#pb: the language of flowers

[tsams-and-co-memes]

LAES Earth Canon Info

Updated - 11/10/24

Earth's likes:

Pink

Barbie movies

Nature

Animals

Tiny things

Love stories

Princesses

Storybooks/fairytales

Phantom of the Opera

Broadway shows/musicals

Beaches

Lilac flowers

The Powerpuff Girls

Wicked

Hair accessories and makeup

Tim Allen

Aquariums

Anime

Tea

PB&J's and grilled cheese sandwiches

Playing with makeup sometimes

Mac n cheese

Soap Operas

Learning other languages

Chinese dramas

Lethal Company, even though it scares her

Garlic bread

Geese

Skyrim

Fries

Gudetama

Baking sweets

Earth's dislikes:

Cottagecore

Drawing

Violence

Bloodmoon (based on the way she acts towards/with them)

Eclipse (also based on how she speaks to/acts towards him. She gave him chances to be better than he was currently being, and instead of trying, he opted to keep being a jerk) ((This is subject to change))

Driving

Dora the explorer

Sleeping while shrunk down (it feels restrictive to her)

Snapple

Sad movies/shows

Miscellaneous:

Bugs (They freak her out. More specifically, she doesn't like ants and spiders)

Superhero or monster movies

Unlike Sun and Moon, Earth is capable of eating food (partial retcon. Sun and Moon have apparently started eating food)

She used to prepare food for the creator and have dinner with him

She primarily works with children who have disabilities, and children who require more one one one attention

She has a system/database thing in her head that’s loaded with nothing but puns and jokes

She prefers baths over showers

Earth is a silent rage sort of person when she gets angry

Earth has ADHD

She uses a lot of emojis when texting

Her comfort/coping mechanism is saying “pretty ballerina” and/or singing Barbie Girl

She has 5 journals that she's written in as a coping mechanism

Earth starts her days off with morning yoga (the yoga involves screaming), then from there, she goes to work at the daycare. After she's done for the day, she cleans up the daycare, then goes home and cleans every square inch of her room/Monty’s house. After that, it's bedtime, but if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she may go cook an entire meal

She's a clean freak like Sun, and she needs to start her day off by screaming like Lunar

She's pansexual. Maybe demisexual. We're not sure about the specifics yet. She's more drawn to a person's personality than their gender or appearance (according to info in a video, she doesn’t really identify as anything and is more or less unlabeled) (<- according to Solar, she's probably pansexual)

Earth has very good balance

Earth has been ice skating

She watches Bluey

Earth has eagle eyes

Earth's mouth can open

Earth sleeps with her crocheted bunny

[inkdippedfingers]

Bb and nickel thingy. the flowers are relevant to them too!! Same with the Pb drawing. i love flower language

[brandogenius]

Can we get pheobe with an artist!reader who’s always creating things and gift giving homemade art pieces to her and the boys? ( Artist! reader has 100% given Phoebe a glitter flower bouquet before omg)

-🐹

OMG!! hamster anon hi!! AHHH!!! my first phoebe request !! this is such a cool request what the heck??? i’m so excited to write this !!!

note: IVE COME TO EDIT THIS! this is so cute it’s my roman empire i love it so much omfg i want to write this into an au someday

‼️ RPF‼️

HC - phoebe x artist! reader

- phoebe has a little shelf on her desk dedicated to every little trinket snd craft you make her.

- your love language is gift giving, you go ALL out for birthdays and holidays. creating gifts for phoebe and the boys.

- some of your favourites crafts you’ve made for the boys and phoebe include a small trinket dish for phone. one you can put all her rings and jewellery into! made from clay it took you about three days to make

- another one was a small vase in the shape of a torso for lucy, perfect to hold flowers into.

- for julien it 100% had to be oil painting of her dog beans. it might’ve took you the longest to make but the reaction was 100% worth it.

- art is your favourite hobby. art supplies litter the small coffee table that resides in phoebe and yours apartment.

- phoebe occasionally goes off to the studio, coming back all giddy like a child who got their first candy bar, hands and pockets filled with various kinds of rocks she picked up off the road. “will you paint them for me? we could paint them together” obviously you could not say no to her

- you spend the night with phoebe on the floor, surrounded by blankets and paints, painting words onto the small smooth rocks your girlfriend picked up off the side of the road.

- you end up trading rocks throughout the night. the ones phoebe gives you are displayed proudly in your shelf whilst phoebe keeps the smallest one you gave her in her pocket at all time.

- “i can show everyone how talented you are” “phoebe it’s just a painted rock” “shh i know but look how beautiful it is”

- buying gifts is always nice but you prefer to make / refurbish gifts.

- you like to go thrifting for clothes, often buying something for yourself sometimes you may come across something pb would wear. you bring it home and get working on designing the back with embroidery thread or sewing hand made patches onto the sleeves.

- GLITTER BOUQUETS !! may be a nightmare to clean up but the reaction on phoebes face is worth the pain

- you like to make small little origami bouquets of flowers beside the small handmade dish you made, where phoebe puts her keys. whenever she has to leave in the morning she wakes up to a new bouquet of small paper flowers she totslly doesn’t tear up over.

- you teach phoebe how to paint

- pottery nights where you both make whatever you want. phoebe tries to make a mug but fails

- tries to be romantic and do something out of ghost but ends up giggling and ruining the moment

- “dude i wish i had the hands of a pottery god like you because this is some bullshit right here”

- phoebe may not have the talent in pottery but that’s ok. she’s good at many other things

- like making paper airplanes or painting rocks. you love all of them.

- lego. it may not be an artistic thing but you love making lego with phoebe. the lego flowers end up in a vase (multiple of your origami flowers end up there too)

- one of the paintings you’re currently working on right now is a surprise for phoebes bday. an intricate painting of one of the times you caught phoebe sitting on the couch, mindlessly strumming away on the guitar, seeming to be in her own little world.

[nglwhatarecats]

rambling abt PB&J again 😭

Heera buying/getting clothes for Blue:

so when Heera met Blue, Blue had the same outfit. Every.single.time

being the slightly concerned acquaintance Heera was (Blue saw them as friends Heera did not, in the beginning! This kinda sets up for some angst latr….FOCUS) Heera asked Blue about the whole clothes situation.

“Oh I don’t have any spares.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

Heera being broke (probably js look at her!/lh-a very broke person) said “fuck it�� and got Blue clothes,which cause Blue to panic, not used to be on the gift receiving end (her love language is gift giving,this woman will give you ANYTHING,clothes,plants(extremely rare ones too,she WILL find a way to get extinct ones too) food (she loves cooking baking etc) WHATEVER her gift receiver might want) also bc she was not home she had no idea how long she’d stay in a completely (not really) different environment. (Doomed yuri (another oc couple)fucked up Blue by sending her to the wrong dimension 😓-my explanation on how Blue and Heera crossed paths) she refused, Heera just threw the bag at her and just ran away,leaving Blue confused.

“I no no Wanna :(“

“TAKE IT BITCH” *runs away*

what does Blue do when Heera is gone or being a workaholic:

When Heera is gone doing detective shit Blue is just cooking,baking,cleaning, getting more plants (Heera home is looking like a garden HELP)getting furniture for Heera sad studio (Girl I was couch surfing for like a year and I’ve seen people barley getting by w more furniture than her 😭🙏/hj)

but since Heera doesn’t stay that long Blue would either force her (Blue is currently a bit more stronger then Heera atm,by this much 🤏🏼 For story reasons duh) or tell her she’s going to do smth that might endanger herself. (Heera didn’t believe her at first than she saw Blue run into a highway as she flipped her off)

“Stay or im drinking bleach and creating mustard gas.I didn’t spend all my time making this food >:(“

“STOP”

Heera being a workaholic:

Blue js.. lay on her lap like a cat and demand attention (or just hug her) Blue is very needy (orange cat behavior) Blue would just say funfacts about plants.

“Do you know there’s a flower in Mexico that smells like chocolate”

“Cool?”

“I’m taking you to see it.”

“WHAT”

the camping shit I asked Swagger:

“EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES” *runs into the forest*

“You forgot your bag..”

Blue found Heera hours ago, she just wanted to see how long Heera would notice or see how well Heera is good at camping!

and Heera can’t light a fire.

Blue is super good at stuff like that because her whole life has been around nature! And she loves showing off to Heera (yay validation from someone you love!!)

I might write a fic on this premise^^

but I feel like I will mischaracterize Heera @tiredguyswag😿

AND DONE YAYAY

my hand hurts :(

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Weekly Tag Wednesday !! Woohoo!

thank you for tagging me @jrooc, @mybrainismelted, @iansw0rld, and @lingy910y

Name: Gigi

Age: 24

Location: brooklyn baby!

And now, think about your childhood and tell me:

I'm thinking about 10 and under vibes, right?

Did you have a nickname and is it still used? Gigi! all you nice people and some of my friends call me that when they're being cute

What did you want to be when you'd grow up? I wanted to be an artist when i was really young, then i wanted to be a writer a lot of elementary/middle school, then i kept my options open through highshcool and last minute decided to go to architecture school and it was a very very good gut decision and in a way im an artist, fanfic writer, and soon to be licensed architect, best of all worlds!

Your favourite cartoon: when i was a kid me and my brother would wake up early to watch pokemon, I also liked the pbs show Sagwa, curious George (hey frank!) and clifford

Your favourite TV show: zoboomafoo !!!! fucking loved that guy!

Your favourite book: I had this book when i was a kid called Millions of Cats which was kind of a fucked up story and I would be very interested to see someone analyze what that book says about love. I also really liked Too Big bc look how cute the coloring is !

I also adored Ferdinand, I always thought that if i were to get a tattoo i would want to get Ferdinand sitting in his flowers

Your favourite toy: I just loved stuffed animals, I had so many

Your favourite thing to eat: Just like, soups in general. but my favorite was saimin which weirdly I cant STAND now. its like ramen but instead of ramen noodles its thick, gnarly egg noodles and take half the flavor out and just add salt, genuinely think it would give me heart attack now

Your favourite school subject: I really liked all subjects except I hated biology and I hated spanish, not bc the language is bad but bc my teacher was a white lady from colorado who im not really sure actually spoke spanish. I really loved physics and english and history and art

How did you spend your summers? I lived in a very safe place so free roam go to the or the beach near us, if you didnt like the kids in your neighborhood you were fucked cause those were our built in play mates and on the hottest days i would find the coldest part of my house and just lay on the tile reading all day

Did you listen to music? If yes, did you have a favourite band/artist?

my mom had the elite early 2000s music taste; amy winehouse, tracy chapman, dolly parton, green day, the chicks, tina turner, smashing pumpkins, spice girls, alanis morissette, jack johnson, Lauren hill, so good, I still listen to them all today

And lastly, tell me something you did as a kid that your parents still don't know about:

I used to cut pieces of my hair periodically with the kitchen scissors but it wasnt like super noticeable so my mom was just like i really cant figure out why your hair grows like this

I also took the bus by myself a couple times when i was wayy to young to but it was a really simple bus system so i just got on and went to town and took it back, idk seems like it worked out okay!

what about you? @juliakayyy @krysmiss @darlingian @gallavichroom @vintagelacerosette

[bangtansmauyeondan]

THIRTY-FIVE | S03 E04 - In Denial (Text Between Images)

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

SERIES TAGLIST: @fragmentof-indifference @babyboo22 @dionysusenthusiast @luaspersona @timelessruins @royallyjjk @sandraviolante-blog @quarter-life-crisis2 @jub-jub @pb-n-juju @jeonxgoogiee @sugaluvmyg @lookformyvoice @fairy-jaykay @juju-227592 @such-a-wh0re @hoseoksluv89 @exhibitachol @kleirielk @era-genius @hyuneyeon

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @jinsquishes @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @pinkseokchim @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111

•••

There was a spring in your step as you hopped off of your car at the parking lot of RKive 360. You looked around and noticed that after a long, gray winter, the colors of spring have finally appeared in full force. Trees that were bare of leaves and flowers a few weeks ago are now in full bloom, with bright greens, yellows and pinks popping up everywhere. The warm sun slowly melted away the last of the snow and ice, and the days are becoming longer and brighter. The fresh air has a certain energy that can only be described as the joy of spring, reminding us of the beauty of nature and how life can thrive after a period of rest and renewal.Getting that unexpected call from Taehyung this morning before you left for work felt exactly just that: a breath of fresh air, renewal, and forgiveness.

It has now been three months since Jungkook unexpectedly came to your aid. He had been there just in time, lunging at Taehyung, literally sending him cowering down the floor by the force of the former’s strength. His actions were incredibly unexpected but welcomed – something you were sure you would never forget. He had no obligation to lend a hand, yet he decided to be there for you. He drove you home that night, and you ended up drinking and talking to each other until the wee hours of the morning on the steps of your brownstone building.

You talked about your past– after graduation, where you both had been before fate had thrown you together again, working in the same company. He told you he went to America to study even more and worked two jobs so he could buy the best equipment to record and edit videos on. He spent most of his free days hauled up in his closet creating his portfolio, and sending them out to every production and broadcasting company in New York. You learned that the reason he came back to Seoul was because Mingyu convinced him to do so, that he had submitted his portfolio to Namjoon and the latter had agreed to meet him. You told him that you went home and stayed with your family in Gangwon-do and spent most of your time attending workshops and conventions; one of them being hosted by a young multimedia start-up company owner, Kim Namjoon. You told him about how Namjoon started the company with only you and Yoongi in tow, and how Namjoon had worked all day and all night to make the company what it is today.

“Were you happy to see me after all these years?” he teased, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Don’t push it, Jeon.” You replied, squinting at him, which made him throw his head back in laughter.

The truth is, you were, and it seems like, so did your heart. You were just too scared to admit it. However, the way he smiled at you, the way he spoke to you like no one else had done before tonight made your heart beat fast and strong. It was like all the old feelings of admiration you had for him came back in full force, making you feel a little giddy. For the first time in a long time, despite what happened just a few hours back, you felt comfortable and at peace.

For the first few days after that incident, it felt a little awkward around Jungkook at work. You were constantly on edge because you didn’t know if you could fully trust him. You didn’t know what’s going on in terms of the legality, or lack thereof, of him threatening Taehyung. He did seem to notice though, as he pulled you to one side one day and convinced you to tell Namjoon, for your own safety. That same day, you realized how trustworthy Jungkook is, not only for keeping what happened that evening only between the two of you, but also for having your safety in mind. Not even a week later, your legal team has assured you that Jungkook’s threatening remark didn’t violate the terms and conditions between the company and the artist, but the artist’s actions against you clearly did. A restraining order against Taehyung was filed, his connection with RKive 360 was terminated, and you haven't heard from him again ever since.

You arrived at your desk and immediately logged onto your computer, opting to kick start your day early while it’s still relatively silent around you. You were going through your emails, as you usually do at the first hour of your shift, when Jungkook rolled up next to you literally, in his rolling leather chair. You didn’t notice his arrival because his desk is a good couple meters away and you had your headphones on. He reached out and lifted one of the cushioned ear cups, exposing your left ear, “Breakfast in the break room.”

“Hold on, let me just… reply to this one…” you typed up a quick reply, pursing your lips in concentration as Jungkook scooted closer to take a peek at your computer. “Did you already eat? You smell like maple syrup.”

“Who are you emailing and why are they more important than maple syrup?” Jungkook pouted and started rolling his chair around in lazy circles. “Come on, let’s go. The french toast is still warm and Mingyu’s already in the break room, inhaling them.”

“Let him, he’s a big boy. He needs that.”

Jungkook snorted at your remark. “Okaaaay,” he said in a singsong voice while getting up from his seat. “Just come when you’re done…”

“Mmkay…” you replied. You heard him go ‘Sohyunie, let’s eat’ cutely when he passed by Sohyun on his way back to the break room before you snuggled your headphones back on over your ears.

•••

A/N: Hiiii! How’s everyone? What do you want to see on the next update?

[everthewip]

Find the Word

Thank you for tagging me @loopyhoopywrites! (Check out their post here!)

I actually haven't seen this game yet, so I'm assuming the rules are to find the provided words in a WIP and post the snippet. I'm going to be using my Beauty & the Beast retelling (which is still lacking a proper name).

Sound

My mother had a raven who slept in the loft of our home, just above my own bed. He followed her everywhere, and when his wings grew weary, he found a perch at the top of her cane. She called him Idris. Like the rabbits in the woods, Idris had a voice, but his - over time - began to sound more and more like a voice of words, like a language spoken and not felt.  Chick he called me. Featherless. Quiet. Friend.  

Round

I stepped in quickly and shut the door behind me, but when I turned and fully took in the library for the first time, my body became paralyzed. Only my eyes moved, barely able to take in and comprehend the sheer number and size of the bookshelves. They began at the ground and rose so high that I could not see where they ended, for the ceiling of this room was as shadowed as my lord's face. The room itself was round in shape, and not a single inch of wall was spared from books, save for those across from the entrance. There, windows - as tall as the walls - stretched up like the bookshelves. In front of it was a wide desk, covered in parchment and stacks of books, and a large open tome that the lord of the castle was standing over. There were other tables and chairs, some cushioned and seemingly comfortable, but everything else went ignored once I saw him. 

Ground

It was not a large castle. A great stone wall surrounded it, but the grounds were not large enough to hold a village as I knew the capital of Wriston had. We were surrounded by the woods. An iron gate closed us off from it, but I could see the tall, dark trees beyond. Mist circled about them, draping over the ground and lurking like a patient beast.  To the left of the castle entrance was a stable and a fenced area, but if there were horses or cows, then they were safe inside, out of the rain.  To the right was a garden. There were statues there, but they were simpler than those in the grand hall. The figures they depicted were solemn and gentle, mournful in a way befitting the cold and wet weather. I found fountains filled with dark and dirty water, benches that were cracked and covered in moss. I saw bushes of thorns and brambles, with flower patches long overgrown. Upon trellises there grew only brown vines, void of life. 

Gently tagging: @janec23 @athenswrites @cosmo-lexies @mister-writes @pb-dot

Your words are: Remember, Dream, Forget

[alilrainboo2030]

GENERAL

Name/Aliases: Priscilla Purple, Purple girl (her fans) Grape juice (Her Mom and Grandma) Violet (Nickname and her girlfriend) PP (Misleading)

Age: 15

Birthday: July 4

Gender: Female ♀️

Place of Birth: Paris

Species: Neon Human

Sexuality: Lesbian

Nationality: French

Country: France

Ethnicity: Caucasian "White"

Color: Purple "CF00FF"

Language: French/English

Object/Weapon: Magical Broomstick as Weapon and other witches and athletic stuff

Personality Type: ESTP

Alignment: Good

Food/Drink: Grape and other grapes that came with PB Jelly, Cake, Pie, Flavors, and Juices. Eggplants, Red cabbages, and Lambs.

Body Type: Rectangle

Occupation: Karate

Weakness: Lightning, Earth, and Ice.

Status: Alive

Element/Power: Magic

Animals: Horse, Kingfisher, Tuatara, Caecilian, Seahorse, and Dragonfly.

Emblem Shape: Quatrefoil

Emotion: Brave "Courageous"

Super Abilities: Levitate, Shoot, Spin, Run, Throw, Teleport, Climbing

Height: N/A soon

Weight: N/A soon

EXTRAS

Like: Karate, Girls, Tomboy, Horses, Celebrities, Crossovers, Boys but just only friends, Sports, and Aesthetic Stuffs.

Dislike: Boys, Girly stuffs, Crimes, Diseases, Sexist, and Suspicious Sites.

Hobbies: Sports, Talents, Musics, and Aesthetic Stuffs.

Club/Group: Neon Wonders 01

Spouse: Paula Purple (Grandmother) Polly Purple (Older Sister) Phoebe Purple (Baby Sister) Paige Purple (Mom) Preston Purple (Dad)

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Physical Strength: 1.16xBW

Friends/Allies: Gaku Green, Oscar Orange, Penny Pink, Rafael Red, Brody Blue, and Yandel Yellow.

Enemies/Rivals: Willow White and Ben-zi Black.

Love Interest/Crush: Cindy Cyan

Flower Sign: Platycodon “Balloon Flower”

Gemstone Sign: Amethyst

Zodiac: Leo

VOICE SOUNDED TONE:

Cute, High and Sweet

APPEARANCE:

Priscilla Purple has some athletic looks on herself. She wears a plain purple Sports bra and she wears purple skinny sweat that has pockets on it. She is also wearing a dark belt with a Cutted-shape like Quatrefoil Amethyst on it and her purple hair clip has stripes. And last she wears purple socks and sparkly glitter Athletic shoes on her. Her shoes have dark Purple sole protectors in the bottom and her loosable buttons are shaped like Quatrefoil for shoelace. But to her DNA, Is completely Purple, especially her hair, mouth, blood, fingers and toenails, body waste, and eyes with Quatrefoil highlights on it. Except for her beige skin color but only if she's sick and conditioning.

DESCRIPTION:

When Priscilla Purple was a 7 years old young child, she wanted to practice to do some sports and became famous as her inspiration dreams. She grew up in Paris, France. And her life is incredibly better than her old school. She's never been attracted to boys because many girls pick on her for being friends with the boy. This doesn't mean that she likes boys because many boys are using her. And so many girls are standing up for her and never messing with Priscilla again. Every day after school, she wanted to going out with her mom and walk places. Once that was over, she returned to her room upstairs and when she saw her new athletic clothes appeared, This was from her parents as a gift. Until she noticed something that her parents give her that they didn't know was from a Unknown strange Address to Priscilla.

She decided To open the unique box. It is the Cutted-shape like Quatrefoil Amethyst appears. And such as the flying Shapeshifter named “Quafoily” starts introducing her owner. This story ends now.

PERSONALITY:

Brave, Confused, Funny, Optimistic, Active, Sensitive, and Intelligent

TRIVIA/STORY:

Priscilla Purple is just the original character that I love to make her up in 2021. My inspiration is unknown to her. It could be because Kagamine Rin and Twilight Sparkle make her magic. That's why she have magic.

GALLERY:

N/A soon

[tuliptic]

Hey Ann! Hope you're okay today. I always have to ask things to people on my main blog, deeply dehumanizing experience. I wanted to know if you see anything about my fs' appearance (I was gonna ask a career question, but feel sort of uncomfy out here in the open). This is kind of my joker question. Thanks for your time! (Hope you rested!)

Hi PB I'm doing quite okay I guess? I'll need to do my room cleaning but I'm not sure if I wanna do it today or tomorrow lol but I really need to clean and do a bunch of things hshshshs.

And yeah if it's ask it's always the main blog sigh...

Card: Six of Cups

First thought here is that your FS will look younger than their age. I'm not sure how much I can pick up about appearance but I'm seeing that they may have a goofy smile on their face most of the time and often look at you with adoration in their eyes. I'm also picking up that their main love language would be gift giving so please be expected to receive flowers from them! They may also have a light hair colour!

[irregodless]

so lets talk about that book

ive not read the entire thing yet for reasons ill get into in a minute (FOOTNOTE: this will be explained later)

TLDR: remember if you comment negatively on my review without reading all of it i will report you and also youre wasting your life by saying anything negative ever

the character we are introduced to is venus who seems to vacillate between being pious and believing she is Literal Evil Made Manifest. whenever she is around the prose becomes insufferable to read at best and unreadable at worst using turns of phrases no one has ever even thought to use or stating things that at first seem figurative but turn out to be very literal and the inverse of that

and i do mean WHEN SHES AROUND. the beginning of the second chapter begins with actually competent prose which follows until venus shows up again. her presence also brings with it an annoying amount of footnotes and often for things that dont need them (diablo is latin for devil) while not having them for actually uncommon words or phrases OR are used to describe plot elements in the most egregious example of telling instead of showing possible sometimes even half explaining it and then saying itll be explained later in the book. sometimes the footnotes are given for words that are explained in the rest of the sentence.

because of this izzy and i, while we were reading, labeled her as Narrative Poison, a cognito hazard who fundamentally affects the story on a meta level. now this concept is interesting. if i could trust the author. but the author has ruined her ethos for me even outside of personal interactions

if venus is intended to he bad, this brings new problems with it. the first is that even the competent prose is lousy with evidence it was not proofread well or read out loud for comprehension at all. even if venus is supposed to mark bad narration it should still be enjoyable to experience and not a pain

the next issue is that the book opens with her rambling prose which gives equal attention and detail to everything no matter how inconsequential while treating anorexia and disease as a moral failing, and confusing muscular atrophy with muscular dystrophy. a books opening should serve as a hook and while the opening doesnt have to be perfect you have damaged your trust with your readers. they read that and that is the impression they get. they are unlikely to give you the benefit of the doubt UNLESS they too believe in elegance over readability. and even then they will be blindsided over the head by the sudden and abrupt change in narration styles that do not flow

pb flower includes a lot of cultural references but most of them fall flat instead seeming like they bolster the story. ace just lists some norse mythos words that dont ultimately mean anything together. theres a lot of islamic terminology and references to indic mythology id delight in learning about if at any time they felt a. like they served any purpose other than hey look what words i know and b. didnt usually just amount to shortened wikipedia explanations. few of the cultural references land and some only prove the authors lack of familiarity with them like a certain navajo spirit starting with s that People. Are. Not. Supposed. To. Say.

related to nothing but ace randomly speaks welsh often before repeating himself in english and the way flower presents it makes it seem more like welsh is just a heavy accent than a language not unlike this bitch speaking japanese. thats not like a callout its just the only way it makes sense.

so now lets talk about ethos outside the book. in her blazed post flower is asked if the book is written by ai. she says ai was made by humans so there is absolutely no distinction. after i pointed this exchange out she deleted the comments and began claiming that she, her, she wrote the book. i think she said it took 3 months? which um... it shows.

she has not denied that it was written by ai but she HAS explained that to her there is no difference. i can no longer trust anything she says especially if she DID use an ai and she believes that that constitutes having written it. but when i asked my followers how they felt about a physical book priced at 25 dollars OSTENSIBLY having been written by ai. she, at least apparently she, sends me an anon saying she will report me for "defaming her copyrighted work" and i cannot speak poorly about it if i havent read it. she also makes a post asking if when you review something poorly if it was because it was actually bad or because you didnt gel with it. flower has thus proven a lack of ability to handle criticism maturely or professionally as she didnt even make an attempt to in turn say "hey this isnt ai dont keep spreading lies about my work it was a miscommunication" which even if she did send that to me now.... i couldnt believe her. and yet if she sees this review shes probably gonna try to report me again having proved she cant handle criticism especially since the post seems to imply that the only reason you would leave negative feedback is because youre a sorry little hater.

i would love to believe that venus is actually meant to be narrative poison maybe even that flower used ai to write her and if she did that would actually be quite clever! i MUST admit! but the thing is: i cannot trust her as an author. and so am i willing to give her 200 pages worth of my life trusting in someone who has proven i cannot trust her to prove her concept? to trust that she would even attempt listening to my criticism without just writing me off as a hater? well, to quote her post "lifes too short, move on."

anyhoo itd be disingenuous if i didnt at least share some highlights from my read. perhaps ill add on more thoughts for now but without going into details like "obedient ebony" heres a good place to stop for now

that last one is the most resonant with me :)

[fychen]

beside_chen

[devilfic]

❝love languages❞

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader. cw: brief mention of drug use. words: 1.2k.

I think eddie has three love languages: gift giving/receiving, quality time, and physical touch

as eddie is someone who didn’t grow up with a lot, he and his uncle often had to make do with what they had. whether it meant packing school lunches with what little was left in the fridge or sewing up the holes in eddie’s jacket with scraps from old bed sheets, eddie grew up understanding the value of doing what you can for another person out of love

which makes eddie an excellent gift-giver

eddie almost always has something to give you whenever he sees you

on your very first anniversary, eddie thrifted some fancy spoons and turned the handles into matching rings for you both, presenting yours to you at lover’s lake with a flourishing bow. he wears his damn near everywhere, he never takes it off

he also insisted on making each other’s lunches for valentine’s day and came to school with a PB&J cut (very badly) into the shape of a heart

he’s so surprisingly romantic that the hellfire club can’t even make fun of him for being so smitten with you. it’s just too cute ;-;

(and mike absolutely takes notes for el)

actually, dustin isn’t above teasing him. eddie may flay him on the track field for everyone to see but it’s worth it for the bit

eddie is also a FIRM believer in matching clothes

you bet your ass he’ll show up to school with a fresh new jean jacket under his arm for you

“I’ll even help you spruce it up! could put your favorite band on here, or rainbows and ponies, whatever the hell you want”

and he loves seeing you in it. he feels this insane pride when, even on a hot day, you’ve got it tied around your waist because you just wanna show off the cool jacket your boyfriend got you

eddie, in return, doesn’t want anything fancy

as I said before, he’s used to making do with what he has, but he always appreciates when you do go out of your way to get him something

even if you pick some flowers off the side of the road and present it to him at the door to his trailer on movie night, he’ll act like you’ve just given him a dozen red roses and keep them in a vase on his window sill until they start to die

and even then he’ll just dry them out and put them back in the vase afkdjfsdf

also pls give him new patches for his jacket

literally every single thing you’ve given him is displayed somewhere in his room or kept in a shoebox in his closet for safekeeping

he never wants to lose a thing. he’s 100% the type to keep things from his loved ones for as long as possible

also.... if ur into it.... I think he’d really like to get matching piercings with you

it would be a spur of the moment kinda thing? and probably something small in case you might get in trouble

you hold each other’s hands when you get them done and he’s got the biggest smile on his face when you’re all done

even if you don’t end up getting a piercing, he’ll really appreciate you being there. he’ll even pretend the piercing really hurts (it’s like his fifth one) so you’ll comfort him with kisses afterwards

speaking of which,, eddie is such a sucker for physical comfort

eddie is a big fan of casual touch so it shouldn’t be a surprise

before you start dating, eddie would grab you by the shoulders or tackle you in the hallway on the way to class

you get very used to feeling his hands on you whenever the two of you were in the same vicinity

if you had an issue with this, he’d of course back off because he’s a Gentleman, but if you’re fine with it, he’s just all over you all the time

it’s kind of what gives it away that he has feelings for you before he confesses

as those feelings deepen, the touches become a lot less casual

instead of jerking you around by the shoulders, he squeezes them gently between his big hands, sometimes bold enough to let his fingers graze your collarbone just to see you shiver

he’d come in for big hugs and tuck his face into your neck, mouth SUSPICIOUSLY close to the skin there

(the closer and more comfortable you are, the more likely he is to plant a sneaky little kiss there. so faint, you spend the rest of the day in a daze wondering if it actually happened)

he comes up behind you very often and the heat of him at your back as he taunts you in a low voice damn near sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head-

I’m getting carried away

now, these gestures are easy for him because they’re often not openly sensual. you could pass it off as him just playing around, trying to tease you

but when you’re dating and he’s off the deep end? even the slightest touch can have him melting

you’re sitting behind him on his mattress while he plays guitar and you start braiding his hair? skdjfasfkjfsf

you wipe his face clean after getting messy cooking in his kitchen? AKSFJAKSJFfh

you’re goofing around and blow some smoke into his mouth in lieu of a kiss? just like. kill him already

he’s sos daksjfkafsfaddfadgsd\

AHHHHHHH

god,,, you turn him into the biggest simp

you’re the morticia to his gomez, he fucking worships you

and finally, he loves spending time with you

he absolutely ropes you into the hellfire club, and whether you play or just like to watch, he’s always looking over his dm screen to steal glimpses of you

he’s especially elated if you’re following along with the story every week if you’re not playing

and if you are playing, he tries very hard not to give you extra special treatment because the boys would tear him limb from limb

he loves playing guitar for you as well

because you come over so often, he often plays you songs that his band is working on and love songs that he’s had on repeat since he first met you

he gets a little twitchy and nervous when you watch him so intently but the way your eyes light up during his performance is like. he could die right then and there and have no regrets other than not getting to spend the rest of his life with you

when he gets really riled up over jason being a dickhead, you’ll take him into the woods behind school where he’ll vent and then scream it out together with you until you’re both laughing and spent

and every single time, no matter what, he’s so thankful that you gave him a chance

he just loves you a lot. you make the shitty parts of life feel less shitty

you know that quote from everything, everywhere, all at once? the one that’s like “in another life, I would’ve really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”? eddie feels that way for you

even if everything else sucks, he really does believe having you to come back to would make it all worth it

[val-the-bookworm]

Nicky Valentino (from Fictif) is an absolute comfort character for me, which means I’ve collected some information about him!

I just feel like I need to share what I’ve gathered with others who might be interested! Feel free to comment any other facts/headcannons/etc you guys have, I love to hear what other people think or picked up!

First off, here is a list of actual facts that can be found in the story or stated by the authors of TATW:

* The story takes place some time after April 1925 (cause Nicky knew about The Great Gatsby), but before August 1929 (because the story takes place before The Great Depression) - which is a 4 year 4 month time difference

* Possibly before 1928 (which is when phones changed from the candlestick) — that would make it a 3 year time gap

* He keeps a small tin of dog treats in his breast pocket incase he stumbles upon a stray

* There was a 3 year age gap between him and his sister

* His birthday is on November 12th.

* Nicky's favourite animal is the wolf.

* Nicky’s zodiac is Scorpio.

* His favourite colour is blue.

* His favourite alcoholic drink is whiskey.

* His favourite dishes are lobster, PB&J and anything made by MC.

* His favourite books are This Side Of Paradise and The Sun Also Rises.

* He was born in Sicily, Italy. Grew up in South Brooklyn

* Nicky is Catholic.

* His crimes include bootlegging, racketeering, obstruction of justice and loansharking.

* He did not enjoy his first time.

* His first kiss was when he was 15.

* His celebrity crush is Gloria Swanson.

* His dad kicked him out of the house for dressing like a gangster.

* He used to shine shoes as a teenager.

* In Chapter 9, two of his other henchmen are named/called Johnnyboy and Richie.

* In Chapter 10, it's revealed that he has made several charitable donations to a homeless shelter, a boys and girls club, and the church he went to as a kid.

* HE SINGS SWANEE TO MC WHILE THEY DANCE ON A BRIDGE AT NIGHT (I absolutely adore this song, so I about passed out when I read this scene lol)

* He is big reader and likes to learn from the books

* He grew up with big dogs

* If he wasn’t a gangster he would own a dog rescue center or be a model

* He is left handed

* His parents are from the country

* He had lots of nightmares as a kid

* His sister, Sofia, loved daisies

* Central Park is one of his favorite places in the city

* He prefers blackjack over poker

* This man straight up had flower crowns for us to wear and dance in before the wedding (I’d like to think he made them with the help of a maid who taught him)

Now some of my personal headcannons:

* When Mc and him are riding together he sits in the seat diagonal to the driver, cause that is the most dangerous seat in the mob world

* An Italian pet name Nicky calls MC is ‘Cara Mia’ which translates to my dear

* If Nicky and Mc have a daughter they would name her Sofia in memory his little sister.

* Definitely has some children’s books scattered among his bookshelf, considering he said…

* He would most definitely do that thing where his kid stands on top of his feet and then dances them around the room

* Would be so down to adopt kids. Growing up on the streets, and having a horrible father, make him want to help all of the children in a similar position

* Would definitely want a big Italian family (if Mc was also down) cause he find family so important, and it makes him so happy to see their children. If Mc only wanted one kid though he would totally be fine, he is just so soft for the family dynamic and his kids

* (Ultrasounds weren’t a thing until the 1950’s, but let’s say they were created sooner) Nick would 110% tear up/cry seeing the first ultrasound, and once the baby is born and in Mc/his hands for the first time

* He LIVES for the cute domestic stuff. Like just cuddling and/or talking: ✅ Washing dishes together: sold! Making breakfast for Mc/together: a must!

* Nick has bi-wife energy and no one can convince me otherwise

* This man’s love language is 110% acts of service

And finally my last category for this list; all of the nicknames he calls MC:

* Toots

*honey

*(my)love

*sugar

*gorgeous

*baby

*sweetheart

*my one and only

*doll face

*sweet thing

*sweets

*my queen

[everythingpresley]

Acts of Service (Elvis Presley x Reader)

summary: Elvis surprises reader with french toast.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+)

Author's Note: Light and fluffy with some smut! Question, what do you guys think Elvis' love language was?

“Come on doll!” Elvis whined standing outside of the bathroom.

“Okay, okay.” I laughed walking out of the bathroom in a sundress “Hold your horses.”

“It will get cold!” 

“What will?” I asked. 

“It’s a surprise. Now come on.” He said and pulled me by my hand like a little kid trying to lead their parent to some toy they just saw. I giggled as he pulled me down the stairs and to the kitchen but stopped right before we entered. I looked at him confused as to why we stopped.

“Wait.” He said and walked behind me to cover my eyes.

“Is that really necessary?” 

“Yes!” He replied and lightly pushed me forward to walk into the kitchen. 

“Okay.” He said and removed his hand from my eyes. 

I grinned seeing the neatly set table with a fresh bouquet of my favorite flowers, orange juice and a stack of french toast and bacon. 

“You made all of this?” I asked him, my heart softening at the gesture.

He smiled softly and nodded then he walked over and pulled a chair out for me to sit. 

“I know how much you love french toast so I thought I would try to make them for you.” He said and it made me want to cry.

“Honey-” I smiled with tears in my eyes.

“You haven’t even tried it yet mama.” He laughed.

“It’s the thought that matters.” I replied and blinked back my tears. It was so sweet especially knowing he doesn’t really cook except for the occasional PB&Js but that’s not really considered cooking. 

“Yeah well I know your love language is Acts of service so double the points.” He said which made me laugh because only a few weeks ago I was reading a book on love languages to him, not thinking he was actually listening.

My love languages are acts of service and quality time while his are physical touch and quality time. So I always made sure that he had my undivided attention when we’re together and actually be able to spend time together with his busy schedule. It’s easier since we have the same love language so we’re both able to satisfy ourselves. 

“Okay. Try them.” He bounced in his spot, excitedly. 

“Okay.” I laughed and poked the toast, setting one on my plate and throwing some maple syrup on top. Cutting the corner of the toast, I lifted the fork up to my mouth and took a bite. Biting down, a loud crunch was heard.

I laughed, it wasn’t supposed to be crunchy and looked up at Elvis who was standing opposite where I sat at the kitchen table. He frowned and reached over to take the plate from me.

“No.” I said and pulled the plate back “Let me try the middle part.” 

I cut into the toast once again and popped in my mouth, humming in delight “Elvis, that’s so good baby!” 

It was genuinely so good. 

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me questionably.

“Really!” I said and ate some more. 

Elvis quickly took the rest of the stack and placed the plate on the kitchen counter with his back towards me so I couldn’t see what he was doing. I raised my eyebrow but continued eating and grabbed some bacon. 

He turned back around and placed the stack back on the table. 

I laughed, throwing my head back once I saw that he cut the crunchy crust off from the rest. 

I got up from the dining chair and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Best french toast I’ve ever had.” I smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Better than that diner you love so much?” He smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Waaaay better!” I lied.   

He pouted dramatically and pushed me off of him “Liar.”

I giggled and followed him out of the kitchen “Honey I swear it’s really good! And it’s even better because you made it.” 

I reached for his hand and pulled him back to me. I cupped his face and swept little kisses all over his face. He loved when I did that so he instantly smiled. 

“Now come on, you didn’t even get to try it.” 

“Oh I did.” He replied then walked over to the trash can, pulling the lid open. I looked at him with a confused look on my face, walking over to him and peeked at the trash can to see maybe 10 pieces of french toast burnt to crisp. 

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I could just imagine him going through a whole loaf of bread just to make a few pieces of french toast and judging from the trash I think he did. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck again “I would gladly eat your burnt pieces of toast baby.”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes and pushed me away from him, trying not to smile. 

“Are you sure your love language is physical touch?” I joked because he pushed me off of him twice. 

He pulled me back to him by my waist and slowly trailed his hands down my back and cupped my butt cheeks, squeezing them tightly “I only said that so that I can touch your glorious ass whenever I please.” He grinned. 

“You are so annoying.�� I said and pinched his butt cheek “Can you come eat with me now?”

He nodded and plopped down on the dining chair, pulling me along with him to sit on his lap. 

I cut into another piece of toast and picked up the fork to feed him. I cupped his chin to make sure the syrup doesn’t drip on him and fed him the small piece of toast. 

He hummed and nodded “I did good!”

“I told you.” I chuckled and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

Once we were done with breakfast we still remained seated in the same position, I was running my fingers through his hair while he had his eyes closed.

“Do you want me to bathe you?” I asked softly.

He grinned and opened his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that I loved so much “Would you mommy?”

I grinned and kissed his lips “I would love to baby.”

If there was one thing that Elvis loved, it was being babied and held. He loved when I would wash his hair and body. 

I stood up and pulled him by the hand, intertwining my fingers with his as we walked up to our bedroom and into the bathroom. 

He stood still while I stripped him down to his birthday suit and doing the same to myself. I turned on the shower head and we both stepped into the shower. 

Even though I could tell we were both extremely turned on by one another we both just wanted to take a relaxing shower together. 

I went to squeeze out some of his shampoo when he stopped me, placing a hand over mine “Can you use your coconut shampoo? I wanna smell like you.” He smiled sheepishly. 

I smiled and nodded, squeezing out my shampoo.

I reached forward ran my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp gently while he closed his eyes and groaned in satisfaction. 

I then squirted some body wash on the loofah and slowly scrubbed his body. I turned him around so that I could scrub his back and while I was doing that I couldn’t help but slap his bubble butt. 

“Hey!” He looked over his shoulder while I giggled. 

I rinsed off the shampoo from his hair and body. I planted little kisses on his back, running my hands down his arms and turned him back to face me, rinsing his front.

“Can I do you now?” He asked. 

“Sure.” I said and turned my back to him as he started applying shampoo to my hair. He swept my hair to the side and kissed my neck. 

I arched my neck back, laying my head against his shoulder when he pulled me back against him, feeling his erection on my butt.

“Ahm. Can you finish your job?” I cleared my throat. 

“Right. Sorry.” He replied and rinsed off my hair. Then he placed his hands on shoulders, turning me back to face him. Then slowly running his hands down my curves, his eyes darkening as they roamed my body.

He looked up at the ceiling for a second.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, confused. 

“Thinking.” He replied then looked back down at me with mischief in his eyes. 

He grinned, biting his lower lip then cupped my pussy. 

I gasped, gripping his arm “Elvis!”

He ran his fingers through my already wet folds. I moaned, jutting my hips forward. 

“Elvis, you said you’d bathe me.” I pouted, pushing his hands away. 

“I couldn’t help it. My beautiful wife is standing in front of me with that heavenly body of hers, I have to touch it.” He said, getting down on his knees as he kissed up my thighs “And appreciate it because lord almighty I have to let you know how beautiful you are.” He said in between kisses. 

I grabbed his hair and pulled him back, letting him look up at me. 

“You’re gonna fuck me in this shower and then you’re gonna wash my body.” I told him. 

“Anything for my princess.” He grinned “Plus I know you’d be mad if I fucked you after bathing you because you’d want to wash your body again.”

“Smart man.” I replied, letting go of his hair.

He kept looking at me like he was waiting for something.

“What?”

“You know what.” He frowned. 

I smirked and pulled him up to stand. Pressing my body against his, my pussy against his cock, I whispered in his ear “Fuck me daddy.”

He moaned, throwing his head back. He gripped my hips and lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist and slammed me against the glass. 

I gasped at the force “Elvis! The glass will break!” 

“It’s okay, I’ll get it replaced if it does.”

I frowned and turned my head to see behind me and I could see us in the long mirror of the bathroom, my ass pressed up against the glass. 

He held my face and turned my face back to him, smashing his lips on mine. 

“I love you.” He said, thrusting his cock into me “Tight as ever for me mommy.”

I moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly. I scratched down his back as he pounded into me. He groaned in my ear making me even more hot. 

He moaned, his eyes fixated behind me “Oh you should see how good your ass looks pressed up against the glass while I fuck you raw.” He rasped. 

Elvis sped up his pace, pounding into me with all his might when we heard a loud crack. 

“Fuck!” Elvis said and gripped my hips, turning me away from the glass. 

“Did it break?” I panted, legs still wrapped around him and his cock still inside of me. 

“Just a small crack.” Elvis replied “I’ll get someone to come fix it tomorrow.” He said and slammed me against the wall this time, continuing where we left off. 

Once we were done and out, I grabbed a towel drying myself before throwing on a bathrobe while Elvis dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist. 

Ugh. My husband is so hot, I thought, biting down on my lip while my eyes trailed down his tanned, hairy chest.

“I know.” He said, smirking.

“What?” I asked. 

“You just said my husband is so hot.” He chucked.

“I said that out loud?” I asked, my face flushed and my cheeks darkening. He laughed and nodded.

“Why are you blushing?” He laughed, poking my cheek “You tell me way worse stuff, that was very tame for you.” 

“I know. I just didn't know I said it out loud.” I chuckled. 

I grabbed a smaller towel and started drying my hair while he did the same. We both stood next to each other in the mirror, he started doing his hair, placing some hair gel while I combed through mine deciding to just let it air dry. 

I lifted my comb up to my mouth, pretending it’s a microphone “Lord Almighty! Feel my temperature rising!” I sang loudly and obnoxiously, copying his country accent “Sorry, this song has been going through my mind the moment you said lord almighty in the shower.”

“Oh god.” Elvis said, looking at me through the mirror with wide eyes.

“What? You don’t like the song? Fine. I’ll sing another one.” I said, not giving him a chance to answer.

“Hey baby! I ain’t askin’ much of you! No, no, no, no, no, no baby! I ain’t askin’ much of you! Just a big, a big, a big a hunk o’ love will do!” I sang leaning my back against Elvis’ side and lowered myself down his body, annoying him.

He turned to look at me, still looking at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth “You’re just a natural born beehive! Filled with honey to the top! But I ain’t greedy, baby.” I ran my hands down his chest singing the next lyric “All I want is all you got no, no, no, baby!” 

Elvis reached forward and placed his hand on my mouth, stopping me from singing. I giggled against his hands “You are so annoying.” He said, trying not to smile and pretending he's annoyed when I know he’s not. 

He slowly slipped his hand off my mouth.

“But you love it.” I said, looking at him pointedly.

“Correction.” He said and tugged me closer to him by pulling on my bathrobe “I love you.” He smiled and kissed my lips. 

I  grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck “By the way, thank you for the french toast. It was really good and I love you too.” 

He grinned, planting a kiss on my ear, then poking his tongue in. I cringed and pushed him away while he laughed “You’re so annoying!” I said while wiping my ear. 

“But you love it!” He called out, walking out of the bathroom. 

“Well, honey! I love you, too much!” I continued singing, brushing through my hair. Elvis wasn’t in the bathroom anymore but I knew he could hear me from the bedroom “I need your lovin’! Too much!” 

Then the bathroom door slammed shut behind me which made me burst into laughter. 

[harrisonarchive]

George and Pattie at the premiere of How I Won The War in London, October 18, 1967; photo by and © Harry Myers/Shutterstock.

“We were so different, from completely different backgrounds. He came from the north of England, Liverpool, and I suppose I felt more sophisticated than him. But we grew up together spirituality. It’s something you never lose.” - Pattie Boyd, Hello!, August 31, 2004

Q: “Was it heartbreaking to fall out of love with George Harrison? I mean, to fall in love with him is an amazing story.” Pattie Boyd: “Oh, it was heartbreaking, of course it was. You know, it was like… I was losing someone who was my best friend and who I adored, and we learnt an awful lot of very important things, issues, during our time together. We learnt them together. So this is something one will never forget.” Q: “What did he teach you, and what did you teach him?” PB: “No, we both learnt together. We learnt, you know, about art, about film making, about meditation, about all sorts of things.” - BBC Radio, September 2019

“I think probably the memory that will always remain with me is when he came to see me not long before he passed away. And he came over to my cottage and wanted to see the garden and wanted to see my darkroom because I’d been doing some printing, and, um, he wanted to see the flowers. And he said — he saw some flowers, tiny little flowers that were growing in a crack in the pavement, and the wind was blowing them. He referred to them as ‘shivering flowers,’ and I thought, ‘Oh God, that’s so sweet.’ He just had a wonderful view, and he used such a different language to describe what he was feeling or thinking. And, you know, he brought me a little gift, a little something for my studio, a little Krishna. And, you know, he was just always generous and kind and sweet and always had a good sense of humor.” - Pattie Boyd (on how she best remembers George), Every Little Thing With Ken Michaels, February 2019 (x)

You can read more recollections of the last time friends spent with George in last year’s series, lasts.

[pattie-remembers]

Pattie Remembers George

Q: “Was it heartbreaking to fall out of love with George Harrison? I mean, to fall in love with him is an amazing story.” Pattie Boyd: “Oh, it was heartbreaking, of course it was. You know, it was like… I was losing someone who was my best friend and who I adored, and we learnt an awful lot of very important things, issues, during our time together. We learnt them together. So this is something one will never forget.” Q: “What did he teach you, and what did you teach him?” PB: “No, we both learnt together. We learnt, you know, about art, about film making, about meditation, about all sorts of things.” - BBC Radio, September 2019 “I think probably the memory that will always remain with me is when he came to see me not long before he passed away. And he came over to my cottage and wanted to see the garden and wanted to see my darkroom because I’d been doing some printing, and, um, he wanted to see the flowers. And he said — he saw some flowers, tiny little flowers that were growing in a crack in the pavement, and the wind was blowing them. He referred to them as ‘shivering flowers,’ and I thought, ‘Oh God, that’s so sweet.’ He just had a wonderful view, and he used such a different language to describe what he was feeling or thinking. And, you know, he brought me a little gift, a little something for my studio, a little Krishna. And, you know, he was just always generous and kind and sweet and always had a good sense of humor.”

Pattie Boyd (on how she best remembers George), Every Little Thing With Ken Michaels, February 2019