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brokenrealitylooper · 1 month ago

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Flower and Snow

I found an old-ish idea (again) from a year or so back, about an alternate version of the pivotal events that started Weiss towards Roman in Tarnished silver. The short of it is that, in this other world, Neo went after Weiss instead of Ruby. And when RBY chased Neo down, Neo managed to kill Blake before Ruby and Yang killed her.

So Ruby and Yang grieve, but move on. Yang maybe settles down, maybe stays Huntressing for Beacon and maybe Menagerie until she's too old. Maybe becomes a professor at Beacon like Glynda or Port. Ruby does settle down eventually, and marries and has a daughter. I've never decided on who she marries, though I do enjoy Lancaster (when I can't have WhiteGold/WhiteKnight) so maybe she marries Jaune.

And Ruby names her daughter Spring Star, after the Spring Starflower which looks like a snowflake.

And when Spring is looking through her mother's things in the attic, she finds Myrternaster and a collection of photos. She goes to her mother, and Ruby talks about Weiss and her time in Beacon. And explains Weiss' symbol, and thus Spring's name.

So Spring takes up Myrternaster when she goes to Signal and later Beacon, and she makes a variation on Weiss' snowflake for her symbol. A red snowflake on a white jacket with gold trim; her mother's red, her name's shape, and her father's gold.

The snippet below is a bit of fun, imagining Weiss Schnee-Torchwick meeting Spring Star Rose in a world between, like she met the other versions of herself.

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Weiss opened her eyes to an empty park lit by the orange glow of sunset. It was only mildly surprising, after that odd dream months ago where she talked with other possible versions of herself.

"Where is everybody?"

The young voice drew her gaze to the side, where a young girl--beacon age, she would guess--stood with her back to her, and Weiss froze.

On the back of the girl's white bolero jacket was a rose red snowflake very similar to her old family crest. And at her hip was Myrternaster, only with more gold filigree and the angular hilt guards around the revolver chamber missing.

"A dream." she finally said, startling the girl into spinning around with a small scattering of red and yellow rose petals. Weiss blinked in confusion, almost feeling like the girl should look familiar.

"Who-" the girl paused, eyes widening as she stared at Weiss, before bolting over--followed by more red and gold, not yellow, rose petals--and speaking in a hushed whisper, "You're Weiss..."

"I- yes." Weiss blinked, even more confused by this odd and oddly familiar girl, "Who are you?"

"I'm Spring Star Rose!" the girl almost gushed, then gathered herself. Calmer, now, she moved to sit beside Weiss, "My mom named me for you."

And suddenly it all fit together. Wherever this girl was from, Weiss had died and Ruby--oh Ruby, I'm so sorry--had named her daughter for a flower that looked like her old crest.

When Weiss remained silent and wide-eyed, Spring continued gently, "I found your sword and some photos in the attic when I was getting ready to attend Signal. Mom told me about you, then. So I took your sword and symbol, to help remember you."

"That's... that's very kind of you, Spring." Weiss managed, breathing out the hurt of knowing there was a Ruby out there who lost her, "I'm glad Ruby was able to move on and live."

"She'd be glad to know you're here," Spring frowned at the empty, orange-lit park, "Wherever you are..."

"It's a place between. I- well, I have a story to give you." Weiss' sad smile made something in Spring flinch, echoes of her inherited Empathy whispering of Weiss' sorrow.

So Weiss told her a story, one very similar to the one Spring's mother had told her. Only in Weiss' story, it was Ruby and Aunt Yang who died. And Weiss had found Roman--who Spring had never heard of except from old articles or History Of Beacon--and had a family herself.

Finishing her story, Weiss slipped her own white bolero off and showed Spring the blue Rose on the back. The very same Rose her mother wore on her belt.

"What I left out is this. I wore your mother's Rose medallion on my hip for the rest of my life, and her symbol in blue on my back." Weiss slipped her jacket back on, "Your mother is my best friend. And I lucked out; I'm reliving those early years now, and I've saved her. I'm sorry you never got to really meet me in you world."

"It's okay." Spring smiled, leaning over to hug Weiss, "Maybe you aren't exactly her, but I still got to meet you, Aunt Weiss."

Warmth filled Weiss' chest as she returned the hug. She didn't know if "her" Ruby would ever settle down like Spring's mother, but she could hope, "I'm glad I got to meet you too. You take care of Myrternaster, alright? She's a good weapon."

"Don't worry," Spring laughed as the world slowly brightened, "Mom knows it almost as well as she does Crescent Rose, and she taught me."

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There, another silly drabble. If someone wants to use Spring Rose and the idea I gave above, please let me read your work. The only thing I'd ask is that you keep in mind Spring is very much like her mother (and her father, if you decide Ruby married Jaune) (You can ignore the Empathy ability I gave Ruby in Regrets and Love, and thus either not give it to Spring or have it be a thing Spring could do that Ruby couldn't.)

#rwby au #tarnished silver au #rwby #weiss schnee #Ruby Rose #rwbabies

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es46 · 9 months ago

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Gone in the Sky 3

- Third part and ending of the muse inspired by @queep1 - Two or three years? Elesa can't quite say. Her heart's adrift and the days don't matter. She still remembers that day, the burning shame of not telling her how she truly felt. It lurks in every dream, behind every thought. But Elesa thinks she's getting better. She works her shifts at the airport, handling baggage, pointedly never looking at the missing poster with her smiling face on it. She takes long walks and watches the airplanes come and go. She avoids the Celestial Tower. Elesa's socialising again. Burgh and the twins visit sometimes, spending evenings playing card games and eating junk food. They make her smile, make her laugh. It's closer to how she used to be. Sometimes Lacey visits, her phone full of photos of adorable Pokemon. Lacey makes Elesa smile, makes her laugh. She still has a contact in Kalos, a fairy fashion designer, and promises Lacey to introduce her at some point. She has tea with Miles sometimes. He knows what she's lost better than anyone, and Elesa won't deny he has it worse than her. It keeps Elesa grounded. Miles knows what it's like, waking up and seeing no news, clinging to memories, clawing for any guidance. Elesa takes comfort in the solidarity of grief. It's what she would have wanted, for Elesa to share her pain, to not shut herself away. Elesa thinks she's getting better. Until, one day, Miles says a single sentence that breaks her all over again. "I've decided that we'll have a funeral." The air rushes out of her lungs. Twisting. Tormented. She staggers back, unable to believe that he could do this. Elesa can't bear to imagine any notion that she was truly gone. Miles tries to explain but Elesa shoves past him, running for the fields. She collapses behind the hanger, her old gym, and cries until the sun has set. Elesa doesn't socialise again. She ignores her phone, any knocks at the door. She leaves the airport, takes a new job working a night shift at the fields where no-one would look for her. Deep down she knows it's destructive, but Elesa can't care. She had thought Miles understood, but now even he has abandoned her. All of them have abandoned her. When the day comes, Elesa goes to the Celestial Tower. Sat on the edge, she can see them in the distance by the airport, basked in the light of the setting sun. Of course they would have the coffin put to rest there. She had always loved the planes. Elesa looks down, sees the ground below. Perhaps, if she was brave enough to fly, just once, she would see her again... Suddenly terrified, Elesa scrambles away from the edge. Breathing deeply, she turns and stumbles towards the bell. Tears run down her cheeks as Elesa rests her forehead on the cold metal. "Please, just tell me what to do. I don't know what to do." The sun dips lower. The sky begins to darken. Elesa pushes the bell again, but it doesn't ring. Bewilderment befuddles her grief. She shoves it, and still there is no ring. The bell was said to soothe the spirits. Elesa supposes it is quiet because her spirit is beyond soothing. There is no hope now. She is gone. She was always gone and Elesa never saw past her own guilt. Elesa sinks to her knees and cries. She thought she was getting better, but it was only to break harder- "Don't cry, Elesa." Time stills. Elesa slowly turns. A woman is stood at the altar's stairway, dressed in grey, a strange symbol on the chest. Her red hair is dirty, her outfit frayed, but the light in her blue eyes is radiant. The woman smiles, wracked with emotion, as beautiful as the last day Elesa saw her. "Surely... you'll forgive me for taking so long?" There's a thousand things Elesa should say. A hundred things she should do. Yet, what else would be more fitting? "Y-You don't have to call me Shirley, Skyla." Skyla laughs, cries, and when Elesa rushes to embrace her, she feels the warmth and comfort that proves she is real. As the sun sets, the two stayatop the tower, lost in their embrace. The bell quietly rings.

#pokemon #airplaneshipping #skyla #gym leader elesa #elesa #pokemon elesa #pokemon skyla #gym leader skyla #pokemon black and white #pokemon gym leader #gym leader burgh #burgh #pokemon burgh #pokemon lacey

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theressomethinghappeninginparis · 2 years ago

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It's been a while. I've been down with a cold and had more reasons not to leave the house. I made a wall- okay, don't call me silly. But I figured it was easier to recollect my thoughts after putting everything with sticky notes on a wall and organizing it.

Until today I haven't gotten a letter for trespassing and have high hopes it won't come. Even if it comes, it will be a nice distraction from what I saw in Werner's appartment. I took photos, yet it was pretty dark. Only the moon and my torch lit a few spaces. Here's what I found:

Transcript of the first page:

When you get into the narrow hallway you'll turn right and then you get into a gigantic room that is a living room, a study room and a kitchen. It is filled with antique stuff, most things I have never seen. The window was smashed and the glass was spread on the floor, there was still dried blood on the wooden planks.

Transcript of the second page:

Texts and words in an angelic font are on the wall, I think it has to be blood. The big symbol in the middle of the wall still has drippings on it.

Transcript of the third page:

More text. Note how big it was written and how high. There weren't shoeprints on the couch so did the Monstrum bring a ladder? Or is he simply really tall?

Transcript of the fourth page:

This is the thing on the wall. I shone my light at it and I wish I hadn't, it looks way too disturbing- it was made in blood. It was painted with liquid blod since it was dripping. I couldn't see whether it was done by finger or hand or with a brush. I have never seen this symbol anywhere and I should run it through thw library's pcs.

Transcript of the fifth page:

Werner's pc was unlocked, there was only a screensaver. I guess the police had already taken it with them and brought it back or, more likely, they haven't taken it in since Werner has nothing but his emails and a browser on his pc. Anything else is printed out and spread around his house.

He also has rooms further into the house, he lived in a maisonette apartment. Above is his bedroom and a small study room alongside with a bathroom. I saw some books on Nephilim on a desk and in his shelves.

Transcript of the sixth page:

Here I have printed out the two emails that were open in the mail account. One is by Werner to Carvier. I have more questions after reading through the mails.

Werner mentions a "Sanglyph" yet doesn't explain what it is. I hope there's information in books or somewhere.

A guy named Eckhardt is mentioned here and apparently he lived, and was killed by the LV.

The Lux Veritatis killed him, so he can't live until today. I found his name mentioned in several sources yet they never claimed he was murdered. I should check on him since Werner finds him important it seems.

Werner mentioned Vasiley, and I also have a letter that is by him.

What are "Obscura Engravings"? They have to be conncected to someone or something right?

Why would you want to x-ray paintings? There has to be something inside of them that can be spotted this way. Metal can be as far as i know, and bones,...

Transcript of the seventh page:

This one is a mail that Carvier has gotten from a man called Mathias Vasiley. Werner has the mail too, I think Carvier just talked to Vasiley first and then forwarded it to him.

The contents are from an art gallery in Prague. It includes their adress as well. I have even more questions now and perhaps someone can answer them? I wonder if there's someone with a tip or a clue or anything...please, if you know something, write me anonymously.

I will contact the gallery and keep on pretending I'm an art student.

Mathias mentions that the engravings are paintings as well. Paintings of paintings that is. Why would you not take a photo?

Random monastery somewhere in Spain. very good location, much clue, such information

Since there are five paintings it could mean these are theengravings, or they are the metioned paintings of paintings. Or what is it?

You can tell there is so much information and I still feel bad about breaking into Werner's place. I don't even know him. I just randomly stumbled upon...his friend and his murder.

I need to get deeper into this. My search for the castle still hasn't brought up anything. I want to look for everything at once and I think I might need more hands for that work. I'll get some sleep and hopefully get well soon to figure out what the hell is going on.

#tomb raider angel of darkness #traod #classic tr #tomb raider #angel of darkness #journal #aod #lara craft #tomb raider series

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sugusat0us · 1 year ago

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aftersome \\ g. satoru

synopsis : in which you, a self-proclaimed poet, and gojo satoru, a renowned photographer, cross paths. little did you know he'd leave just as quick as he came. to cope, you write him letters he might not ever receive.

wc ≈ 2k

content : manga spoilers, written from readers pov, implied fem reader, modern!au, no curses!au, mentions of blood and a lifeless body, hurt no comfort, angst, lots of figurative analogies, open-ended ending

notes : hbd gojo satoru. . . this was very spontaneously written and i might look back at it in a months time and take it down (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) take this while i run away ahhhhh

i remember the first time i saw you, standing among the cherry blossoms with your camera in hand. you appeared so serene, but there was a cloud of mystery that hung over you.

it was as if you were trapped, just like the blossoms themselves. i couldn't help but think that you were also meant to be a flower, but something was holding you back.

if only i had done something sooner, perhaps things would have turned out differently. i can't help but feel responsible for what happened.

you have filled my lungs with the same blossoms that seemed to consume you. i wonder if you ever wanted to be a blossom yourself.

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i have always envied your ability to find beauty in everything.

i remember one time we had planned a picnic, but a rain shower suddenly came over us. i was upset because i had been looking forward to the supposedly sunny day. but, you just looked at me and smiled, saying, "let's dance in the rain."

and so, we did. people around us thought we were crazy, but i was too busy admiring how beautiful you looked to care.

i even asked you what your favorite flower was, and you replied,

"tulips. white tulips."

i remember looking up their meaning and discovering that white tulips symbolize forgiveness.

i couldn't help but wonder, on that rainy july afternoon, were you trying to hint at what was going to happen on that cold, cold december night?

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after meeting you, i discovered so many things about myself.

the only real reason why i became interested in poetry was so that every time you took a photo, a poem would go along with it.

sooner or later, you became one of the world's best photographers and i became a somewhat "known" poet.

did you know that i hated the spotlight?

i hated people wanting to be friends with us just so they could get attention.

but i never blamed you for any of it.

i never blamed you for anything, 'toru.

every time you won an award, my biggest reward was seeing that crooked smile of yours spread across your face when you’d lock eyes with me in the crowd.

thank you.

after i met you, i started to see the beauty in everything - in my eyes, in my scars, and in myself.

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the first time i saw you angry was on a strangely quiet september night.

you were upset because i hadn't shown up to one of your award shows.

i tried to explain, but you just kept arguing with me. i sat there, staring blankly at seemingly nothing.

the one thing i wish you did was listen.

it wasn't until the next day, our first anniversary, that you realized the significance of the date.

our anniversary. the beginning of an indescribable relationship.

looking back, i realize that our relationship wasn't always filled with smiles. it was too perfect, almost unreal. i was the one who made it seem that way.

if i were to describe our relationship like a poet, i would say that i tried to grow a flower in a world that was painted to be perfect.

but now, i see that i didn't water that seed enough for it to bloom beautifully.

if i were to write that poem again, i would make sure to give that seed the care and attention it needed to flourish.

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you and i once discussed our shared interests in photography and poetry, but we also talked about other things we enjoyed.

one of those things was gardening, which i have always been fond of because of my grandmother.

do you remember what we decided to do? we decided to start a garden in the middle of fall, thanks to your own accord.

i knew that the plants wouldn't have enough time to fully grow, but seeing you happy made it all worth it.

your button-like nose and chubby, dimpled cheeks would turn red as the cold air would tickle them, and they became even rosier when i would call you “handsome.”

but, i can't seem to forget the moment when your bloodied frame resembled the color of your cheeks and nose, ruining what could have been a beautiful photo.

you would always brush off my concerns with a simple "i’ll be okay," but i knew deep down that you wouldn’t.

i just couldn't believe that you were in danger, with your once rosy cheeks now flushed grey.

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you.

you always were on my mind.

you were like a never-ending day dream, love. a dream i hoped would never end.

but, with every night's rest, comes a morning rise.

when i first had seen you, i didn’t know what i was looking for in life. i didn’t even know if i was even looking.

but, i now realize that it was you.

you and only you.

your eyes held the power of destruction and healing.

only masterpieces can make such things possible.

you were truly a masterpiece.

my masterpiece.

please, just come back.

☆*:.｡.

it’s been getting bad.

i keep forgetting that you don't live in your old apartment, and the new residents keep reminding me that you no longer reside there, their expressions filled with sadness.

it's only getting worse. i pity myself a lot these days.

the last image i have of you is in our shared bedroom,

tears staining your beautiful, rosy cheeks.

but instead of looking like a beautiful flower, you resembled an array of colors painted with agony.

i can't express how much i long to say your name, kiss your lips, and for you to see me again.

but i doubt you wanted the same.

for fuck’s sake, you were the one who called it quits!

you were the one who died!

i find myself getting less and less sleep every day, and when i do, you're always in my dreams.

and for once, i hate it.

could i have changed your fate?

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i can't take it anymore.

i can't leave my desk or the sheets that still smell like you.

i hate seeing the sunlight pass through my blinds, hearing kids laugh, and hearing the birds chirp.

stop

stop stop

STOP!

every time i try to write, it always ends up with me screaming and sobbing, being mad at you. at myself. at god.

why’d you have to go? why’d you not stay when i begged you to? you’re so selfish!

you could've still been here!

the hands that used to hold you when you were cold are now up in flames. i can't take it.

i ripped up my poems and threw away your beloved photos.

i feel like a shell of myself.

☆*:.｡.

i hope you can hear me up there.

my poems will always be in my journal, on top of the left side of our bookshelf.

your photos will always be under the bed, in that one box we'd use when we'd pick apples.

our playlists will always be on those tattered CDs in your black impala 64, and our hoodies will always be in the closet.

just in case you come down from "partying with the angels," as you liked to put it, they will always be here.

i mean, at the end of the day, blossoms don't always bloom and july nights aren't always happy.

with lots of love,

tags : @yunymphs

#angst ☆#jjk fluff #gojo fluff #jjk angst #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen angst

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ellmeria · 2 years ago

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Hello! Can you help explain what sextiles do in a chart? Trines help in the easy energy flow but I can't understand sextiles when I am reading my chart eg. Mars sextile Venus??

Hello! Thank you so much for asking! I understand your struggles because trines and sextiles can be tough to distinguish from one another. I got you. 🤍 Also, you may head directly to the “interpretation�� part if you wish!

˚ * 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞?

Disclaimer: I am not a professional. The following information is based on what I have read and understood.

: ̗̀➛ 𝗜. 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

For starters, Trine and Sextile, along with Conjunction, Square, and Opposition, are five major planetary aspects in Astrology. Trines and Sextiles are considered soft or easy aspects, while Squares and Oppositions are referred to as hard or harsh aspects. Conjunctions are seen as neutral, depending on the planets involved.

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 Δ

A trine is formed when the two planets are 120° apart. Usually, it is seen between planets with the same elements: Fire-Fire, Earth-Earth, Air-Air, Water-Water. It also tends to be four signs apart. For this aspect, an orb until 8 degrees can be considered (a wide orb), but more prominent with 5 degrees below.

Example: Sun at 2 degrees Aries (Fire) could trine the Moon at 4 degrees Leo (Fire)

Note: Trines do not only occur between planets with the same elements. Because they depend on degree, there are instances where two planets with different elements form a trine. For example, Sun at 29 degrees Aries (Fire) could form a trine with Mars at 3 degrees Virgo (Earth). It may happen because, during this time, Sun is close to transiting Taurus, which is an Earth sign.

Symbol: Δ

Keywords: Natural, Comfortable, Harmony, Luck, Ease

— A trine is considered the most prosperous aspect. It indicates a harmonious, tranquil flow. It can be compared to the river waters: flowing continuously at ease. It is innate and effortless. You will feel it quite strongly because things often come easily to you. It grants you natural talents and skills that require almost no effort. Some astrologers claim that it is the reward you earned in your past life. In this aspect, two planets are on the same page because they are (usually) in the same elements. They are gravitating toward the same objective. Besides, trines also carry a great deal of luck. They bring fortune to the native. It is truly favorable as the two planets are working in harmony. However, trines, like any other thing, have their fair share of disadvantages. Natives with this aspect are more prone to being idle in achieving their ambitions. They tend to rely too much on the aspect's power and the “luck” it brings that they do not bother enhancing their skills further.

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𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲 ✱

A sextile is formed when the two planets are 60° apart. It is commonly seen between elements: Fire-Air (or vice versa) and Earth-Water (or vice versa). It also tends to be two signs apart. For this aspect, an orb until 8 degrees can be considered (a wide orb), but more prominent with 5 degrees below.

Example: Mercury at 3 degrees Taurus (Earth) could sextile the Venus at 6 degrees Cancer (Water)

Note: Sextiles do not only occur between Fire-Air (or vice versa) and Earth-Water (or vice-versa). For example, Venus at 28 degrees Scorpio (Water) could form a sextile with Mars at 2 degrees Aquarius (Air). It may happen because, during this time, Venus is close to transiting Sagittarius, which is a Fire sign.

Symbol: ✱

Keywords: Opportunity, Attraction, Skill, Ease

— A sextile emphasizes yin/yang. It opens a door of opportunities for the individual. It is likened to the trine, but less powerful. Some sources even consider it as an intermediate major/minor aspect. In this aspect, the talents and gifts are not felt naturally because sextiles are not action-oriented. The native must acknowledge the opportunities given by this aspect to fully revel in its benefits. It is the main difference between the two. While the trines will deliver everything in front of you, the sextile will wait on you to get them yourself. They will not activate on their own. Therefore, the native must exert effort if they do not wish for the chances to slip between their fingers. This aspect has the potential to be as strong as the trine if there are harsh aspects in the chart or if the native puts conscious work to harness their skills. The native must have enough motivation with them to develop the gifts of sextiles.

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To summarize:

Trine - 120° apart; does not require the conscious effort of the native; Δ

Sextile - 60° apart; requires the conscious effort of the native; ✱

Both deliver ease, harmony, and skills, with the trine being more powerful traditionally.

: ̗̀➛ 𝗜𝗜. 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

In interpreting any aspect, we must consider the planets, signs, houses, and even degrees to provide more precise and accurate insights. But with the placements you have mentioned, we need to define the planets involved first.

Below is a quick rundown of what each planet means in Astrology:

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In your example, the planet of love, romance, and values (Venus) is harmoniously aspecting the planet of drive, sexuality, and desire (Mars). Now, it is crucial to note that we must look at the positive connotations of each planet involved to see where they can blend and yield beneficial results.

I'll be providing brief interpretations of the two aspects for you to see the difference.

The following interpretations are not guaranteed as we have to look at the signs and houses to determine the main focus of the trine in a chart.

𝗩𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘀

— The trine's keywords are innate, effortless, and natural. That said, this aspect indicates that the native has an effortless (Trine) appeal and charisma (Venus and Mars mix). Despite that, this charisma they possess does not appear too overbearing to others because the soft planet Venus is balancing it out. Also, creating (Mars) something beautiful and creative (Venus) comes naturally (Trine) to them. They have a talent for artistic fields and gain luck (Trine) from doing them. Also, these people are natural romantics.

𝗩𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘀

— The sextile's keywords are opportunities, skill, and attraction. That said, this native has the ability (Sextile) to exude an irresistible charm (Venus and Mars mix) that draws people's attention. They are driven (Mars) to excel in creative fields (Venus) and may have a lot of potential (Sextile) when it comes to them. These people make (Sextile) for passionate (Mars) lovers (Venus) who value loyalty and commitment.

Note: Most of the time, the interpretations for the two aspects are almost the same. If that's the case, always refer back to the keywords to determine their differences.

Side note: I am not confident with my ability (or the lack thereof) to explain well, but I hope this post helps you somehow. Thank you so much for asking! Have a lovely day/night! 🤎

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#🌿: ria answers #🌿: astro ria #astrology #astrology observations #astrology notes #astro observations #trine #sextile #venus trine mars #venus sextile mars

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justalost4girl · 3 years ago

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" If anything can go wrong, it will."

Good night!! (Here it's still night :p )

A few weeks ago I said I would do a oneshot Lorraine Broughton x F! Reader, but it got too big so I decided to follow the initial idea and turn it into a mini series. I have two chapters written and I'm going to post them here and in Ao3, I think there will be 3 or 4 chapters in total, but I'm not sure yet.

English is not my first language, so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!!

warnings: mention of violence, R cursing, forgery of documents (?)

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1989

Berlin, East Side

You feel in your bones, when you wake up, the consequences of last night and think that the famous Murphy's Law decided to test you. On this side of the wall few things go right, but having an order in your head two days after joining STASI's wanted list proves that nothing is so bad it can't get any worse. Courtesy of a dumb customer who messed with the wrong people and thought revealing where you find your customers would be enough information to escape death. The Local Gang (or Angels, as they call themselves) loves to eliminate competition from the market.

Now he's dead and you have to deal with the STASI AND the Local Gang (you refuse to call them Angels).

The local fucking gang that sent a team of idiots to break into your favorite bar and made you run out the back door before meeting a customer who was going to pay well. The local fucking gang who must be pissed that you shot the six dumbest members you've ever had to face in your life. No really fatal shots, but of course that won't matter as they do business with the KGB.

Sometimes you want to ignore the rules you've made for yourself, especially "never kill someone unless it's in defense of yourself or someone you love", but you think killing six agents who don't have the ability to set up an ambush of success would be a great waste of bullets. Now you know you're going to have to leave town soon and you have no idea how to break the news to your brother/partner, how do you honorably abandon a war before it's over?

Damn Murphy's Law

You know you need to sort this out, but you refuse to stay in bed crying over what's already written and decide to leave the wonderful Egyptian linen sheets you got from your favorite client last month to face the world and it's impossible to face the world without a good amount of coffee. After a quick shower with a cup of Blue Mountain in hand, your newest addiction, you sit in a robe in a nice armchair, look out the window at dying Berlin and thank heaven for the comfortable life you've earned by working with one of the greatest smugglers on this side of the wall, perhaps from all over Germany. Some desperate customers offer you valuable items from them in exchange for passports and unlike your idiot “brother”, you don't have a rule about only receiving cash. Almost everything here comes from gifts, from the sofa, pictures, bags, clothes and even some books on your shelf. You don't even remember buying that cup, or the coffee set, for gods' sake.

If he saw you now he'd complain about being soft with customers and say something about how items aren't a bargaining chip in the real world, you'd get into a tiresome discussion about enjoying the finer things in life and how bills don't compare in the importance of yours. silver chain with moon pendant that was once an amulet for more than three generations for a French family.

At the end of the day, Merkel has a large information network and an office that takes up half the block, where she keeps as much money as she has secrets, and you have a house decorated by other people where each object symbolizes someone you've helped.

Four walls don't make a house

The thought takes away some of the almost peace you feel and you decide to finish your coffee before it gets cold.

After a quick glance at the calendar you remember about the march that will take place in Alexanderplatz square and decide to go scream for Germany one last time, hopefully you'll be able to hide long enough to see the fall of the damn wall that divides this country. It's not your country, not really, you don't even like to remember how you got here, but the experiences you gained wouldn't be exchanged for anything, not even for an original Van Gogh. Also, Merkel asked you to go and bring a black umbrella, the reason was not explained and you didn't feel like asking, sometimes you think Gordon Merkel is not his name, but how to judge the man who is your only family in this end of the world? You smile when you remember that he shouldn't have an umbrella with a story as cool as his and decide to piss him off for it.

Your phone rings, and you notice you've lost track of time. Merkel was helping a blonde woman named L, he didn't give you more details other than a few stories about how she was a perfect and dangerous assassin that you should keep your distance, as few people know how to deal with her. You thought he overreacted, but you had to take over some business from him while she was in town. She seemed important considering the way he told you about her and you knew better than to deny help to the person who always supported you and declared himself a brother, you trusted him because not even the best agent in the world could fake so much sincerity and affection in claiming this title for himself.

You reach out, pick up the phone, and decide to answer it. “Hey little sister, how are you out there? I called to say that everything is fine for dinner today, but there was a mishap and the wine ran out, bring the best Bordeaux you have, I'll return the courtesy as soon as possible." A code, of course.

He needs your services ASAP. Wine is a passport, Bordeaux means two elements, courtesy involves a child.

You can combine business with pleasure "Hi brother. I'm looking forward to today, I'll take the best wine I have, don't worry. I already know how you can thank me. I need to clean the house and go to the office first, but I'll be there on time. wait for me." you say in a voice that oozes normalcy, you never know when someone's listening on the phone especially now that you're a fugitive, disgraced customer. Your body sinks into the armchair noticing the oncoming cloud of worry

Merkel now knows you need his help, as cleaning the house means getting away and going to the office shows you're in a hurry.

"Alright, do you want me to send the driver?" He asks like he's not freaking out and offering the bloody job of one of his mercenaries

“No, bro, thanks, I know the way.” You say as if you really have an escape plan besides getting a fake passport, emergency backpack and all the money you can find.

“See you later, don't forget the wine. Are you sure you don't want the driver?" You wonder if he has forgotten that knowing the way literally means everything is fine

“Relax, see you later” It takes a few seconds for him to hang up and you can hear his sigh.

He will be SO pissed.

You put the phone down as you get up to gather the passport forgery materials and put them in a briefcase. Your cookbook is already there along with some banknotes from different countries. As you pick up the black backpack of standard clothes and accessories that always waited for you in the corner of the door, you decide to wear the first jacket you bought, the dark blue jeans, the combat boots you got from a skinhead, the wristwatch you bought. you got for your brother's birthday, thick leather gloves and a thin white shirt that matches the rest of your outfit. After all, if you can die when you open the door, then die well dressed. Be sure to keep the Colt 1911 around your waist and the Russian dagger around your ankle, after yesterday you never know, Your pocket watch with the coat of arms of the Brazilian imperial family indicates that 15 minutes have passed since Merkel's phone call

You take one last look at the house you've been so proud of in recent years, snap a photo with the Polaroid you've won, and, with a bittersweet smile, close the door. One day when the wall comes down, the government changes and your face is forgotten, you can come back here, until then you will have to make do with the photo album you keep in your backpack and this photo.

Putting on your sunglasses, you arrive on the street and decide to take a taxi on the other corner, make sure you look around before leaving your home, no one knows your address, but you can't be sure the local gang is so stupid to the point of not following you after last night.

Getting a taxi was relatively easy. Neil, the driver, thanks to the boots, mistook you for a revolutionary and talked for 10 minutes about how he hoped he could take down the wall with his bare hands, you thought it was cool, but as you passed the big river that was just a few blocks away from the your brother's office, you couldn't hear a word from him.

A sign signaling that the river was closed to visitors made your eyes fill with tears. You used to go there when the day was bad, spread a blanket in a corner and watch the stars, or just laugh at the distinct reflection the water made of the moon and stars. Merkel accompanied you on anniversaries, justifying them as bonding experiences. After some freaks started swimming in the river and executions increased, STASI took over and you replaced the dark water for the restaurant's bright lights. But seeing it tightly closed gave him a feeling of anguish and rancor. You would silently curse the wall builders for the rest of the trip.

Neil seemed to notice but didn't comment on it, you thanked him, wiped your tears and left a good tip as you descended a block away from your final destination. This time you didn't need to look around because even though Merkel was super busy, he made sure to leave some security close to where your landing place was.

A tall man dressed in a red T-shirt approached you and hugged you as if he hadn't seen you in a long time. You've known him since the beginning of last year, when he arrived at Merkel's office begging for a job, and from the first moment the way he turned grief over his brother's death into a thirst for revolution made you admire the young man. The two of you walked through the great gate hand in hand as you asked about his life with genuine interest, and Klaus increasingly believed in Merkel's theory about you having such a pure heart that you didn't care about motivation or the number of lives they took, your explanation of the judgment not being your responsibility, crossed the man's head before he escorted you to the main office.

You thanked him with a smile, opened the door and stood in front of the table in the windowless room, where your brother was already waiting for you.

"What the hell happened? Are you okay? I was about to send J to get you, please tell me what happened"—he said hurriedly as he got up and pointed at the couch for you to sit on. J was one of the most dangerous women in the building and you were grateful for not wasting her time.

Putting your backpack and umbrella aside, you answered:

"I'll explain later, little brother, now let me help you. You need passports urgently, don't you?" Yes, you were stalling and postponing the conversation. He'd call you an idiot for going out on the street right after you got on the wanted list, and he'd feel guilty when he found out why you didn't tell him. Merkel wasn't going to understand that her fear of failing him was no one's fault but yourself.

Your sentence seemed to give him some responsibility back, but still, as he held out a glass of water for you, his eyes met yours with a glint that warned that this conversation was far from over.

"Yeah, I really do, but don't think I'm going to forget about it. Let's talk when this is all over. Even if it's the last thing I do today."

You accepted the glass with a bit of trepidation and stood up towards the large center table while opening the briefcase with the supplies you were going to need, if Merkel noticed the bills he didn't say anything. Once at the table, you made two passports for mother and daughter in record time. According to the clock, 10 minutes passed, faster than a car, this deserves a celebration. It would have been six if Merkel hadn't been so curious to make you waste time pulling your watch out of your pocket just for him to analyze.

Everything was going well and there was only one last detail for mother and daughter to be taken by one Percival to the other side of the wall. Percival, according to Merkel, was strange and fickle. Unreliable and extremely dangerous, you should also keep your distance from him, as this man had crucial contacts on both sides of the wall.

"He must have fewer contacts than you", you would answer

If a loud noise didn't break the silence

The annoying noise of the door creaking made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you almost missed the last signature, it made your body vibrate with irritation and your eyes follow to the offensive source of the sound. A tall man with short hair and blue eyes was holding the doorknob with a military posture and before you could release your anger and explain something about how people shouldn't be violent inside Merkel's office you noticed he was accompanied by a woman.

AND WHAT A WOMAN!

Your eyes connected to a pair of fierce, intent green eyes, surrounded by a pale skin tone and hair so blond it looked like snow. The barely perceptible frown showed she was surprised to find someone other than Merkel there, yet she looked ready for a battle. You looked into her eyes again and nodded in acknowledgment, this must be L, the woman he was talking about.

She looked at you suspiciously, but also as if she could see into your soul, and what must have been frightening, you found endearing. A few stories of murders orchestrated by her crossed your mind, but all you could imagine is how beautiful she must be when she's mad.

They say green eyes darken when we're high on adrenaline, does that happen to her?

Her analysis of the intriguing blonde ends when she notices that the man accompanying her has raised his voice and from his furious expression, it's not the first time he's repeated the question. You interrupt him before you hear him and make sure to direct the ghost of anger before him:

"Have you lost your mind? Who walks into the office without knocking? Surely you should be here asking about passports, but if it weren't for my experience and steady hands, they would be in the trash by now. Learn to be civilized. You're under two paws not four, so act human and not animal" you say in an explosive but articulate tone to make sure he understands what you say. Sometimes when you speak fast, you are betrayed by faulty diction. Not today. Today you want this man to feel every fiber of irritation that went through his body.

Hearing Merkel holding a nervous laugh, you try to relax, but judging by the cold, almost murderous look of the man in the doorway, you've definitely gotten yourself in trouble. Looking at the organized clothes, you notice it's an old police uniform, probably taken by your brother, and unless Merkel has hired new employees, you've never seen it around here. His eyes snap back to his and something inside you warns that this must be Percival. He probably wants to kill you.

Damn Murphy's Law

A brief silence settles in the room and you shake off the fear and turn away, refusing to play the glaring game with a man who almost spoils your art. On other days you might look at him at a party, but today you want to make him swallow the ink on the stamp in his hands and invite the blonde to dinner

And it's her voice that breaks the silence.

You're flipping through the two passports for failures when she says

"Sorry, miss. My friend is an unprecedented idiot. Shall I close the door and knock again? Perhaps your highness too--"

You turn her body towards her when you hear the slightest hint of irony in her tone and interrupt her with a fake smile as you look into her eyes.

"It's not necessary, I accept your apology, Miss. I always said that Merkel should have someone armed at the door to remind everyone of the need to knock on the door. Anyone who didn't knock would lose his mind as the law of my reign says. Perhaps I should start. for him, since the top head is the last thing he wears lately" you joke look at Merkel who doesn't seem offended by the statement, shrugging you look at those blue eyes again and say "the passports are ready. Let's get out of here."

You close the passports, reach for your backpack and umbrella and start moving towards the door, both agents let you lead the way and judging by the blonde's expression, she's not used to being interrupted, nor is she used to seeing someone talking like that with Merkel, but today it was acceptable. You really think she's adorable, but you know better than to let someone make fun of you, especially in front of your brother who wouldn't let you forget about it. Either she doesn't care, or she's a great actress. Anyway, that idiot is still by her side and you refuse to be the reason for his possible laugh.

Her friend probably didn't have the same acting classes and his resemblance to the local gang members, like he's going to kill you in the blink of an eye in a cowardly way, is almost frightening. If Merkel hadn't said L is a woman, you'd be scared. It makes you shiver a little and look for Merkel, but he's not following you. Looking over his shoulder you see him putting a few more piles of dollars and euros into your briefcase. With a snap of your fingers you get his attention and before you walk out the door, you hear the briefcase click closing.

Once out of the room, you look around and realize that nothing has really changed, all faces are familiar, except for three people: a couple talking to a child. After a brief analysis you find yourself facing the passport clients, mother and daughter. The man doesn't look older than 60 and has kind eyes, almost as if he doesn't live on this side of the wall.

They don't seem to notice you

Your observation is interrupted by Merkel's loud, proud voice, right behind you. Here it comes

"This is Elizabeth Loyd and Percival, two trusted clients. Elizabeth and Percival, this is my little sister, she will be on the march today, if you need anything in the future you can talk to her."

Hearing her name, you notice that Merkel really wasn't creative at all. Who would use the initial letter of a surname as a symbol? Anyone who heard the stories about L and met a loyde who knows a Merkel would make the connection. As you turn around, you swallow your nervousness and try to put on your best smile as you say your name to them. The blonde woman who finally has a name, Elizabeth, leans closer, her eyes never leaving yours, and you wonder if she can feel the jumble of emotions that is unraveling inside you.

She smiles a smile that makes you sure she does and reaches out and greets you with a firm grip, if she noticed the sweat on your hands, she didn't let on. She also looks a little more comfortable.

Maybe because she noticed you said her real name, idiot.

You hate yourself for one second and the next you want to be without gloves because it feels soft and warm.

The man, Percival, comes next and looks at you suspiciously and the smile fades from your face, you wonder if no one else can smell the strong smell he gives off, a smell of cheap whiskey and arrogance. Still, he holds out his hand and this time you thank the gods for the gloves. Make sure you don't bow your head or fail in your posture. He still looks at you like you killed his son. Useless even to pretend, for God's sake.

Merkel watches the exchange from afar and nods to Elizabeth, she responds and Percival walks away looking uneasy. You look around uncomprehendingly, feel a little left out, and wonder which computer must have Tetris installed.

You would kill for a distraction right now.

Going out on the street in a crowded march while being chased by two groups still makes you sick.

Your brother approaches and extends his hands around you. You've missed him for the past few weeks. He still wears the perfume you gave him for his birthday and it makes you sink deeper into the hug. You know he's going to be mad when he finds out what happened so you enjoy as much affection as you can

"Little sister, in addition to our conversation I need to tell you something" his voice is low in tone and you doubt you would understand the words if you weren't so close to him "but I can't do that until the march is over. Meet me at usual table at the restaurant where we celebrate our achievements, It's very important"

His even low voice is charged with strong emotion and you are genuinely worried, Merkel has never been like this before.

"I'll do it, brother, I promise. Whatever it is, we can work it out together" you say with all the certainty you can muster in your voice, because you need him to understand that this is true.

You feel eyes on you and as you look up you notice that Elizabeth keeps an eye on your exchange with Merkel while talking to the little girl's father, from the distance she probably can't understand anything and you don't know if she celebrates or cares with so much attention received. A little further away is a Percival who pretends to be busy with the coat he's wearing. He also pays attention to your exchange, but his talent for discretion is as effective as his ability to open doors.

Your eyes return to the concentrated blue eyes that are in front of you and Merkel speaks in an almost inaudible way:

"When I whistle, I need you to raise your open umbrella and stay alert. The three people we're going to cross are very important, nothing can go wrong. But if it does, I'll be at the restaurant, whatever happens find me there."

Noticing the proximity of Percival and Elizabeth, you place your hand on your brother's shoulder and smile as you speak a little louder:

"Don't worry man, it's always a pleasure to help you. I'll leave my briefcase here, then meet you to get it. Good march."

Merkel shows that she understands his strange move and smiles, you greet some friends of his that you haven't seen in a while and as you head towards the exit, you meet a pair of deep green eyes. Elizabeth is gleaming in the cold lights that are refracted by the mosaic of the gate, she looks into your eyes, ever alert, looks at the object in your hands and nods her head with a half smile, do you think the guard's idea black rain was hers.

As you wave back, you can feel that a pair of eyes haven't left your back since the moment of your brother's embrace, as the old man is saying goodbye to the family, you know who they belong to and decide not to look for them. If the STASI, KGB or local gang find you, he doesn't own the pair of eyes you want to remember before you die.

Taking a deep breath, you walk through the gate and blend into the crowd.

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After leaving Merkel's office block, you take a hat out of your backpack and wear your sunglasses as you look around, not that a local gang member is here but because if he sees you in disguise he will ask a series of questions and he has enough problems already, plus STASI must be monitoring this area and the last thing you want is to be arrested. You decide to tuck your coat into your backpack to change your look, and while internally debating your ability to ignore the cold, your eyes catch the almost snowy blond hair in the crowd.

This signals that they are already on the march and you decide to get a little closer to them, but make sure you do this without drawing attention to yourself since the nasty man is still there. Elizabeth is on your diagonal absorbing all the extraneous details that might be a possible threat, she seems so focused on the job of passing the owner's gentle eyes in a safe way that it makes you wonder how important he is and if she's noticed you.

A few meters later a familiar noise floats through the march and you open the umbrella almost instantly, as do other protesters.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Percival taking the man's family across and sometime later Elizabeth does the same. You notice that her posture has changed and when she decides to stop for a better look, the crowd drags her and you can no longer locate her.

Her feet continue forward and as some signs are raised by the protesters, you try to find your brother. Unsuccessfully. You decide to trust their ability and hope that you can meet him again at the restaurant.

You also want Elizabeth to be okay.

Continuing on the march, after two or three long blocks you notice the familiar silhouette of one of the STASI bosses, he is watching the crowd as if looking for someone, but he doesn't seem to notice you. You notice observers on top of buildings and decide to leave the streets. Whether it's the Local Gang, KGB or STASI itself you don't know and decide you don't want to know.

Your brain tries to design routes to escape and your body mimics the movements of the closest protesters so as not to draw attention to you, but when some agents in black point in your direction and make space in the crowd, you run between people to seek shelter in somewhere you know and at every step you are sure that the day will be worse than you thought.

Damn Murphy's Law

#lorraine broughton x reader #lorraine broughton #atomic blonde #charlize theron

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amive2567 · 4 years ago

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Flower crown headcanons

Characters: Mina Ashido, Katsuki Bakugou, Shouto Todoroki, Izuku Midoryia, Momo Yaoyorozu

Warning: flowers, fluff, mention of blood (because of roses), swearing (because of Bakugou), might be OOC, not really proofread

Disclaimer: My Hero Academia and the characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

Summary: Making flower crowns with them.

Quirk: not mentioned

A/N: It's my first time that I write headcanons. I hope you will enjoy it. The reader is in a developed relationship with them. The reader is gender neutral.

Masterlist

Mina Ashido:

If you suggest making each other flower crowns, she is totally up for it

Despite you suggested it, she'll drag you out of the dorms to going to pick flowers

The two of you end up on a large flower field

Since she is a stylish icon, she knows which color will suit you and your personality.

Will search for perfect flowers that match with your outfit that you are wearing

She puts her whole heart into the crown

will use geberas to symbolize that you make everything more beautiful

also a big fan of primroses (Idk why, but I feel like she would like them)

If she gives you the finished flower crown and you put it on, she will definitely shoot thousands of pictures. To use the best (you smiling brightly) as a background

every time she will look at the picture, her heart swells up with love

She will remember that day so clearly that every time she thinks of it, it feels like she is sitting with you in this large flower field, with the sun warming both of you and the smell of grass and flowers surrounding you.

Katsuki Bakugou:

"What? I don't do bullshit like that." was his first phrase as you mentioned to do some flower crowns

You annoy him until he finally gives in

"If it makes you happy dumbass."

You drag him through Musutafu until you finally find a park with a variety of different flowers

Acts like he isn't interested but thinks it's endearing that you are so passionate about flower crowns

You start to pick some flowers, while you are at it, Bakugou waits with his hand in his pocket until your done

"You can't just stand there Katsu. You should also pick some flowers."

Will scoff at first but eventually gets going

His parents are designers, so he knows what color suit you

The flower crown that you make for him contains red chrysanthemums, cloves, and a bit of lavender

he uses magnolias, zinnias, and some daisies for your flower crown

If even one stalk breaks off, he will make everything new and probably freak out (so prepare for a lot of swearing)

He is gifted, so even if he has never done this, his flower crown will be stunning

when you put your crown on his ash blond, spiky hair, a slight blush will creep up his cheeks

He will keep this flower crown so safe and wears it when no one is looking. Just to remember the wonderful day the two of you had

When the flowers wither, he is sad and gives you vague indications that he wants to do the whole thing again

Shouto Todoroki:

The two of you had a date on a flower field that Todoroki found one day

It reminded him of you, and so he took you to the spot

The bright colors of the flowers made him clear that you are the most colorful flower in his life and that you made his life more colorful as well

Since sitting in the sun and talking about everything and nothing got a bit boring for you, you decided to make him a flower crown

"What are doing, darling?"

"I am picking flowers to make you a flower crown."

His stoic face will turn into a questioning look, and you explain with such passion what a flower crown is that Todoroki will fly on cloud 9

His face lights up, and he begins to search for flowers

As you try to pick some red roses, you got poked by one, and you start bleeding a little

Shouto noticed your short hiss in pain and is immediately at your side

will check if everything's fine

he kisses your wounded finger

"A kiss will hopefully make the pain go away."

"It's perfectly fine now. Thank you."

The two of you will finish and hand each other the crowns you made

Todorokis crown is a bit loose, but luckily the flowers stick together

The flower crown that you made fits his hair

To finish the date, you took a picture of the two of you and made it your profile picture on (favorite messenger app)

Momo Yaoyorozu:

The two of you went for a walk

You passed a flower field, and you got an idea

"Should we make each other a flower crown?"

"I would love to."

With that, you got going and picked the most beautiful flowers for your love

The flowers you pick represent the love you feel towards her and that you trust her

She picked flowers that reminded them of you

As you finished, you hid the flower crown behind your back

"Alright, close your eyes," you told her

She closed her black eyes and waited for your next move

You put the flower crown on her head while you tried not to mess up her high ponytail

You used your selfie camera on your cell phone as a mirror

"Open your eyes."

She opened them, and you smiled widely at her

"You look stunning, babe."

She also smiled and handed you your crown

"You also look ravishing, my love."

The two of you wore the crowns for the rest of the day

Izuku Midoryia:

The two of you were training outside since the weather got slowly better

Well, at least you tried to train, but you couldn't help yourself and stare at your boyfriend

As he noticed your staring he blushed and tried to cover his face

"Why are you staring at me like this?"

"Because you're handsome."

His blush deepened and you smile at his reaction

"You know what would make it even better? A flower crown"

You searched around the area and found some daisies

With careful movements, you knotted the stalks together

After you finished you handed the simple crown to your boyfriend

"Thanks, honey."

He put it on, and you took a photo immediately

This was going to be your new wallpaper on your phone

On that day, he didn't let the flower crown fall from his head

He wore the crown until the flowers withered

On your next date, he prepared two flowers crowns for the both of you since you loved them so much

Meaning of the flowers:

daisies: trust

red roses: passionated love

magnolias: Symbolism is grace, beauty, true love, purity, strength from the depths.

zinnias: loyalty

red chrysanthemums:Love

cloves: In red they symbolize strong passion, in white eternal loyalty

lavender:loyalty

primroses: often seen as representations of youth and everlasting existence.

geberas: "They make everything more beautiful!"

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venusinwalls · 3 years ago

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LT2 THEORY: about walls era, meaning of 369 changes in the smiley face, inspiration and references to "2001: a space Odyssey" all are things that went unnoticed, and all with quite a bit of spoilers;

I am going to explain what the film is and why Louis and Charlie were very inspired by it as they said and it serves a lot to understand the changes in everything else

- The first thing is to see the references and for that it is important to return to "walls video" and what perhaps seemed insignificant to us but has many parallels what we see today, so here the spoilers begin. The film addresses topics such as human evolution, technology, artificial intelligence and extraterrestrial life, it is characterized by the surreal and psychedelic as well as being a precursor in its branch and which has a lot of backgrounds with a philosophical touch something iconic for the time.

— escene one: "The dawn of man": the film begins in the desert where a group of animals begin the process of evolution and adaptation when they find a Euler brick or orthohedral block (monolith) that leads to portals and ok but it is quite significant not?

— Escene 2 : rumors of an epidemic make a group of scientists meet and embark on a journey under the surface of the Moon, to 5 astronauts where they find another "monolith" identical to the 1st, the problem here is that it is a suicide mission and none survive match two.

I can't believe how Louis made that reference and we didn't see it ok let's continue, the cause of death of the 5 are the sounds emitted by the monolith and their non-alignment with the elements and here there are references to Nietzsche and the "super man "

— Escene 3: "Mission to Jupiter" where there are 6 crew members: 3 in hibernation 1 artificial intelligence machine and 2 the protagonists: David and Frank and here comes the 3 parallelism of Louis on the dance floor with the movie ship.

In this new mission, both protagonists are not informed about what they are going to and their life on the ship is monotonous, even between the two they become friends and from loneliness they begin to talk with the artificial machine (HAL) all right until they both suspect that something bad is going to happen.

david and frank decide to talk secretly about HAL (the machine) which, in addition to being an artificial machine, fulfills the function of panopticon and well ... This is the crucial part and the link to the whole story because here it begins a before and after in the movie and oh coincidence panoptic parallelism 👁️

HAL always controls them although they think that it is only a machine as I said, it is a panopticon (it sees everything) the machine upon learning of the secret of both decides to take revenge and in the most cruel way, what it does is decompose the machine with connection to the land what generates the pilots have to go to the outside. Frank is the one who offers himself and leaves David in charge of the arrangement inside and that is when Hal (the machine) kills Frank and even though David tries to rescue him it is too late and not only HAL killed Frank but the other 3 hibernating crew.

What leaves David alone on the ship and instead of crying what he seeks is revenge and this is where HAL continues to torment him to the point of distorting the memories in his mind (which is a wink to this part of the walls mv).

From the center of the ship while the machine looks for mercy and asks him to think who the real enemy is, David still disconnects him but hal leaves a video where one of the scientists of the 1st suicide mission is the same one who sent him to this to investigate the "monolith".

— Escene 4: "Júpiter and beyond infinity": with that ending comes the last chapter of the movie where, months later, David arrives at Jupiter finding the "monolith" that, as he approaches, takes the appearance of a door that opens more psychedelic spaces than Louis and Charlie used in "The live london".

The psychedelic scenario changes and everything continues to be seen from the point of the panoptic eye where David is now in mirrors that appear copies and copies of David younger to older and the monolith again in its older version (wink wink or coincidence to coacoac) You know 🌝

The ending of the movie is super complex, like the movie itself, because there are many references, but suddenly, David takes the form / copy of a fetus inside a transparent sphere, then floating in outer space above the Earth, which implies evolution of your copies.

How do you know coacoac is difficult to pigeonhole into "walls album" because in turn it seems that it belongs but no, for me it represents the transition between the old and the new Louis. Coacoac is an autobiographical description of his life and his experiences the power that others can identify with him.

Because if coacoac is the walls transition in the desert, it represents his life before becoming an artist, that is why he chose this film and his inspiration in oasis and within the video he enters other dimensions through the gates of the monolith that, as in the film, are different versions Of his past.

Then he goes to his stage in 1D what is related to the part of the moon in the movie and how all that ended, then the part of David and Frank is his solo era, all the obstacles and losses he had and how just like David did not he gave up and that's where coacoac enters the transition to lt2

Because for me the panopticon represents all those entanglements that he had / has with his record company, that is why now he is even using them in the merch and photos since the panoptics are always symbols of a power that it is difficult to finish it and expose it also Louis has an incredible mind and he is a fan of references and that everything always has a framework like all the videos on walls that do not have an easy order to say because he broke with that and goes from back to front because they are also different spheres and it depends on how you look at it. interpretation, so...

The importance of the film lies in the power to reinvent itself and as we constantly live experiences that seem from other worlds, that is why the smiley face has 6 transitions that are not actually erasing it, it is rebuilding it as it did with its mv and its nods to the movie.

to finish this analysis I put more references first from the beginning of walls louis use merch of the film and its director and in his merch the relationship to 369 with the film and if you look at the number of protagonists are always 3, 6 and 9 in addition to the kinetic art and the various monoliths in the 369 merch:

All this theory is available in Spanish on my Twitter profile @/wallshypersonic.

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sapphosvioletts · 3 years ago

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I’m sorry about your friend situation. All I can say is I don’t mind listening to (reading) your rants; I hope you feel at least a little better after you do. And that there are people more than willing to listen even if you can’t see us.

Would you mind showing us some photos of your flower book? Only if you want. I imagine Loki has some of those same flowers in his garden though 💚 🌺 🙂

-🎭

thank you so so much💗

and omg i love u for asking lol

okay so i'm not able to put a photo of every page because i have like over 40 pages rn i think? so can't include all of them lol but they all follow the same structure: 1. the genus, species, family ect. 2. where it's native to or cultivated, and where you can find them now 3. characteristics/how to identify 4. if they're edible (and if not what makes them inedible or toxic) and their medicinal uses 5. their symbolism and meaning 6. just everything else and other facts lol

and then i'm hoping to get a pressed flower for every page! (of course not for the toxic ones lol) so some pages have more room (like the sunflower page) because i have a pressed flower for it already i need to add. and when i do a get a pressed flower i'll re arrange it so the actual flower can fit!

i don't have any actual pressed flowers in it yet just because i'm worried while writing on other pages it'll wear them down, so i'm gonna wait until i have a bit more done before putting them in!

so here's the table of contents for the first section! the book itself is split into 5 sections (i put a pic since idk how to explain it lol), so just to keep everything more organized and makes it easier to find things each section has a table of contents. so the sections don't really mean anything except that's where the book splits lol (uh don't ask why there's that random sticker at the top i found it at my aunts and thought it was cute but didn't know where to put it lmao)

and here are some of the pages (of course had to include the violet page lol)

i actually have no idea if that sticker is an anemone bc it's hard to tell what flowers are on stickers i have learned from my aunts sticker collection lol but i thought eh close enough

and here are some of the flowers i already laminated that i'm going to add. i have a TON more flowers i want to laminate but i'm still waiting for some to finish pressing and also when i had it out laminating those ones it wasn't heating up right but my mom fixed it so i'm going to be laminating more! (the crepe myrtles (very bottom left) got melted lol so i'm scared to try laminating my other ones since i can't find any here! i had to get them when i went up to utah) and i still need to cut them out, but i'm waiting until i actually put them in so i don't lose any

and here's a page i'm adding in that i just finished the other night! (i still haven't decided if i'm going to color it or not)

thank you for letting me infodump skdjsksjsjsjs

#violet replies #🎭 anon

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seungminotes · 4 years ago

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A Walk Home

best friends to lovers w/ Kim Seungmin

a/n: I'm back from my hiatus and happy to say that I really like this piece tho it got kinda dramatic lmao hope you like it too! Always feel free to leave feedback!

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: cursing (like twice?) / gender neutral (please tell me if I messed up with something) / sort of slow-burn and not much payoff but I'd like to think it's very fluffy throughout!

"What took you so long today? I've been waiting here for at least 5 minutes," Seungmin complained at the sight of you finally approaching him.

It usually didn't take you this long to reach him from your last class, heck sometimes he even had to drink water and you'd get to your usual meeting spot before him.

Seungmin wasn't particularly the best at waiting on others, for whatever the reason really, he would have probably left anybody else behind by now. But alas, it was you he had been waiting for, and if facing the possibility of having to wait even longer for you, he most likely would.

"Sorry, I had to talk to someone before leaving," you smiled at your friend, who was now pouting slightly.

You reached up to pinch his cheeks only for him to slap your hands away.

"No pinching, let's go," he grabbed your wrist, dragging you in the direction of your usual route home.

You'd known Seungmin for nearly six years now. Having met him when you both were in middle school after moving to the then new town, Seungmin had once been quite fickle towards you, but once he got over his initial disinterest, he realized you were quite special. You'd spotted him taking pictures of the daisies in his front lawn and annoyed him to no end to explain his interest in them. You remember the day vividly, especially now that the firm grip Seungmin held on your wrist highly resembled the same he held on that very first day you met him.

"Aren't daisies a bit plain?" You snuck up behind the boy crouching in an awkward position, clutching his camera so tight his fingers were losing color.

Seungmin held no reaction to the sudden appearance of someone around his own age spying on him from the sidewalk in front of his own home. In fact, he sighed with a tinge of annoyance at your unwithheld statement and hardly looked up at you, why couldn’t people mind their own business, he thought to himself.

"I find them quite interesting, actually." He deadpanned, no intention of expanding upon his opinion to someone who he already deemed to be unworthy of his time.

Damn Seungmin was quite stubborn back then, he had barely even glanced at you, but good thing you were quite nosy.

"How come?" You inquired further.

Thirteen-year-old Seungmin was not in the mood to explain the complexities of a perfectly amazing daisy to someone who would most likely not care as much as he did about capturing their beauty.

Nonetheless, he glanced back to where he had seen you standing to notice your figure now hunched over, examining a daisy closely, nose almost touching it's petals, as your lips parted slightly to blow softly onto the flower, clearly in your own little world.

Your rather odd gestures told him you may actually be interested in what could possibly be interesting about the small flowers sparse all over his lawn.

He slowly approached you, more aware of your presence than before, and snapped God knows how many photos of your posing.

That was at least until he saw your hand reach up to pick the delicate flower from its stem. That’s where he drew the line! Promptly walking over to you and tightly withholding your hand with his awkward grip on your wrist.

You’d taken the opportunity to look into his big, brown eyes and examine his now blushed face, ultimately deciding this boy was inexplicably ethereal. You could drown in the deepness of his irises and the urge to pinch his pouty cheeks was overpowering your own sense of respectfulness to this stranger.

You remember how he later apologized and quietly explained to you the meaning of daisies. After bringing out two peanut butter jelly sandwiches from the kitchen onto his porch, where the both of you shared the lunch, he began to ramble on to you about the perfections of a simple flower that was not so simple at all and it's symbolism of true love.

And from that very moment on, you knew you had fallen in love with Kim Seungmin, the nerd next door who explained the very composition of flowers to you over a sandwich at age 13.

And unbeknownst to you, Kim Seungmin had developed a disgustingly soft spot in his heart for his absent-minded new friend next door.

Nothing much had changed now. You were still hopelessly in love with Seungmin, who was as focused as ever on his studies and baseball team activities just six years later.

The memory and realization fade just as soon as it came to you with Seungmin's grip on your wrist, which now that you look back down was still quite firm about a minute into your usual walk home.

Though you could almost guarantee it wasn't anything intentionally done by Seungmin, it didn't fail to put a stupid smile on your face.

So far Seungmin had noticed your rather quiet disposition, something he deemed off about you.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Perfectly fine," you grinned, narrowing your eyes into happy crescents as you lifted the arm that currently clinged Seungmin's own hand, much to his embarrassment.

He'd quickly released your arm at your teasing, opting to scratch the back of his head as he scoffed.

"Who'd you stay to talk with today?" He asked. You'd assumed he was simply trying to change the subject from his embarrassment, but in fact, the thought of who you could have possibly spent just five minutes with after school had been eating him alive for the past minute. You had never made him wait, at least not without some sort of warning.

"Just a guy in my chem class, I met him by my locker on the way out," you responded, not giving your answer much thought.

"What did he want?" He asked again.

Seungmin sure had been asking an awful lot today.

"Don't be so nosy, Seungmin! It really doesn’t suit you. It doesn't really matter much anyway. And how do you know I wasn't the one who wanted something from him, huh?" You teased him slightly, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Can't I ask about the whereabouts of my best friend when they leave me out in the hot, melting sun waiting for them!" He teased back, stopping in his tracks to begin to poke your sides harshly.

"Fine, fine, fine!" You give in. "Just stopppppp," you shook his hands away.

"Hyunjin offered to tutor me in chem. I'm officially failing," you laugh off, "he wanted to ask what days we should schedule our study sessions for." You explained.

"Wait, Hyunjin? As in Hwang Hyunjin? The pretty one?" Seungmin's eyes widen at the thought of a rather good looking and outgoing guy offering you tutoring lessons out of the goodness of his heart, he almost scoffs out loud.

"Stop asking so many questions, Min!" You softly punch his arm, bursting his thought bubble.

"Besides, 'the pretty one', Min? I didn't know you liked Hyunjin like that? Want me to put in a good word for you?" You teased further, laughing at his choice of words. Sure, Hyunjin was pretty well known by most for his good looks, but he had simply offered you help in your studies in a subject he happened to excel in and that had no such thing to do with his looks.

"Shut up," he rolled his eyes, taking his turn to lightly punch you back from before.

Afterwards the walk fell to a comfortable silence between the two of you.

At least that was how you would describe it to be. While you happily hummed and thought of what snacks you could whip up once you got home, Seungmin seriously pondered why you hadn't told him you weren't doing so well in chemistry. Or why you hadn't come to him for help first, he had already taken the class after all? And why the very thought of Hwang Hyunjin being with you by your locker afterschool while he had to wait outside for you made him so uncomfortable. Was uncomfortable the right word in this situation? He thought some more and concluded the thought of Hyunjin near you at all made him exceptionally mad, not just uncomfortable, for whatever the reason may have been (though he did have a hunch as to why he was feeling this way).

You looked over at the quiet boy next to you, noticing his intense state of thought, as he harshly bit his lower lip, furrowed his eyebrows slightly and kept an adamant gaze ahead of him. The sight was quite cute actually, cute enough to make you laugh.

"Earth to Kim Seungmin, you are wanted here immediately, please report for duty," you giggled, dramatically waving your arm in front of his face to snap him out of his daze.

"Sorry," Seungmin suddenly looks at you, cheeks hot and hands clenched onto the straps of his backpack.

His gaze is not like anything you'd ever seen come from him. It looks serious, yet almost sad? The way his eyes look glossed over have you wanting to kiss his cheeks and lift the corners of his mouth to reveal his signature smile, the one you love so much.

But you know better than to let your imagination get the best of you and you quickly shake your head to get rid of such thoughts about your best friend in his very presence.

"No worries, just talk to me if you need to, okay?" You reach over to comfort him, rubbing his arm softly in assurance of your words.

Little did you know you were killing Seungmin RIP.

You were now approaching your front porch, ready to whip out your keys and say home sweet home. Seungmin always came over for a bit after school to talk and mess around a bit before starting homework and today was no different.

But just as you opened the door with the thought about what video game Seungmin would want to play today floating in your head, you noticed the boy had yet to move from the step of the porch.

"Seungmin? Don't you want to come in?" You walked back over to him, choosing to stay standing on the step above him.

"Y/n," he practically whispered.

Suddenly, at this close proximity, you realize the tension in his face and the worry behind his eyes and the burning of his cheeks.

You softly reach over and unclasp one of Seungmin's hands from the strap of his bag, taking his hand into your own and rubbing your thumb over his numb knuckles for comfort.

"Are you okay Minnie? Do you need water? Are you sick?" You reach up to his forehead with your other hand to check his temperature.

"No, I just think I need to tell you something, now." He spoke formally, no hint of his usual teasing or playfulness when it came to you.

You could only nod at his strange current state, you were quite concerned.

"Don't take Hyunjin's help." He stated firmly, as if reading it from a list of rules. His serious disposition did not falter one bit, as if he had given out the most simple order.

"Is this what this is about? Min, how am I supposed to pass that dumb class. Seungmin I'm failing, like with an F, I know you don't know what that's like, but neither did I until now and I have to fix it somehow! We can't all be straight A students without even having to try!" You were practically tearing up at the intensity of which your words came out, you'd slightly lost control of your emotions in the moment, but Seungmin remained calm through the sharp words you threw, knowing you were simply frustrated with your grades and held no ill intentions with them.

"I can help you study, I can stay with you at the library all day explaining it to you if I have to, I'll take notes on your textbook and give them to you. Why didn't you tell me you needed help sooner?" He looked at you even more intensely, if that were even possibly. Then reaching over, he held your free hand in his own free hand.

At this point the worry in his eyes only made you want to hug him for the rest of your life, but there was so much tension surrounding the two of you right now.

"Min, you don't have to do that. If you don't want me getting help from Hyunjin, I won't. I trust you. But you don't have to waste your time being my teacher, trust me on that, you'll regret it." You attempt to laugh off your answer while swinging his hands in yours to lighten the mood, even if it's just a bit. Unfortunately, your teary eyes from your previous outburst give you away as a tear rolls down your cheek.

Seungmin was unsure about how to go about this further. He wasn't sure how you didn't seem to get it? That he would sacrifice his sleep to help you pass a class, just so he could be the one to help you, not some Hwang Hyunjin. That he wouldn't hesitate to do anything, and he means anything, if you simply asked. That he currently had more photos of you on his camera and phone than he did selfies of himself. That he liked you for fuck's sake. How could you have not seen it in his blushy mess of a nervous state right now. Was he really that freaking deep in the friendzone?

"I want to waste my time teaching you chemistry because I know I won't regret it. Because I'd never regret time spent with you." His words remained calm and precise, again as if he had prepared them and read them off a notecard. He looked down at his shoes, unable to confront you after the cheesy words left his mouth.

He felt his hands begin to moisten with sweat in your grasp and tried to remove them from your hands. However he was met with your refusal, as your hands tightly gripped his own.

"Kim Seungmin, I like you. Like really like you. Like, like-like you. And you cannot say those things to me and be protective of me and be cheesy with me and expect me not to want to just hug you and kiss you as if we weren't just best friends!" You blurted, in a sing-song whine much like your usual tone with your best friend.

You took in a very long breath of frustration and looked down as well.

You were so caught up in thoughts of the implications of the words that had left your mouth so quickly, that you did not bother to notice how Seungmin had in fact perked up at your words and practically resembled a tomato at this point, not that you looked any less of the shade of red.

“Wait what????” Seungmin was awestruck from your outburst, was he hallucinating? This was not the time for his imagination.

“There is no way, I’m repeating that,” you pouted.

“Not even if, I tell you I feel the same?” Seungmin smiled.

“Maybe after…” you swung your intertwined hand again.

“After ….?” he mocks

Seungmin suddenly closes the already small distance between the two of you and lands his soft lips just barely on the surface of your cheek.

“Can you say it again now?” he teases.

All tension dispelled, the mood is suffocating with the puppy love-struck expressions emitting from both your eyes.

“Seungmin, how can you kiss me before you even tell me you like me?”

You’re both inside now, after your apparently long-awaited confession, Seungmin had decided a cuddle session was called for in celebration, not that you were complaining.

“I thought it was just obvious?” Seungmin replies

“We could have been dating for so long by now,” You both sigh to one another at the thought you’d both had looming in your heads for the past hour.

“Guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time,” Minnie nuzzles his head into your neck trying to hide from his own sly remark.

“Can we study chem now though, I’m still failing,” You whisper into his ear, the notion of that failing grade still very much prominent in your head.

“In a bit, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” The arms around your waist tighter their loose grip and Seungmin pulls you even closer to him, enough to feel the warmth emitting from his chest and suddenly you thought chem could wait.

#stray kids #seungmin #skz #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #seungmin imagine #seungmin fluff #seungmin blurbs #stray kids fluff #stray kids blurbs #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz seungmin #kim seungmin

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picturejasper20 · 4 years ago

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Why did Amethyst shapeshift into Rose in Maximiun Capacity?

One of the most iconic moments in season 1 of Steven universe is when Amethyst and Greg start arguing over watching their old favourite TV show and getting glued to it to the point they forget about going to the New year´s fireworks.

According to Pearl they used to watch this show very often until one day they just ¨stopped¨:

¨Un-be-lievable! They really are! They used to disappear for days, watching those obnoxious tapes over and over and over. Until... ¨

¨Until what?¨

¨I don't know. One day, they just... stopped.¨

I think one of reasons they did this wasn´t just because they really liked the show, it was something else: It was to escape from their reality, from their feelings.

It´s very likely that after Rose ¨died¨, Amethyst and Greg started to watch this show so they didn´t have to think about her and pretend that everything was fine.

Probably Greg realized how this habit was becoming unhealthy for both of them and asked Amethyst to stop, this made her lash out and blame him for Rose´s ¨death¨. She also turned into Rose to ´torment´ him.

¨I know you're doing it! I want to be friends again. I really do. But I can't let you do this to me again!¨

This line implies this wasn´t the first time it happened, and they ended their friendship after having an very awful argument.

But why did Amethyst do this to someone she considered a close friend?

To answer this question i'm going to talk about her relationship with Rose and why it was important to her.

In a way, Rose Quartz was like a mother to Amethyst, they always played and hanged out together. Amethyst picked up many habits from her: Her love for humanity and collecting human junk.

Rose wanted Amethyst to be free and be herself, she clearly gave her as much freedom as possible, which she lacked back when she uses to live on Homeworld as a Diamond.

Amethyst adored Rose and was a very important in her life, so when Rose was gone, she felt that she didn't only lose someone she cared about, she felt she lost her mother figure. And Greg was the one that "stole" her.

"Well, what about me, huh? I had someone who was always there for me until she started hanging out with you!"

It's worth of pointing out Amethyst suffers from some abandonment issues as she was alone for a long time until she found in the Beta Kirdengarten.

This explains why she didn't want Greg to leave her watching the TV tapes all on her own.

However, the real reason of why she shapeshifted into Rose was because she partially blamed Greg for Rose's "death".

I really like how this episode explores the grief and how we try escaping from our reality instead of facing our feelings. Like how Greg and Amethyst try forgetting about their present by watching the TV show and not paying attention to how much time they spend doing it.

¨How did I get so sucked into this show again? It's like everything else just disappears!"

Accepting the past at times is very difficult, but if we always live only in the past, we won't be able to live in the present.

"I get it. It's hard to deal with stuff from the past. You want to put it off because there's tons of it and it's really heavy and it means a lot to you, so it's hard to let anything go. But you got to. Because this thing is full!"

The ending symbolizes how they both slowly start letting go their past by Amethyst helping Greg with cleaning up his garage and giving him a new photo frame for the a photo he took with Rose when he was younger.

Gifs and images source: Steven Universe Wikia

#Steven universe #Amethyst #Greg Universe #maximium capacity #SU Analysis #Rose Quartz

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roswelldetails · 5 years ago

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Episode 203: Good Mother

Sorry so late this week!! I had a deadline for work that kept me away from this early in the week, and Tumblr has been mean tonight. Kudos to @tasyfa for helping me with some of the transcripts while I was stuck working!!

EPISODE SUMMARY:

Determined to regain control of her life in the aftermath of Noah’s death, Isobel (Lily Cowles) makes a risky choice despite its potential consequences. Meanwhile, Alex (Tyler Blackburn) and Michael (Michael Vlamis) work together to unravel the mystery surrounding the night Nora’s (guest star Kayla Ewell) spaceship crashed in 1947. Elsewhere, Liz (Jeanine Mason) makes a surprising confession when Cameron (guest star Riley Voelkel) shows up looking for answers about Max (Nathan Dean). Heather Hemmens, Amber Midthunder and Trevor St. John also star. Jeffrey Hunt directed the episode written by Deirdre Mangan & Carina Adly MacKenzie (#203.) Original airdate 3/30/2020.

DETAILS:

Aliens in the crash are always portrayed as wearing all white.

There's also a silvery gleam on the faces of Nora and Louise following the crash.

Harlan Manes (first introduced in the alien autopsy scene in 1x07) and Hector Valenti (first mentioned in the pilot by Jesse Manes, but visually introduced here) are shown as having both a partnership and a difference in perspective, with Hector being more sympathetic to the aliens from the start - it mirrors what we know about Jim and Jesse's relationship.

Mysterious alien figure in white hood (probably played by Nathan Parsons, but unlikely to actually be Max (see @latessitrice meta) touches Nora's shoulder and she looks pained, then attacks and burns Hector alive, before disappearing into thin air.

Nora is shot in her shoulder.

Liz sent Alex to find Michael at the cave.

The pods "regenerate cells at the same rate as they degrade" keeping them in stasis. The theory of the electrical current is that it will speed up the regeneration so instead of stasis, Max might improve.

Searching for info about Nora led Alex to a sophisticated firewall, which meant that someone was trying to hide information about her.

Jenna's fake energy drinks are called "Speed Demon"

Mimi DeLuca says she was "nowhere" (and then she looks up at the stars). She was wearing the same nightgown and robe as when she disappeared (white...like the aliens in 1947), but instead of bare feet, she had on a pair of elaborate blue and white cowboy boots

Jenna told Sheriff Valenti that Mimi recited the plot from the film Starship Troopers during the car ride into town "like she lived it", with all the voices, but did not provide any information about where she’d been. Sheriff Valenti implies that this is typical behavior from Mimi.

Michael says he's been parked at the pony for a few weeks. Maria says that Mimi was gone for a month. That means that another 2 weeks have passed. (I.e., Max has been dead for 6 weeks now.)

Maria says that they found her mom on I-40 (by the Roswell sign). Also in 2x01 Rosa indicated that she and Liz were on I-40 when they saw Flint - Rosa put together that it was the most direct route to Area 51...however, I-40 does not go through Roswell. In fact, it is over 100 miles from Roswell to I-40 (north on 285). However, it is the most direct route to Area 51 from Roswell.

Isobel points out that Mimi DeLuca waking up in the desert with no memory is similar to what happened to her when Noah took over her body. Michael doesn't believe that they are the same situation though.

Rosa is about to drink spiked coffee when Liz brings her the art supplies. After Liz leaves, she pours it out without drinking it.

Isobel is packing up all of the photos of her and Noah (most look like vacation photos). She hesitates on the photo of them with Max at the wedding that we previously saw in 2x01 at Noah's funeral.

Isobel's baby is now 7 weeks (consistent with the other time frames) and is now the size of a blueberry.

Isobel drinks the rest of the alien death serum and immediately gets cramps/pain in her womb. And then Max's hallucination appears.

Isobel tells not!Max that she has been microdosing with the serum for weeks (2 weeks, based on the timeline) and it hasn't worked.

Not!Max does tell her to call Kyle (i.e, her subconscious knows she should, but she's not listening).

Michael tells Jenna that Max is in Mexico (at first).

Mimi is "hydrated and healthy" and she never felt unsafe.

She thinks she was only gone for a night, coming to see Maria when Jenna found her.

Maria asked Mimi whether Jenna lent the boots to her and Mimi declared they were hers

Liz is surrounded by monitors with alienesque symbols on them (or maybe just The Science!) See photo:

When the alarm sounds Liz looks at her computer screen and reacts - likely a security camera.

When Alex arrives at the Bunker and sees the binder left for him, the computers are on and there is a map showing. See photo:

I tried to figure out what city it is on his computer screen, but no luck. If anyone figures it out, send me an ask & let me know & I'll blast it out!

The 3-ring binder left for Alex, which looked approx. ¾ full with paper documents, was marked on the front:

CAULFIELD * A4N

352-6553 NMG

The text was white on a dark green background that appeared to be a printed label that had been affixed to the front of the binder. The body of the binder was light grey, with a partially shaded circular diagram in the lower center of the front that appeared to be part of the binder itself rather than a later addition like the label.

The Post-It note left on the binder for Alex said, "What side of history do you want to be on?"

There was also a marking on the spine of the binder: CF-143-3453-C78. This is probably a file or record reference, with CF standing for Caulfield. The reference would be visible when the binder was housed on a shelf, allowing easy identification.

When Alex flipped open the binder, the visible portion of the top page read as follows:

HEADQUARTERS

509th BOMB GP (NH)

ROSWELL ARMY AIR FIELD

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Forwarded.

A07-06 (95) 8 JULY 1947

AFTER ACTION REPORT

Serial

[blacked out text with underscoring] [TOP SECRET stamp]

From: Lt. Colonel Payne Jennings, Roswell Army Air Field

Subject: Engagement with enemy combatants, recovery of unidentified craft, night of 14-15 June, 1947, twelve casualties.

[offscreen] is a fine that concerns the events and

[offscreen] following the discovery of a flying saucer,

To: Chief of Staff, U.S. Air Force

[offscreen] dentified rancher notified

[offscreen] [blacked out text] that he found the instrument on

[offscreen] operations were coordinated with

[offscreen] with the intent of detaining or

[offscreen] while assisting in the inves-

[offscreen] reached the crash site

[offscreen] ing object’s entan-

[offscreen] balloon. Ship

[offscreen] of foreign

[offscreen] place

Liz explains The Science to Jenna:

"3 years ago I hypothesized that if I introduced a rare protein to destroyed stem cells they'd regenerate. And I was right. My team in Denver brought dead cells back to life. Rat cells, but, I mean, still, the applications are immeasurable… until our study got shut down. They said it's for ethics reasons, but I think it's because it threatened big pharma. Then a few weeks ago, Kyle found that the pods contain a sort of alien cousin to my regenerative protein. When Max healed Rosa, his electric charge amplified the process. If we can replicate that, then, we can accelerate his recovery, so, I am testing out pig hearts to see…" discussion about pig hearts/human hearts/different kinds of smart…

Liz says she has a few hours before she has to "record the electromagnetic charge interval"

Jenna says that Liz reminds her of Charlie.

Charlie used to rant about gene therapy

Jesse says he requested no visitors until "his brain starts to follow his orders".

He keeps periodically hitting the morphine drip with Alex in the room, though he was ignoring it before Alex got there.

Jesse describes the opening scene of the episode. And then tells Alex "Tripp was never the same".

Rosa's art:

Among the quotes on her collage are:

Body drie up from ...

What did she say

You're no listening

Control her Take her power

I am the Mesa the mighty

Nothing but a muddy trickle

You can't hold us

Sandia

Between them... Damn... One day she'll…

East

Rosa hears Max call out to her (while awake) "Rosa! Help! You're the only one!"

Jenna says that her dad brought her and Charlie to Roswell when they were kids. That they were obsessed with the crash and aliens and the X-Files and it was the perfect trip. It's why she came to Roswell after leaving the military. "It was like trying to go back in time, somehow."

"Time Travel really messed with you. I am eight years older than my older sister. She used to be my hero. She was kinetic, disruptive, cool. Now that I'm an adult I'm pretty sure she's bipolar, and she needs help. And if I try to save Max I'm letting Rosa twist in the wind, so, hence the wine ready in my drawer."

Maria is going through a box labeled "Mom's Stuff" in the Pony when she sees Rosa.

"I'm turning into my mom. I lost time at the gala...Michael's hand...I'm seeing things!"

What Valenti says about Noah's death:

"The M.E., Dr. Holden, listed Noah's cause of death as cardiac arrest due to lightning strike. (note: cardiac arrest = heart attack. Same way Max died.). No other abnormalities were listed. But that's not consistent with the crime scene photos. You see these ligature marks on his wrists and ankles. …. These marks are consistent with zip ties. And these with struggling against police-issue handcuffs. Like Max's.".

Isobel blames it on their sex toys.

What Max said to the grocery clerk "¿Tienes carne sin preservativos?" (Meat without a condom).

About Max's nightmare:

"You remember when I used to come in and sleep on your floor?"

"You used to have a nightmare. You were alone in a cold, dark room and there was something… You couldn't get up. You were…"

"Chained to the floor. I'd wake up all freaked out and run to your room."

Rosa's nightmare:

"I need your help, Rosa."

"Look, I'm not gonna help you die. I have been drinking so that I don't dream."

"I know that."

"It's like you're getting stronger. I hear you now when I'm awake."

"You're right. Something is making me stronger. I feel things. That's why I'm calling for you. Something is wrong with Isobel. Even in the pod I sense it. She's dying. Please."

Liz thinks that Max was able to reach out to save Isobel because the electricity is making him stronger in the pod.

Maria confessed to her mother that she had thought she might be getting sick too, Mimi said Maria would not get lost because she was protected, and reached for the resin pendant with the anti-alien pollen flower that Maria was wearing as usual. When Mimi seemed to go to sleep, Maria removed the necklace and placed it on her mother.

Flashing back to the night of the crash, Nora seems to be tying down the tarp on the back of the truck when Tripp approaches her. He feigns an offer to assist her and then grabs her and orders his men to move in so that they can take her and the truck back to base. Louise appears and black-canary-screams to push them away (sound waves, I presume). She is shot in the stomach/chest. Nora pulls her into the truck and drives them away.

The newspaper clip Michael found is dated October 12, 1948, two days before Nora was captured.

Newspaper transcript:

Last scene - Nora is clearly driving the truck with her powers, as she has both her arms around Louise. They approach a cabin and we're introduced to Roy Bronson, who offers to help.

Roswell Town Fair Charms Locals and Tourists

Photo caption: Smiles abound demonstrate a good time had by all.

Saturday Festivities Drew Healthy Crowds

Second column under photo:

...well as celebrated hometown war heroes, and, of course, Mrs. Benjamin Booker (Carol) whose strawberry Chile pie has won the Roswell Pie Contest four seasons in a row.

Children delighted in activities such as sack races.......

Top of 3rd column:

...ice creams.

Meanwhile the annual pumpkin chunking contest was the main attraction as expected! Pumpkin chunkers arrived from far and wide with their pumpkins and their pumpkin-lurching apparatuses. The prize for best pumpkin chunked went to the Long Family. Their farm foreman Roy Bronson credited his friend and neighbor, a young woman who declined to be named, for the Long's pumpkin chunking victory.

When asked what he'd do with the prize money, Bronson declared that he would "purchase ingredients (for his lady friend) to cook up a nice pumpkin pie".

MUSIC:

Dame - Holy Moly

Tommee Profitt feat. Fleurie - Hurricane

#roswell new mexico #rnm season 2 #good mother #rnm 203 #long post #episode details

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jooyeone · 4 years ago

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firstly, MOM I MADE IT I HAVE MY OWN TAG

omg i sent you three asks today? oh no, i'm sorry for spamming you, but i really do enjoy talking to you ☺ you're very velvety, i can't explain it i'm so sorry orz

yay, as long as you're happy, alice 🥰 i'm glad i made you smile 🥰

oh i miss winx club, they are adorable and the colors are very ":D" it's vivid and perky and very retro

yes, i have been warm and safe and hydrated~ thank you ☺

crazy because you once said that i made very playful and very strong butterflies appear and to sum it up, the first thing i thought of is crazy uwu 🦋 thank you for saying that i have calming vibe, that's very nice to hear, thank you 🥰

oh, it's kind of a new age thing? when i have certain worries or when i feel lonely, i usually see blue butterflies and it's a delight ☺ i consider them my spirit animal because i see them even when there are no flowers or gardens around~ it reminds me of my uncle who's already passed, because he always gave me things with blue butterflies! i like to think that the blue butterflies i see are him or from him 🦋

i shall try to answer everything in one ask uwu we can try the answer all asks in one post another time 😊

i do think he purrs back, have you seen him with cats, my heart bursts every single time 🥲 he is very good at making people (and animals apparently!!) feel at home and relaxed 🥰

yay thank you for the well wishes alice i will treasure them in my heart for when i feel discouraged 💕

i am happy that he's taking a break, and i wish he's actually spending time to rest because sometimes he doesn't understand that he is pushing himself too hard, so it's really nice but yes we do miss him, please come back home occasionally jimin 😔

i have yet to watch the spot, actually, but i feel like i did because it's all over my dash uwu

have a great day alice and look at more jimin photos when you're on a winx break ☺

you’re so cute 🥺🥺🥺 alright keeping the reply under wraps here to make it cleaner for the dash, here we go <3

also i can’t believe the timing because i caught your second message right now so i’m just gonna shoot two birds with one stone here

oh yay, that's great i was worried

and alice, remember that there's no rush okay, you can take all the time in the world to answer i will wait forever 🥰 it's just my nerves were getting to me, i'm sorry ☹

gosh i feel like high schooler with a crush 😢

please don't be pressured at all okay, that's the last thing i want 😔 oh and you don't need to reply to this one!!!

have fun with the winter package alice, i shall take my leave and get proper rest 🥰

oh i meant to say before but if you get criticism again it helps to meditate before getting to it! 🥰 just in case it happens again~ we don't want you feeling down 💕🦋

awww thank you for saying that! sometimes i do take some time before i can reply because of work, and i usually leave my messages either for early morning/late evening, and until then it’s mostly reblogs from me. so if i ever take some time to respond, this is why! 😊 and thank you, ah that’s a lovely idea!! it’s been a while since i’ve tried meditating so thank you for suggesting it!

“you’re very velvety” so cute 😭 i don’t mind it don’t worry omg, it’s lovely to talk to you too!

right?? i used to watch winx club a lot as a kid, even had some of the comics and i was so afraid of this adaptation because it looked so wrong, but i’m pleasantly surprised that it’s pretty fun so far. can recommend it if you ever need some mindless fun <3

awh i get it now 🥺 i’m so sorry to hear about your uncle, but i find it so pure and wholesome to hear about your connection with him and blue butterflies! i love that you can treasure that and find some comfort in such a lovely symbol!

he does have this gentle, calming aura around him! it definitely makes him feel like a very safe and warm presence to be around. and oh god how i agree with you on that one! really hoping he can pace himself and not put too much pressure on himself because he does have a tendency to do that. so whenever he feels comfortable to visit us again... we’re gonna be here 😔

aah i hope you’re having a great day as well and hopefully you can watch the teaser soon too!! it’s so comforting, you need to experience it 💖

#answered #🦋 anon #anon

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ironwoman18 · 5 years ago

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The Worst Third Date Ever part 28

Chapter 28: Sancta Sedes

The next morning Max woke up first, she took a shower and posted some of her pictures on her social networks.

She smiled at some of them, they asked some people to take them photos, but she also took some of Spencer and he also took some of her.

The gorgeous views of the Roman Forum or the hill were breathtaking and the Coliseum made you wonder who that huge place could be built before the twenty and twenty-first century.

She decided to give her husband a present and booked an helicopter travel to Pompeii. And after that she closed the page so he could not find out.

She kept posting photos until he woke up, after a kiss she sent him to take a shower so they could eat their breakfast and took the bus to the Vatican City.

An hour later they were at the entrance of the Vatican City, the guide explained what they will do and the rules. They could not wear sleeveless shirts and shorts, no hats, no pets or weapons.

The tour started as they walked through the Gallery of the Maps and Gallery of Tapestries while their guide told tales of Vatican intrigue.

They gazed at artifacts such as timeworn yet fascinating Italian maps, and admire the sculptures and candelabras of the Gallery of Candelabras.

The guide let them stop for photos in front of the Pigna statue in the Pinecone Courtyard, designed by Donato Bramante.

Max was like a kid at Christmas morning watching and taking photos at everything in Raphael’s Rooms, which are a series of galleries that highlight the talent of the lauded Renaissance artist himself.

They continued to pass through the rooms, and then step inside the Sistine Chapel—the pope’s personal place of worship and a highlight of any Vatican trip.

All of them were in awe as the stood beneath Michelangelo’s 'The Creation of Adam,' which cloaks the ceiling, and admire 'The Last Judgement,' his colorful mural that adorns a wall.

"Oh my God... it looks like it was just painted this morning" said Max as she took some pictures of it "this photos are nothing compared to see it in real life"

"I'm totally agree with you" Spencer said looking at the paintings above "did you know that Michaelangelo painted himself in this? He painted himself as a person in hell because he was gay but very religious so he died believing he would go to hell due to this"

"Yeah I'm not surprise at all" she said holding his arm "the people back them were very religious"

The tour continued to St. Peter’s Basilica, the symbolic heart of the Catholic church.

"Ok guys come over here" said their guide "today is Wednesday and normally we can't got to the Basilica or the St. Peter's Square but, the Pope canceled the audiences for today so we can go in. This is an exceptional opportunity for you and you are lucky. Let go"

As they walked through it the learned about its history and see more Vatican art including Michelangelo’s 'La Pietà,' which was sculpted when the maestro was only 24 years old.

They gazed at the Baldacchino by Bernini, Max continued taking photos of everything they saw.

Three hours later they said goodbye to their guide in St. Peter’s Square. This tour was breathtaking and Max was almost in tears after witness the art of Raphael, Michelangelo and more amazing artist she learned in the university.

"This was amazing. I enjoyed every bit of this tour" said Max as she checked the photos again after they ordered some coffee and biscotti "and the photos don't express the feelings of watching it in situ"

"Yeah I never thought something about religion could move me so much. The Creation of Adam was something else" commented Spencer after drinking coffee "and La Pietà looked so smooth that you couldn't believe it was stone"

She nodded and ate some biscotti with her coffee "I loved this so much" she sighed looking at him "what else can we do today after this breathtaking morning?"

He got out of his messenger bag a brochure and looked in "well we could go to The Borghese Gallery, they have a littler collection than the Vatican but they also have paintings I'm sure you will love" he smiled at her.

"Sounds like a date" she smirks and leans in to kissed him.

"It surely is a date" he laughed "then we can eat some typical Italian food in a typical house"

"I would like it" she finished her coffee and biscotti.

Then they went to the Galler by taxi. The place was in park and close from there was the Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Moderna e Contemporanea and the National Etruscan Museum.

They spent the rest of the day checking the museums. Max talked nonstop about the art in there. Spencer, of course, gave some facts but that was Max's day.

Both had a great day and when they arrived to the museum they ate at their room because they decided to just cuddle in bed and have some alone time.

"I think tomorrow we should stay here in the hotel and then we could keep checking the city on Friday" she was laying her head on his chest and when he said so he looked down at her.

"I'm agree, beside I have something planned for us this Friday"

"What is it?" He was curious about it.

"You will see it on Friday Dr. Reid" she teased him.

"Oh really Mrs. Reid?" She nodded and lifted her head up to kissed his chin.

"Yes and I'm sure you will love it" she played back again on his chest.

"Well I can't wait to see it" he kissed her head "but I'm sure it will he great".

OOooOOooOO

I am happy this chapter was easier to write than the last one. I definitely need to keep my mind working on this story.

Some things Max and Spencer commented in the Vatican were based on my mom's experience there. I made my research about names and what was in there.

Also I would like to let you know that this story will have a few more chapters and then I will end it.

I already have the perfect ending for this story.

The next chapter will be their day in the hotel and I think I will include Pompeii visit.

Hope you liked it. And I appreciate that you took time of your day reading this and also if you comment... I love you 3000. Read you later.

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