#sunflower animal hospital

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 8]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.2K

"You can add a layer of natural compost to provide the plant with the nutrients its missing. Then add a layer of this mulch right at the top, it'll help keep the moisture in. Your plant should be fine right after." You smiled, handing the bag of mulch and natural compost to the customer after she paid.

"Okay, I'll go home and repot it properly. Do I stick to my regular watering schedule?" She asked.

"Water it every alternate day instead. Since we're retaining moisture, there's no need to water it every day now. Or it might drown the plant." You informed.

"Ah, I don't want that to happen." She giggled and you nodded with a laugh.

"Come back if you need any other help." You told her, walking her to the door. She bowed her head and left your store.

Once she left, you went back to working on online order pick ups. You recently received a big order for a huge event so you were trying to clear orders and you were not able to take in anymore new orders.

"Excuse me. Are you open?" The door opened.

"Yes, I am. How can I help you?" You wiped your hands and went out to greet the customer.

"I need a bouquet for a friend in the hospital. Do you do that? Maybe a small teddy bear, I don't know..." She smiled in embarrassment. But you knew what she meant and what she wanted so you waved her further into the store.

"Do you know the person's favourite flower? If not, there are sunflower bouquets, those are popular because of how bright they are." You chuckled.

"She doesn't have a favourite flower... Let's just go with the sunflowers. I know she likes blue, can that be added?" She asked.

"Of course. I'll wrap the flowers in baby blue tissue, there'll make it really pretty." You smiled.

"Thanks." She sighed and sat down to wait. You hummed softly to yourself as you picked out the sunflowers and began to trim the stems, remove the excess leaves and arrange them.

"I'll add some extra flowers on the side if that's okay, just to bulk up the bouquet." You checked with the customer.

"Sure." You nodded.

She watched as you laid everything out in a bouquet arrangement and tied the stems together with a rubber band first. Then you wrapped the bottoms with wet tissues and began to wrap the whole thing in decorative tissues. The girl watched you as you worked, securing the bouquet together with a ribbon.

"These are the designs of small animal plushes we have. You can pick one and I'll add it to the bouquet. Also, you can write the card." You placed the box on the counter for her to pick.

"This one. She likes cats." The girl explained. You placed a holder and positioned the flowers while she wrote the card.

"All done. Is there anything else I can do for you?" You asked as you walked her to the counter.

"No, that's all. Thanks for all your help, the bouquet is beautiful. I don't know anything about flowers. I just know you get it for people when they're sick." She shrugged.

"Of course, happy to help." You showed her the bill and processed the payment on her card.

"Thanks again." She bowed and walked out of your store.

"Now, where were we?" You continued to work on your online orders. Suddenly, someone tapped you on the shoulder, making you flinch and jump, letting out a small yelp in surprise.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, I forgot to ask for a name card." The girl from earlier asked.

"Sure, sorry about that. I overreacted." You tried your best to maintain composure as you went to retrieve a name card for her before she left again. Your heart was racing, you didn't know why you reacted so badly to someone touching your shoulder.

Who were you kidding? Of course you knew. Because it was like the guy that was at the club. You shivered as a flash of what happened passed in your head.

And at the same time, you wondered if the guy would come back and sought revenge against you. Or was he even alive?

"Don't think about that." You scolded yourself with a frown. You didn't know the state Hongjoong left the guy in, he could be dead or alive.

"Focus on work." You let out a long, shaky exhale and proceeded to throw yourself back into your work. Hopefully, that will be the last that you encounter Hongjoong.

You didn't know what he did and what he was but at this point, you'd rather not find out.

"Hi. I'm here to pick up order #2140?" A male came in.

"Yes, sure. Let me help you get that. Can I see the order confirmation? Just to be sure." You wiped your hands against your apron. He nodded and showed you in email.

"That's great. Here it is, order #2140. You can check that everything is to your liking. Then you can pay." You told the customer. He scanned the bouquet and nodded in approval, going to settle the payment. It was a standard bouquet that you had on the website, an anniversary bouquet that was quite popular.

"Have a nice day." You wished as he left. Since there was a little bit of lull time, you stopped working on orders and worked on your botany.

"Tincture." You opened your botany book. Tinctures were made of dried and/or fresh plants and herbs, steeped in either vinegar or alcohol to extract their properties.

"This, this and this." You sought through your collection to find what you needed.

Following the recipe, you picked out the herbs that you needed and placed them into a glass jar then added concentrated alcohol.

"Ready in 4 weeks? Wow." You wrote the date and type of tincture on a piece of tape and taped it to the jar. Then you placed the jar on the shelf to let it mature.

"Hi (y/n). Here for today's pick ups." The delivery man came through the back door like always.

"Hey, Mr Kim. Let me see which orders are for delivery." You went to the area where all the prepared flower orders were.

"Looks like it's all these here." You gestured. He nodded and began to bring the flower boxes out to where his truck was parked in the alley. You helped him carry the bouquets while he picked up more of the wreaths and flower boxes.

"You've got the addresses already right?" You confirmed. He hummed and scanned all the barcodes on the order invoices against his checklist to make sure everything was there.

"There's a bouquet missing it seems. Order #418?" He showed you the screen.

"Hmm. Let me check, it could be mixed up with the pick up orders." You went back into the store and looked for it.

"Roses bouquet with black and grey tissue." You checked the description on your order list. Maybe you had missed out on the order while wrapping the flowers.

"Sorry, Mr Kim. Let me quickly put that bouquet together." You bowed and apologised.

"No worries. It happens." He waved you off.

"Feel free to have some tea while you wait." You gestured to the pot of tea that you always brewed in the shop, it's usually for yourself or familiar visitors like delivery men. You quickly picked out the flowers that you needed and made the bouquet. It was a standard rose bouquet with baby's breath surrounding the red roses.

"There, sorry again for delaying you." You handed him the bouquet once it was done, all wrapped in the layered tissue and secured with a thick, silver ribbon.

"No need to apologise, (y/n). Thanks for the tea. Have a nice day." He patted your shoulder and left to make the deliveries.

"You too!" You waved as the truck drove off. After that, you went back to getting orders sorted.

Finally when you sat down, you winced as you lifted your leg. It was a sprained ankle, nothing too major but you've been hiding the bandage under pants and the pain with a smile.

"Hello~" Jihoon entered through the back door and you quickly put your leg down, making sure your pant leg covered the bandage.

"Jihoon, what are you doing here?" You blinked in surprise.

"Well, hello to you too, neighbour. I'm here to deliver you a warm lunch! You're welcome." He held up the paper bag and the iced drink that he was holding.

"Thanks, Jihoon. Let me know how much everything is and I'll wire it over." You smiled gratefully as you stood up. At your words, Jihoon shot you a flat look. He knew you would insist on paying but he didn't want you too.

"Hush, just eat. Don't worry about paying." He sat you back down and cleared your table so he could put the sandwich and drink down.

"Hmm..." You shot him a look but sighed in defeat and patted the seat beside you. Before sitting down, Jihoon poured himself a cup of tea from your warmed tea pot.

"This is nice. What is this?" He pointed, taking a sip.

"Mixed dried berries with raspberry leaf." You replied, taking a bite of the warm sandwich.

"Isn't that what pregnant women drink?" He raised an eyebrow. You shot him a surprised look but nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, my mom gave a lot to my cousin when she was pregnant with my nephew. Supposed to make birth easy or something. I swear she even bathed in it once." Jihoon scoffed.

"It'll help with muscle cramps too, it's an anti inflammatory and anti oxidant." You explained.

"Hopefully it'll get rid of my calf muscle pain then." Jihoon chuckled and took another sip. You laughed and continued to eat your sandwich, enjoying your chat with Jihoon. Mrs Kim was always your lunch time companion, Jihoon must know that you would feel the absence of her presence and come.

"Do you miss her?" Jihoon asked. Your hands stopped and you paused your chewing before nodding your head with a hum, knowing he was referring to Mrs Kim.

"You know that she was the closest thing to a mother figure that I have ever had." You replied.

"Mhmm. I also know you didn't even give yourself a break." Jihoon stated.

"I don't need a break, Jihoon. Continuing and distracting myself with work is what helps me, not sitting at home and crying." You shrugged, standing up and going to toss the trash.

"Don't you have a cafe that needs running?" You chuckled, changing the subject so you wouldn't harp on that topic for too long.

"They'll survive without me." Jihoon waved you off. You laughed and shook your head.

You and Jihoon continued to chat until your lunch break was over and you chased him out. No doubt his workers were good but you didn't want to be the reason why their boss slacks. So after giving him a bouquet of flowers to decorate his shop with, he left.

"Welc- Hongjoong sshi." You blinked, stopping in your tracks. Having heard the bell, you thought that there was a new customer. You didn't expect Hongjoong to come in.

"Good afternoon." Hongjoong bowed his head as he entered your shop.

"W-What can I help you with?" You blinked.

"I... wanted to make sure you got your ankle looked at." Hongjoong cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Oh! I'm fine, it's just a sprain. Nothing big. Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable." You forced a small smile and gestured to the seats by your work table.

"I'm glad. Thanks." He unbuttoned his jacket and sat down on the stool. You poured him a cup of tea and offered it to him.

"Please, don't let me stop you from your work." He gestured to the materials that were scattered around.

"So, how have you been Hongjoong sshi?" You asked to try and prevent an awkward silence from falling down on the both of you. You kept your head down, focusing on the bouquets you were preparing to put in the display and fridges for walk in customers. Hongjoong watched you, sipping his tea.

"Same as always. What about you?" He asked back. You had stated clearly the last time you met that you didn't want the incident to be brought up again but Hongjoong couldn't help it.

"Fine. Same as always, too. Just here, running the shop, fixing orders, you know..." You shrugged.

"Hongjoong sshi, I don't mean this in any way at all but what's the real reason you came here?" You finally asked him.

"(y/n) sshi, I feel like I owe you yet another apology." He confessed with an honest look on his face. The way he looked at you, it just reminded you of Mrs Kim.

"If it's about what happened last week-"

"No, I mean, yes. Partly. I... I know we're practically strangers but I've been treating you unfairly." Hongjoong sighed

"Okay, now you've lost me." You chuckled. Hongjoong was relieved that you laughed, making this conversation a whole more lighthearted than he thought it would be.

"Like I said when we first met here... Whatever my relationship with my mother was shouldn't have clouded my view or attitude towards you. It's just... I don't know... It seems like we knew her as a different person entirely." He rubbed his temples.

"I get it..." You nodded your head with a hum.

"But that shouldn't excuse how I've been towards you. I have to deal with my demons myself." He confessed.

"It's okay, Hongjoong sshi. I know it can't be easy with everything that's been happening. And honestly, it's conflicting to me too." You empathised with him.

"So I'm not crazy." He cracked a smile.

"Far from." You giggled, fixing up the bouquet. You momentarily left the conversation to put the bouquets in the fridge.

"But still, I apologise." He insisted.

"There's no need to but if you insist, apology accepted. And I think at this point, we can drop the formalities." You turned your head to say to him as you arranged the bouquets.

"I'd like that." He smiled kindly as you returned to the work bench. You noticed his ears turning a light shade of pink. Dropping formalities didn't immediately mean a friendship but at least you two were no longer just strangers. Whether you liked it or not, the universe keeps making your paths cross.

"(y/n), I have another request, if it's okay with you." Hongjoon gulped as he mentioned. You nodded.

"I'm not ready to talk about my mother. My relationship with her, your relationship with her. I'm not ready... But when I am, I hope you'll help me." He looked at you with desperate eyes.

"Of course, Hongjoong. Any time. Whenever you're ready." You smiled softly.

RINGGGG

"Ah, hang on." Hongjoong clicked his tongue, annoyed that his phone broke that moment you were having. He looked at his phone to see Yunho calling.

"What?" He hissed, turning away slightly. You weren't gonna eavesdrop so you just continued your work.

"Look, Yunho. Just... hire another gardener, you don't need to tell me this! You make decisions too, all 8 of us do. If you need some sort of approval, ask Hwa." Hongjoong threw his head back with a groan.

"Fine, fine... Yeah, sure. I'm not sure why you want to add to my workload with this but I'll look when I get home later... Yeah, whatever. Goodbye." Hongjoong hung up with a grumble, glaring at his phone as he did.

"Everything okay?" You stifled a laugh.

"Oh, yeah. It's nothing. One of my brothers can't seem to hire a gardener himself all of a sudden." Hongjoong clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

"Well, if it's not too much. If you're too busy to find a gardener now, I could help you in the mean time." You offered.

"What? Really? I don't want to make you busier, I'm sure you have a lot to do with the shop." Hongjoong shook his head.

"I wouldn't have offered if I couldn't. My shop is closed Sundays and Thursdays anyway, I could go once a week on those days to tend to the plants." You shrugged.

"Just until I have the time to find a gardener." Hongjoong said.

"Sure, whatever you're comfortable with. Do you have a picture of your backyard?" You asked.

"Oh, let me see. Although, I don't know what plants we have." Hongjoong took his phone out and scrolled through his pictures, trying to find the last time he took a picture of the backyard garden. When he finally found one, he showed it to you. Your eyes widened at the huge backyard. The fenced garden only took a portion of it.

"Wow... That's a big garden..." You couldn't help but be in awe.

"It is. But you'll just need to tend to the fenced area. The rest of the field behind it is not necessary." Hongjoong informed. That was where they killed or practiced weapons sometimes.

"Sure, I'll be there on Monday." You smiled, excited to be working in such a big garden space.

"Here's the address." Hongjoong took the small piece of paper from the table and scribbled it down for you.

"Thank you." You took the paper and tucked it into your pocket.

"When I came in here, I didn't think I would leave after having offered you a job." Hongjoong admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded in agreement.

"You never know what the universe has in store for you." You chuckled and cleared your work table.

"Thank you, (y/n). I have to return to work now but I'll see you soon." Hongjoong slid off the stool.

"You're welcome, Hongjoong. Thank you for stopping by. I'll see you Monday." You walked him to the door. He nodded and bowed politely before exiting the shop. You watched as a chauffeur opened the door for him to enter a luxury car before returning to drive off.

"What just happened?" You asked yourself in disbelief as you walked back to your shop counter. You told yourself you should steer clear but here you were, offering to work for him.

But it was too late to regret now, what's done is done. You knew you couldn't go back on your word.

You'll just go, tend to plants and leave. Simple.

"I'm not ready to talk about my mother. My relationship with her, your relationship with her. I'm not ready... But when I am, I hope you'll help me."

Hongjoong's words from earlier replayed in your head. It was so different, he looked and sounded so involuntarily vulnerable.

To be frank, you were not ready too. You were fond of Mrs Kim, she took care of you, cared for you.

But were you ready to hear how sour Hongjoong's relationship with her was? No, you were not ready to hear any of that. Especially since that wound still felt so fresh.

"I hope I don't regret this." You muttered to yourself.

~

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[stalkerofthegods]

Lady Hestia Deep Dive

Lady Hestia is a wonderful goddess, she is always there for everyone, I adore Lady Hestia, I do not worship her personally but I know well that she is Amazing.

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane. 

Zodiac & scared number  • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red,  White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets 

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects,  pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie 

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters,  Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest,  Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you),  Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight,  Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.” 

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None 

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire 

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire 

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.) 

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera 

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July.  Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown 

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving. 

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water,  rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood 

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!) 

Prayers• 

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning 

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

http://persephoneandhecate.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploring-archetypes-hestia.html?m=1https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://honeyandhestia.tumblr.com/post/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/heatherwitch/160613514230/hestiavesta https://constantly-disheveled.tumblr.com/post/156636591525/can-a-hearth-fire-just-be-a-candle-that-you-lighthttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169551188078/devotional-activities-for-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/167758105763/jar-to-help-me-connect-to-hestia-chamomilehttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171225676313/burn-herbs-and-spices-as-an-offering-to-hestia-i https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183383795283/what-kind-of-crystals-would-yall-associate-with https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171208375440/a-historical-prayer-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169394109439/i-ask-hestia-the-kind-goddess-to-help-those-who https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/166938581678/if-youre-still-doing-prayer-requests-may-you-be https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/178225408393/lady-hestia-goddess-of-comfort-and-warmth-to https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183772520921/a-little-kitchen-prayer-for-hestia https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[makethatelevenrings]

Hear me out… “can we go home?” Prompt as a part 2 to “did I do good?”

this got long and i applied to jobs and had an identity crisis in the middle of writing it, hope u enjoy LMAO

TW: discussions of the explosion from "did I do good?" and medical talk wheeeee

You were growing tired of the hospital.

The pain meds warded off the sharp bite of pain everytime you moved, but they also kept your head in a continual fuzzy state. Sleep released its hold on you for only an hour or so before another dose of medicine sent you back under the veil of dreams.

Whenever you were awake, you found one or more of your children propped up in a chair in the corner of the room. Dick would be furiously jabbing his knitting needles into the air as a new project materialized between his fingers. Cass joined him occasionally, but sometimes she scooted her chair closer to your side, her slim fingers encased around yours, and watched whatever show played on the television. You were partial to Animal Planet so that meant she sat through hours of shark week and River Monsters.

Jason read, of course, sometimes silently and sometimes, when it was just him and you, he read aloud. His soft baritone voice was a comfort over the occasional beeps and shrieks of alarms out in the hall. Tim made sure to come by at the same time everyday so the two of you could watch Jeopardy and then Real Housewives. Although you were usually high off your ass because of the pain meds, you made sure to let him know what a fucking liar Erika Jayne was.

Stephanie, your little demonic angel, propped herself up in the chair next to your bed and played Sims, the sound of her laptop a steady thrum that helped put you to sleep. Your own personal white noise machine. Damian drew in his sketchbook, quiet as always, but he made sure to bring it to you during your moments of lucidity so you could see his art. Duke, however, was the hardest to pry away from your bedside. You understood his hesitation at leaving another parent at a medical center. So you didn’t say anything if you woke up to find him seated next to you, one of your hands in his, as he muddled over another crossword puzzle.

Alfred came by numerous times everyday. He brought treats for the nurses, creature comforts from home for you, and made sure that the children didn’t stay too long. You insisted that they lived their lives outside of the hospital, even their night jobs. Alfred checked over what foods you were receiving from the dining services, humming and marking down nutritional values and if you were getting enough calories. He always plied you with cookies every time he visited and ensured you were eating enough protein to help your wound heal faster. The vase of golden sunflowers next to your bed were always fresh and replenished so you suspected Alfred ensured that they were always replaced when they started to wilt.

But one person didn’t show.

You tried to not dwell on the fact that Bruce never once made an appearance. Even Clark and Diana had dropped by with flowers and well wishes. But your husband remained his usual disappearing act. You didn’t understand why and frankly, you didn’t care. For years you tried to remind Bruce that he wasn’t always Batman. He was a father and husband and friend, both inside and outside of the suit, yet it felt like as time went further, he forgot more of who he was.

It was fine. You had Alfred and your kids. Their love made you wish you could wrap your arms around them, but these damn IVs wouldn’t let you. You knew they were just as disappointed in Bruce as you were, but nothing anyone said would change things.

Until you turned on the news one night and saw the headlines that the perpetrators of the explosion at the Wayne Gala had been caught and the entire organization eradicated. The group had been targeting the Wayne family, reporters said, and they blamed you for the unemployment rate and food insecurity in the city. Well, hell, your family had been working to eradicate the wage gap and food deserts for years, but if anyone was to get hurt, you were glad it was you.

Three broken ribs, a punctured liver, internal bleeding, a concussion, and your body one giant bruise meant that your kids were safe. You would place yourself between them and the blast every single time.

The news cameras zoomed in on the bodies that were slumped against the front of the police headquarters. Faces bloodied and raw, the men stared back at the camera with haunted eyes and your breathing hitched just slightly when you recognized the mark carved into one man’s forehead.

A bat.

“Mrs. Wayne?” Geraldine, one of the day shift nurses, called from the door to your room. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you replied. “I just saw the news.”

The kindly older woman bustled in with one of the new nurses on her heels. The two women had been working three nights a week for the time you had been on the floor and you appreciated their steady, comforting nature. They had both been a little thrown when the Waynes of Gotham showed up on their floor but once you asked Geraldine to treat you like a normal person, she warmed up to you like a grandmother.

“How ya feelin’, sweets?” she asked. Every few hours they checked your vitals and incision spots to ensure that you were healing well and no infection was growing.

“Listen, I love you ladies. But if I have to stay here any longer, I might snap.”

They laughed at your comment and Farah, the fledgling nurse who followed Geraldine like a baby goose after its mama, focused on checking your incisions while Geraldine marked down your vitals.

“You’re so close to being free,” Geraldine promised. “Dr. Huerta will come by later today to check everything and hopefully, you’ll be out in a day or two.”

“Am I the last one to be discharged?” While you were the most seriously injured due to your proximity to the blast, a few people were also brought into Gotham General with varying injuries.

“Yep,” Farah hummed. “They’re all home and Mr. Wayne said he would pay for their bills.”

That made you pause. Farah’s head raised the second the words came out of her mouth and Geraldine turned sharply in her direction. Farah grimaced and sighed. “Sorry, I know he told us not to say anything.”

Your lips parted in shock and you glanced between the two women. “He called the hospital?”

Geraldine sighed and approached your bed. She reached out and clasped your hand between hers and gave you a kind smile.

“He’s been here everyday, sweets. Only leaves at night before he’s back in the morning. He just sits in the waiting room, looking like death warmed over. I keep tellin’ him that he should at least come talk to you, but he refuses unless he knows you’re asleep. Who do you think keeps bringing those flowers?”

“I don’t understand.” Your brow furrowed. “Why the fuck is he here if he won’t even talk to me? Why has no one told me?”

Geraldine pursed her lips and then she patted your hands. “Sometimes, men are stupid.”

That elicited a snort from Farah but Geraldine wasn’t finished. “I think, sweets, that he blames himself and he can’t bring himself to see you when you’re awake because he’s terrified that you’ll hate him.”

You glanced between the two women and narrowed your eyes. “What else has he done?”

They launched into a list of things. Your favorite blanket that you kept in the study at home was draped across your legs because of Bruce, the nurses were now being paid more because of his meeting with the hospital executives (and subsequent buyout of the Gotham General system so that meant more paperwork for you to deal with when you got out), and many other things. Bruce, silent as he was, operated without a word to you because he was so fucking scared that you hated him.

“Is he out there? Right now?” you asked once they trailed off.

“Yeah,” Farah sighed. “The more coffee he drinks from the cafeteria, the more I think we’re going to have to admit him soon for cardiac arrest.”

“Bring my husband in, please. If he fights you on it, tell him to stop being such a fucking coward.”

Geraldine let out a delighted laugh and practically skipped out of the room, clearly excited to give Bruce Wayne a run for his money. Farah waited patiently at your bedside and you were grateful that she didn’t abandon you right now.

Light footsteps grew closer to the door and you heard the soft creak of the hinges until he was standing before you. His hair was shaggy and unkempt and a five o’clock shadow clung to his jaw. Bruce was still in his usual daytime uniform of slacks and a button down, but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his entire ensemble was wrinkled.

“Thank you,” you said to the nurses. They vacated the room quickly, leaving you two just staring at each other. Bruce cleared his throat and glanced towards the door as if he was preparing to leave, but you pointed your finger at him and he froze midstep.

“Sit your ass down, Wayne,” you ordered. He started towards the chairs in the corner but you let out a disapproving noise and he turned to where you were pointing. Bruce sighed and trudged over to the hospital bed you were lying in. His eyes searched your face for any sign of anger or discomfort as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Bruce Thomas Wayne,” you began. “You stupid man.”

Your hand curled around his and you brought it to your lips, brushing a kiss against his palm. He sucked in a tight breath and you enclosed his fingers around your love.

“I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you think.”

“I should have stopped them sooner. I should have never let this happen to you. I-”

You smoothed a hand down his forearm. “You didn’t let anything happen to me. It happened because people wanted to hurt me. You can’t stop them from their thoughts or their anger, Bruce. You can’t change the way people feel. You can only do as much as you can and you and I both know that.”

He shut his eyes and sighed. Bags cradled his eyes, shadowing the bright blue pupils you woke up to every morning. The lines on his face deepened and he looked as if he aged ten years since you last saw him.

“How can you stand to be near me?” he croaked out. You reached up and tucked some of his dark hair out of his face before cradling his jaw.

“Because I like because, Bruce, and I love despite. I love you despite how many times you make me want to tear my hair out. I love you despite your self-flagellation tendencies. I love you despite the fact that there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you.” He chuckled at your teasing remark and leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed against the soft skin of your wrist.

“I know you are,” you assured him. “But you’re still going to grovel so damn much.”

“Whatever you wish for, you will get.”

You considered his words for a moment and hummed to yourself. “You have to take Damian to the art museum and cannot look at your phone once.”

“Easy.” He ghosted his lips against your wrist and you shivered at the soft touch.

“Okay. How about letting Stephanie drive the car next time?”

He grimaced, obviously knowing you meant the Batmobile and thinking about the blonde’s tendency to take wide turns. “Fine.” He kissed your brow, right over some stitches as if he could heal them with just a tender touch.

“You have to shake hands with Hal Jordan and tell him he’s doing a good job.”

“You’re a fucking menace.” Bruce dipped his head down to kiss you sweetly, but you were grinning too much to let it last.

“Can we go home now?” you whispered against his lips. “I just want to be in bed with you. I’m sick of the food here.”

He cradled your head against his chin and sighed, his breath washing across your skin. Bruce was so careful with you as to not aggravate any of your injuries. For as idiotic as he could be in the emotions department, he knew exactly what to do to comfort you physically.

“Soon, my love. And I will wait on you hand and foot. I’ll never let anything happen to you again. Ever. I swear.”

“I know.” But you didn’t take his promise to heart. Not in your line of work. He could guarantee that the sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening, but no one could promise that the scythe of death wouldn’t come calling any minute.

But you would let him hold you and make promises. It would make him feel better and that, in and of itself, was a gift.

[edgessunflower]

Rhea Ripley Masterlist

You're my sunflower in a field of roses 🥺

Why 🫂/🥺

Show me that smile 🥺

Out and proud 🥺

Viva la love 🥺

Beach night dance 🥺

Enough for me 🥺

Our first time ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Starting over 🫂/🥺

Stopped working 🥺

It's you 🥺

Wings 🥺

Pool party 🥺

Umbrella 🥺

You couldn't have known 🥺/🫂

Words from the heart 🥺

We love you 🥺/❤️‍🔥

It's time to love and I don't care ❤️‍🔥/🫂/🥺

Heated affection ❤️‍🔥/🥺/🍃

Not how I wanted to tell you 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Letter to Lilith 🥺

New purpose 🥺/🫂

Three of a duck 🥺

I couldn't leave her alone 🥺

Unexpected ally 🫂/🥺

Extra care 🥺

Calm in fear 🥺

Proud of you 🥺/🫂

Sweet surprise 🥺/🧸

Love of our lives 🧸/🥺

Heavy snow 🥺

Absolutely! 😘 🥺

Cutie 🥺

Falling for four at once 🥺

Lost 🫂/🥺

I will not hesitate 🥺/🫂

You have to know 🥺

Easing pain 🥺/🧸

Our girl ❤️‍🔥/🥺

The best hug I've gotten 🫂/🥺

Where I wanted to be 🥺

Different side 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Slight heart attack 🥺/🫂

Birthday visit 🥺

Could never be mad at you 🫂/🥺

Tag team champions 🥺

Loved 🥺/🫂

Relaxed 🥺

Fall night 🥺

In the dark chaos 🥺

First night home 🥺/🧸

Not ever 🫂/🥺

Melt ❤️‍🔥/🥺

No more tears 🥺

Soft kisses 🥺

Animal senses 🧸/🥺

Natural 🥺

Double hospital stay 🥺/🫂

Nothing but beautiful 🫂/🥺

Another mom is better than no dad 🥺/🫂/🧸

Together 🥺/❤️‍🔥

All we do 🥺

Everything for you 🥺

Moment of vulnerability ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Christmas begins 🥺

Rosie 🧸/🥺/❤️‍🔥/🫂

Body worship 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Still have a family 🥺/🫂

Welcome to the family 🥺/🍃

New change 🥺

Arms wide open 🥺/🧸

Hormones 🥺

Thaw 🫂/🥺

Bump 🥺/🫂

Taking a stand ❤️‍🔥/🥺/🫂

Support system 🥺

Behind closed doors ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Low heart rate 🫂/🥺

Forever Valentine 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Softie underneath 🥺/🫂

Reflux 🥺

Cuffs ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Homecoming adventure 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Sleep stream 🥺

In love all over again 🧸/🥺

After work cuddles 🥺

Field of love 🥺

Break out 🥺

Tipsy 🥺

Sexy wrestlemania celebration ❤️‍🔥/🥺

War games hell 🫂/🥺

Upside down 🪐/🪻

If no one is standing beside you 🥺/🫂

Slobber knocker 🪻

Jumped in 🫂/🥺

Birthday sex 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Cuddling headcanons 🥺

Our pretty girl 🥺

Behind green eyes🪻/🪐

Bikini ☄️/🪻

[mugzymiik]

BugVerse incorrect quotez✨

except its mainly Gold and Bug oopsie daisy

some are pre-apology, some are post-. good luck figuring out which ones are where on the timeline /silly

Pyrare: I'm at a loss for words!

Gold: Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Pyrare yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.

-

Bug: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Gold?

Gold: No.

Bug: I think I speak for Gold when I say it sounds really super.

-

Hexalace: I knew this day would come... I saw it on the calendar.

-

Bug: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’

Hexalace: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

-

[Gold and Bug are planning to break in somewhere]

Gold: We need to distract the guards.

Bug: Right.

Gold: What are we gonna do?

Bug: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.

Gold:

Bug:

Gold: Deal.

-

Gold: It is 6:09.

Gold: I am wondering why I’m still alive.

Gold: Send Wendy’s.

Bug: The whole restaurant?!

-

Gold: Bug, I need some advice.

Bug: You need advice from ME?

Gold: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

-

Gold: Bug, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?

Bug: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?

Gold: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

-

Gold: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Bug: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

-

Tsavorite, in a room with Bug and Gold: It’s calm in here.

Tsavorite: It scares me…

-

Bug: Dude, we can get mythical animals! Maybe I’ll get a penguin!

Gold: Penguins are real.

Bug: That’s the spirit, Gold! They’re real to me too!

-

Bug: My back hurts.

Gold, walking into the room: Take the spine out.

-

Bug, trying to comfort Gold: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

-

Tsavorite: Uh, Pyrare? Gold is in the pool and I don't think he's waterproof.

Pyrare: What?

Cyanide: I think they meant, Gold is drowning.

Pyrare: WHAT?!

(Meanwhile)

Gold: *is drowning*

Bug: OH MY GOD, GOLD! KEEP SWIMMING!

Gold: I can't swim, stupid— *sinks*

Bug: GOLD!

-

Gold: I hate to disagree with you, but-

Bug: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

-

Gold: How petty can you get?

Bug: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

-

Bug: I'm never having a debate with Gold again, he literally started his argument with "Riddle me this.”

-

Hexalace: That's it, you're grounded! Tsavorite, no adventures for you! Cyan, no fighting for you! Bug, no stealing for you! And Gold... oh my god, is there anything that you love?

Gold: Revenge.

Hexalace: No vengeance for you.

Gold: I was going to say "I'll get you for this," but I guess that's off the table.

-

Tsavorite: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Hexalace and Pyrare's convo?

Orange: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Bug: I'm in the washing machine.

Gold: I'm in the closet.

Cyan: We accept you Gold. <3

Gold: No I'm literally in the closet.

Cyan: Love is love. <3

-

Gold: I feel so burnt out.

Bug: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.

Gold: Are you gonna... assassinate me?

Bug: Well not if you’re expecting it.

-

Gold: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Gold: One... two... three.

Bug: ...

Gold: ...

Gold: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

-

Gold: You have an impressive pain tolerance.

Bug: Thanks, it's the trauma.

-

Gold: Bug, you’ve tried 37 times and you’ve failed every time. Give it a break.

Bug: DO I HEAR “FIRST TRY PART 38?”

-

Gold: What are you doing here?

Bug: I could ask you the same question.

Gold: I live here. This is my house.

Bug: I should probably ask you a different question.

-

Gold: I trusted you!

Bug: Why?

-

Bug: I have a plan.

Gold: I have the hospital and our caretakers on speed dial.

-

Bug: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.

Gold: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!

Bug: …Your point?

-

Bug: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Gold: No, I said "Bug, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

-

Bug: You know what’s funny about Gold? He's my brother, and anyone who’d hurt him is someone I’d murder, probably.

-

Bug: How does one turn their emotions off?

Gold: Okay, so first go to settings.

Gold: I'm an idiot, I thought that said emojis at first.

Bug: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

-

Bug: Something’s off.

Gold: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting me.

Bug: No, but that’s funny.

-

Bug: Gold told me to stop being immature, so I told him to get out of my fort.

-

Gold: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Bug: Okay?

Gold: …

Gold: …

Gold: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

-

Hexalace, staring at Gold in a cage: ...Why is he in a cage?

Bug: Because he hissed at me.

-

Gold: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense.

Bug: I’ve got plenty of common sense!

Bug: I just choose to ignore it.

-

Bug: *holding a salt packet* It’s just a little sodium chloride.

Gold: Actually Bug, it’s salt.

Bug: That’s what I said, sodium chloride.

Gold: Uh Bug, that would be salt.

Gold: *takes salt packer from Bug* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

-

Gold: You disgust me.

Bug: *eating a KitKat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

-

Bug: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here.

Bug: And if you don't well then fuck you.

Bug: I'm looking at you, Gold, you jealous mop.

-

Tsavorite: I’m so happy two of my favorite people are getting along now.

Orange: Uh, Bug and Gold are not getting along.

Tsavorite: They’re not trying to kill each other.

Orange: You may have a point.

-

Bug: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby?

Bug: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us.

Bug: I also want to softhack his circuits.

Gold: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

-

Bug: I desire moisture.

Gold: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

-

Bug, holding in her laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Gold: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic shape language.

Bug:

Bug: Water you doing?

-

Gold, watching one of the other Heroes do something stupid: Bug, you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Bug: Hell yeah! I'm gonna—

Gold: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

-

Bug: I regret nothing!!!

Gold: I regret everything!!!

-

Bug: Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page.

Bug: But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”.

Gold: That’s not even clever.

-

Beau: Sorry, who are you?

Bug: Oh, I’m Bug.

Beau: Oh yeah, I’ve heard about you from Gold.

Bug: Are you his friend or something?

Beau: No.

Beau: I’m his therapist.

-

Gold: *casually taking four stairs at a time*

Bug, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

-

Bug: Seriously, all you do is bitch.

Gold: I happen to bitch the perfect amount for someone in my situation.

-

Bug: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked?

Gold: It’s just you.

[plumbaleena]

CC for Sims with Disabilities

In my most recent storyline, my main character Andromeda suffered a devastating accident that severed her legs, and in turn she had to be wheelchair bound. This was VERY hard to do in the sims because it doesn’t accommodate for sims with disabilities. However, with some searching I was able to find some incredible items, poses, and more for if you’re like me and want to tell a more inclusive story. Here’s what I’ve found!

CC FOR DISABILITIES /

ANIMATED WHEELCHAIR 

WHITE CANE

HOSPITAL WHEELCHAIR

POSES FOR DISABILITIES / 

https://ts4-poses.tumblr.com/tagged/disability

OUTFIT/ACCESSORY ITEMS FOR DISABILITIES / 

PROSTETIC LEG

VERSION II [WHAT I USE SPECIFICALLY ON ANDI]

CAST

CRUTCHES

IN EAR HEARING AID

BLIND EYE OVERLAYS

SUNFLOWER LANYARD 

MISC / 

THREE LEGGED FURREND 

SERVICE DOG VEST

Huge shoutout to SnootySims and Katverse for finding some incredible inclusive items as well!

[gardenoblues]

tagged by @iamfandomcrazy hii i love all ur fics >< Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE SMUTT YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO CAST YOUR EYES ON. --- just know that most of these are intrusive thoughts or the product of my spiraled madness, and short ideas. i won't be putting unfinished but posted fics since that would take too long. here it goes

*Visions; - a wyler fic where wednesday was freshly expelled from her former high school and started to have small and useless visions (its safe to assume its about Tyler, she mostly sees snippets of events)

Wulfric Thursday - a fic about wyler's son, he's the first child (that i most prob post on ao3 once Hyde The Past is done since the two are connected, i think i actually need someone with me to think of ideas and be crazy together its a little too much to take, a wide universe. There are 3 current chapters.)

Valentina Francoise - a fic about wyler's daughter, the younger sister (wont say much but she's the best and worst combination of her parents. there's only one chapter and its mostly notes.)

Girl Next Door - this fic was either tyler would be the new kid who moved into town or it was Wednesday. it was hard to decide but i think i settled with Wednesday. I don't know if this would come to life though, wish me luck. there are no chapters. yet.)

wyler tyler has a twin gemini - yep. the title speaks for itself lol. ( i wanted to do something like migi and dali or ayesha's secret, if you know the anime or manga, well you know *wink *wink)

wyler - sunflower - a fic where Tyler dies or it has an alternative story where he faked his death and goes to live in the Addams manor. God i was such in an angsty mood i wanted someone to die with me, and of course its my favorite white boy to write about)

Tyler Galpin - just a compilation of songs i was thinking of editing Tyler in.

Wyler PROMPT - just an unfinished prompt from a dc prompt where Tyler is Fran's and Vincent's son.

Wyler spies AU - again the title speaks for itself lol.

WYLER ITS OK NOT TO BE OK - if you know the kdrama then nice, but if you don't its basically Tyler would be a psych ward nurse or something like that and Wednesday is a children's book writer that sometimes visit hospitals to read her book.

HYDE THE PAST TYLER BOOTCAMP - my heart cries fir this fic. title speaks for itself. suppose to be a filler chapter.

WYLER DRABBLE - alice in the wonderland fic. its just an idea wont prob make the cut.

Wyler hays - just wyler smutt ><

Longing For draft - just a short fic where Tyler followed Wednesday to her house.

Wednesday Addams as Song Lyrics - songs id edit her with. --- These are just what's saved in my laptop. here's what's in my phone. i don't mind if you don't read this one lol.

wyler (1) - wednesday pospartum with her son.

Liar, liar - Tyler teasing Wednesday.

wyler (2) - Wednesday spit on Tyler's face and he uses it as lube.

wyler gender swap - there's one chapter.

its not always rainbows and butterflies - a short fic where Tyler attends nevermore and learning how to control the Hyde but in Wednesday's pov.

This is shit - wednesday denying her feelings for Tyler.

wyler (3) - Tyler has full control of his Hyde and pretends to be nice but Wednesday sees through him.

wyler (4) - (just wrote this 2am earlier lol) wednesday goes to yoga and mourns Kitty's death, has a mental breakdown while Tyler consoles her. SORRY THAT WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. tagging @writerrose1998 @broken-everlark @nonamemanga @cosmic-lullaby @callmetippytumbles @tastethesetears @lovepoison9 @nouklea @diamantdog @lady-murderess @therulerofallpotatos

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“GoodBye Sunflower”

Part 2

Part 1

Keegan x Fem! Reader

TW-Mentions death, depression, stress, slight fluff.

Artwork Credit - @ave661

Credit for dividers - @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

I hope you like this @simplecole18

Previously in Chapter One

Eyes red and swollen he couldn’t shed anymore tears. Looking at her beautiful face. The stitches and bandages that covered her face the lips that held the most beautiful smile her laugh that made his worries all disappear and her warm touch that healed his aching, broken body. All of this will be gone with a pull of a switch.

“If that’s what she wants then…….I will always love you my Sunflower”

The doctor walked over and sighed and flipped all the switches off and he left Keegan alone. The beeping sounds of her heart monitor kept beeping. Keegan closed his eyes.

Waiting for her the monitor to flatline once again.

“Doctor!”

The sound of the nurse running out of the room. Keegan looked up to see that his Sunflower was breathing on her own and her heart beating strong on its own. But her fingers twitched in his grasp.

“Sunflower baby stay with me. I’m right here. You’re strong pull through for me baby. I’m right here I never left your side.”

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“You’re my wildflower”

“Come back to me”

-Two Weeks Later -

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“Keegan we have to head out.”

“Hesh give me a few more minutes.”

Hesh sighed heavily patting his back. He walked out of the hospital room. Hesh held back his tears.

“Sure thing”

“Sunflower, I know you can hear me…please wake up. I know you squeezed my hand and moved your fingers but come back to me please.”

“Please wake up.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Open those big beautiful (y/e/c). I miss you getting mad at me when I pick on you and when you call me an asshole and Mr. So Serious.”

“I’m gonna be away for a few days. Wait for me. I promise you wildflower I’ll come back. Just come back to me and wake up. We can have the life you want.”

“I know you want ducks so I uhh I got you this.”

Keegan pulls out a stuffed animal. He holds the little green duck in his hand tucking it under hand.

He wiped his tears from his cheeks and pulled his balaclava over his face. Kissing his hand he placed it on her lips. Lifting her hand he kissed her softly.

Keegan picked up his gear and walked towards the door but he looked back at her to memorize her beautiful face.

“Sunflower”

Looking down at his black boots he sniffled. Blinking his eyes repeatedly he walked out and down the hall his heart ached. The pain of leaving her behind in her vegetative state weighed heavily on his mind.

He jogged to the tarmac where everyone waited he nodded to them. Keeping to himself he sat in his seat strapped in holding her bracelet. The small dainty little bracelet that had small bells and small sunflowers on it.

“Sunflower, you have my heart in the palm of your hand. Please wake up.”

The feeling of the turbulence shook the helicopter and Keegan stared off into oblivion thinking about his wildflower.

“Keegs, she’s gonna pull through she’s strong.”

“I just know she is. She isn’t gonna leave us. And especially not you. Someone has to be here to pick on you.”

“I know. It’s just hard to imagine my life without her. I can’t sleep or eat without thinking of her. But the doctor said she had a higher chance of waking up but it’s a matter of when.”

Locked away in her own hell she searched and searched for the light. (Y/n) ran through darkness holding her small paper lantern. She ran and ran looking for the small ball of light that would lead her back to the present.

“Keegan where are you? I’m so alone and scared”

“Please come back. Call out to me so I can find my way back to you.”

Sitting down she dropped the lantern holding her face she wept in her hands. But I’m the distance she heard her lovers voice.

Quickly standing up she listened again picking up her lantern she called out to him.

“Keegan!”

“My love!”

“Keep talking!”

She ran towards the sounds of his voice. The more she ran the more her will to live grew. Little by little her small frail broken body tried to break free from its prison.

“Sunflower, I know you can hear me…please wake up. I know you squeezed my hand and moved your fingers but come back to me please.”

“Please wake up.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Open those big beautiful (y/e/c). I miss you getting mad at me when I pick on you and when you call me an asshole and Mr. So Serious.”

“I’m gonna be away for a few days. Wait for me. I promise you wildflower I’ll come back. Just come back to me and wake up. We can have the life you want.”

“I know you want ducks so I uhh I got you this.”

She felt his warm sweaty hands touch her cold hands. She smiled with tears in her eyes she ran towards his voice. Her lungs burned her legs grew tired but she pushed on to the sounds of his voice.

She gently squeezed the stuffed animal.

The smell of the disinfectant spray that they used to sanitize the room filled her nose. The feeling of the soft sheets on her legs and feet. The feeling of something soft at her fingertips under her right hand.

She took a deep breath in filling her sore aching lungs. Her eyes fluttered open.

The blinding bright fluorescent lights burned and stung her sensitive eyes. Struggling to sit up she managed through the soreness, stiffness in her frail broken body.

“Keegan”

Her low raspy voice cut the silence. She shifted in her bed tugging on the cords that connected her to the machines she pulled them off and the IV lines out one by one. Looking around her eyes burned, tears fell down her face as she realized where she was.

“Keegan?”

Her low raspy voice called out to her lover. Her throat was dry. Swallowing thickly she rubbed her eyes. Wincing at the pain she touched her face as she looked around searching for a mirror that was nearby. The feeling of butterfly tape and bandages that covered her face and neck shook her to her core. Tugging at the cords around they prevented her from moving she peeled back the tape from her arms ripping the pads that were taped to her chest and sides. The monitors going off. Blood rushed down her arm as she sat up straight. Her legs shifted to the edge. They dangled there for a moment. She leaned forward but her legs didn’t react in time. She fell forward landing on the cold white tile floors.

“Doctor!”

The nurse ran into the room helping (y/n) off the floor into the nearby chair. She winced at the pain in her body as she sat down. The nurse rushed to get the doctor.

“What happened?”

“Where’s my Keegan?”

“I heard his voice in the darkness I tried to find him, where is he?”

“(Y/N) you’ve been in a coma for a short period of time but allow me to examine you. You have extensive bodily injuries and the beatings you took to your head that left you with a concussion. Let us examine you and I’ll answer all your questions and concerns as we proceed with this exam.”

“Okay”

She looked up to the doctor biting her lower bruised lip. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall she sighed and whimpered. She thought about what happened before all the images of the torture came rushing back to her.

Closing her eyes she huffed in pain. Holding her head. She remembered what happened but she remembered hearing Keegan cry for her.

“Water”

“Yes, but drink this slow okay. Here you go Hun. Just sips. Your body could go into shock if you drink it too fast.”

The nurse kneeled down in front of her catering to her. While sipping on her water she spoke again to the nurse.

“Where’s Keegan?”

The nurse sighed and clicked her pen and looked down at her hands and looked up to her holding her hands she spoke softly to her to break the news.

“He’s on a mission. He’ll be gone for a few months at most. They extended the mission a few mins ago.”

“When will he be coming back?”

“They can’t say? I’m so sorry dear”

Breathing softly she stared at her small cup of water her heart heavy from the news but she held out hope he would come back to her soon. She wanted to feel his warm calloused hands in hers. Her bones aches for his embrace.

“(Y/N) we can start your exam now”

Nodding her head she looked to the doctor and nurse who wheeled in a wheelchair for her.

3 Months Later

“Sunflower, if you’re reading this, that would mean I didn’t come back from my last mission. They either KIA me or MIA. But know this I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You brighten my life when I saw nothing that was worth living in the moment for, but you changed everything for me when we met. I always thought of you when I was at my lowest. But sunflower you were always on my mind when you went to sleep and never woke up. So if you don’t get the chance to read this then Hesh or Logan is reading this letter you as you lay sleeping.”

“My wildflower your beauty can’t be described in words.”

“So if you’re still sleeping. Don’t wake up”

Sitting in her room her hair overgrown. She slept for days not eating only drinking water from the sink. She lingered in her room. Logan was pulled from the water. He recovered soon after they found him but he doesn’t remember what happened and that it’s all a blur.

Looking around the room she sat on her bed holding the letter. Rereading the last line.

“Don’t wake up”

Her heart had bled dry. No tears or pain could comprehend that loss she felt. No amount of tears and bargaining could bring him back.

The sounds of someone knocking on her door breaks her out of her trance.

“Go away!”

“(Y/N), it’s Logan can you open the door. Please”

“Go Away Logan!”

“Please, I know you’re hurting but you need to eat something.”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

She grabbed the nearest object beside her and she flunked it at the door. The loud crashing sound echoed the halls of the building. Soldiers that were in their rooms peeked their heads to looking out to see what was going on.

Logan looked down with tears in his eyes. He sighed and bit down on his lower lip holding back his emotions he stood in front of her door holding an envelope. Sliding the envelope under the door he walked away silently.

The sounds of paper scraping the floor she looked at her door seeing an orange envelope under the door she crawled over to open it but decided against it.

Deep down she knew what it was.

Death certificates and maybe just maybe a copy of his tags. And other paperwork that needed some signatures.

No funeral was to be held. Keegan wasn’t the sentimental type of man. He didn’t care if a vigil or service was to be held for him. All he cared about was his job, friends and his gun but his top priority was his Sunflower.

Days turned into months then a year later she sat in front of his tombstone. Holding sunflowers she always brought them with her. Every morning and evening she sat by his tombstone. Talking about her day what was new and what he would’ve hated. All these trips back and forth had become a routine for her.

Due to her injuries she sustained she was honorably discharged from her service. She lived out her earlier retirement with her benefits and the wealth that was left behind from her parents. She lived in the house in the mountains only in the fall and winter. She became very reclusive after Keegan’s Death.

During the summer and spring she owned an apartment in the city. She would wander the streets mindless searching for him. Hoping one day he would show up in her life again. But that was never gonna happen. Death isn’t something that is inevitable. Especially in the line of work they both did. She got lucky she narrowly escaped deaths grasp but Keegan didn’t. The debt needed to be paid and Keegan took that burden from her.

The seasons started to change. The summer heat started to cool then eventually the leaves changed. The cool winds replaced with freezing gusts of wind that swept the entire city and mountains.

Knowing Keegan he would’ve moved mountains and sacrificed the whole world just for her to keep her at his side. And he would do anything to keep her happy. But this wasn’t happiness.

This was a nightmare.

“Keegan I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts everyday you aren’t here with me. I promise you I’ll take care of myself and try to live my life.”

“I’ll be in the mountains for the fall and winter. I���ll visit you when spring comes around. I love you Keegs”

She kissed her fingers pressing them against the tombstone. Her warm hands touch the cold rough stone.

Tears filled her eyes. This was the hardest part she couldn’t bring herself to leave the cemetery. Her heart longed for his love.

Looking back (y/n) chewed her inner cheek holding back her stifled sobs. She looked back hoping that one day death will take her away.

Her bones aches for his embrace. Not feeling his warm touch on her face her body. That feeling of being deprived from it hurt worse then a gunshot wound and the torture she endured.

The scars of her face served as a reminder she was stronger then the men that inflicted these wounds on her face and body.

She build a fire in her cottage and sat down on the floor watching the fire crackle and dance. The orange glow warmed her but couldn’t replace Keegan’s warmth.

Watching the fire dance in the fireplace she fell asleep.

The fire died down in the early morning.

The sounds of someone knocking on her door woke her up. She sat up on the floor her body ached and her joints cracked as she stood up. Rubbing her eyes she stumbled a bit trying to center herself. Looking around she looked at her watch reading the time 5:08am.

A thin blanket of frost covered the ground outside. But who was outside.

Stumbling to her door she hissed in pain as she made her way to the door. Grasping the handle she sighed heavily for whoever was at the door they were in for a surprise. She yanked opened the door only to be met with shock.

“K k Keegan”

“Sunflower”

“You fucking asshole!”

Jumping into his arms he fell back off the steps holding her close. Inhaling her scent feeling her body against his as he fell.

Hitting the ground knocked the wind out of him but the feeling of having her body pressed against his was the feeling he longed for.

“Sunflower, I’m so sorry I hurt you. And I’m sorry you were alone all these months and having a year pass by you have no idea how much it hurt me. I had to Sunflower.”

“I’m real and this isn’t a dream”

“I missed you so much it killed me the day they served me your papers and signing your death certificate.”

“You made it hard Keegan. I hate it but I love you so much.”

Caressing her face he pulled her in for a kiss. He longed for her warmth and touch. But his touch was something else.

Keegan took his time with touching and undressing her watching all the goosebumps raise. Caressing her stomach gliding his calloused fingers over her stomach. Watching her moan, her back arching begging for more.

Pinching her nipples through her black laced bra. Running his finger over her dampen lace panties. Feeling her wetness made his cock quiver with anticipation.

Watching her become undone under his touch was a like orchestrating music. The sweet lewd moans he could pull from her was music to his ears. The sweet nectar that drips between her legs. He so badly wanted a taste. But this moment was about her not him.

“Sunflower use your words”

“Touch me, finger me, something Keegan I need to feel you. I missed you so much.”

Standing up beside her unbuckling his pants dropping them to his ankles. Stepping out of them he palmed himself through his boxers watching her beautiful face turn many shades of pink her mouth watering. The way she bites her lips turns him to putty in her hands.

“Sunflower open up”

“Okay”

Keegan pulled his boxers down pressing his thumb down on her tongue as he pulled her forward to him. Her hot breath on his cock made his body shudder. The hot wet sensation of her mouth he had almost forgotten lingered in his mind.

“You take what I give you Sunflower. Swallow when I’m finished with you my wildflower.”

“Yes!”

Keegan placed his cock into her mouth. Thrusting forward in her mouth caused her to gag. Slow soft thrust into her mouth down her throat he sighed softly gripping the back of her head gently as he fucked her mouth.

Her eyes watered up as his pace quicken. Her gag reflex no longer reacted. Swirling her tongue around his rather large cock. Drool seeped down his balls dripping between his legs she sucked up the saliva that made a mess on her lower lip.

Licking the red sensitive tip caused him to groan and thrust harder into her throat.

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Meanwhile

“Hesh, Merrick it’s good to see you guys again.”

Logan walked up to the property owned by (y/n) they parked below the hill alongside the road.

Hesh and Merrick did the same as well to surprise (y/n). Hesh carried flowers and a small box of chocolates for her.

“Logan brother it’s been too long since we seen you guys”

“Guys we were supposed to bring gifts”

Logan shook his head with hands on his hips laughing softly feeling a lot embarrassed. He waved it off. Hugging his brothers they talked outside for awhile.

“Russ said he’s here but so far no one has greeted us.”

Hesh walked up to the door before he could knock he stopped immediately and walked away. Looking down he looked like he seen a Ghost.

“We should get the trucks and part up here.”

“Might want to give them some privacy.”

Hesh started to walk down the hill with the flowers and chocolates in hand he marched down the hill quickly.

“Oh? What do you-? Oh?!”

Logan nodded and Merrick questioned Hesh but realized what he meant. They all quickly walked down the hill quietly and quickly.

“Yeah”

No one dared to say anything.

Just the lewd moans and gasp was all Hesh heard aside from the sounds of Keegan’s praising, but the sounds of skin slapping and the wet lewd noises. The sounds of moans muffled and Keegan stern commands.

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[charkyzombicorn]

I like to imagine how each of the temples look

Robins are large library’s, her followers gather and share knowledge as a teaching, most are nomadic since ohan

Frankys are workshops with his followers create and build machines.

Ussops are green house and small library’s filled with story books and fables. His followers tend to plants and tell children stores

Nami temples are ment for studying the weather and mapping out the world, there are many maps and one giant globe. Her followers study rain patterns and weather anomalies as well as create maps.

Sanjis temples are kitchens. His followers cook food and give it to those how are hungry.

Jinbes temples are located near or in the ocean. Lots of sea plants.

Brooks temples are full of music with large windows and skylights to show of the night sky. His followers are active at night where they sing great songs to people.

Luffys temples are like brooks, but sun themed and his followers help Carrie his themes of freedom and work to help those in need of it.

Choppers temples are hospitals for people and animals. His followers treat those who need it.

Zoros temples are like gyms and dojos. His followers train in the art of battle. They protect those who need protection.

I love all of theseeee!!!!!!

Luffy's specifically sounds kind of like the temple Dragon runs. What if he's a priest AND a revolutionary in this au???

I feel like Luffy doesn't have a lot of temples. Sure he has a lot of followers, but he doesn't like those stuffy people that use "his will" to control others. Also, he doesn't really like buildings because it's tedious to keep them lighten inside. He mostly just has stone alters that lower class people build and he's grateful for so surrounds them in sunflowers and has sparrows greet those who visit. There are a few made of carved stone to look like a rock with a strawhat on it and a sun emblem on the front - one of these is what Ace and Sabo stole.

This also means Luffy has the audacity to just walk into any other of the gods' temples without asking. Its a bit rude but most of them don't mind. Honestly Luffy just Showing Up before mortals' eyes becomes so common post-gt that pretty much everyone knows someone that's seen him. He's less of a god and more of a mixture between cryptid and annoying younger cousin to The Whole Dimension, but with a lot more god powers than he really should have

[beardedmrbean]

A woman shot by a man suspected of killing three people in Rotterdam had repeatedly complained about him to the police, her neighbour has told the BBC.

Prosecutors also knew about Fouad L and had warned the hospital where another victim was shot, an email shows.

Fouad L, 32, had shown "psychotic behaviour", the hospital was told.

He was arrested on Thursday after he allegedly shot his neighbour and her daughter as well as a lecturer at the Erasmus Medical Center.

The Dutch authorities have not given any details about a possible motive, but said it was likely the victims were intentionally targeted.

Roy, who lives in the same apartment block, told the BBC the family lived next door to Fouad L and had repeatedly reported him to the police.

"Once he threw a dead rabbit into their garden," the 20-year-old said.

The police would come, Roy added, but "he always had the curtains closed and never opened the door".

"They had so many chances to kick him out. This is social housing, he should have been evicted a long time ago," he said.

The email - sent by the Dutch public prosecution service to the teaching hospital where Fouad L studied - described his previous "worrying behaviour", including him being found "half-naked in the garden on a pile of leaves".

In the message, prosecutors suggested his behaviour could affect whether the hospital would grant him a medical diploma.

The suspected gunman posted the email in a web forum himself and complained about teachers "sabotaging" him.

He described himself as an alcoholic and said he had been fired because he was unable to finish his medical degree.

Prosecutors have confirmed the authenticity of the email, Dutch public broadcaster NOS reports.

Erasmus Medical Center chairman Stefan Sleijfer said in a statement that the prosecutor's warning had been taken seriously.

Fouad L was told to undergo psychological evaluation and was denied a doctor's licence unless a psychologist declared him fit to practise medicine, Mr Sleijfer said.

During a search of his phone at the time of the animal cruelty investigation, prosecutors also found pictures of people being stabbed as well as right-wing extremist images.

Fouad L set fire to the residential building after shooting the woman and her daughter, police said. Emergency services took the daughter, 14, to hospital but she later died from her injuries.

Bouquets of roses and sunflowers have been attached to the black screen placed by police around the crime scene.

Roy said the family was friendly with their other neighbours and often outside talking with them.

"Now a girl I knew since she was tiny is dead. Her twin sister, older sister and little brother have lost their sibling and mother," he said.

Francisca, another neighbour, said her granddaughter had been friends with the victim's twin girls. "It's just so sad. I still can't believe it," she told the BBC.

Police officers were going door to door the day after the attack, searching for evidence.

The windows of the family's flats are entirely blown out and black burn marks around the brickwork suggest the blaze ignited by the gunman had been substantial.

After the first shooting, police say he went to the Erasmus Medical Center and killed a 43-year-old male lecturer.

The hospital named the victim as Jurgen Damen and described him as "a dearly beloved teacher" and "well-known face in the educational world of Rotterdam".

The suspect was arrested outside the Erasmus Medical Center around 15:30 local time (13:30 GMT) in a huge operation that included an elite police unit storming the hospital and helicopters hovering over the building.

Fouad L also started a fire at the hospital, causing significant damage. The hospital says it has cancelled all lectures in the building, but students have been invited to mourn there today.

On Friday morning, staff gathered in a cosy café outside the teaching hospital told the BBC they were frustrated about Rotterdam being characterised as a place in the grip of violence linked to gangs and drug-trafficking.

Dutch Prime Minister Mark Rutte wrote in a post on social media: "My thoughts go out to the victims of the violence, their loved ones and to all the people who have been in great fear."

Rotterdam mayor Ahmed Aboutaleb said the "horrible incident" was a "pitch-black day" for the city.

Fouad L appeared in court for a preliminary hearing on Friday and will be arraigned next week.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent freshman if there are still spots open, please!

8/7/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | Fluent Freshman (FD)

The final stop was to a small store by the hospital that sold cards, flowers, and stuffed animals for far cheaper than the gift shop at the hospital's gift shop.

Nicky got big happy sunflowers and pink tulips all contained in a light blue vase. “I don’t know what the hell Smithy is into yet, so I’m covering my bases. That’s how this would work right?” he says to literally no one’s understanding or comprehension. He grabs an incredibly gaudy ‘Get Well Soon’ card and makes Kevin turn around and offer his back as a surface so that they all could sign it, regardless of the actual table not five feet away.

[enginire]

ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS. WILFORD INDUSTRIES WISHES YOU A GOOD MORNING. THE TEMPERATURE OUTSIDE IS -119.6 DEGREES CELSIUS. WELCOME ABOARD SNOWPIERCER.

THE ENGINE.

located at the front of the train, the engine room provides all power to the train, and is driven by a team of engineers that rotate with shift patterns. day shifts require two engineers in control of the train, and at night, there's only one. cabins are located by the engine, with the lead engineer having their own small living area and bed in the side of the wall. the other engineers bunk together in a communal cabin.

FIRST CLASS.

first class have the most freedom, esteemed and prided on its luxury. it is comprised of old-world billionaires. they eat plentifully, with fine-dining and silver service, reproduce at will, and spend more time complaining about trivia than anything else. it contains all salvaged art from the old world, including van gogh's sunflowers series, the kiss by gustav klimpt, and the girl with the pearl earring by johannes vermeer. they have access to an aquarium and sushi bar, the hospitality car, the dining car, sauna, and bowling alley, along with other grand luxuries. during resource struggles, such as electricity, heat, and water, first are never implicated.

HOSPITALITY CAR.

the hospitality car contains an intercom where the head of hospitality can speak throughout the train. it is unclear if this sits in first or second class.

SECOND CLASS.

second class is comprised of skilled workers, and offers comfortable accommodation. it has its own hospital clinic cars and recovery rooms, and contains the twelve drawers cars, housing criminals suspended with a medicinal form of kronole (illicit drug). it was originally made so that if snowpiercer collapsed, four hundred pre-selected people could be suspended in sleep to give humanity a fighting chance in the future. this is a last resort. more recently, it's been used to inanimate criminals such as murderers. second class is rarely implicated in resource issues, and has enough food to sustain its passengers, without the luxuries offered to first class.

THE NIGHTCAR.

the night car sits in the last car in second class. it was originally deisgned by wilford as a brothel, but meIanie and miss audrey pushed for it to act as a place where people can come to terms with their trauma, grief, and agony following the freeze. it offers cabaert entertainment, hosts events such as fightnight, plays, concerts, and dances. the nightcar is often revered as switzerland, as it remains impartial to class struggles and allows people to move between second and third class.

THIRD CLASS.

third class makes up half of the train and accounts for 70% of the population. it houses industry, cargo, residential bunks for jackboots (militay) and brakemen (police), and supplies the train with its agricultural needs. it has butchers, farmers, and food processing stations within it. the residential section is small, valuing efficiency in its space. the mess hall car is open around the clock, and third class residents work three shifts of eight hours over night. classroom and utility cars are seen in third class. there is a hospital clinic in third class too. food processing and paper-making are located in the back of third, along with storage and cargo cars. the chains is a car for communal living. agriculture (ag-sec) contains the most important parts of the train: they grow crops using hydroponics, such as cotton, wheat, cocoa, berries, potatoes, vegetables, fruits, and sugar cane. they have cars for pigs, goats, poultry, sheep, and cattle. they use every part of the animal, including the manure and methane, and harvest bovine cultures for scientific advancement and genetics testing. third is where protein bars are produced for the tail, which are protein-rich black jelly, mostly made of ground bugs and specifically cockroaches, which are then rationed out to the stowaways in the tail. aquaculture cars produce fish and seafood. fish waste is used as a fertiliser for the hydroponics. there is an apiary car (closed down after a bee colony collapse), and refrigeration car where the food is stored before distribution. the sanitation cars compost organic waste, such as corpses and manure, into fertiliser using bugs and worms. this is usually a job undertaken by people from the tail. when resources are tight, third suffer the effects of it, such as limited electricity and food rationing, despite housing the cars that make this possible for the rest of the train.

THE TAIL.

the tail contains mostly cargo cars. this is made up of stowaways that forced their way onto the train during departure, and are non-ticketed passengers. people from the tail, dubbed tailies, live solely in poverty, with their accommodations being likened to slums, and suffer hugely due to overcrowding and overpopulation. reproduction is not a right in the tail, and no tailies have been born in over five years. brakemen give the tailies rations in the form of protein bars, and they are extremely limited in terms of access. when resource issues come to light, the tail suffers the most, losing electricity, heat, food, and water, and are left to deal with the fallout themselves. deaths are common in the tail, and at any hint of rebellion, they are punished inhumanely.

[bakedbakermom]

I have an allergy to nickel in foods. It's one of those allergies where you have to hit a certain blood level of it to be a problem, and it never was until I moved to an area with high levels of nickel in the water and soil. I break out in dyshidrotic eczema, which is a rash of tiny fluid-filled blisters all over my hands and feet. They burst and dry, leading to painful cracks and fissures in my skin and can become a huge infection risk.

Nickel is in everything. I mean literally everything. It's in all soil, which means it's every plant, which means it's in every animal. There is no edible thing which does not have some nickel in it. Again, it's a threshold allergy, so I tried cutting out all the biggest offenders and was left eating like. Corn tortillas with cheese. Eggs. Potatoes. Some meat.

And that was IT. I couldn't even look at chocolate or coffee without breaking out in eczema. I was miserable.

The thing is, there should have been plenty more that I could safely eat, but soy and sunflower oils are very high in nickel and they're in EVERYTHING. I had to go to four different markets to find tortillas with no added crap. I could not find a single brand of bread without it.

Eventually I was able to meet with a nutritionist who advised me to start taking iron and vitamin c together, which act as chelation agents to bind to the nickel in my bloodstream and flush it out. I can eat like a relatively normal person again, and even have coffee! I do still get occasional outbreaks, usually around the holidays when there's chocolate everywhere, or if I eat salad too often (leafy greens are another huge nickel offender).

Honestly the modern approach to food is shit. Companies adding cheap fillers and flavoring agents with no regard to the safety of the consumer, only caring about the bottom line. Remember when they tried to make "healthier" potato chips (never mind that that olestra oil was also cheap as hell compared to the regular stuff) and a bunch of people shit themselves while driving bc it turns out a fat that can't be absorbed by the body has to exit somehow??? (I shouldn't make light of this, several people were hospitalized, but my 6yo would be very disappointed if I didn't make a poop joke.)

They don't care about ANYONE, let alone those of us with weird allergies. Even people with the well-known, severe allergies like peanuts die All The Time because food companies and restaurants can't be assed to place human life above profit.

(PS if you get dyshidrotic eczema you should try the iron/c thing. It literally gave me my life back.)

the uncommon allergy haver to anticapitalist pipeline

[krisyyydvd]

A rollercoaster 2024.

I don't know how to write this. In previous years, I have already done this yearly blog days ago. But now, I'm writing this on December 31, the last day of the year itself. It took me a lot of days thinking about what to write and what to be thankful about when all I feel right now is sadness and hurt. However, there are still good things that happened this year and no matter how bad things turned out, I need to document this because this is the main purpose of this blog, to write, remember and travel back in time.

January 2024, my year started with me travelling to my favorite country again, Tokyo, Japan and this time, it is SUPER COLD. Like -1, my face felt numb without a facemask and my hands got numb a minute I let go of my gloves. It's my first time seeing snow and experiencing this kind of weather, so yes, I am overreacting. I love coming to Japan, I love how I understand the people speaking Japanese when I can barely group Japanese words myself. Thanks, Anime. We went to see the moving Gundam, thankfully I saw it before they took it down. Mount Fuji, which is sometimes hidden from tourists but it was visible to us the whole day! The busy crossroads of Shibuya and Tokyo Disneyland! Sadly, due to weather, the fireworks got cancelled. This is my 2nd time going to Disneyland and I still haven't experienced this firework show!!! I guess that is another inspiration for me to go to Disneyland again. Btw, I blew off all my savings on this trip hehe. 

Then came February, my mother got her eye cataract operated before valentines, we gave her a DIY money flower bouquet which she loved. Of course, my Mr. Romantico never failed to give me Sunflower. Am I just..too pretty??? Then Tinter Bean had its first event in Nueva Ecija, also visited Little Vigan on the way home. March came, we launched our Sweets/Grazing Corner! Another baby business for us! This month, my mom got confined in the hospital but was thankfully discharged before our trip to Bicol! We missed our Family trips like this, but we didn't expect the long drive! We are on the road for 21hrs! Yes, 21 hours. All of our jokes and dreams are exhausted but we are still on the road. jsq. But the beauty of Bicol paid for all our exhausted feelings, Mt. Mayon was hidden most of the time, but when we catched a glimpse of it, it was MAJESTIC. Like it was so big and perfectly shaped! Their food was mostly spicy and this is the only place I liked Laing. We also did a titkok on the entire trip haha. The family also went to Misibis Bay, a luxurious resort in Albay but for me, it was just hmm 7/10. Haha. I flaunted all my belly fats here with my emerald swimsuit. Who cares, they don't know me. 

Summer came in April, to have a quick break on our busy schedules, my bb and I went on a day tour trip in Limliwa, Zambales. This was so much fun since there a only a few people around us because it's a weekday, We tried the ATV, snacks by the beach while admiring how beautiful the sunset was. May came, and this is the month dedicated for my mother because it was her birth month and it's mother's day. For her birthday, we went to San Antonio, Zambales. The resort was 10mins away from the beach itself so my senior parents just stayed at the resort. She was so happy here, we got her a huge cake, flowers, crown and sash as if she was a princess.We were happily singing Happy Birthday to her not knowing that this is gonna be her last birthday...she also had an accident here, she slipped in the bathroom on her own, there are many reasons why she will pass away on that incident, but she survived without any injury but her back was seriously hurt to the point that she needed assistance standing up and going to the bathroom. May is still a good month for our business, because this time, we went to Makati to serve coffee at VIU's mother's day event. I actually don't know if we gained profit here haha I just want it to pass that day. 

My birth month, June, started with a bang! We were invited to serve coffee for IU's concert in Philippine Arena! I still remember hearing her live voice during practice! However, we had a car mishap that night, we almost didn't come home because my car's battery got drained. Thankfully, there are car drivers nearby that helped us! whooh! Then I celebrated my birthday just how I dreamed it would be, a Jollibee birthday party. All my friends and family were there playing like a little kid, I guess we all healed our inner child. August came and so Adam's wedding. I was a grooms-maid? HAHA, I was part of the entourage on the groom's side. I almost launched a cocktail bar here. 

BER months were so busy so it felt like a flash. In October, I watched Olivia Rodrigo's concert even though I only knew 6 songs from her setlist. She was so good and I became a fan after. My sister and niece came home from New Zealand! We are so excited to bond together with the family as a whole, this time, with her husband as well. We went to the mall, had late night movies with espresso made by my bb barista. We also launched our coffee machine here! But this month, my mom was hospitalized again. She was there for 8 days due to respiratory failure, heart enlargement and pneumonia. They had her on full face oxygen mask just to blow out the carbon dioxide from her body which was toxic to her. Basically, her oxygen level falls down when she falls asleep if she doesn't have oxygen, her heart gets affected. This is her longest time in the hospital and the biggest bill we had. She was thankfully discharged, we asked for help from our relatives and paid through credit card. This time, my mother's health card was all maxed out. Right after she was discharged, we tried to make the most out of my sister's time here. We went to Dasol Pangasinan in November, went to church with the whole family for the first time and took a family portrait. My mom even cried before the mass started. I guess because she was thankful that we are all together? or did she get a message from God that she will be coming home to heaven after a month? God, we were so happy. We did everything a family would do once they are together as if we were running out of time.  Then, Yuki was sold and I bought my dream car, white montero named Yukito. 

Then December came, God am I ready for this... This is the busiest month for Tinter Bean with 26 booked events in a month. Dec 12, my mom was rushed to an emergency, almost got confined but came home because all the results are good. We are going out almost everyday for our business but on December 17, on our anniversary, Chester got on his knees and asked me to marry him. He worked with my closest friends and family for this surprise and I literally had NO IDEA it would happen like that! That was my dream! To be engaged! I was at my happiest that night, I went home and showed my mom the video of the proposal, my friends who saw my mothers's reaction even said that she almost cried but brushed it off with a joke. We celebrated until 3am with my HS buds and my mom who was enjoying it with my friend's baby. Dec 18, I spent the entire afternoon with my mom. I helped her get bathed, restroom breaks, did exercise, I made a spanish latte and we watched Legally blonde 2. God this day was so perfect for me and I realized that I want to be home more and spend quality afternoons together with my mom. However, that wish didn't come true. 

On Dec 19, a day which I thought was a normal day would be etched in my memory forever. I woke up in the morning rushing to get my car fixed, my mom was at the dining table as usual, I stayed out while waiting for my car and at 1:30PM she even called me if I was already coming home, or if I already ate. God this was our last conversation. If I knew, I would've explained to her how much she meant to me. That she was my world. At 5PM, I checked on her in her room, I thought she was just sleeping soundly but at 5:20PM when my father asked me to wake her up, my mother...was not responding anymore. I shouted MA, MA, with my lungs and hearts out. I was waiting for her to get back to me, I was hoping she would wake up. But she never did. We took her to the emergency, but it was already too late. My mom....passed away. How did I go from being on my "happiest" to my "saddest" within just 48 hours?

Days passed, we needed to be present at her funeral. We greeted families and friends, but deep inside we are all broken. We can only sleep due to exhaustion and lack of sleep but our minds are awake and our hearts are crying. I mean, what happened? Suddenly, I don't have someone to call "Ma" anymore. Suddenly, our house was lonely. Suddenly, my ultimate dream of getting married with both of my parents beside me can't come true anymore. I cried like I never knew hurt before, my heart is still crumpled as I am writing. We spent our last Christmas together with you, but this time, you were sleeping the entire time. The world is celebrating but our hearts are aching. I can't even greet "Merry Christmas" because it feels too heavy for me. But Ma, when I heard that you were smiling that you were happy, my heart felt lighter. That's all we want, your happiness. I hope you will bring all the good memories you had here because our sisters and I did our best to give you the best senior life. We promise to take care of our father and be with him everyday. We love you Ma, you were my world and heart of our home. I will try my best to recover and cope up from this, you raised 4 strong independent women and we got all those strengths from you. Just like our favorite song said, You are one of the few things worth remembering, how can anyone mean more to me, than you. 

Few hours ago, I didn't know how to end this. Not until I attended the New Year's Eve mass, the priest said that we cannot control life and there will really come a time when you will have to celebrate occasions without your loved ones because they passed away. But there is still a reason to celebrate New Year, that is to give FULL TRUST to the Lord. 2024 brought me to my highest happy moments and brought me on my most down saddest self. 

That's why, 2025, I will surrender you to the Lord, I know his plans are better than mine. I will now let go of the control, bring me your best shot. 

[thelemonzone42]

Sophie Flufftail

It was a nice rainy day and Jess and Lily were wrapping up their lunch of cheese toast and raisins. After taking care of the dishes, they headed off to the Helping Paws Animal Hospital across the street. Along the way, they found some lost baby squirrels. Even though their supposed to leave baby animals alone if their lost, they had to take them to the pet hospital for safety.

After that, they found Goldie and they knew it was an emergency.

When they got to The Friendship Forest, she went to Sunshine Meadows and saw that the place was burnt up in smoke. Then to their horror, Grizelda came in with her new dragon minions. Breezy, the red wind dragon, Dusty, the yellow stone dragon, Chilly, the blue ice dragon, and Smudge, the black shadow dragon. The Friendship Forest always brings the sunshine in. Her evil plan was to spread darkness to the forest. After they left, Lily, Jess, and Goldie decided to check on The Shining House, a greenhouse that is the source of all The Friendship Forests’ light and sunshine. The sunflowers reflect from the sunlight and they spread the light of day.

As they got to The Shining House, they ran into their old friend, ‘Woody Flufftail’ and they met his family. His parents, ‘Mr. And Mrs. Flufftail’, and his siblings, ‘Lulu’, ‘Hazel’, and Sophie. Their job is to take care of the greenhouse. A Flufftail’s Brush is the only way to clean the greenhouse properly.  All of the sudden, Grizelda came in and casted a spell on The Flufftails, making them hate sunshine and brightness. However, Sophie was the only one to escape by hiding amongst one of the bushes. The girls agreed to help turn her family back to normal. From the ground, Sophie’ mole friend, ‘Lola Velvetnose', explained that her tunnels started to smell like chestnuts. Sophie knew that they were her family’s favorite nut.

Underground, they met their badger friend, ‘Mr. Silverback’ who was curious why The Flufftails are moving in with him. He agreed to keep an eye on them while they go get help. Lola came too, because she doesn’t want to face the dragons alone.

On the surface, they came across local inventor, ‘Mr. Cleverfeather’ and pilot, ‘Captain Ace’ who seem to know where Chilly slipped off to. Before they left, Mr. Cleverfeather gave them one of his fi

refly lanterns, just in case. Taking them on Captain Ace’s hot air balloon, he escorted them to a nearby cave. 

Within the cave, they heard crying. The crying was coming from the Ice Dragon, Chilly. Sophie stood up to him, for she doesn’t want to get scared again. Chilly explained that after it got dark, he hid in the cave because he’s scared of the dark. Using their firefly lanterns, they cheered the poor dragon's help. It was there they also learned that dragons can also cast spells. Determined to see the light again, Chilly agreed to break the fluffftail’s curse.

Back by The Shining House, Chilly fixed up The Flufftails and they were relieved to be normal again and to have Sophie back in their arms. Once they cleaned the dirty greenhouse, Friendship Forest started shining again. Jess and Lily helped out by watering the sunflowers.

After a nice picnic of nut bread, hazelnut butter and apricot pie, it was time to go home to the human world.

By the time they got back to the human world, the rain stopped and a rainbow was in the sky. Jess and Lily rushed up to the Helping Paws Animal Hospital to find the baby squirrels they found all better.

The End.

[celtalks]

Celebrating Patriotism: Stars Unique Republic Day Reflections

As the nation commemorates Republic Day, celebrities like Adah Sharma, Tanuj Virwani, and Urvashi Rautela showcase their distinctive ways of honoring the occasion. From heartfelt celebrations with animal friends to family traditions and work commitments intertwined with patriotism, each star's approach reflects their deep-seated love for the country.

Adah Sharma's Republic Day Celebration in Haridwar with Animal Friends

Adah Sharma, known for her captivating performances in movies like "1920" and "The Kerala Story," recently celebrated Republic Day in a unique and heartwarming way in Kankhal, Haridwar. The actress, who has a massive social media following, is not only admired for her acting prowess but also for her unwavering love for animals. Adah's affection for animals is well-known, and she recently partnered with an animal hospital to support their noble cause. Additionally, she actively advocates for the welfare of abused elephants. During her Republic Day celebrations, Adah shared adorable pictures on her social media, showcasing her bond with her animal friends as she made her way to a parade.   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Adah Sharma (@adah_ki_adah) Apart from her philanthropic endeavors, Adah Sharma is gearing up for her upcoming projects, including "Bastar: The Naxal Story," slated for release on March 15, 2024. Fans can also anticipate her appearances in "Sunflower" season 2 and an international project, adding to her versatile repertoire.

Tanuj Virwani's Patriotic Republic Day Plans and Reflections

Tanuj Virwani, recognized for his modern and fun-loving persona, reveals his deep-seated patriotism as he shares his plans for Republic Day. The actor emphasizes the importance of honoring and celebrating the country's legacy beyond designated national holidays. For Tanuj, Republic Day holds immense significance, reflecting his family's tradition of prioritizing patriotic activities. He expresses his enthusiasm for participating in the flag hoisting ceremony with his family, followed by a spirited cricket tournament at their farmhouse. Tanuj's celebration culminates in a special family meal, reinforcing his commitment to unity and progress as a nation.

While Tanuj Virwani's upcoming projects are eagerly awaited, his positive outlook and strong patriotism serve as inspiring reminders of the collective spirit of the nation.

Urvashi Rautela's Heartfelt Republic Day Observance and Work Commitments

Urvashi Rautela, known for her global presence and rooted connection to her country, shares her plans for Republic Day amidst her busy shooting schedule. Despite her hectic agenda, Urvashi prioritizes participating in the flag hoisting ceremony, expressing her profound love and pride for her nation. Following the ceremony, Urvashi intends to seek blessings at a temple before dedicating herself to work, emphasizing her passion for her craft. Her message to fellow citizens underscores the importance of unity in diversity and spreading love to brighten others' lives.     View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Urvashi Rautela (@urvashirautela) With multiple projects lined up for 2024, including "Dil Hai Grey" and "Black Rose," Urvashi Rautela's upcoming patriotic role in a Hindi movie adds to the anticipation surrounding her versatile performances. As fans eagerly await her future endeavors, Urvashi's unwavering dedication to both her work and her country continues to inspire admiration. In the tapestry of Republic Day celebrations, these stars' individual reflections shine brightly, reminding us of the diverse ways in which patriotism can be expressed. Whether through philanthropy, family traditions, or dedication to their craft, Adah Sharma, Tanuj Virwani, and Urvashi Rautela inspire admiration for their unwavering love and pride for the nation. Read the full article