnstar;

Magical Boy, by The Kao;

Magikats!, by Eilie Astara;

Magical Printing: Magenta Ink, by Chicinlicin;

Agents of the Realm, by Mildred Louis;

Shattered Starlight, by Nicole Shartrand;

Mahou Josei Chimaka, by KAIJU;

Brujaha, by Acersecomic;

Mahou Shounen FIGHT!, by Scuttlebutt Ink;

Magical Girl Problems? Magical Girl Solutions!, by Veronica Agarwal.

And this is all I have so far. I wish I could tag the bloggers/creators (those who can be found here on this social, anyway), but I believe that I've exceeded the post's limit to do such a thing, lol. Plus, some of them might be even discontinued.

[joanquill]

The Moriarty bros plus Sherlock with valentines prompt number 1??? Like the boys writing a letter to the reader confessing their love for them?

Thanks!

Writing a love letter, song, or poem

Moriarty Brothers and Sherlock Holmes

"Huh?" you raised a brow as you saw four assorted letters with a different flower on your doorstep.

The first one was an emerald green with a thornless rose tied to it. The second was scarlet red and a lily, the third was a royal purple with a daffodil, and the last was ocean blue with an iris.

You furrowed your brows as you inspected them.

"The Moriartys and Sherlock?" you muttered, "To (Y/N) (L/N)" in familiar handwriting on the back.

You rushed to your study room and looked for a letter knife, nervous to see why the four men sent a letter.

'Did something happen?' you thought as you carefully opened Albert's letter.

Dearest (Y/N), I apologize for resorting to writing my affections on paper. Still, I could never find the right words to say whenever I met your eyes. You are one of the reasons why the world seemed brighter and more vibrant than before. Whether we're dancing the night away or enjoying a quiet afternoon inside, I wish to enjoy this life I have with you by my side. Truly yours, Albert

"Oh, my God..." you muttered as you covered your face, feeling it heat up.

"I thought someone was dying..." you grumbled, embarrassed for being anxious.

You took a deep breath as you calmed down, opening William's letter next.

Dear (Y/N), As much as I detest not telling you in person, I fear that seeing you will make me change my mind about the future. While I did not plan for us to meet, I do not regret keeping you in my life. Every instance we met or times our paths were crossed, it was all in my design. And I will continue to choose you if you let me. Love, William

You rested your head on the table, steam practically pouring out of your ears.

"Are they all...?" you questioned as you opened Louis' next, seeing the paper was written over several times.

To (Y/N), I hope this letter finds you in good health. While I do not think much of the things I do, only as my mundane routine. But you always made it delightful, even making me look forward to each one. I may not be able to take you to balls or lavish parties, but I will dance with you in the kitchen whenever you take my hand. From, Louis

You gulped as you processed what you read, unsure if it was all really happening as you opened Sherlock's.

(N/N), I'm unsure how to say this, but John suggested I write to you. I don't understand it, but you've been in my mind for some time now. No matter what I do, your image haunts me with no end. When you're here, I will look for you and grasp whatever time I can have. When you're gone, I still yearn for your presence. It irks me how I don't know the answer, but I hope you do. -Sherlock

"Are you serious...?" you muttered, staring at the letters on your desk, processing what you've just read.

Lost in your thoughts, you jumped as your doorbell rang.

You hurried downstairs as you looked through the peephole, seeing Albert, William, Louis, and Sherlock with their flowers in hand.

You gulped as you slid down the door, having half a mind to pretend no one was home.

'What am I going to do...?'

[lamaisongaga]

BACK IN TIME: LADY GAGA IN LOUIS VUITTON F/W12 PATENT COAT IN LONDON

Lady Gaga left her hotel in London on May 13, 2011 dressed head-to-toe in black while maintaining things sexy. Styling by Nicola Formichetti and Brandon Maxwell.

Seen in chocolate-brown on the runway, Gaga wore black version of the patent leather double-breasted coat from Louis Vuitton's Fall/Winter 2011 collection.

You really have to squint to make out all the fabulous details. Apart from the insane stitching, this coat features oversized buttons, wide flap pockets and, the detail that stood out the most to me, delicate micro-scalloping on all the edges!

Now to her accessories. The shades are vintage Jean Paul Gaultier 56-8171 round sunglasses.

The grommet-embellished black leather gloves are from Bloomingdale's own namesake accessory line.

Black crocodile leather Daffodile platform pumps by Christian Louboutin completed the entire look.

[alarrytale]

I always find it both irritating and kind of amazing that louis' image seems to work for some people. The idea that this flamboyant theater kid has fooled so many people makes me giggle because this rough, laddy boy image has been his greatest part ever. This is a boy who openly describes himself as soft and flamboyant in 2012, and while he doesn't do it openly anymore all we have to do is see him drunk and the flamboyance comes back, in his reactions, his gesturing and dancing. The softness we see as well, all the time. From how he interacts with his family and any young fans, even conchobar. To his love of flowers and making floral arrangements which we have seen in interviews in like 2017 for loose women and when fans give him daffodils, which we know are his favorite.

While I know images are meant to work effectively make people see louis as a laddy boy but he's been cracking it since it's installment. He was cracking the facade during 1D and continously does so.

I also remember his love for interior design too where Harry in the same house as louis 2017 or 2018 loose women interview basically stated that he didn't design the interior but it was his house, my inferences being it was louis. I also remember older Larry moments and receipts talking about louis and Harry going to private museum/gallery showings and buying boxes at theater showings but those are from wayback.

Louis image has been pretty good in hiding him but it was cracked long ago and keeps being cracked. We don't really know what he's up to on breaks, he's gone with the wind and we only see him in pubs when we are supposed to see him.

I love you, anon! Hard same! I don't understand how they're fooled either, but maybe they don't know the more carefree, less restricted and to me at least more real Louis we got to see in the earlier 1d years? This dude used to make the other 1d boys wait while he got pedicures. He follows a handfull of interior design igs. He used to buy Harry art for his birthdays or Christmas. He's into vintage, we knew that before, but now we only get to see it through his clothing. He's so much more than his image and yes it's irritating when you see fans or others buying into it, or even worse when you see people liking his current image. Couldn’t be me.

[scalamore]

(Thoughts) CH 116 Summary

For the most part is consistent with the novel. Novel ver in particular: Brief mention of Lehan. After he visited Lari without permission and found her seaside home in the port town, he’s been visiting her here and there. He knows he’s not welcome, but he still hangs out with her.

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I assume despite saying she doesn’t want to see him anymore, Lari is a kind soul who forgives him soon and lets him hang out with her on his days off. To be honest, I didn’t like how Lari “forgave” Lehan so easily, especially after that giant betrayal. I know Lari is a kind soul, but COME ON, you can be angrier?? :(((

—

MEANWHILE the Manhwa version: Despite Lari telling him to go away, she doesn't want to associate with him, he flat out ignores her. Lehan keeps on sneakily gifting her money, dresses, shoes, gloves etc. Lari knows it’s him, because who else knows her location?? One day she catches him in the act and yells at him to stop - and he’s actually BLUSHING when she says that she knows its him - because again, he’s the only one know knows her location - and is super pleased and blushes at that fact. She tries to return ALL the items as she doesnt want or need them, but he caresses her cheek and says it’s all for her, (he won’t accept returns). Lari slaps his hand away, and repeats, they aren’t family any more, they have no relationship. Lehan dares to announce, with a kiss of her hand, that he wants to start their relationship from the beginning/redo it all. But Lari pulls her hand away and tells him to LEAVE NOW. Yet he says he’ll come again. and She says don’t come back as he thrusts the bouquet of flowers in her arms and runs off before she can yell at him no again.

Some time later, we can see him playing with Lari and the villager kid as the dress up doll with ribbons in his hair and a pearl necklace. Lari, stifling a laugh, says it’s (punishment) because he came even though she told him not to. Lehan says it’s because he sent so many letters, yet she ignored them all. Lari emphasizes because she doesn’t have to reply to them if she doesn’t want to. Lehan says it’s ok, because that gives him an excuse to visit her then. He checks the time and has to go, and tells Lari he’ll be back again when she isn’t tutoring the kid, and again, Lari tells him to don’t come back and is pretty upset about it.

— Thoughts … OK not going to lie, although I wanted Lari to reject Lehan more in the novel version, the manhwa version is absolutely disgusting. Lehan is doing whatever he wants, without any regard for what LARI wants. He’s completely gaslighting her Bellua style, and twists her words to fit what HE wants. She doesn’t want any relationship with him - they’re strangers, yet he interprets it as it’s a good time to start anew, with him being obvious and clear with his feelings. She’s a girl on her own, so she MUST obviously want dresses and accessories and more funds, right? She loves flowers, so here’s a nice bouquet of his favorite flowers.

I think this is intentional, but early on in the series when Lari visits Lehan at the opening ceremony, Lari remembers that Lehan likes yellow daffodils, and when she bought them at a fancy florist shop, she also chose a brown ribbon because it goes along with his hair/as House Bellua. He gifts her the same bouquet from a florist here (how i interpret it). This is absolutely crazy, because he’s gifting her HIS favorite flowers, and a ribbon of HOUSE BELLUA. NOT LARI’s FAVORITE FLOWERS.

The guy completely forgot that episode at the night market in CH 73 ish, where he, Lari, and Riche went and visited Louis’ stall with the wildflowers. He also never noticed she liked wildflowers in general. He didn’t consider giving her what she wanted - she prefers the wildflowers on the side of the road more than perfectly manicured flowers grown in greenhouses.

I just CANNOT with the amount of disrespect he’s showing her. It’s all what HE wants to do for her. It’s completely one-sided. He thinks she NEEDS/WANTs these things, and is being macho and gifting them to her. He thinks she’s playing hard to get or something, and won’t take no for an answer. He doesn’t register at all how upset and uncomfortable she is when he ignores her. He’s so annoying and is just an obsessive stalker at this point.

Again, the manhwa expands on the brief novel scenes. Again, I think it’s done purposely to compare him to Rupert. While Lehan has been requesting breaks often to go visit Lari, Rupert’s seething in jealousy because he can’t visit her. Well, technically he can be just like Lehan and barge in without consent, but Rupert is stuck because he’s respecting her last wish: which is not to see him again. It’s the same thing she told Lehan - she doesn’t want to see either one of them again. Yet Lehan completely ignores it, and is getting drunk on his affections, while Rupert is still miserable as ever without her :( It’s so annoying when Lehan says basically “lol Rupert’s so obvious that he misses her” >_>;;; like why are you rubbing it in? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO CAUSED THIS MESS BY MAKING HER DOUBT RUPERT.

Im so glad they included a panel of the leaf (from chapter 62!). He misses her so muchhhhhh.

Regarding the wildflowers: While Lehan gifts her HIS favorite flower, Rupert knows full well Lari likes wildflowers after watching over her for so long, and had already changed the garden in front of the main palace to have common wildflowers she’ll like - because she’ll be happy to see them if she ever returns :( (novel detail). Also, CUTE DETAIL where the light in Rupert’s eyes have returned, even just by watching Lari from afar and knowing she’s safe and well. :)) —- last detail: in the novel there’s a mini-joke where Lehan and Louis look pitifully at Rupert because it’s so obvious he misses her that he stalks her from afar like this, and he does this for a few months. BUT HERE, in the manhwa, Lehan’s stalking is just so so bad and creepy that it makes Rupert’s stalking look tame in comparison. At least Rupert is still respecting her wishes, and not ignoring everything she says >:( Ch 117 is the last chapter of season 3….

[beenovel]

sometimes I think about my grandad and I just want to lay of the floor and sob

There’s a man who loves his wife and daughter. He’s a priest who preaches acceptance and love and reason in the face of hatred and bigotry. He spends decades of his life working to get kids off the streets, out of gangs, off drugs. He earns their trust. He earns their respect. He works with multiple major cities to deal with their homeless populations. He spends time with his family, with his wife’s family. Teaches his daughter about trees and plants and foraging.

I don’t know what happened exactly, but the man gets sucked into the charismatic church and greed and suffering. He becomes cruel and twisted. He drives his wife to alcoholism, just to keep herself sane. When his children grow up, one cuts him off entirely. His wife leaves him and gets sober again. He drives away everyone who ever cared about him.

But he loved me. He brought me starbursts and pulled them out from behind my ears. He brought me seven golden daffodils, like in the song he would sing me to sleep with. He took me into the woods and taught me how to track deer. What the names of all the trees were and what their leaves look like. He made me pancakes bigger than my head, covered in butter and corn syrup. He held me in his lap and read his Louis L’amour books until I fell asleep, dreaming of cowboys and the Wild West.

And now this man sits in a retirement home. He can’t remember the names of his children, though he knows he has them. He doesn’t know his own name, or where he is. There is an old woman. Not his wife, someone he met in this home. She can’t remember her name either. They sit together and hold hands and become distressed when they are separated. He smiles. He is gentle. He is once again kind.

[ceekbee]

I took the day off to contemplate the layers of sediment swirling like eddies around my soul. What pings and pushes? What hurts? What could ease the stings like a fresh pink horizon waking up this part of the world? And so, I took the day off, dangled my feet over the pier of life, and stirred my thoughts with the clouds. I became a fish. A child. A river. A song. I became the season of daffodils. Yellow is the scent of renewal. Friends are the garden. Justice no longer harpoons the whales. A tree falls, and we hear it. When we take time to really listen, we become aware of how we are connected to it all.

Much love & respect, Carolyn Riker

Author of The Colors I Hear

Artist Featured: Loui Jover

[lost-dreamers-system]

Welcome to the Sanguine Rosarium -- a place for us (the sanguine mirror continuum) to talk about our plural journey? When I started this blog, I was pretty sure I was a median system of some sort but recently discovered that we are absolutely more distinctly plural than that and somewhere on the "plural" side of the "singlet/plural" spectrum as opposed to sitting firmly in the middle! As far as I can tell, literally all of the people in here with me (Roz) are fictives.

Anyway, we're a probably traumagenic non-disordered plural system where the host has (documented) borderline personality disorder.

Anyway, here's our new pinned post!

Possible people who might post on this blog: Roz - 30s, trans man, host/core, bisexual, alterhuman. Adam - 126/28, cis man, ?????, "straight", a literal vampire. Morgan - mid-20s, cis woman, ????, bisexual, a faerie soul born human. Laurent - 29/54, cis man, ?????, bisexual, a literal vampire with magic. Louis - 29/54, cis man, ?????, bisexual, a literal vampire with shapeshifting, Laurent's twin brother. Florian - early 20s/30s, trans man, possibly a manifestation of problematic sexual desires, dhampir with minor shapeshifting abilities. Daffodil - 16ish/????, trans man, bisexual, a literal changeling child who got turned into a vampire against his will... Some kind of inner child, I think.

(We'll likely make a more detailed post in the future)

[styleofdiamandis]

ATTITUDE MAGAZINE AWARDS: MARINA STUNS IN MARY KATRANTZOU & JUST CAVALLI

One night. One Girl. Two Looks. Marina dominated over the red carpet at the Attitude Magazine Awards which were held at the one One Mayfair on October 16, 2012.

Marina stepped onto the red carpet dressed in the Peony porcelain horses print strapless silk cocktail mini dress from "the queen of prints" Mary Katrantzou's Fall/Winter 2012 collection.

The look was paired with some fine jewelry. Both her Victoria serpent-shaped diamond necklace...

...and Luna petal gold ring with turquoise center stone are by NYC-based jewelry brand Sorellina.

It doesn't get more glitz than this! Marina completed her evening ensemble with a pair of Christian Louboutin's show-stopping, blue strass-encrusted Daffodile platform pumps.

Later that night, Marina was papped leaving the One Mayfair in an entire new look! She opted for the colorful printed stretch-silk cocktail dress from Just Cavalli.

The Welsh-Greek beauty carried all of her belongings in the��Louis Vuitton toiletry monogram leather and brown canvas pouch.

Last but definitely not least, Marina rocked a pair of the Christian Louboutin Achilda black suede and orange faux fur pumps with round toe.

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolate Prince and The Lovely Maiden {Willy Wonka x Rose Bucket AU}

Chapter 15

A Date For Rose and Ichabod

Tagging: @holdmeicant​ @frozenhuntress67​ @pastelpiisces​ @trekkitkat​ @werewolfbansheelove​

The tavern was as lively as ever. With rowdy customers roaring and sultry barmaids flirting with all the customers. Harry sat in his usual spot in front of the fireplace. He drank his beer as he thought of ways where he could make Rose his. It was only right that they be together, for he was the most handsome man in the entire kingdom and she was the most beautiful girl. 

“Harry! Harry!” Louis called for his friend.

“What is it, Louis?” Harry snarled, not wanting the company at the moment. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Doing what exactly?”

“Thinking of Rose, you bloody fool!” Harry yelled, making all the patrons stop to look at him for a moment before they proceeded with their business. “She will be mine, and I won’t stop until she is”

“But, Harry, why think about Rose, when you can just see her?” Louis tempted. “The whole town is talking! There’s a new girl in town today and people are saying her beauty is quite unmatched”

“That’s my Rose!” Harry got out of his seat and made his way for the door. “I must go see her and try another attempt at wooing her!”

“Yes, of course, but there is something you should know--”

Harry ignored his friend as he made his way to the door. “Now isn’t the time to waste mine, Louis. I’m off to see my woman!” And with that, Harry was out the door.

Boy, he’s not going to be happy when he sees she’s with that Ichabod fellow Louis thought. Oh well.

Ichabod started by showing Rose all the lovely sights around the town. She was enamored by every single one. And so many people stopped to say a friendly hello to her. Currently, they were at the town’s fountain. Ichabod was going to show her how to make a wish. “Here” Ichabod handed her a gold coin.

“What’s this for?” Rose asked, looking at the coin.

“It’s to make a wish” Ichabod explained. Oh, wishes! Rose loved making wishes. “You make your wish, then throw the coin into the fountain”

“Okay” Rose closed her eyes and thought of a wish. Once she silently made her wish, she threw her coin into the fountain. It splashed when it hit the water and sunk to the bottom of the fountain.

“What did you wish for?” Ichabod whispered in her ear.

Rose smiled. “I can’t tell you, otherwise it won’t come true!” She sat down on the edge of the fountain and put her hand in the water. “Have any wishes you made here ever come true?”

Ichabod stared at Rose with love in his eyes. “One”

“It’s your turn to make a wish now” Rose tempted. What more could Ichabod wish for? He had Rose right here with him. Well, there was one thing. Ichabod pulled another gold coin out of his pocket. He closed his eyes and spoke the wish in his head. Once he had made his wish, he tossed the coin into the fountain. “What did you wish for?” It was Rose’s turn to ask.

“You know I can’t tell you” Ichabod repeated Rose’s words to her. “Because if I tell you...”

“It won’t come true” Rose finished. She looked past Ichabod and noticed the shop decorated with flowers. “Is that a flower shop?”

Ichabod turned to see what Rose was pointing at. “It is! Would you like to visit it?”

“If it’s not too much trouble” Ichabod took Rose’s hand and gently pulled her in the direction of the flower shop. They entered the shop and when the bell rang, it made Rose giggle. She immediately became intoxicated by all the sweet smells of the various flowers. There were roses and lilies, daffodils and daisies. Rose had never seen so many flowers in one place.

“Ichabod!” A woman called out to him. It was Petunia, the owner of the shop.

Ichabod smiled at the woman. “Petunia!”

Petunia walked over to the couple. Her eyes were set on Rose. She smiled at the girl. “Aren’t you as pretty as a rose?”

“Funny you should say that because my name happens to be Rose” The girl said.

Petunia kept staring at the girl. She gently cupped the girl’s face and looked into her eyes. Petunia sensed a hint of familiarity in them. Rose was confused as to why this woman she just met was staring at her in such a way. “Oliver, would you come out here please?”

The man came out of the backroom. This was Petunia’s husband, Oliver. “Yes, my dear? What is it?” He saw the way Petunia was holding onto the girl’s face. “Petunia, you’re scaring the poor girl”

“Oliver, just look at her” Petunia said. Oliver sighed but stepped closer to Rose. It didn’t take long for him to see what Petunia saw. “Oh my..”

Rose’s eyes widened. “What is it?”

“Have we ever met you before...?” Oliver waited for his wife to say the girl’s name.

“Rose”

Oliver nodded and repeated the name. “Rose. Have we met you before Rose?”

“No” Rose shook her head. “This is my first time being in town. Why?”

“It’s just...” Petunia spoke this time. “You seem familiar. Like we’ve met you somewhere before”

“It’s the eyes” Oliver added.

“If I had met you both before, I would’ve remembered” Rose said in an apologetic tone. “I’m sorry, but you both must have me mistaken with someone else”

Petunia sighed and finally let go of Rose’s face. “You’re probably right. I’m sorry we put you through this, my dear”

Rose smiled. “It’s quite alright”

“How can we help you?”

Ichabod spoke this time. “Rose wanted to come in and see what you had for flowers”

Petunia grew a wide smiled. “Well we have plenty of selection! What sort of flowers do you like?”

“Well, roses of course” Rose answered.

Oliver chuckled. “Well we have plenty of those, in all sorts of colours!” He brought Rose and Ichabod over to the wall of roses they had. “Did you know that each colour of roses have their own specific meaning? For instance, yellow roses--”

Rose finished for Oliver. “Symbolize cheerfulness and friendship!”

Oliver pointed to another colour of rose. “And purple?”

“Purple is a symbol of royalty”

Oliver chuckled. “You sure know all about roses, don’t you Rose?”

Rose smiled. “Of course! They are my namesake after all!”

“Which one do you want?”

Rose turned to Ichabod. “Why don’t you pick for me?” Ichabod already had his eyes set on the red roses from the minute he walked into the shop. He picked the first red rose he saw off of the wall and presented it to Rose, who blushed a deep crimson colour. “Red” She said as she took the rose from Ichabod. “Red means...”

Ichabod smiled. “I know what red means. And that’s why I chose it for you”

Rose brought the rose up to her nose. The soft petals tickled her nostrils. She breathed in the intoxicating sweet scent of the flower. She looked up at Ichabod with adoration in her eyes. “Thank you”

Ichabod brushed his fingers against her soft cheek. He then turned to Petunia and Oliver. “How much for the rose?”

Petunia shook her head. “Oh, don’t you worry about it. It’s on us!”

Ichabod nodded. “You’re both too kind” With that, Ichabod and Rose both bid their goodbyes to Petunia and Oliver, and they left the shop. “Are you enjoying the day so far?”

“This is the best day I’ve ever had in all my life, Ichabod!” Rose gushed. She touched his arm and then kissed his cheek. “I have you to thank for it”

Ichabod blushed. His hand went to Rose’s cheek. He caressed it and brushed the skin under her eye with his thumb. His eyes flickered down to her lips. Rose felt her heart pounding against her chest. Was this is it? Her eyes closed when Ichabod started leaning in and she waited for the feel of his lips against hers, but they were so rudely interrupted.

“What is this!?” Harry’s loud voice bellowed. Rose’s eyes opened and she looked in fear at the man who had been harassing her for months now. Ichabod just glared at the man. “What do you think you’re doing with my girl!?”

“She is not yours!” Ichabod said. 

Harry gave Ichabod a glare so hard that if looks could kill, he would’ve dropped dead to the ground. “She’s been mine since the moment I first saw her!”

That’s when Rose got the courage to speak up. “I would never be with someone like you!” Harry started laughing, as if he thought she was joking. “What’s so funny?”

“Of course you want to be with me!” Harry gloated. “Every maiden in the kingdom wants to be with me!”

“Not me” Rose growled defensively. “I want you to get this through your thick skull. Nothing in this world will make me be with you. We could be the last two remaining people in the kingdom and I wouldn’t be with you. So just leave me alone!”

Harry’s smile faltered, and was quickly replaced with a look of anger. “I will have you, Rose. One way or another!” Then Harry looked to Ichabod. “And you! I better not see you anywhere near her again, otherwise I will carve your heart out and feed it to the wolves!”

“I would like to see you try” Ichabod said without any fear present in his voice. It intimidated Harry a little bit, at how Ichabod wasn’t terrified of him like every other man in this village was. Harry couldn’t stammer out another word as he marched away, like a little child would after their toy got confiscated by their mommy.

Rose sighed in annoyance. “I wish he would just leave well enough alone”

Ichabod took her hands in his. “Don’t let him get to you, my love”

Rose smiles up at Ichabod, her anger towards Harry quickly fading away and replaced by her love for Ichabod.

The moon was out and there were sparkling stars everywhere, decorating the night sky. It was the perfect end to a perfect day. There was still one thing Ichabod wanted to do with Rose. He wanted to take her on a carriage ride. He had it set up, specially just for them. Ichabod climbed into the carriage first. Then, he extended his hand to Rose to help her in. Once the two of them were in the carriage, they both sat down, and it started to move.

It was a mostly silent ride between them. They enjoyed the pretty sights of the town, and most importantly, each other’s company. The carriage took them on a trip, just outside of the town. Ichabod gazed at Rose, who’s head was looking up, admiring the night sky. He took in a deep breath. It was now or never.

Ichabod reached into his pocket and just kept his hand there, his hand clasped around the velvet box. “Rose, I need to ask you something”

She turned her head to Ichabod and gazed at him. “What is it?” 

Ichabod wanted to ask her to marry him, but the words just couldn’t come out for some reason. Instead, an entirely different question came out. “I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to the Prince’s ball?”

Rose’s eyes sparkled with interest. “A ball?”

“It’s to celebrate the Prince’s...engagement” Ichabod had to keep himself from retching at the thought. “I find balls to be rather boring, but having you there with me would make the night better”

Rose smiled. “I would love to go with you, Ichabod!”

Ichabod smiled--and then he noticed just how beautiful she is underneath the moonlight. His heart started beating against his chest. “Rose...” He spoke her name ever so softly.

“Yes, Ichabod?”

Ichabod didn’t say anything else. He just began leaning in. Rose’s eyes closed and she waited to feel his soft lips on hers. But what she got wasn’t a kiss. But rather an unkindness attack. The ravens came out of nowhere but they swarmed Rose. They knocked her out of the carriage and kept swarming her until she started to cry. Then, the ravens just left. Ichabod hopped out of the carriage to check on Rose. “My love, are you alright?” He asked. Rose shook her head. He noticed that one of the ravens had left a bleeding cut on her cheek. “That was odd. Ravens don’t usually attack just like that”

That was too close. Avonmora had been observing Rose’s date through a crystal ball the entire evening. They were about to kiss. She just couldn’t have that, so Avonmora sent her unkindness of ravens to intrude on their date before their lips could meet. She couldn’t have the girl falling in love with a boy and leaving her behind. Who else would she use a slave? Well, there’s the boy but he can only do so much. 

There was also another reason she couldn’t have Rose kissing the boy, but that reason will be revealed to you at another time. Avonmora needed a plan. Something to break Rose and Ichabod apart. She waved her hand and the image on the crystal ball changed. It was of that hunter, Harry. He was sitting in at his spot in the tavern, in front of the fire. He stared at the dancing flames as he stroked the petals of the rose he had in hand. Avonmora knew Harry was hopelessly obsessed with Rose, but she could use that to her advantage.

And she knew exactly how she was going to do it...

[lledron]

Louis James Moriarty / Albert James Moriarty , Part 2

Part 1, here: https://lledron.tumblr.com/post/718787539505430528/louis-james-moriarty-x-albert-james-moriarty

What pets do they have? Albert wanted to keep Charles, so he shares custody with Mycroft. "Who's cute and beautiful?" said Albert, petting the pigeon and handing it pieces of freshly baked bread. "Albert, you're making her too fat…" said Louis, taking the pieces of bread away from the poor bird. "He's just hungry. "He has to maintain a healthy life in order to fly and do…whatever it is that pigeons do…Promise me that you will feed him conscientiously and that you will talk to Director Holmes about a good feeding plan" said Louis. "I promise," said Albert. His fingers were trembling. He desperately wanted a drink, but this was his third day without touching alcohol. He could have. He could.

Wedding (Including a Modern AU Who's proposing? Well, technically they were married, Albert thought. They lived in the same house, shared a Netflix account and paid for it jointly. But legally they were brothers, even if they hadn't seen these people in years. Louis was on her chest, stroking her nipple. And before his other head thought he'd better go for a second round, Albert spoke up: "Will you marry me?" The blond raised his head, looking beautiful and confused. "Are you kidding?" he inquired. "No" she explained and pulled out the ring, hidden behind the headboard of the bed. "Louis James Moriarty, will you marry me?" he said and held up the simple gold ring.No blood covered diamonds for them. "Yes," Louis replied, smiling. "But what are we going to do if…?" "Don't worry about that, I already have a plan" Albert said and wrapped him in a hug. The world could burn for all he cared.

Who really enjoyed the planning? They both did! "Louis, why don't you sit Sherlock and Will at the, you know, married table?" "They're newlyweds. We have a list, Albert, your list…" "You know Moneypenny and Bond tried that once and it didn't work, right? Why do you want to put them together at the singles table?" "All right, you win, we'll send out an invitation with a plus one." "Confirmation from the bodyguards came in as well. If they see that hideous thing* or my parents they have orders to call the police."

Would your wedding be small or grand? It would be intimate, because I think in this AU Albert was still working for the Queen of England's secret service. Arrangements of roses, lilies and daffodils. Albert and Louis would have fits in case something goes wrong during the wedding. If Albert's parents walk in, if the judge decides not to marry them… Fortunately, all went well, but Moran stopped a crazy ex of Louis' who had bypassed security and was going to say "I object because they are brothers, he introduced him to me as his older brother and told me not to worry". Helena, William and Sherlock's daughter, was the flower girl and Fred was the ring bearer.

Which guest was happier to see them get married? William cried tears of joy as his brothers kissed in front of the judge. Sherlock hugged him from behind and held out a handkerchief. *Albert calls his brother "the thing".

¿Qué mascotas tienen? Albert quería quedarse con Charles, así que comparte la custodia con Mycroft. "¿Quién es lindo y hermoso?", dijo Albert, acariciando a la paloma y dándole trozos de pan recién horneado. "Albert, la estás engordando demasiado…" dijo Louis, quitándole los trozos de pan a la pobre ave. "Sólo tiene hambre. "Tiene que mantener una vida sana para poder volar y hacer… lo que sea que hagan las palomas… Prométeme que lo alimentarás a conciencia y que hablarás con el director Holmes sobre un buen plan de alimentación" dijo Louis. "Lo prometo", dijo Albert. Le temblaban los dedos. Deseaba desesperadamente un trago, pero era su tercer día sin tocar el alcohol. Podría haberlo hecho. Podría.

Boda (incluye un AU moderno) ¿Quién se declara? Bueno, técnicamente estaban casados, pensó Albert. Vivían en la misma casa, compartían una cuenta de Netflix y la pagaban conjuntamente. Pero legalmente eran hermanos, aunque llevaran años sin verse. Louis estaba sobre su pecho, acariciándole el pezón. Y antes de que su otra cabeza pensara que era mejor ir a por una segunda ronda, Albert habló: "¿Quieres casarte conmigo?" El rubio levantó la cabeza, hermoso y confuso. "¿Estás de broma?", inquirió. "No", explicó y sacó el anillo, oculto tras el cabecero de la cama. "Louis James Moriarty, ¿quieres casarte conmigo?" dijo y levantó el sencillo anillo de oro.Nada de diamantes cubiertos de sangre para ellos. "Sí", respondió Louis, sonriendo. "¿Pero qué vamos a hacer si…?". "No te preocupes por eso, ya tengo un plan" dijo Albert y lo envolvió en un abrazo. Por él, el mundo podía arder.

¿A quién le gustaba planear? A los dos. "Louis, ¿por qué no sientas a Sherlock y Will en la, ya sabes, mesa de los casados?". "Son recién casados. Tenemos una lista, Albert, tu lista…" "Sabes que Moneypenny y Bond lo intentaron una vez y no funcionó, ¿verdad? ¿Por qué quieres ponerlos juntos en la mesa de solteros?" "De acuerdo, tú ganas, enviaremos una invitación con un acompañante." "También llegó la confirmación de los guardaespaldas. Si ven esa cosa horrible* o a mis padres tienen órdenes de llamar a la policía."

¿Su boda sería pequeña o grandiosa? Sería íntima, porque creo que en esta UA Albert aún trabajaba para el servicio secreto de la Reina de Inglaterra. Arreglos de rosas, lirios y narcisos. Albert y Louis tendrían ajustes en caso de que algo saliera mal durante la boda. Si los padres de Albert entran, si el juez decide no casarlos… Afortunadamente, todo salió bien, pero Moran detuvo a una ex loca de Louis que se había saltado la seguridad e iba a decir "me opongo porque son hermanos, me lo presentó como su hermano mayor y me dijo que no me preocupara". Helena, la hija de William y Sherlock, fue la niña de las flores y Fred el portador de los anillos.

¿Qué invitado se alegró más de que se casaran? William lloró de alegría cuando sus hermanos se besaron delante del juez. Sherlock le abrazó por detrás.

[roseshirtlouis]

what kind of flower-kind-of-guy do you think louis and harry are ?

i think louis is daisy and daffodils kind of guy and harry is the roses sunflowers and all itsy bitsy cutsy flowers kind of girlie

[alwaysmercy]

Sitting Vigil

Some dates are embedded in our memory, sharp and crisp, while others catch us unawares. This morning, the signs were there ~ an uneasy night’s sleep, the daffodils with their sunny faces catching the early February sun, my morning devotions with the reminder that today is the death date of Martin Luther, who died in 1546. Then it dawned on me. Today is the anniversary of my father’s death. It’s been twelve years.

I wrote something about my father’s last hours many years ago and am reposting it here.

In the still, inky hours between midnight and dawn, my father lay dying.  Unable to speak or move, struggling for breath, his vital organs shutting down, he lay there succumbing to the ravages of a severe stroke and pneumonia.

It is difficult to reconcile this image with the one that is before me now. I am looking at a framed photo of the two of us taken some time before my first trip to Africa in 2006. We are sitting side-by-side, leaning into each other with smiles of contentment, not knowing what the years to come would bring each of us. As it turned out, I would venture out making treks across the continents, while he moved across two state lines. I would witness suffering beyond suffering in Kenya and Sudan. He would begin that slow decline that comes with age and debilitating diseases--a decline that brings suffering of body and soul.

A much younger Pamela and her father, Louis “Spike” Boehle, 2005

It was our shared suffering that brought us closer. We journeyed along suffering’s way absorbing her lessons of brokenness, leading us to the places of vulnerability and compassion. In this shared space, we spoke of essential things: Love, Christ, joys, sorrows, fears, and desires.

On that February night when he lay dying, I lay sleeping, almost a thousand miles away. But he was not alone. Throughout the dark hours of that winter night, a hospice volunteer was sitting by his side. I think of it as sitting vigil, standing guard, being present, offering the gift of presence in the most tangible, concrete way possible.  And it was this same volunteer who held the phone to my father’s ear so I could speak to him as he took his last breaths. In this sacred space, I spoke of essential things: Love, Christ, and my father’s imminent journey home. We prayed The Our Father, The Apostles’ Creed, the Psalms ~ familiar words of faith that had shaped us along the way.

I cannot tell you the name of the hospice, nor the name of the hospice volunteer who so lovingly gave of himself to be present with my father in that betwixt and between time ~ that time from life to death to life again in Christ. But I can tell you this ~ I am forever grateful. This gratitude has gently nudged me over the past few years to the place where I find myself today. It is a place of stories, passions, and dreams.

We all have stories ~ stories of life, of suffering and of death. These stories connect us at an essential level. Our shared stories often move us to a place of compassion and mercy, and the desire to “do something”. Once such conversation took place in 2013 with a dear friend and colleague in Kenya, Pastor David Chuchu. Our desire to be present with those in their suffering, and especially in those last hours of life, has given birth to a dream to build a hospice house in rural Kenya. I have begun to speak of this dream in some of the various presentations given on the mercy work in Kenya and people have shared their stories with me ~ stories of suffering, dying and the beauty of hospice in such a vulnerable and intimate time.

Pastor David Chuchu and Pamela, 2014

Thanks to many of you, our stories are intertwining to create Rehema Open Door, the hospice and palliative care center in Kenya. Rehema Open Door now has a foundation, walls, and a roof!  Within her walls and out in the community, Rehema Open Door will sit vigil with those who are suffering and/or dying.

See our stories and visit our website, alwaysmercy.org