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Our Morning Offering – 4 January – Salvete Flores Martyrum = Hail, Ye Little Martyr Flowers

Our Morning Offering – 4 January – Salvete Flores Martyrum = Hail, Ye Little Martyr Flowers

Our Morning Offering – 4 January – Octave of the Holy Innocents – “The Month of the Most Holy Name of Jesus” Salvete Flores MartyrumHail, Ye Little Martyr FlowersBy Prudentius (c 348 – c 413)(Aurelius Prudentius Clemens)The Renowned Poet All Hail! ye infant Martyr flowers,Cut off in life’s first dawning hours.As rosebuds snap’t in temptest strife,When Herod sought Thy Saviours life. Thou,…

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Flowersby

What every flower customer should know before they order HK flower delivery from a Hong Kong florist. Read this before you order flowers in Hong Kong.

Website: HK flower delivery

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Green Wedding Theme Ideas and Color Inspiration

Lime green wedding cake with flowersBy reddish The endless shade of greens. Not a primary color, adding blue and yellow can create endless green hues. In nature the color Green is everywhere, moss, leaves, trees, plants, vegetables, and so much more. The color green means rebirth, revitalization, and nature. Representing spring, nature, and balance. If you have flowers with greenery anywhere in…

[washwashgalaxy]

ROSE FLOWERSBy (Sincere Talk-) Zezabek MarhMark

Rose FlowersBy Sincere Talk-zezabek MarhMark Pure and innocent love,Revealed with the rose flowers I have,By seeing upon it,It gives the meaning ,you bet.Protected by so many thorns, That makes a crown,Showing its glamorous radiance,That capture the eyes of everyone. Abuse you should not do,The thorn will prick you,That will leave a flaming hurt,As a warning, again not to do.An alluring…

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Starting a new project! #flowers #love #loveflowers #flowersby #floral #summer #design #ilovecolor #colorful #colorfullife #artist #florist #natural #beauty #artistsofinstagram #tulsa #tulsaartisan #artisan #entrepreneurlife #excited #staytuned #transplant #weddings #gifts #followyourdreams #thankyoulord (at Tulsa, Oklahoma) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxbJXa3Aqxn/?igshid=phyrifdy79a2

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Друзья, смотрим карусельку Это не фиалки Это кальцеолярия #calceolaria #кальцеолярияизсемян #senpolia #fialka #fialki #flowers #africanviolrts #senpoliaminsk #flowersby #flowersbyti #куплюфиалки #продам #моифиалки #фиалкипочтой #фиалкиназакз #фиалкистандарты #фиалкивподарок #мояколлекция #фиалкипродам #фиалкибобруйск #продамбобруйск #фиалки_нк #сорта_ав #деткифиалокпродам #листикифиалокпродам #листикифиалоккуплю #деткисортовыхфиалок #фиалкивидео #видеообзор https://www.instagram.com/p/B756nLwlRfg/?igshid=10ofgmli7ftzw

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Noir Kei Ninomiys, @noirkeininomiya @azumamakoto #ss20 #designer #noirkeininomiya #flowersby #azumamakoto #makeup #gomiyuki #instabeauty #instafashion #instalove #instacreativity #visualinspiration #positivevibes #getinspired #i💚fashion https://www.instagram.com/p/B29vLgSowew/?igshid=482dmt9e3lkm

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Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily

Seasons of Falling Flowers

by merakily

G, 40k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian

[PODFIC] by Spinifex

Summary: Like a parasite, Wei Wuxian has this way of growing on people when you least expect it.

Over the seasons, Lan Qiren slowly pieces back together his relationship with Wangji and learns to like Wei Wuxian in the process.

(“Will you rejoin your sect?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Lan Qiren regrets his wording.

He is not surprised when Wangji’s eyes narrow, flashing with offence. “There is no need to rejoin what one has never left. I did not turn my back on my sect. My sect turned their backs on me.”)

My comments: This was a really interesting study of Lan Qiren, thoughtfully probing into his ideals and character, with all his strengths and flaws.

The story is from Lan Qiren's POV and if he and wwx had been a ship you'd call it a veeerrry slowww burn enemies to friends. Seriously, it's halfway through the story before Lan Qiren starts to understand that the people who like wwx and defend his choices and morality are anything other than besotted and mislead. He ponders a lot on the innate contradictions of Gusu Lan rules and how to internalize the spirit of them rather than the letter. At the midpoint, while begrudgingly tending to wwx's cold (more out of fear of what would become of lwj if anything bad happened to wwx), lqr realizes that he has no golden core which explains SO MUCH and also sends him into a kind of crisis of faith while he tries to reconcile a bunch of mismatched, and often validly horrific, parts into something whole and honorable.

[There is a short sequel, Inconceivable, linked at the end, that shows a Conference where lqr defends wwx, and is very satisfying.]

Excerpt: Impressed, Lan Qiren slowly nods his assent as his mind churns with contradictory knowledge. You don’t know him, Xichen’s voice rings in his mind. Wei Ying is good, Wangji’s voice chimes in. And with everything he just heard, Lan Qiren wonders if he has misjudged Wei Wuxian’s heart.

From the start, he has seen Wei Wuxian as a trouble making, immoral cultivator unable to see past his own arrogance. For so long he has blamed Wei Wuxian for his demonic cultivation and for ruining Wangji that he had forgotten that Wei Wuxian is also a scholar and a very capable human being — when he wants to be.

post canon, POV lan qiren, character study, introspection, enemies to friends, in-laws, golden core reveal, prejudice, family feels, family issues, family bonding, lan qiren is good, and also bad, he's an onion, and so is wei wuxian, good parent lan qiren, lan qiren has feelings, emotional baggage, protective lan wangji, protective lan xichen, grudges, forgiveness, slow burn, happy ending, podfic available, @merakilyy​

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Fractions and Flowers

by LiveLaughLoveLarry/@loveislarryislove – 1.3k

“I’m proud of you, Noah,” Harry says, patting his young student on the back. “You really worked hard on these math problems, and it paid off. Now, why don’t you pack up head home -- I’m sure your mother will be excited to hear about all you’ve accomplished today.”

“She sure will!” Noah exclaims, grabbing the worksheets and stuffing them into his backpack. “I can’t wait to tell her all about it -- and all about how you’re the bestest teacher in the whole wide world!” He dashes out of the classroom with the kind of youthful energy Harry can only dream of. He smiles fondly after the young boy, finally allowing a yawn to slip out as he stretches. It’s been a long day.

“He’s right, you know,” Louis' familiar voice says from the hallway. “You really are the bestest teacher in the whole wide world.”

Written for the 2021 @wordplayfics challenge Week 2: Reduce

To read the other amazing fics written for this prompt, click here, and to see all fics written as part of the challenge (including years 1-4), click here. You can also find the masterpost for this year’s challenge here.

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

your mouth and its flowers

by driluth

"What, do you actually think we have anything in common?" Vi asks.

"Are you talking about Topside and Undercity or the two of us?" Caitlyn asks.

“Caitlyn,” Vi says slowly, it’s the first time Caitlyn’s heard Vi say her name. She could grow used to it, though she’ll likely never have the chance. “You and I are night and day, land and sea, oil and water. I’d say we have nothing in common.”

“I think if you really believed that you wouldn’t be here right now,” Caitlyn points out. “You would have killed me and been long gone.”

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An AU inspired by This Is How You Lose the Time War.

Words: 15027, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, undercity stands for command while topside stands for garden, zaun and piltover exist as places, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Alternating, POV Caitlyn (League of Legends), POV Vi (League of Legends), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, some league lore sprinkled in as a treat, Implied Sexual Content

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'

[inkedthinker]

so i finally created an art blog. @dr-flowersby if you wanna check it out.

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Dog Flowers

By Danielle Geller.

Design by Mike McQuade.

[vomitingstar]

“ace & bi solidarity”

[tachyonpub]

Award winners Peter S. Beagle and Jacob Weisman’s THE UNICORN ANTHOLOGY preview: “A Thousand Flowers” by Margo Lanagan

In celebration for the release of THE UNICORN ANTHOLOGY, from the World Fantasy Award-winning tandem Peter S. Beagle and Jacob Weisman.

A Thousand Flowers

by 

Margo Lanagan

Imagine a pure white stallion, the finest conformed you have ever seen, so balanced, so smooth, so long-necked, you could picture how he would gallop, easy-curved and rippling as water, with the mane and tail foaming on him. He was muscled for swiftness, he was big around the heart, and his legs were straight and sound, firm and fine. He’d a grand head, a king’s among horses, such as is stitched upon banners, or painted on shields in a baron’s banquet hall. The finest pale velvet upholstered it, with the veins tracing their paths beneath, running his good blood about, warming and enlivening every neat-made corner of him.

Now imagine that out of that fine forehead, just as on a shield, spears a battle-spike—of narwhal-horn, say, spiraling like that. Then take away the spike’s straps and buckles, so that the tusk grows straight from the horse’s brow—grows, yes, from the skull, sprouts from the velvet brow as if naturally, like a stag-antler, like the horn of a rhinockerous.

Then . . .

Then add magic. I don’t know how you will do this if you have not seen it; I myself only saw it the once and bugger me if I can describe it, the quality that tells you a thing is bespelled, or sorcerous itself. It is luminosity of a kind, cool but strong. All-encompassing and yet very delicate, it trickles in your bones; slowly it lifts the hairs on your legs, your arms, your chest, in waves like fields of high-grown grass under a gentle wind. And it thins and hollows the sounds of the world, owl hoots and rabbit scutters, and beyond them it rumors of vast rustlings and seethings, the tangling and untangling of the workings of the universe, this giant nest of interminable snakes.

When something like this appears before you, let me tell you, you must look at it; you must look at nothing else; your eyes are pulled to it like a falcon to the lure. Twinned to that compulsion is a terror, swimming with the magic up and down your bones, of being seen yourself, of having the creature turn and lock you to its slavery forever, or freeze you with its gaze; whatever it wishes, it might do. It has the power, and you yourself have nothing, and are nothing.

It did not look at me. It turned its fine white head just a touch my way, then tossed its mane, as if to say, How foolish of me, even to notice such a drab being! And then it moved off, into the trees at the far side of the clearing.

The rhythm of its walking beat in my muscles, and I followed; the sight of it drew me like pennants and tent-tops on a tourney-field, and I could not but go after. Its tail, at times, braided flowers into itself, then plaited silver threads down its strands, then lost those also and streamed out like weed in brook-water. Its haunches were pearly and moony and muscular. I wanted to catch up to its head and ask it, ask it . . . What impossible thing could I ask? And what if it should turn and answer—how terrible would that be? So, all confusion, I stumbled after, between the flowers of the forest, across their carpet and among their curtains and beneath their ribbons and festoons.

We came to a streamside; the creature led me into the water, stirring the stars on the surface. And while I watched a trail of them spin around a dimple left by his passing, he vanished—whether by walking away, or by leaping up and becoming stars himself, or by melting into the air, I could not say, but I was standing alone, in only starlight, my feet numb and my ankles aching with the water’s snow-melt cold.

I stepped out onto the muddy bank; it was churned with many hoof-prints, all unshod that I could distinguish. There was no magic anywhere, only the smell of the mud and of wet rock, and behind that, like a tapestry behind a table, of the forest and its flowers.

Something lay higher up the bank, which the horse had fetched me to see. It was a person’s body; I thought it must be dead, so still did it lie.

For more info about THE UNICORN ANTHOLOGY, visit the Tachyon page.

Cover by Thomas Canty Design by Elizabeth Story

[wapiti3]

A guide to the wild flowers

by Alice Lounsberry

Publication info New York,Frederick A. Stokes company[1899 Contributing Library: University of California Libraries BioDiv. Library