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[patientlibrarian]

Tuesday April 1 2025 - back in time Tuesday

In these difficult times I consider it my mission to provide a daily reminder of someone truly gorgeous.

Hello everyone, everywhere, hope your future days will be as you would wish them to be in these chaotic times.

I post every day, usually before 10am GMT (UK time) so please join me again. Find me on AO3 for all my stories. My current, latest, is

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62951305

I hope to have a new story up in the next couple of weeks.

[last-of-the-independents]

ANDREW ROBINSON as ELIM GARAK, ALEXANDER SIDDIG as Dr. JULIAN BASHIR in DEEP SPACE NINE, S6.E1 - A Time to Stand (1997)

[redroses07]

WHO SAID THAT?!

[dilfmobius]

how about a slice of pie?

[teapetal44]

p3

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My parents texted me about something that had happened in the episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine that they watched, but what they described never happened in any episode so I realized that it was a dream and woke myself up.

[mostlyghoestly]

Either for the boys in general or for Homelander, but reactions to receiving a bouquet and their s/o explaining the meanings behind all of the flowers/colors?

Color Me pink.

This fic will include; Billy, Hughie, and Homelander

Other part

Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher wasn’t a flowers kind of guy.

So when you handed him a bouquet—an actual, delicate arrangement of blooms wrapped in soft paper—his first instinct was suspicion. He stared at it like it might explode, squinting as if the petals held some hidden agenda.

"The bloody hell is this?" he muttered, lifting it gingerly.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It’s a bouquet, Billy. And before you start grumbling, let me explain."

He scoffed but didn't interrupt as you pointed to a deep red rose nestled among the softer colors.

"Red roses mean love," you said simply, your fingers brushing over the velvety petals.

Billy’s expression twitched, something unreadable flashing through his eyes before he covered it with a trademark smirk. "Bit obvious, innit?"

Ignoring him, you moved to the white lilies. "These mean devotion."

His fingers twitched around the stems. "Devotion, huh? Didn’t think I had much of that in me."

You hummed. "You do, though. In your own messed up, stubborn way."

His smirk softened.

You continued, pointing to the bright yellow tulips. "Happiness and cheerfulness. Because, believe it or not, you actually make me happy, Butcher."

For once, he didn’t have a snarky remark. He just stared at you, something raw and unspoken settling between you both.

Then, clearing his throat, he grunted, "S’pose I should get you some flowers then. What’s meanin’ for, I dunno, bangin' you till your legs give out?"

Hughie Campbell

Hughie blinked down at the bouquet in his hands, shifting awkwardly as his fingers brushed over the petals.

"Uh… you do know I’m not really a flowers guy, right?" he said, glancing up at you with a sheepish grin. "Not that I don’t like them! Just, you know, unexpected."

You smiled, nudging his arm playfully. "Well, I didn’t just pick random flowers, Hughie. There’s meaning behind each one."

That caught his interest. His brows furrowed as he studied the arrangement more intently. "Alright, I’ll bite. Hit me with the flower facts."

You pointed at the soft blue blossoms tucked near the center. "Forget-me-nots. They mean true love and remembrance."

His grip tightened slightly, lips pressing together in something unreadable. "Oh," he murmured, voice suddenly softer.

Next, you gestured to the deep red roses woven through. "Classic love and devotion. But I added in white roses too—they symbolize new beginnings."

Hughie swallowed, nodding as he ran a finger over one of the petals, like he was committing the feeling to memory. "I like that."

"And these—" You tapped at the sprigs of yellow freesia. "Trust. Because I trust you, Hughie."

His gaze snapped up to meet yours, something raw and vulnerable flickering across his face.

For a long moment, he was quiet, staring at you like you had just handed him something far greater than a bouquet. Then, carefully, he lifted the flowers, inhaling the subtle scent.

"You put a lot of thought into this," he finally said, his voice thick with emotion.

You simply nodded. "Of course I did. I love you."

Homelander

Homelander stared at the bouquet in your hands, blue eyes narrowed slightly as though trying to decipher some hidden meaning behind the gift. You had expected this reaction, honestly. The world's most powerful man wasn’t exactly used to receiving anything that wasn’t out of fear or obligation.

"What is this?" he asked, voice laced with something unreadable. Curiosity? Wariness? A mix of both?

You smiled, stepping closer, presenting the flowers as though they were something sacred. "It’s for you. Each flower has a meaning."

He scoffed lightly but took them from you anyway, holding the bouquet like it was some strange, foreign thing. "Alright, enlighten me."

You traced a fingertip over the red roses nestled within. "Red roses—for love, passion."

His lips curled into a smirk, his usual bravado flashing for a second. "Well, that one makes sense."

You ignored him, moving on. "White lilies—for purity and new beginnings. I figured, no matter what people say, you could always have a fresh start."

His smirk faltered slightly.

"Blue delphiniums—for dignity and grace," you continued, eyes locking onto his. "Because no matter what, you always carry yourself like you own the world."

Homelander let out a small, breathy chuckle at that, though something in his expression softened.

Finally, you pointed to the sunflowers woven into the bouquet. "And these… well, they mean adoration and loyalty. Because no matter what happens, I’ll always stand by you."

For once, he was silent. The ever-boisterous, larger-than-life Homelander simply stood there, staring at the bouquet as if it held something more powerful than all his strength combined.

His fingers curled gently around the stems, his grip careful, almost reverent. "No one’s ever given me flowers before."

You reached out, brushing a hand over his. "Then I’m glad I could be the first."

His eyes met yours, something unreadable flickering through them. For a moment—just a moment—he looked almost human.

[trace-owo]

He is such a pouty little wet cat when being upset <3

Grrrr he'll fuck your wife!

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[patientlibrarian]

Thursday March 20 2025- Goran Thursday

👆 from gv-archive.com

Hello everyone, everywhere, hope your future days will be as you would wish them to be in these chaotic times.

I post every day, usually before 10am GMT (UK time) so please join me again. Find me on AO3 for all my stories.

[v1nsmoke]

i feel like too much time and effort went into this one, i fear

[starliteonearth]

You know Ghoulcy has become a very serious threat when antis are literally forgetting that their ship IS the main cannon ship. Because what do you mean you'll cry if Vaultknight doesn't become real?? They ARE real. Did we somehow slip into an alternate reality where they aren't canon? Like please be so serious right now 😭😭

[last-of-the-independents]

ANDREW ROBINSON as ELIM GARAK, Rene Auberjonois as Odo in DEEP SPACE NINE, S3.E20 - Improbable Cause (1995)

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - art by Paul Wenzel (1993)

[redroses07]

can you guys tell i’m hyper fixated on the boys?

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[teapetal44]

p2