#lobellia

[vanisagi27]

Redrawing in my style of this Lobellia panel from episode 1 of Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

I love coloring red hair 💖

I tried to use the novel art as a reference for her hair

#divorcing my tyrant husband #webtoon #webtoon fanart #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #manwha #webcomic #lobellia #Robellia

[philtstone]

Frodo (or your chosen Blorbo from the Shire), 4

i cant actually remember which prompt list this was from so i am splicing together the taylor swift prompts "a secret language" and "caressing the other's hand" and humbly offering you an unedited This. also i MIGHT be playing fast and loose with canon but i swear i read somewhere that aragorn asked the besties to sleep over at his place (stay at the palace) for an extra month bc he wanted them to be there for his wedding. if it isnt canon it is now .. in my heart

In the streets of Minas Tirith there is joy today.

Frodo notes this absently, from a short distance, as he seems to feel everything these days. Actually, he ought to correct himself: not everything. He feels some things quite closely. He feels desperately homesick for Bilbo's pipeweed in a way that sits heavily in his heart. He feels like every new day he cannot imagine taking even one more step forward -- even just to get from gardens to the kitchen to greet Sam -- despite the fact that he always manages. And he feels that quiet lancing pain of distance between his self and everything else, like a darning needle going through an old wool sock you just don't want to give up on yet -- quite closely.

None of these feelings are truly capable of ruining the pleasantness of his stroll through the marketplace, so Frodo doesn't think it's much use to dwell on them. The sun is shining, making the weather a balmy warm and bringing out the green of new little saplings against the white stones. And even though on many another day, the bubbling chatter would be a tad too much for his tired spirit to handle, today it is making it easier to take those steps forward.

"I'm grateful for the leisurely pace you've set, dear Frodo," says the musical presence at his side, as if she has read his mind. Frodo can't remember if that's something she can properly do, but doesn't think it appropriate to ask. "I do not think I have the will to hasten through such a day as this."

Her eyes are glimmering with a gentle mirth. Frodo's come to realize, in the weeks he has spent recovering and observing his old companions outside of imminent crisis, that a favourite pastime of Lady Arwen Undomiel is teasing the newly-crowned King of Gondor.

"It's not Aragorn's fault he's got such long legs," Frodo observes. A good tease has got to be honoured, hasn't it? Arwen's responding smile is small but brilliant. Her eyes dance like daffodils in spring. They watch as their unwitting victim moves effortlessly through the crowd several -- admittedly long -- strides ahead of them, conversing animatedly with the sellers, the shoppers, their families, the children, and every so often, a horse or two. Aragorn seems to know everyone already (he's barely been king for three weeks) but that was true from the first night Frodo met him. Sam calls it a stoutly developed sense of sociability, which makes him sound like his Gaffer and Bilbo all at once, but Frodo is not sure it is all so simple.

Aragorn is now listening very intently as a cabbage seller gesticulates regarding the specifics of his innovative new watering technique.

"Do Men always take the details of cabbage-growing so seriously?" Arwen asks Frodo. She leans sideways towards him -- elegantly -- that the tactful whisper might be better heard. Frodo's not sure; he hasn't actually known that many men.

"He does seem to be selling very large cabbages," Frodo says.

A sudden, exhausting melancholy grips him. It is not precisely because of the cabbage, but not unrelated to it either. Arwen has paused to study the daisies being sold by a Gondorian girl and her mother, and so to distract himself, Frodo looks over at the nearest stall. It occurs to him that cousin Lobellia would have been awfully covetous of the coloured glass wind-chimes they have on display. They've got silver along the rims. Strange, how even now, a lifetime later it seems, Frodo is capable of suddenly remembering Bilbo's silverware related woes.

"They are very beautiful," comes Arwen's sweet, sincere voice. Frodo turns; her arms are full of the flowers, and she is moving with beaming interest towards the wind chimes. Behind her the girl's mother looks a bit dazed, while the little girl herself looks transfixed. Everything the elf says is always brimming over with an effortless sincerity, but in these resolutely human streets it becomes all the more apparent. Frodo wonders if Arwen doesn’t feel slightly out of place. "Oh -- we must put some in the courtyard garden. Dear Frodo, do you think Sam will like them? Four, please."

Unlike Aragorn, Arwen doesn't ask after families or host serious discussions about irrigation systems. She carries all of this interest and care and understanding completely unspoken in her presence alone, and when subject to it directly can be somewhat overwhelming to the uninitiated. Frodo knows this from experience. At any rate, they are leaving a series of increasingly overcome Gondorians in their wake. He wonders if she will learn or change, with time, or if there will always be that intensity and strangeness, untempered.

“Sam would suggest we make tea out of these,” says Frodo, without thinking, when Arwen hands Frodo two daisies and a wind chime to carry. The ends of her raven hair float in the breeze behind them. She’s walking very slowly, so Frodo doesn’t have any trouble keeping up, but he still looks up at her to speak. “Have you had daisy tea before, Lady Arwen?”

“Hmmm,” says Arwen cryptically. “I think I will be trying many new things, these coming weeks.”

“I don’t know if I want to try new things anymore,” Frodo says quietly, without thinking. Beside him, Arwen pauses. The hem of her soft green skirts swirl at her feet as she turns to face him. 

“Oh, Frodo,” she says. The simple words carry very many great and deep and feeling things, as is always the way with Arwen.

Frodo traces a finger over the colourful glass petals of the chime. They have arrived at a less busy patch of the cobbled alley, past the florist and trinket seller. “I think I must be homesick,” is what he decides to say.

Gently, Arwen takes his hand in hers. “Would you like to return home?” she asks. To the Shire. Sam certainly would not be opposed. Merry and Pippin, perhaps with less urgency, but they all seem to be waiting on Frodo to be recovered …

It shouldn’t be a very complicated answer. Worrying his bottom lip beneath one tooth, he looks up and over, back into the market: Aragorn is kneeling to better scratch a grinning hound under its chin, all while looking up to better ask the old woman manning its stall about her youngest grandchild.

“Don’t you feel strange, being so far from home?” he asks. Frodo feels his face grow hot. “Well … I mean, I know it is different.”

“The concept of return is not materially the same for me,” Arwen agrees, gently, with a tilt to her head. “But even so. I have chosen to stay here for a long long while, Frodo; you have no such dreams.”

Frodo’s dreams are altogether unpleasant these days, but he feels his brow quirk at the first thing. “You’ll be staying?” he asks, more curious than anything.

“Well,” says Arwen, in a secretive way that he finds terribly comforting – just as her friendship was so terribly comforting that first week, so many months ago – “I believe I am getting married sometime soon. So I must be here to attend my wedding, you see, as I’ve much desired it for many years.”

Oh. Well, that is obvious, isn’t it – now that she’s said it all out. Frodo feels a little bit silly for not guessing. 

“It’s alright,” Arwen reassures him. “It is technically yet unplanned.” 

“Is that why Aragorn asked us all to stay at the palace another month?” says Frodo, still watching the King. As if noticing eyes on him, Aragorn looks towards them, one hand occupied in caressing the soft crown of a child’s curly head. His brows furrow in askance even as his mouth grows into a wide, decidedly un-Kingly grin. He’d been sincere in his offer, Frodo remembers. Merry and Pippin claimed they were staying because of their wise contributions to the building of a nation, and Frodo hadn’t quite believed that part, but certainly, Gimli and Legolas had no need for a period of convalescence. The thought makes him tired again, but it cannot get too bad, because Arwen is looking over with him, and with another of those secretive smiles says, 

“I think he is taking great comfort in the company of his friends.”

This time the tease is barely present. Arwen speaks with a quiet, sincere fondness that carries no little amount of tender ache. Oh. Frodo swallows. One’s friends – friends, something deeper than those one is friendly with – it is true, that they bring comfort. So much. He is not sure … well, he cannot have ever … 

Abruptly, the daisies and glass feel heavy like granite in his arms. He struggles to put them down; Arwen, gracefully, notices and helps him. By the time they are done she is properly kneeling, the way Aragorn had been, just in front of him. 

“Frodo,” she says, softly. It is strange to think of her as the Queen of the realm. It is stranger still to think of Aragorn as the King, despite his easy manner in the market and obvious qualities; the last time Frodo saw him before they were separated, he was covered in dirt and had slept in the same shirt for three nights in a row. Arwen, on the other hand – he maintains that it has been true from the moment he met her: Arwen glows. Literally sometimes. Less now that she is mortal, and on a sunny day like this one it's a little hard to see, but it still lingers around her like a stubborn gauzy cloak.

"My Lady," he says suddenly, before he can stop himself, "is it very hard? Being different from your old self, now, I mean."

The birds twitter; the marketplace bustles; life moves forward on this joyful day in Minas Tirith. Arwen’s hands, wrapped still around his, are cool in a way that is soothing the distance in his heart.

“We are never given burdens we do not have the strength to carry,” Arwen says, with all of her sincerity. 

For the first time in some weeks, Frodo feels the words absorb into him, and lay a gentle blanket on the horrible well of darkness that lingers. 

“I’d be honoured to attend your wedding,” he says. 

Arwen smiles, as brilliant and gentle as the sun. It is only a few short moments that they are joined by a loping gait, and Aragorn is bending over to help Arwen to her feet and ensure Frodo is not too tired to continue.

“You are both well?” he asks, about four additional questions lingering in the back of the look he gives Arwen, but she only nods, and touches his wrist in a soft caress. 

“Quite well, my love. We were discussing your very long legs.”

“And you have told me many a time your fondness –” Aragorn catches himself just in time, which does not do much to make up for the depth of suggestion in his low, affectionate voice just a moment before. “I – ahem. Well, Frodo … I know you are not very fond of dogs, but Lady Dolmoron has a brood of kittens; I thought surely, they would appeal to your gentle sensibilities. And Master Kerrell’s stall just over there offers a delicious smoked eel stew.”

“You know,” Frodo says, “I am sure you’re right, Aragorn. Lunch sounds wonderful. And let us go visit the kittens. I’ll have to tell Sam – he’ll be sure to want to name one.”

It does not become easier, but gentler, somehow. There is a comfort in the presence of friends.

#IS THIS SOMETHING??? #ive had this idea and this prompt sitting in my head and heart for months. LITERALLY months. indeed almost a YEAR #and i finally had a brainwave for it tonight #my writing #taylor swift prompt meme #lord of the rings #frodo baggins #arwen undomiel #aragorn #arwen x aragorn #frodo & arwen are friends in my head. and also in canon actually. its all right there for those w the Sight #return of the king

[cosmik-homo]

I love how Bilbo Baggins is Changed By His Journey and like yeah he stops looking down on 'adventure' and 'outside' as concepts and becomes less finicky but also. He sits his ass down like maybe some day I'll go through the hassle of doing that whole shebang again. Not soon!! What, you want Otto and Lobellia to steal my spoons? As if. Yeah I'm just gonna go back to chilling in the shire.

Adventure changed him! It made him from a (small minded, stubborn) Petty Homedweller into a (much more developed) Rich, Eccentric Petty Homedweller.

[cedar-glade]

(Not comprehensive) What to expect for riparian zones in orv confluence.

it’s the best time of year to fen hop here in Ohio but before anyone does that a pilgrimage to a less addressed habitat is necessary and fun, its check on mudflats in western Ohio time;

I just spent a few solid days botanizing some of Ohio’s most classic habitats.

Two mudflat locations: Little Miami meets ORV and Great Miami meets ORV. (though a weirder one is the ancient oxbow flats of the Great Miami. BTW ORV is Ohio River Valley.

 A group of really good friends and I got together and tried to hit the Shawnee lookout giant ragweed thickets(15 foot tall this year with native amaranth mixed in at similar height)  Each year a few people check this spot earlier and than a few later for a tricky plant not seen since 2010 called Orobanche riparia

which may or may not be state extirpated from TN WV VA and OH. these are only affiliated with confluence zones and specifically Ancient ragweed thicket communities. Normally Ragweed is 7 foot max, and dies every year, falluvium(alluvium displaced by frequent floods), buries these past frost lines and their roots are insulated. and the stems are more supported at the base.

while being a classic rare species, Japanese hops have now made it extremely problematic to spot and so it remains elusive.

while the 3 giant amaranth and 8 species of Persicaria are present with the cockerburl and ragweed along with florida and giant lettuce; It’s also notable that rough barnyard grass and two other river bank giant ragweed thicket rarities are also present. https://explorer.natureserve.org/Taxon/ELEMENT_GLOBAL.2.155128/Ripariosida_hermaphrodita  virginia riverbank mallow and ....

Nabalus crepidineus

Flood plain woods: wood nettle, greenheaded cone flower, panicled fall phlox, cup plant, Jerusalem artichoke, 2 Persicaria spp., more angry hops, 2 common Rubus spp. (black cap and Alleghany), Monarda serotina, more lettuce, both of Ohio’s jewel weed.

Silt formed Mudflats:

It’s ok though because the disturbance is still frequent in some sections and many rare sedges and rushes exist as well as mud flat species can be seen as preserved. These are very small species that thrive on silt

the map above is for a species that recently got split again after already being split from drummunds’ bull rush. Now called dwarf bull rush and went through a new genera name too. River dwarf bull rush is no longer Hemicarpha micrantha and is now Lipocarpha micrantha.

Others of notable interest in flat: Kyllinga pumila,  Paspalum fluitans,  Myosurus minimus(adventive), Cyperus acuminatus,

both toothleafs are present too. Ammania coccinea(sessile peduncle and least common) and Ammania robusta(most common) for ohio.,

another classic forbe thats pretty darn common is obi wan conobea usually with carolina geranium not far apart,

green, dentate, davids, prostrate, true spotted, and Phyllanthus caroliniensis along with multiple copper leaves are present.

(plenty of other sedges but I can’t think of all the ones Dan Boone has tried to teach me there.)

Broken bank( sand cut banks):

alleghany monkey flower, blue siphilis lobellia, indian tobacco inflated lobellia, common milkweed, 3 uncommon Rubus spp. all adventive except for one that looks like a glaberous prickily virginia creeper vine Rubus trivialis . We also see both swamp and ciliate margin loose strife, two figworts, and cockerburl again along with 4 native persicaria, 2 native day flower(Commelina spp.), 3 seedbox/ludwigs (Ludwigia spp.), waterspeedwell Veronica catenata ,

mints are well represented: 3 Stachys spp. water hoarhound, american germander, 3 potential Monarda spp. (bubblegun, basal white, and M. serotina), both ciliate and hairy wood mints.

  Classic creeping fabaceae are: Amphicarpaea bracteata and Apios americana.

Gravel point bar:

lance leaf frog fruit, smooth scouring rush, verticilate scouring rush, and rough scouring rush, smooth rush, green bull rush, the brown tall giant one, 3 sided rush, big bluestem? some how?,  button bush, both the common hibiscus, sand bar and black willows, water willow(not a willow), lizard tail(the fruitloop smelling one).

Note:

If you want someone who knows more about this habitat than anyone else, Dan Boone is probably the person to ask.

#ohio #botany #text #mudflats #orv #hamilton #clermont #thanks dan boone #ecology

[noxiatoxia]

people who are like "lobellia was so much cooler than the host club" i do not get you. they are literally radfems. theyre like "men are worthless" and instantly assumed haruhi was being forced to be a boy and refused to call her one. terf behavior. besides does lobellia's zuka club have incest??? didnt fucking think so. check AND mate <3

#/hj #i fr dont care its just an anime but they are such political lesbians nothing can change my mind on that #i saw em and i was like ''oooh... these are the terfs.......'' its so funny #haruhis mom went to the terf school and ended up marrying a trans woman.... redemption arc #ohshc #;noxiatalksia

[petitexmagician]

So I was rewatching the host club on netflix after reading the manga and I gotta admit 

I got hella uncomfortable over the Lobellia introduction - is that wrong? Like the girls whole speech just got me annoyed and Tamaki’s response too but the girls started it along with that mess from their second appearance too so it’s just.. 

were the jokes suppose to be funny?

#ooc // Let's Start the Show! #granted I still eye rolled at them during my first viewing so I can't help but feel like is that wrong to feel uncomfy with that group

[ootori-sibs]

PLEASE elaborate on the beni-kyoya cousins au im so intrigued

Haha alright.

So I imagine it's on kyoya's mother's side (I'm picturing the mother and aunt being twins) And their mothers both went to lobellia. Kyoya's mother was a little more studious while Beni's mother was just as dramatic as Beni, they definitely passed a lot of themselves down to their kids. Despite being different people, their mothers were very close and I imagine that kyoya, akito and yuuichi were the only dudes that Beni interacted with for her formative years. Obvious this interaction is little to none due to them being, yaknow; ootori boys. None of them understand socialisation.

Now of course, other then akito, kyoya and Beni are very much the messiest kids of the family. Beni is the dramatic theatre gay that's a little agressive and probably needs therapy and kyoya is the constantly irritated gay that's emotionally constipated and probably needs therapy. So it's safe to say that they have beef.

Now I imagine this beef is kind of once sided (like most of kyoya's beefs). I'm kind of picturing it mostly being over text, with Beni picking apart everything she hears about kyoya and just insulting him, and him responding with mostly one word or one sentence responses. Of course during the episode where the white lily league first appears, kyoya is sending much longer texts then that. Likely just complaining and blaming Beni for his new headache.

But of course he cares about Haruhi a lot, but a small part of him also cares about his cousin. So he probably spends at least an hour trying to explain to Beni what haruhis situation is and why it's bad to try and kidnap her. Obviously this is just a challenge for Beni, so the next episode happens and after that I picture Beni and kyoya having an actual argument over text where Beni pulls at insecurities that kyoya wasn't even aware she knew about, and kyoya just beats her over the head with the fact that she doesn't understand consent.

The entire thing is extremely messy.

#but of course in person they're civil #kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #beni bara #lobellia

[waywardmasquerade]

Alyssum and Lobellia from the garden

#garden #gardening #flowers #alyssum #lobellia #flower garden #flower

[mohandoshi]

Lobeliia

#Lobellia

[pearycider]

You know what? In theory I’m not against adding extra female characters to Middle-Earth media. I’d love to see more of us in the Middle Earth! The books are definitely mostly about male friendship in a way that isn’t often represented by any form of media at the moment and I do think that’s really important (children need positive depictions of male friendships where they can be tender and open with each other) but Tolkien did say he wished he had included more women in his stories. The issue is that so far the only woman that has been added to his stories is Tauriel who was awful and I’m worried that any others will be similar. She only served to affirm that Legolas isn’t gay in PJ’s interpretation of the books and that he hates dwarves not because of racism baked into his society but because one stole his gf, to take part in a romance and to take agency away from the people who should have been the main characters but were reduced to comic relief. I’m very much for well written additional female characters, but going by the historical record, adaptations have had much more success expanding upon already present characters.

#all this to say lobellia sackville baggins should have been an important character in PJs Hobbit #an absolute icon why why why wasn’t she in the hobbit #she fought during the scouring of the shire with her umbrella #she has so much personality and wit and bravery and sheer nerve #she steals cutlery! #takes up leadership roles #steps in when no one else will #why pass on such an icon!!!!!! #i also think it’s super problematic the idea that all movies have to have at least one woman main character or they are sexist #this has led to so many token girls who are really undeveloped serve no useful purpose and only exist to reinforce sexist stereotypes #like the strong independent woman idea that led to films like Alice In Wonderland and a million copycat ones with women who on the surface #look empowering however the second you look at them twice they fall apart and you see the bad writing and no character they have #the problem wis the lack of female centered movies not the existence of male centred ones especially when they have good male role models #for young kids who respect women and each other #we need more funding for stories about women and stories where women aren’t just the token but are essential parts of the group #(diana wynne jones adaptations diana wynne jones adaptations) #(what better source than the queen of fantasy herself)

[lampea-by-lamplight]

dio

tiripts

he/they

says he lives in the storage room of the junk shop, but he does actually have a bedroom. he just uses it very rarely (and forgets he's in a bed until he falls out the rare times he does use it).

reason he sticks around with maeve? he made a bad career move, tried to trap her in a contract, did not trap her in a contract, wound up trapped himself, and now just lives in her house, bc at this point he's been there for years it's fun.

obsessively drinks milk. like when he's not drinking alcohol to deal with the fact he's surrounded by idiots who fail to realize there's a spirit in their midst, he's drinking milk.

is absolutely fucking tiny comparatively. like he does not breach 5 feet. a child (cande) is taller than him.

causes problems on purpose. sometimes. like yeah he could just sit around and wait for funny shit to happen, but it's so much better to know when stuffs gonna happen so he can be an appropriate distance away to just laugh at it.

#oc intro #tsenpha #oc; dio #group; junk and disorderly & associates #geo; lobellia

[vanisagi27]

Redrawing in my style or Lobellia/Robellia's dress from episode 7 of Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

#my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #manwha #webtoon #divorcing my tyrant husband #art #lobellia #robellia #webtoon fanart

[akallabeth-joie]

The last fuschia of summer. But not the last of autumn, from the look of those buds.

#garden #fuschia #this and the lobellia seem to be competing for the epithet of immortal

[lavanderfaemilk]

My mother’s Flower buckets

#nature photopragpy #flowers #wanderlust #cottagecore #floral #nature #country core #garden core #wild flowers #marigolds #lobellias #petunia #perslanes #gardinias

[grawesomelygreen]

6/21/2014

Half of my aunt’s yard. Finally some pictures during daylight! :D

Look at the photos with the arizona sun. All those sprouts are celosias coming back from seed from the ones we planted last year. We’re gonna have tons! I don’t like where they’re growing though!! Gonna mess up my landscaping.

#blog #2014 #june #outside #Begonia #impatiens #lily of the valley #day lily #celosia #clematis #peony #peonies #garden phlox #Torenia #lobellia #hydrangea #dianthus #money plant #aunt

[noxiatoxia]

tamaki: LOBELLIA STOP ITTTTTT. Like for real STOP

#ohshc #;noxiatalksia