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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

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🔹 Fictional characters are not real people.

🔹 Fictional characters do not need to be protected from authors.

🔹There is no moral difference between writing about good things happening to a character and bad things happening to a character.

🔹Fictional abuse has no moral value, and does not not reflect in any way on the author or the reader.

🔹There is nothing wrong with making characters do illegal things in fiction or suffer horrible things happening to them.

🔹Writing or enjoying fiction about characters committing crimes, or suffering abuse does not make you a bad person.

🔹An author is under no obligation to make sure that their audience knows that the bad things that happen in their story are bad.

🔹There is no reason to assume that someone writing or reading about crimes or bad things happening doesn't know that those things are bad.

🔹There is no reason to assume that someone writing or reading about crimes or bad things happening wants those things to happen.

🔹If you cannot separate between writing about or enjoying an idea in fiction, and wanting to commit that act in real life that is a you problem, not a problem with the fiction.

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Damian showing off a floor length painting of his fursona

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[Desmond Miles has successfully saved a Levantine village during the Third Crusaders after waking up in the past.]

Grateful civilian: Thank you, stranger! You have saved our village from the cruelty of war. May we ask who you are so we may know the name of our savior?

[Desmond Miles believes he cannot say ‘Desmond Miles’ because that might accidentally create a ripple effect in the future.]

[Desmond Miles believes he cannot use any of the names of the ancestors who haven’t been born yet especially the Kenways because of how important they are to his history.]

[Desmond Miles has not yet processed the shock of dying a painful death and waking up in the past and his brain is blanking.]

Desmond: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

[The people Desmond Miles have saved now believed their savior’s name is Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.]

[Desmond Miles has committed identity fraud.]

[… and he will continue to commit identity fraud.]

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Tim: [gets down on one knee]

Bernard: oh my God, it's finally happening!

Tim: [falls over]

Bernard: the sedative is kicking in!

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one day Tim gets shot in the shoulder. The bullet goes straight through so he doesn't bother anyone about it. He hates bothering people with his injuries when there's people more in need than him. He goes home and collapses in bed, he'll deal with it tomorrow.

When he wakes up though, he finds that someone has already come and fixed him up while he was asleep. The area surrounding the bullet wound has been completely numbed too. What the fuck?

There's a flattened bullet hanging from his neck, and Tim wonders if it's the same bullet that went through him. It must be right? Why else would whoever fixed him up give it to him?

The bullet hangs on a shiny gold chain, and Tim stares at it in the mirror. Rubbing his fingers over it and coming to the conclusion it must be real gold. He'll check, just to make sure.

He also needs to investigate who the fuck has gold and expensive pain relief to waste on him. Why they did it. And how the hell they knew Tim was not only injured, when he told absolutely no one, but also found the bullet used on him.

What the fuck.

But this keeps happening, and Tim continues to be confused. He gets injured badly and tells no one, and the next day he's patched up and gifted gold.

Thing is, he can't really tell anyone without admitting he's been hiding his injuries. He can't stand to see Dick's worried expression, or listen to Bruce's disappointed lecture. There's more important things to worry about in Gotham.

He breaks his hand on patrol and when he wakes up the next morning it's been bandaged and put in a splint. Fuck. That was his dominant hand too!

His other hand feels heavy and when he brings it up to examine it as well, his fingers are adorned in various rings of gold.

A deep cut into his flesh and he passes out on his own floor, only to wake up in bed with perfect stitches and a burning sensation coming from his ears. He looks in the mirror groggily too see he's been completely wiped down off the coagulated blood that was surely clinging to his skin before his mystery nurse came to visit.

Not only is he clean and completely patched up, but there's gold hanging from his ears. Both ears are double pierced with perfect hoops of gold threaded through all four new punctures, well- 2 new punctures and 2 re-punctured.

His ears burn. It stings. But the earnings look so pretty, he looks really nice with them.

He smiles.

Then, his mug breaks. His favorite mug. And it's the cherry on top of a horrible, exhausting week. He'd been so stressed and overwhelmed and all he wanted was something to drink! Why did everything have to go wrong? Why did Bruce have to yell at him for doing what he knew he needed to do!? It wasn't fair... and everything just came crashing down all at once.

Tim crumples to the floor and begins to sob uncontrollably, cradling the broken pieces of his mug in shaking hands.

He wakes up in his bed.

It's odd, because he doesn't remember taking himself to bed last night. He's pretty sure he cried himself to sleep on his less-than-clean kitchen floor.

But he's used to this by now. Passing out somewhere and ending up tucked into bed by some mysterious being that Tim still hasn't managed to figure out.

It's nice.

It's really nice actually. It's comforting to know something is caring for him and keeping him safe and he doesn't have to embarrass himself by asking for it.

Except... the space in the bed next to him is warm. That's-

That hasn't happened before....

When he pads into the kitchen it's been cleaned, top to bottom. And his mug is waiting for him on the counter.

Except it's not broken anymore.

There is his favorite mug, whole again and full of steaming tea. Tim scrunches his nose at that, he'd much prefer coffee. But the aroma is nice, soothing, and he carefully picks it up to run his fingers over the lines of gold that glue the shattered pieces together.

Kintsugi.

And then it hits him.

The hair on his neck stands up, a small shiver running through him.

Someone's been treating Tim as their personal art project. Someone's trying to mend him with gold, trying to piece all that's left of him back together like he's fractured pottery.

He doesn't know how he feels about that...

A conflicting mix of dread and warmth settling heavy in his gut, bordering on the edge of uncomfortable and pleasant fullness.

But it's not like he has the words to describe the odd sensation. ..But he likes it.

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Kicking off my art this 2024 with something a little spicy 😏😏 for my favorite bois having some alone time on Tim's boat aka the murder shack XD.

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Posted the first part of preteen parent Billy Batson on AO3, aka "Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!"

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bernard dowd is THE moment y’all

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Inspired by a stupid twitter meme 😂 but this is basically how their first meeting went like

#dc #tim drake #bernard dowd #timbern #chams art #XDXDXDXD #THIS IS ICONIC

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people at the grocery store sometimes do a visible double-take about how many vegetables I'm buying. they look at me probably thinking wow she's so healthy! it's ok that she's also buying donuts! she's earned them!

you fools. all the produce is for my pet pig. I'm eating donuts for dinner.

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Finally Bruce can be the positive reinforcement. 

(og quote from A Charlie Brown Christmas)

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they should interact

please imagine reigen as another ofa vestige but none of the other’s are really sure how he got there

#it could have been like when Mob passed his powers on to him for a while to fight Garra's 7th division hahahaha #he had the powers of One for All for like two hours and then passed them on to the next user when everyone realized the misunderstanding XD

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While I delight in Timbern's beautiful Christmas fanarts, I've been cooking up this little attempt at an AU for several weeks now.

So I just imagined Tim trying to get to Bernard to get him safe from the vampire uprising that's been brewing in the shadows, reaching out to him as a civilian and planning to confess to him that he's Robin before taking him to the Bunker under Wayne Tower to keep him safe until they can find the vampire king and get rid of him.

Only the vampire king had gotten to Bernard long before him. Dick just wants his brothers by his side helping him rule the new world he's about to create. Turning Timmy's boyfriend and using him to set him up? That's just sweetening the deal for his brother, after all he wouldn't want to separate him from the person he loves, right?

If I ever stop criticizing DC vs Vampires?, is it because I have been cloned and my clone is managing the blog after getting rid of me 😆 Ok, so I just can't help but think of an AU where Dick hasn't lost 75% of his intelligence by becoming a villain and his desire to have his brothers by his side during the world government was legitimate. (and I will never forgive him for crushing Tim's head like a watermelon without even trying to recruit him to his side).

Also, have you seen that strange and somewhat erotic loyalty of vampires towards their king? That shit never failed to catch my attention.

As if, upon conversion, there was something that was disconnected in people's brains, if humanity had a switch and it simply turned off. They reason, they talk, they think and everything, but there is something so different about them. And that's fascinating.

It reminded me a little of the demons from Sousou no Frieren, who are capable of talking, thinking, planning and a lot of things, but they are not able to understand humanity. A predator that cannot understand its prey.

I think that would be really fun to work with in an AU, but unfortunately I'm too lazy for that lol.

#my art #lorena-art #red robin #tim drake #dc #timber #bernard dowd #reblog my own art #timbern #robin tim drake #vampire dick grayson #dick grayson #dc vs vampires #vampire bernard dowd

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Tim: I'm retiring.

Dick: YOU ARE WHAT?!

Steph: You can do that?

Damian: Finally.

Tim: I'm retiring. I wasn't planning to be a vigilante my whole life.

Jason, bamboozled: You were not?

Tim: No.

Bruce, internally: Thank fuck.

Bruce, externally: Hn.

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This is me, every day I draw Tim, wondering WHAT THE HECK HIS CANON HAIR STYLE IS SUPPOSED TO BE!!!!! Long? Short? Parted? Buzzed? Spiky? Undercut? Messy? Neat? Is there a timeline? Does it go short and bowl cut, then long and shaggy, or long and shaggy then bowl cut? I DON’T KNOW!!!