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foolishlovers · 8 months ago

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I saw your offer to give fic recommendations! Do you have any fluff favorites (especially south downs cottage related ones)?

hii yes i love to give fic recs 🥰

[you can request more fic recs here.]

here are some fluffy south downs good omens fics:

Routine by Burrahobbit (G, 700) In their South Downs cottage, Crowley and Aziraphale quickly fall into a routine, as they are wont to do. This particular morning, however, is different.

Taking Some Pictures or Something by his_infinitevariety (G, 2k) On a road trip to the South Downs Crowley gives Aziraphale his phone to take photos of the views. However, Aziraphale doesn't know how the phone works and spends all day accidentally posting to Crowley's Instagram story.

Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils by MostWeakHamlets (G, 3k) Aziraphale has a cooking show on the internet. It started out with three viewers, but now he's known as the happy grandfather that blew up overnight. Crowley occasionally makes cameos, has dedicated his garden to giving Aziraphale fresh herbs and vegetables, and struggles with living after the apocalypse. _ “Taste this, my dear,” Aziraphale said. He held a spoonful of jam to Crowley’s lips with his free hand cautiously under it, ready to catch any dripping. Crowley leaned forward to wrap his lips around the spoon. Most likely his shyness came from the small tender moments Aziraphale was not afraid of showing the world. It had been the topic of many long conversations after Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand in St. James Park, causing Crowley to freeze and break out in a cold sweat. Being discreet had always been their top priority. For 6,000 years, someone would have surely seen them if they embraced in the middle of London. But now, Aziraphale had assured Crowley, things were different. They no longer needed to hide, but Aziraphale would go as slow as Crowley needed him to. It was almost funny how their roles had switched after the apocalypse.

a city wall and a trampoline by kafkian (T, 4k) In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!' - 5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse.

Love Like Fools by animeangelriku (T, 4k)

One minute, Aziraphale is cataloguing some of his first editions, and the next one, he’s leaning against the bookshelf with one hand because he feels like the breath he doesn’t necessarily need (but is nonetheless used to taking) has just been knocked out of him.

He does not need to hold back his feelings for Crowley anymore. He does not need to hide his feelings for Crowley anymore. They’re on their own side now. Show Me The Sugar by WaitingToBeBroken (T, 4k) When the new "couple" moves in the cottage down the road, it's apparent to everyone what their Arrangement is. Rachel, the owner of the pet shop they had just visited, is not so sure anymore. Who was supposed to be the sugar father again?

Show me where the Nightingale sings by Sabotaged_Words (G, 6k) After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back. some other fluff favourites:

Eden Nails by AppleSeeds (T, 8k) After learning that his incredibly attractive mysterious new neighbour Crowley runs a nail salon, Aziraphale goes there for a manicure and is thrilled when Crowley offers to do it for him personally.

A sweet world by NohaIjiachi (G, 11k) “Good morning!” the man chirped, with a smile that could light up an entire room. “It is such a beautiful day, today, isn’t it?” Crowley managed to hold back the pained groan he could feel rising from the depths of his throat. Small talk and joyfulness. It was too early for this. Morning people were insufferable. “D’you make coffee?” he asked instead, or maybe grunted. The man hummed. “I certainly can,” he commented lightly, turning around and opening an aquamarine painted cupboard.

a picnic plan for you and me by Anonymous (G, 20k) “It’s angel food cake,” he said. He waited. When Aziraphale did nothing but nod politely: “It’s funny, see, ‘cause-” “No, no, I get it.” Aziraphale nodded again. “Very funny.” “Oh, shut up, it is-” “May I ask what brought this on?” Crowley paused. “Can’t a guy just want to try baking?” (Or, Crowley makes Aziraphale food after the world doesn't end. It has absolutely nothing to do with how much he wants to make Aziraphale smile.) [you can find more fic rec masterposts here.]

#hope you'll enjoy these 💜#good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fic #good omens south downs #south downs #aziracrow #aziracrow fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #answered #foolish recs #go fic masterpost #foolishlovers

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gardenvarietygay · 6 months ago

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Book Review* - On Guerilla Gardening by Richard Reynolds

I don’t read many books, I prefer audiobooks, and I don’t read many nonfiction books in any format. I’m a person who prefers to listen to a fictional story or at least something narrative. However, my husband very sweetly got me this book for Christmas since he knows I’ve been curious about the topic.

The subtitle to this book is “a handbook for gardening without boundaries” but I think that the title alone, which suggests an academic treatise on the broad strokes of a subject ie “On Medieval Chivalric Codes of Honor” or “On Governance” is more fitting. (I believe the actual title Reynolds is referencing is the manual On Guerilla Warfare by Mao Zedong, make of that what you will.) The first 117 pages of this book are pure tedium. If someone needed to be convinced that planting flowers by roadsides was worthwhile, I think the author might talk them into it and back out by the end. Reynolds spends his time detailing real guerilla movements, chastising people for making gorilla/guerrilla gardening jokes, and explaining that flowers are prettier than concrete. I found it muddled, condescending and boring but when I looked up reviews of this book people seemed to think it was refreshing or something.

From page 121 onward, we have the practical advice. Actually, we have some very impractical advice surrounded by way more introduction than necessary. Even though Reynolds has spent 117 pages bashing you over the head with war metaphors, he still feels the need to include yet more war imagery before every bit of advice. I wasn’t offended by the WMD jokes or the frequent references to guns, it was certainly and odd choice but whatever, I was just annoyed that he kept this stupid gimmick up for all 247 pages. Sometimes jokes aren’t bad because they’re offensive, they’re simply not funny.

Writing style aside, the advice is pretty middling. The plants recommended are just based on the author’s personal experience growing plants on medians in London. Gardening is like politics, extremely local. I’m not begrudging the man his foxgloves and daffodils but they’re just not a good choice for an internationally-distributed book. He actually recommends planting invasive plants (as in plants that he knows are invasive in most places including the UK) so that they take over. He includes the barest of caveats about making sure you keep them in check, however the gordian knot of finding that balance will not be untied for us. Since specific gardening advice becomes useless before it even crosses a time zone, it strikes me that rather than spending 12 pages on plant recommendations, they should’ve simply cut this section or suggested broad categories for the international release.

We are told that seed bombs are the preferred method to scatter seeds and that some people put them in eggshells, some people mould them into guns (just like in war!!), some people put industrial binding agents into them, and some people use a device that somehow uses laughing gas. There are no recipes or real instructions, just anecdotes. There is no explanation of how laughing gas aids in seed spreading, that one might be a joke. On subjects such as water, tools, choosing locations, etc. the advice is very basic but solid enough.

To be frank, once I got into the anecdotes without advice section I started skimming and never stopped. There’s every possibility that on page 240 of this book he really turns things around and makes this mess into a manifesto but I don’t think that would save it for me.

This book left me generally unimpressed. The concept was cute until it was aggravating, the writing was such a repetitive slog that I ended up skimming over paragraphs, and the advice seemed either so specific that it couldn’t be generalized or so basic that it needn’t be printed and sold. The cover is cute, that’s a good thing because it will be staying closed on my bookshelf for a long time. I believe the first edition of this book came out in the early 2000s and it shows. Maybe if I read this book in 2008 I’d have been charmed but in 2024 I’m just annoyed and confused.

*Inspired by @plantyhamchuk’s gardening book reviews.

#gardening #book review #garden #plants #guerrilla gardening

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dimsilver · 8 months ago

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cannot recommend adding the word “my” to your surroundings enough.

my house, my sunset spot, my little field, my tree, my daffodil patch. my creek. my hilltop. my tiny little thai place. my library. my old stone ruin. my love.

the woods full of bluebells a stranger let me go into one time after I drove past, was immediately captivated, and sent them a letter begging to be allowed? sorry that’s my bluebell woods now

yes those things might just be a basement apartment and a roadside and five feet of ground behind a building and a bookshelf and a place you drive past every day but!! there’s something about claiming and loving the things around you that makes life so sweet

#btw I really really want to go back to my bluebell woods #however. I don’t want to abuse the kindness of the stranger who literally let me come over and traipse around for a few hours without ever #meeting me #and also oh how I miss my little field #sunsets there were truly the best

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mistydeyes · 1 year ago

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periwinkles and daffodils

summary: A young Kyle spends the summer in the Worcestershire countryside and makes a new flower obsessed friend.

pairing: Gaz x childhood love! fem!Reader

warnings: FLUFF! Literally just some childhood crushes and cuteness, UK inaccuracies (especially with geography)

a/n: There isn't enough Gaz love on here and I'm gonna change that

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There were only two things in your life that remained consistent, flowers and Kyle Garrick. Well, maybe only one thing. Flowers could always be plucked from your garden during the warmer months or from your local grocer's when the weather turned cool and the leaves began to fall. Even in the dead of winter, you were able to have the most colorful and pristine petals gently wrapped and shipped to your doorstep from a warmer continent. Kyle, on the other hand, was not as easy to access. As you sat trimming your newest floral harvest, you reminisced about the days spent in the garden and with your old friend.

Periwinkle - Tender recollections

Growing up in the countryside of Worcestershire allowed you and your mum to care for a front lawn of wildflowers and a garden filled with rows of cultivated flowers. She was the town's florist, widowed too early due to a reckless driver. You had no memories of your father but your mother made sure to be the support system you needed from two parents. From a young age, she painstakingly taught you all you needed to know about life. She began with basic life skills such as cooking as well as encouraging you to read and write from an early age. Your bookshelf was never empty as she kept it stocked with classics, books about famous scientists, and numerous language workbooks. However, she was most proud when showing you how to maintain a garden filled with fickle flowers. She would tell you when to water a drooping English rose bush and how to test the soil's acidity to know what color the blooming hydrangeas would eventually show. In Year 1 for an assignment, you proudly depicted your mother in her faded overalls and bandana, surrounded by flowers with smiley faces and their floral names written as name tags.

"Mum what does this one mean?" you questioned as you plucked a delicate navy blue flower from its stem. In your small hands, you held it at its truncated base and pinched the funnel-shaped petals gently. As you examined it further, you could see the petals were separated by a deep maroon and you admired the richness that painted the singular flower. "Those are morning glories, my love. They mean 'affection'," your mum answered, balancing a basket filled with bunches of dahlias, striped tulips, chrysanthemums, and peonies. "You should write that down in your notebook, the one the neighbour boy gave you."

Daffodils - new beginnings

Following the end of Year 1, a small boy began living next door to you with his grandparents. They introduced him as Kyle, their grandson from Manchester, who would be staying with them for the entirety of the warmer months. Your mum had known this as his grandmother frequently exchanged baked goods for a beautifully arranged bouquet and some English lavender to cook with. The elderly Garricks were there for your mum following the loss of her husband and helped her out when she had to manage the florist shop. They were the family you needed and you were excited to meet their actual grandson.

When he first moved in, your mother held your hand and walked you to their house. You were dressed in your typical summer gardening clothes, khaki shorts, and a light airy shirt that was a few sizes too big for you. She allowed you to hold her newest bouquet along with your hand-written Welcome card made with crayons and dried flowers. As you exited the rows of wildflowers and walked up his sidewalk, you could see a small boy your age laughing with his grandma on the porch.

"Good afternoon, you must be Kyle," your mum said as the little boy ran to hide behind his grandma's rustic rocking chair.

"Now, Kyle, don't be shy. Look Y/N has something to give to you!" his grandma replied slowly pushing Kyle in your direction.

"These are my mummy's flowers," you said sweetly. "She also told me to say that each of these has a meaning."

"Go on, Y/N," your mother said as she went to sit opposite Kyle's grandmother. You took a seat on the porch and put the bouquet into Kyle's small hands.

"You can take the string to make it easier," you said. You then began pointing to each flower, "These purple and lilac ones are wisterias and they mean 'welcome', these other purple ones are periwinkles, I picked them out myself! These mean 'early friendship'," you continued.

"Wait I know what this is! My city mum has it dried in our kitchen" he excitedly said and went to pick up the various musky, floral-scented valerian flowers. As he picked at the small delicate, pink blossoms he asked, "Do they have a meaning too?"

"It's two big words, but I think my mum knows!" you responded, just as you spoke your mum heard your struggle and elaborated, "It means an 'accommodating disposition'. It's to describe someone easy to get along with and always willing to be there for you.

"That's so cool!" Kyle said, "I have a notebook with all these big words to show to my Manchester friends. In Year 2, I'm going to be the smartest one," he beamed.

He quickly ran inside and retrieved two journals. Both were made of leather and were no bigger than a regular soft-cover book. One was worn with the spine showing where Kyle had opened the book and placed it flat to write. The other looked new, showing no signs of wear.

"My grandad made this for me, he also made one for you," he said and handed you the journal. "He said to give it to you so we can write in it together, you with flowers and mine with big, adult words."

You could hear the women chuckle, the shy Kyle was quick to come around to you and was talking as if you had been best friends since elementary.

"Wait, we should get cool flower names together and write them inside," he shouted, clearly showing his enthusiasm.

"My teacher says my handwriting is bad so I'll ask my mum. Plus she knows like a whole book on flower meanings," you said and got up with Kyle walking towards your mother.

She took out a pen from her pocket and held your journals in her hand. As she thought for a moment, she suddenly gasped jokingly as if a lightbulb went off and scribbled in both of your books.

Neatly written in your mother's handwriting were both of your names. Under Kyle's was 'Sycamore - Curiosity' and under yours was 'Clematis - Mental beauty'

For the rest of the summer, you and Kyle were inseparable. Being one of the only children in your village, you found comfort in each other. Some days, he would come over to your home, helping your mum with weeding and watering. She gave you both small satchels that you could hold your notebooks and pencils in. As you followed her around, you would try your best to legibly write the flower, what it looked like, and its meaning. Kyle, on the other hand, would be asking your mum for definitions whenever she used words like perennials, idyllic, or serendipity.

When your mum had to manage her shop, you went to his house. You would always walk back to your house full and covered in flour. His grandma, affectionately called Nana, put you both to work. In the morning, she would show you both how to make a variety of bread from scratch and taught you both patience as you had to wait for the bread to rise. In the afternoon, she would be pulling cookbooks off the shelf to cook a new dish from a different country. She used to work as a flight attendant and always made sure to eat at least one new thing while on a layover. Her laughs would fill the room as both you and Kyle leaned over the sink to drink some water after she fed you some spicy peppers. As a reward for building your spice tolerance, she would gift you with Grandad's award-winning lemonade. He would usually be in his workshop, working on leather goods and other items to sell at the local market but always would come out to make some lemonade.

One time, your mother sent you a cheesecloth filled with mint, marigolds, and honeysuckles to add to the lemonade. Ever the child, you dug your hand into the finished lemonade and tried to put a marigold behind Kyle's ear. You chased him around the kitchen island with your sticky, sugary fingers until you finally were able to tuck it behind his left ear. Little did you know, during your little Ring Around the Rosie, he was able to grab some loose flour and threw it at you. Needless to say, Nana and Grandad made you both sit in the tub while they attempted to clean the sticky lemonade and flour off both of your clothes.

At the end of summer, you tearfully gripped a flower bouquet in your hand. Kyle's mum was coming to get him today and bring him back to Manchester for the new school year. You had numerous conversations with your mother and she explained, "This isn't a goodbye, more of an 'I'll see you again soon!'" Her decision to send you with freesias (lasting friendship), pansy (think of me), rosemary (remembrance), and forget-me-nots (one of your favorites as it had a literal meaning), seemed fit.

As you walked to his room, you could hear your mum chatting with his describing the amazing summer you both had. You nudged his door open, you could also see his eyes puffy from crying all morning. His room was missing his books, including a dictionary you gifted him with from the local bookshop. As you went to sit next to him, you could see he held the familiar leather journal. He had added 3 more pages and you were jealous of his neat handwriting.

"I have some flowers for you," you said and laid them in his hand. "I also wrote you a note so you wouldn't forget what they mean." With that, you pulled out a piece of floral stationery from your pocket and handed it to him. As he looked at it, a small tear fell on the paper and soon you both were in a puddle of tears. Once you both cried all your emotions out, he tucked the tear-stained paper in his journal and pulled you into a hug.

"Please come back next summer, I'll have a new collection of flowers to show you and my mum will have more words for you to learn," you said, voice breaking.

"Until next summer," Kyle said and you both walked down to his mum's car. Your mum held you tight to her side as you both waved him goodbye in front of your signature wildflower lawn. ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊┊

#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #gaz imagine #kyle garrick imagine #mw2 #izzie is writing

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whatliesbeneath-ao3 · 24 days ago

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What You Missed: TDY Act 2

My name is Angela, the director of this Library. I have some spare time, so I figured I would lend you my assistance again.

Follow me.

(Please refer to the content warnings for each chapter on Ao3 before reading.)

Chapter 11 - The Reception of Seven Association

The hydrangea icon for Bookshelf Interlude was Easter egging Gea's appearance and implying his death in the story.

We first heard of "S. Fujiwara" in Chapter 5.

Zinnia's introductory paragraph parallels Mari's original introduction in What Lies Beneath.

Mari and Zinnia's last name, Perrault, comes from Charles Perrault, the author of Little Red Riding Hood.

Gea's final line directly parallels Mari's statement in the penultimate chapter of the Kingdom Arc.

Chapter 13 - A Winter Chill

It isn't mentioned by name, but the flowers Drosera originally gifts Narcissus are gladiolus flowers, most specifically the chartreuse coloring. Gladiolus represents things like strength, endurance, pride, moral integrity...

The second and third flowers Drosera gifts are red roses and baby's breath. Red roses are passion and romance, whereas baby's breath represent sincerity, purity, and love again.

Drosera's mentioned to wear daffodil yellow overalls--Narcissus' flower. How romantic.

Drosera's cat's name is Nighthawk, a reference to the painting by Edward Hopper, which long-time readers will know is one of my favorites. It represents the need for togetherness, the mundane, in a closed off society.

Valerian and Ivy being mentioned at the tail end of Narcissus' dream sequence was to clue the reader into the fact it was a dream: timeline-wise, it doesn't add up.

The description of Drosera's rotting body is a reference to Valerian's talk with Ivy in the Kingdom Arc. (...although it's also just how a body decomposes... but who asked me?)

Chapter 14 - Scarlet Goodbye

The other red Color they're referring to is not the Red Gaze.

Leander is referencing his speech at Chrys' funeral in What Lies Beneath.

Chrys' last name, Faust, was foreshadowed with this line.

Ambrose quotes herself from the Darkest Twilight.

Leander's note was first revealed in the Kingdom Arc.

Chapter 15 - The Weight of Love

The drinks "the woman" orders for herself and Leander are Shark Attack, and Pop My Cherry.

Larkspur is a purple, incredibly toxic (when consumed) plant. Two milligrams is enough to kill an adult. Much less for a child.

Chapter 16 - King in Yellow

Anem mentions, and reveals that he has been on a WARP Train in Chapter 5.

Centra Fujiwara is officially introduced, and confirms that there are indeed four Fujiwara siblings.

We learn Anem's last name, Carpenter. As for why... Jesus was a Carpenter, wasn't he? (I think I'm funny.)

The snack Hastur has at the end of the chapter is Centra's, although the three of them forgot to close it. (I assumed W Corp couldn't reverse what happens to the snacks. There's no bio data for that, and in universe it could be easily written off. It was to reflect that, even when your memories are erased, there would still be a small fragment of them in your heart.

Chapter 17 - Unconditional

"Adele Bloch-Bauer" is a reference to the painting Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I by Gustav Klimt. It's also referred to as "The Woman in Gold". King of Greed's design seems to be taken from it.

Every author has their own language, and the readers learn it overtime. In Chapter 15, we built the association that larkspur is a "negative affection", hence why it's reused in Chapter 17.

Viscaria and Forge's reaction to Press' recollection of her injury is because ruptured globe is a very severe eye injury. If you don't seek emergency treatment, there's a very high chance you will lose vision in your eye. For reference, 30-40% of monocular blindness is caused by ocular trauma. There are some cases where this injury might heal on it's own, but I promise that it's few and far between.

The Book of Press was Easter egging TDY. It was actually written during the developmental stages.

Viscaria and Forge's reaction was to discovering the Book of a Lover was empty. (Press scribbling in the margins was a red herring.)

It was implied from the beginning of the chapter that the Book of a Lover would end up on the Floor of Religion. Don't ever, ever trust my throwaway jokes. I'm planning something evil with them.

Chapter 18 - Evergreen

Valerian's dream references the Darkest Twilight.

Narcissus and Valerian's conversation references Chapter 13.

"The Undertaker" is a reference to Technology, a poem written by Ambrose Bierce, mentioned in Chapter 13 by Mari and later discussed between Ambrose and Valerian. It's a satirical poem about the almost theatrical response to death in the Victorian era. In Chapter 18, Valerian takes the role of "the Undertaker".

The Undertaker references Valerian's Tales of Pruned Flowers.

The poem that the Undertaker quotes is Hermann Hesse's All Deaths. However, the poem goes unfinished.

Valerian, died anew as the Undertaker, parallels Rose's actions towards Mari's corpse in the Darkest Twilight.

Alstroemeria flowers represent strength, love, friendship and devotion. Also, go Google the meaning of "resupinate", if you don't already know it.

Chapter 19 - Devotion's Reward

Lonicera, Valerian's sister is officially introduced. Oh yeah, if you're curious, here's what she looks like! Reading this post means you get to see.

We finally see Forge and Valerian's first meeting, referenced in Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 12, as well as in this art.

Valerian's sacrifice parallels Forge's first time taking someone else's life.

Hastur's right. Valerian, what are you talking about? That's not light reading by stretch of the imagination.

Multi-chapter

We see Viscaria warn the others about Valerian three times, in Chapter 12, Chapter 17, and Chapter 19. Changing the wording from "Sailor take warning" to "Shepherd take warning" was foreshadowing that Anem would agree with Viscaria. (Sorry for the shitty editing. Tumblr only allows thirty images per post.)

Works Referenced

Aion: Researches into the Phenomenology of the Self - Carl Jung (Mentioned in TDY 12: One Drink More)

Technology - Ambrose Bierce (Mentioned in TDY 13: A Winter Chill, and referenced in TDY 18: Evergreen and TDY 19: Devotion's Reward)

All Deaths - Hermann Hesse (Quoted in TDY 18: Evergreen)

The Phenomenology of Spirit - Hegel (Mentioned in TDY 19: Devotion's Reward)

The Interpretation of Dreams - Sigmund Freud (Mentioned in TDY 19: Devotion's Reward)

Man and His Symbols - Carl Jung (Mentioned and discussed in TDY 19: Devotion's Reward)

The Art of Suicide - Ron Brown (Mentioned in TDY 19: Devotion's Reward)

Narcissus' Act 2 Insults:

Chapter 11, "The Reception of Seven Association"

“Her lapdog, you mean.” Narcissus interjects.

Chapter 12, "One Drink More"

Narcissus stands with her arms crossed, staring at Valerian’s ridiculous sitting position, “You look like an idiot when you do that, you know.” “No, you imbecile.” Narcissus replies, instantly. “No,” Narcissus says, for the eighth time. “You’re such a freak.” “Fuck’s sake.” Narcissus says, smacking Valerian in the head with her pillow. “You’re such an idiot.” “They’re siblings.” Narcissus says, and shakes her head. “You’re a fucking disaster when you drink, aren’t you?” “You’re such a freak.” She catches her breath, and says, “You’re such an idiot.”

Chapter 13, "A Winter Chill" (HEY IT'S CRAZY HOW NARCISSUS USES ALL THE SAME INSULTS ON DROSERA AS SHE DOES INFO TEAM HUH)

“You’re such an idiot,” she shakes her head, pulling the covers further over them both. She doesn’t bother to wipe the tears away, kissing Drosera again and again as she laughs, the whole world safely in her home, in her arms, “I love you too, you idiot.” Narcissus scrutinizes it under her harsh gaze, and then shrugs. “Well, whatever. It’s good you don’t have a hangover. I’m not helping you if it lasts all day. Ivy might, the doormat that she is.”

Chapter 18, "Evergreen"

“You’re such a nerd.” She says, rolling her eyes. “Dramatic ass,” Narcissus mumbles. Narcissus laughs. “You’re such a freak, captain.”

Chapter 19, "Devotion's Reward"

“You motherfucker!” Narcissus shouts, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at Valerian’s face. “Yes, we fucking were! Where in the fresh fuck were you, you twat!?”

Narcissus Insult Count Act 2: 16

Total Insult Count: 26

Most Common Insult: Idiot (7 times), which, according to Google, is 26.923%.

That's all for now.

(Well, I said Act 2's What You Missed would be much longer than the first, didn't I? -Poet)

#Head Librarian's Note #Act 2 #What You Missed

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lovaboy · 1 year ago

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muriel and crowley snippets bc i've been thinking abt them all dayyy and i need to put these out somewhere even if it's not in their full form 😵‍💫

“I only ask ‘cause, you know, we don’t technically need to sleep, but I’ve been reading a lot and typically humans sleep in actual beds, and certainly not cars because cars are uncomfortable.” They speak with a manner of certainty that comes with experience, except they have none; they’ve never been inside The Bentley, Crowley won’t allow it - Heaven definitely wouldn’t allow it. But people in books don’t sleep in cars, they sleep in beds. Logically, real life should follow suit.

Ah. Crowley’s raising an eyebrow expectantly at them from behind his glasses. Perhaps they should wrap it up.

“I was just curious is all.” Muriel rocks up onto the tops of their feet, then back onto the heels. “If you’re going to sleep anywhere, why sleep in a vehicle?”

Crowley dumps the books into Muriel’s arms unceremoniously - as they struggle to keep from dropping any, surprised by the sudden weight, Crowley grits out, “Haven’t got anywhere else to go, have I?”

Muriel, hat askew and arms full, spares the briefest of glances at the way Crowley’s shoulders are up around pointed ears as he stalks off towards another disorganized bookshelf, and wonders what they’re meant to say to that, if anything at all.

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“I mean, look at you. Standing all stiff like you’re tied to a stake. Would it kill you to slouch?”

As if illustrating his point, he lets his own posture relax a little more, shoulders slumping, back bending, head lolling slightly to one side and shifting his weight onto one foot.

Muriel watches him closely. Their brows furrow, a timid look passing across their face.

“That isn’t what we were taught-”

“Oh, fuck what you were taught,” Crowley interrupts, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as Muriel gasps at his swear - with their wide eyes and the hands hovering over their mouth, they almost remind him of Aziraphale the first time Crowley swore in front of him.

He squashes that thought like a bug under his snakeskin heel.

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The pot housing the snake plant is one of the typical clay pots shopkeeps love to push upon first-time plant parents. It’s littered with meticulously painted-on drawings of various types of flowers (daisies, yellow roses, pink tulips, mums, sunflowers, yellow daffodils - lots of yellow here, what is it with angels and the color yellow?)

Still, he has to admit it’s quite impressive to fit so many flowers on such a small pot while retaining the fact that they are, indeed, flowers, and not just messy splotches of color. Seems Muriel has the same artistic talent as Aziraphale.

The plant itself is doing well - its leaves are a lovely green, their edges the color of vanilla cream, and not a spot can be seen among them as they stretch towards the sky. The soil is slightly damp as if it had just recently been watered.

Tucked securely into the soil so as to not blow away on the wind is a folded square of paper with Mr. Crowley written on it in curly blue-inked font.

#they're just SO FUN to me. agh. he is getting adopted by this litte angel so help me god #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens crowley #good omens muriel #crowley #muriel #good omens 2 spoilers #kind of #jess.txt #go: originals

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whiskey-bumblebee · 2 years ago

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Omg I can't tell you how many times a day I think about sugar daddy hotch

I think my dream gift from him would be just a whole hoke library all for myself. I love my books so so so much and books from Aaron?? ugh I'd melt

I am going to blatantly borrow from Age of Adaline here, so if you haven't seen it, slight spoilers for that (and I really recommend watching it!). Hope you enjoy this! I have an excessive collection of books myself so I get it lol <3

Also I mention some books by name here, I picked them randomly and they are NOT recommendations by me. I have no idea what they're about and I've never read any of them.

Divider credit: @tommyytalks

You can't keep the grin from your face as you slide the ladder across the floor, the wheels sending it flying across the freshly-waxed wood. The shelves reach the ceiling, and you and Hotch have decided to spend your weekend populating them. Your collection had been packed into boxes in preparation for moving them to the new, purpose-built room that would be their home, so now you were unpacking them, after a long debate about whether to alphabetize them by author, or to organize them by colour.

The hours pass, and you appreciate the way the golden accent wall catches the light at the different times of day. Now, at sunset, it sends golden, orange, and red glimmering through the room, reflecting the shades of the sky. The brass details in the room look stunning too, like some form of long-forgotten magic is creeping back into the room through the metal.

Aside from the shelves and the golden wall, which visually dominate the space, there's a portable electric fireplace in the centre of the room, around which two armchairs and a chaise longue are arranged.

A large landscape painting hangs on the wall nearest the door, and a smaller bookshelf sits beneath it, this one with glass doors. Hotch had explained that this bookshelf was designed to hold the more sensitive parts of your collection; the books that were older than any living person, the antique maps, the manuscripts with unique bindings.

You might have felt heat blossom in your chest when he said "sensitive parts", but that's irrelevant.

Once it's all unpacked, he comments that you can decide if you want to fill all of the shelves with books, or leave space for trinkets, busts, small sculptures, trophies, et cetera. That's part of the gift, of course, the promise that he'll take you to your favourite independent bookstore and you can fill the shelves with whatever you like.

You think that must be it. A whole room, dedicated to your books, freshly renovated? A rolling ladder like in Beauty and the Beast? The promise of taking you to buy anything else you'd like to fill the room with? The Hermes throw that made you panic and close the page when you saw how much it cost?

You run your hands over your jeans and smile at Aaron, about to thank him, when he extends you a pile of books.

Violets - Kyung-sook Shin Red Roses for My Love - Edgar Holmes Sunflowers - Sheramy Bundrick The Black Tulip - Alexandre Dumas Orchid Blues - Stuart Woods A Hundred White Daffodils - Jane Kenyon "Flowers that will never wilt," He explains after you've looked at each of the titles. You roll your eyes playfully. "I love you."

He rests his head against yours, taking a moment to share a breath.

"I love you too."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #my writing

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cherries4yungi · 2 years ago

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Persephone Cabin HC.

- The cabin is covered in Daffodils, Peonies, Hydrangeas, Roses, Carnations, Marigolds, Delphiniums, Bluebells, white bells, Snapdragons, Freesias, Ranunculus', Violets, Azaleas, Lilys, Orchids and Tulips.

- Outside the cabin are two Sakura trees by the dark wooden door.

- The cabin looks like a cottage core cabin.

- Persephone only has 5 children.

- They are strong leaders and have confidence that makes you listen but can also be sensitive.

- Due to the flowers on the cabin, bees and butterflies are attracted to the cabin.

- Really good bakers.

- In the cabin there are kitchens for the campers due to their love for baking.

- They get along good with the children of Demeter, Apollo, Hephaestus and Hades.

- Their mood changes with the seasons.

Spring: Bright, calm and happy.

Summer: Energetic, glowing, happy and their skin becomes really warm so they can make perfect heating pads when it's that time of the month for themselves or their partner.

Autumn: Slightly less energetic, not as bright, calm, still happy.

Winter: Sometimes rude, not as happy anymore and their skin becomes cold, so they like to sit by the fire or hangout with the Hephaestus children.

- Are surprisingly good fighters.

- Practically glowing during Summer.

- Their powers consist of.

Plant manipulation.

Shape shifting into and communicate with animals (mainly deer).

Shadow manipulation.

Elemental control.

Light manipulation.

- They sometimes boss around the Hades kids.

- Persephone children are usually girls.

- They get along amazingly with Artemis's hunters.

- There are very few of them due to them having a lot of power and now that Persephone and Hades are married.

- They are born from flowers that Persephone gave to their mortal parent.

- The inside of the cabins have flowerpots hanging and placed around the cabin.

- They have their own rooms with a soft comfy bed, a closet, bedside drawer and a small bookshelf with a small rectangular window.

- The cabin gives off a cozy warm feeling.

- They have a fireplace that has a sofa, a love seat and a few fluffy bean bags.

- They love pomegranates, strawberries, pineapples, grapes and watermelon.

- They don't really eat vegetation because of how close they are to nature, so they mainly eat mean, but the eat a lot of fruit.

- They like calm music when working/baking.

- They have a miniature library full of booked written in Greek, Rome and English.

- They love baking treats for the other campers and Chiron and even Mr. D.

- They have their own strawberry, pomegranate and watermelon patch with a few orange trees.

- The cabin always smells like cake, cookies, flowers and that old book smell.

- Persephone children have natural beauty to them that can sometimes rival the beauty to the Aphrodite children.

#persephone #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #headcannons #nico di angelo #leo valdez #baking #flowers #pomegranate #thanatos hades

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freckleslikestars · 2 years ago

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Had the first major meltdown I’ve had in public in a long time today, and I have so much love for the three people who just sat with me for half an hour, making sure I was safe and didn’t hurt myself. One of them bought me a bunch of daffodils, which then meant I cried for another five minutes because my brain couldn’t process that it was a nice gesture. I now can’t help but smile every time I look up and see them on my bookshelf.

Like it’s stupid but that really simple gesture brightened my day so much.

#I think it just distracted me from the pain in my body and the sensory overload and everything feeling wrong

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steelycunt · 2 years ago

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hi you!!! daffodil + aloe vera for the ask game pretty please! :-) xx

HI MY LOVE!!

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

ooo i would like to umm. not to plagiarise miss houston but i would like to dance with somebody. and not to plagiarise the beatles but i would like to. hold someone's hand :-) i would like to. grow vegetables + then use them! i would like to. have a bookshelf for my books and i would like to. kiss someone at new years. :-)

answered daffodil here!! xo

asks!

#outing myself as bitchless perhaps. well that is okay my faith in love is still devout #maybe i wouldnt be bitchless if i didnt quote smiths lyrics. thats something to take on board for sure #liv tag #ask game

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plothooksinc · 1 year ago

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Soft asks 2, 4, and 18? :3

2. What's your feel-good movie?

Ahaha 😅 Like the show question, I don't really have one. I watch movies very sparingly because I often stare at the length of it and go "hmmm too much effort" and... then I'll go play an MMO for six hours /cough I really enjoy the Rise movie though. I wouldn't call it feel-good but it certainly does something to me and I enjoy watching it a lot, haha. (And also watching it a fair bit to plot AMVs lately...) So I guess that's closest?

4. what flower would you like to be given?

Different circumstances require different answers. As just a gesture of friendship or romance, I'm a sap and kind of traditional and have fond memories of my last ex bringing me single long-stemmed roses randomly, which I then dried and kept. If you bring me flowers in a pot that need to be cared for, the answer is pansies. As deep purple as they can get. I love those little guys, and I'm sad they have a reasonably short life span. (They can't survive our hot summer for the most part.)

...my new garden has also made me aware that I'm very partial to irises. They're so beautiful. So! But honestly, in the spirit of the question, I tend to spend the day very happy with any flowers at all, because ...they're flowers, and beautiful, and I love that little bit of colour in my day.

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

Hah! Yes. I don't have very many anymore, but there's a little stuffed daffodil-flower (with a smiley face and little arms and legs) that a friend got me for Daffodil Day once (I get a lot of Daffodil Day-related things) and he sits on my bookcase and keeps my collection of TMNT graphic novels company, haha. My favourite, though, is the one I got from Build a Bear a long while ago, which is a bright orange teddy bear in full Japanese hakama and jacket and geta sandals. His name is Shingen, his sandals keep falling off, and I used to harass my sleeping cat with him. I don't sleep with stuffed animals anymore; they tend to live on my bookshelf where I can see them when I wake up. I definitely don't have a Raph collection, but I love the small group I have. (I did have more, but I lost them to rain damage. Boo.)

Thank you Flynne <3

Soft ask meme here!

#@dawntreaderflynne #soft ask meme

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ilovedthestars · 2 years ago

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. get to know your mutuals and followers! ✨🍄✨

Oh what a lovely ask game! I have had a rough day so it will be good for me to stop and think about things that make me happy.

The pond that is a short walk from my house. Now that I'm back home for the summer, I've been walking down to the little bit of woods that surrounds it and sitting on a bench by the pond, listening to the birds. It's very peaceful, and a good chance to get out of my house and get some time to myself. I went there today and it was cold and a bit rainy to match my mood, but when it was sunny a few days ago it was even more lovely. I'm going to try to do some drawing or maybe photography around the pond this summer.

Mangoes. I had a mango today and it was delicious. They taste like sunshine and remind me of times in the past when I have found joy on difficult days.

Daffodils. More flowers are starting to come up now, but a few weeks ago it was just the daffodils, and they were everywhere. To me, blooming daffodils are the sign that spring has arrived and they are tied to a lot of happy memories. There's a vase of them, and a second smaller vase of grape hyacinth which I also adore, on the kitchen counter right now, cut from our yard.

Books! I finally have time for books and I have been trying to take advantage of this. I've read more books in the last week than I did in the previous three months, and I have a nice big tbr stack. I also just cleared off a lot of old books from my bookshelf and now everything that's left sparks joy and I have room for some new favorites.

Pocket friends :) I think you all are very sweet and fun and cool. I think I've been only sporadically present on discord and tumblr recently because of Life but when I am online and get to talk to other friendly humans all over the world it makes me very happy. If you're seeing this and you ever feel like making friendly small talk about anything at all, don't be afraid to say hi via asks or DMs or whatever, i would love nothing more. <3

#just moved home a week ago!#i've been settling in with a mix of relief that i'm finally done with the school year #and the usual Transition Woes (which are typical for me at the start of breaks but always suck)#this was a good exercise for me today #it's been. a day.#here's hoping tomorrow is a little easier <3 #ask game answers

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 2 years ago

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I'm making you a little room in my head right now I hope you'll enjoy this lay z boy and little bookshelf with some daffodils in a vase and a mini fridge of whatever you like to drink you're taking up permanently residency.

#asked and answered #stay lovely

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intwoweekstime · 7 months ago

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What if you found out you were pregnant two weeks before your due date?

By Lauren Ohnona

(Photo by @thenerdynetizen on Instagram)

“Can you crack a window?”

He’s sitting, back square to the banister and arms crossed firmly against his chest. His cologne singes my nose hairs, charring the tips with burnt honey. His head is facing mine, but his eyes are cast over my shoulder and fixed on the bookshelf. I don’t know how long we’ve been like this—twenty minutes at least, because my pretzel legs have lost all feeling twisted beneath my abdomen.

“Sure,” I say. I camouflage a grimace, creaking towards the balcony. Sliding the glass door open, the cool air speckles my face with droplets.

Campus air smells sweetest in the evening when most of us have retreated to dungeon dwellings we can’t afford. The sky is glowing pink between the rain clouds, and I can’t help but laugh.

This morning, when the doctor pronounced, “It’s a girl!” with comically tone-deaf enthusiasm, I cried.

I didn’t cry because I wanted a boy—I don’t want a boy—I don’t want anything. I cried because at that moment, its’–sorry, her—existence sprang forth like daffodil buds through the April mud and into a mind overgrown with fear. I pictured gelatinous tendrils swimming in primordial goop, twisting and assembling. I saw two glassy eyes, black-pupilled and doey beneath drooping lids, staring at me. I imagined its disappointment when my eyes reflected back only a cold grey.

They call it a cryptic pregnancy. I think this name makes it sound a lot cooler than it actually is. There is nothing cool about finding out you’re having a baby on two weeks' notice.

In the spring, my period was stunted for eighteen days, “but it came,” I told them. They nodded. At this, I had stood up and yanked the varsity t-shirt off my back to reveal a smooth, lean torso in the shade of cow’s milk. “Where is it?” I wailed, but they said it could happen like that too.

“I’m supposed to be going to Edinburgh next month, Nicole.” My name spits off his tongue like he’s tasting something bitter, and I am snapped back onto the balcony.

“And I’m supposed to be graduating, asshole.” I watch him wince, and I twist the knife, “I have to give birth, Jamie. Birth. To a baby. Your baby.”

Jamie’s face crumples into something so foreign that I run to him with open arms and cradle his broad shoulders. I kiss him. I tell him I’m sorry, and he tells me he’s sorry, too. His lips grow warm against mine, and I picture us in two weeks, holding her. Her stickiness gone, shrouded in a tiny pink jumpsuit with ten perfect fingers clasped gently against my skin. Two years and she’ll be fascinated by the scurries of crabs she finds beneath overturned rocks at the beach. In two decades, she’ll be as old as Jamie and I. I force my train of thought to a screeching halt, and I take a deep breath. The smell of fresh air and Jamie dance on the breeze and land, churning and landing together in my nose and mouth. And I breathe again.

#SoundCloud

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