#ann magnolia

[x0401x]

“I wish for this pain to disappear. Close your eyes just for now, because I want to erase our loneliness.”

#violet evergarden #veedit #fyeahvioletevergarden #allanimanga #dailyanime #anisource #fymanganime #graphics-net #kyoaniedit #animeedit #kyoani #fyanime #kyoto animation #gilbert bougainvillea #dietfried bougainvillea #ann magnolia #charlotte abelfreya drossel #damian baldur fluegel #isabella york #amy bartlett #oscar webster #angela webster #violet evergarden booklets #novel #akatsuki kana #takase akiko

[wiklec]

#violet evergarden #Akatsuki Kana #Akiko Takase #Benedict Blue #Cattleya Baudelaire #Lux #Ann Magnolia

[honeybxbygirl]

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#anime icons #anime icons aesthethic #anime aesthethic #ann magnolia #violet evergarden

[uncannyart]

#piper anne #emma magnolia #beautiful women #women

[kelbunny]

Mmmmm yes, all my favorite Octopath characters lol

#octopath traveler #champions of the continent #bravely default #bravely second #Bravely default 2 #bravely series #not tagging everyone #Though I'm curious as to why Magnolia has Battle of Anne playing in her trailer 🤔 #Is she secretly coming to lol

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @violeteverzine! I wanted to dig a little more into Clara’s story, it was so heartbreaking and I love the idea of leaving letters for the future, for those who miss you to help ease their pain and tell them all the things you’ll never have the time to.

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By the eight letter, Clara Magnolia’s voice faltered. It surprised her, a little, that she had managed to make it so far, that her aching body had carried her voice for as long as it had. When she’d first paid for this commission, she’d been afraid. There was so much she wanted to say and so little time to do it. Even now, they still had six days to go and yet another forty letters to dictate.

And her body would only get worse with time. Fortunately, her daughter Ann wasn’t peeking inside the window like she usually did—seeing Clara like this would have only made her worry. There was no time to reassure her.

As she rubbed her throat, her companion looked up from her typewriter and impassively regarded her.  Even for a Doll, there was something remarkably doll-like about Violet Evergarden, from her soft blonde hair to her distant blue-green eyes. Her delicate prosthetic fingers gleamed silver in the light as she paused. “Do you need a break?”

“A little,” Clara admitted ruefully, leaning back in her wicker chair. Bright green plants infused her sitting room with a show of life that she just didn’t feel. Picking up her tea, she wrinkled her nose as she sipped the now-cooled liquid. “I should have drank this earlier.”

“I can make you a new one,” Violet offered, her expression unchanged. It was hard to tell if she was asking out of concern or politeness.

“No, that’s fine.” Clara set down her tea once more. “Besides, I’m sure your fingers need to rest too. It must have been difficult, keeping up with my rambling thoughts.”

“No, that…that was fine.” An unreadable expression flickered across Violet’s face as she looked down at the stack of papers next to her. Her silver fingers lightly touched the sheets. “How many letters are you planning on writing?”

“As many as I can,” Clara answered honestly. With the condition her body was in, that was all she could promise. It had taken her time to save enough money to hire a Doll to write her letters, especially over the span of a week, and she knew she had to make the most of it. Even now, she could feel herself dying, her breath clawing its way out of her chest. “Forty, at least. Seventy, if I’m lucky.” She chuckled, her fingers gripping her chair tightly, the stray wicker cutting into her skin. “Forever, if I could.”

Violet tapped the paper again. Inquisitively, she asked, “Do you have a lot to say?”

Clara stared at Violet, surprised by the frankness of the question. After a moment, she laughed, a short bark that her father used to love. Another thing she had to add to the letter—the memories of a grandfather Ann would never meet. “I do. I think we all do, no matter what age we are. There’s always something more you want to tell the ones you love, always something else you need them to know.”

She picked up the closest envelope, its contents already sealed inside. Her fingers pressed against a coin stuck in the letter—it was a family tradition to give a silver coin on a child’s tenth birthday. One day, Ann would give it to her own daughter. “I’m just lucky I have a chance to put it all down on paper. Too many disappear or die without saying goodbye.”

Violet’s lips parted. Her head bowed slightly, her bangs hiding her eyes, but Clara had lived long enough to recognize a pained expression when she saw one. “It is hard,” Violet murmured, her fingers curling on her lap. “When they don’t say anything. When you can’t ask.”

Who are you thinking of? Clara almost asked, but the war was still fresh, and Violet’s prosthetics were obvious. Everyone lost someone in a hail of bullets and fire, in the bombs that had hung over their heads precariously. Even someone as young as Violet hadn’t been untouched by it all.

“It’s painful,” Clara agreed instead. She could almost see Ann in the teenager in front of her, hurt and alone. “I don’t think there is any way to stop that. There will always be unanswered questions. Unsaid things.”

Violet looked up, her expression calm once more. “Is that why you’re writing so many?”

It took Clara a moment to realize Violet was talking about the letters. She lowered her gaze to the letter in her hands, her fingers still pressed against the coin. “Partially.”

“Partially?” Violet cocked her head, perplexed.

“It might be a little vain of me,” Clara admitted, setting aside the letter as she picked up another. She could smell the flowers inside, the roses and sweet peas pressed to a page as a reminder of the greenhouse. By the time Ann got it, would she remember the other flowers that bloomed? Or would these pressings be the only survivors in her memory? “After I die, all Ann will have are her memories of me and these letters.  The memories will fade, but these letters…I hope they last. I hope she’ll have them for the years to come.”

“If…” Violet paused, hesitant. She brushed her hair behind her ear. “How do you know what to tell her?”

“I don’t,” Clara answered honestly. Death made her frank in ways her life hadn’t. “I’m trying to summarize my entire life and the life we could have had together. It’s hard to pick what to say. Anything I don’t…will be lost forever.”

Stories of her grandparents. Clara’s own memories. The way she spoke, the foods she made—even with the recipe cards she’d prepared for Ann’s eighteenth birthday, there would be so many more dishes abandoned to the stream of time. The only parts of their family, the only parts of Clara that would live on would be whatever Ann knew, whatever Ann shared.

“I suppose...I’m just picking the important things.”

Violet’s eyes widened. Her right hand clutched the green jewel pinned to her cravat. She wet her lips and breathed, “The important things?”

Clara smiled softly. “Anything that can give her my love. She’ll be lonely, but she won’t be alone.” She picked up another letter. This one had a ribbon inside, a gift for Ann’s fifteenth birthday. At that age, she’d probably have a crush or two. At that age, she’d need advice more than ever. Clara’s throat burned, filled with everything she’d never say. “I hope these words, these letters, will be there for her when I’m not.”

It was impossible, she was sure, to infuse her life into ink and parchment, to pour every ounce of her being into a hundred, even a thousand letters.

But she wanted to. She needed to.

Violet clenched her jaw, that unreadable expression back in her eyes. Her finger brushed the jewel once more. This time, when she spoke, it was with a quiet confidence. “They will be.”

It was a kind response, a polite answer, but something in Clara eased regardless. “Thank you.” Sitting up once more, she cleared her throat. “Shall we continue, then?”

“Of course.” Violet smiled briefly, her fingers already hovering over the typewriter.

Despite all that lay ahead, Clara knew her messages, her love would reach her daughter. Her gaze flickered to Violet’s pendant.

Hopefully, whoever Violet was thinking of, their messages, their love would reach Violet too.

Leaning back in her seat, Clara pictured her daughter as a bubbly, confident teenager, making the most of her gangly arms and confusing feelings. It was easy, so easy, to think about what she wanted to tell this future Ann.

“Dear Ann, happy sixteenth birthday! I’m sure you’ve gotten so big by now. Hopefully you’re taller than me. Sixteen is a special milestone, so I want to leave you something special in the envelope. It’s a pin your grandmother gave to me.”

Clara unclipped the pin on her chest, a bright, cheerful yellow pansy. Brushing its petals, she closed her eyes.

“Maybe one day, you’ll give it to your daughter and tell her stories about me.”

In her mind’s eye, she could see Ann grow, from sixteen to twenty to thirty, from child to woman to mother. At forty, her hair tied up in a bun and laugh lines showing her age as she pinned the pansy to her own daughter’s chest.

Ann looked up, her eyes still as bright as a child’s, and smiled at Clara. She mouthed, Message received.

She mouthed, I love you.

Clara opened her eyes, returning to the greenhouse and her letters. To the small Ann, still years from receiving the letter, still sullenly wondering what was happening. Violet looked at her expectantly.

She smiled. “Dear Ann, I know this is a scary time, full of changes, but everything will be okay.”

#violet evergarden #clara magnolia #anne magnolia #fanfic #their story still makes me tear up #i really do want to write about her and astro boy though #one day

[percki]

i love you female friendships in media i love you nontoxic femininity i love you girls caring for one another i love you positive examples of women unequivocally lifting each other up and supporting each other. i love you women

#i love you ann perkins and leslie knope #i love you jess and cece i love you eleanor and tahani #i love you derry girls i love you golden girls #i love you cher tai and dionne #i love you a league of their own #i love you aibileen and minny #i love you pitch perfect i love you bottoms #i love you sisterhood i love you girlhood!!! i love you!!!!!! #i love you steel magnolias #i love you booksmart #i love you little women!!! i love you bridgerton!!!! #and i love you uptown girls <3333 #talk tag

[bravely-incorrect-quotes]

[ID: Tumblr]

Anne (referring to Magnolia and Yew): me going up to straight couples like “so which one of you slits people’s throats and which one of you bakes the bodies into pies“

[Magnolia and Yew are wearing the ninja and patissier asterisks respectively.]

#bravely series #bravely incorrect quote #bravely second #anne #magnolia arch #yew geneolgia #source: tumblr #image

[moovees]

Just a post to say I actively avoid Tom Cruise movies. There are only two actors I avoid, Tom Cruise and Will Smith.

I don't own any Will Smith movies. And I only own two Tom Cruise movies:

#paul thomas anderson #magnolia #neil jordan #interview with the vampire #anne rice

[gpptraining]

Image of a medium-sized, elegant backyard dock with a pergola

#queen anne painter #water front #seattle expert painter #clyde hill painter #magnolia painter #cleft painting

[rothgalleries]

Embracing Tranquility and Witnessing Sunrise at Rafe's Chasm on Cape Ann

Rafe’s Chasm is a popular spot for sightseeing, photography, and enjoying the natural surroundings. Visitors can explore the beautiful rocky coastline, take in the breathtaking views of the Atlantic ocean and chasm, and immerse themselves in the tranquility of this natural coastal gem. It is important to note that Rafe’s Chasm is a rugged and rocky area, so it is advised to exercise caution when…

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#artwork #before sunrise #breathtaking #camera settings #Cape Ann #chasm #coastal Massachusetts #coastal New England #coastline #dawn #fine art photography #framed prints #gloucester #interiordesign #landscape photography #MA #Magnolia #massachusetts #moring #natural wonders #nature photography #New England #painting with light #parking restrictions #peace #photo tips #photography #quietude #Rafe&039;s Chasm #relaxing

[foodfalls]

Image of a medium-sized, elegant backyard dock with a pergola

#queen anne painter #water front #seattle expert painter #clyde hill painter #magnolia painter #cleft painting

[sodelafo]

Time to Wise Up

Time to Wise Up

I first became aware of Aimee Mann via her soundtrack for P.T. Anderson’s sensational ensemble movie “Magnolia”. In fact, Anderson said it was Mann’s lyrics that inspired the screenplay. If you haven’t seen it, I urge you to do so. It features an array of fabulous actors, including the late Philip Seymour Hoffman, William H. Macy, John C. Riley, Julianne Moore, Melora Walters and a sublime…

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#Aimee Mann #deathly #film director #John C. Reilly #Julianne Moore #live at st ann&039;s #Magnolia #Melora Walters #Philip Seymour Hoffman #PT Anderson #save me #Tom Cruise #William H. Macy #wise up

[don-lichterman]

Expanding her business - Queen Anne & Magnolia News

Expanding her business – Queen Anne & Magnolia News

After putting in 14-hour days for the last month in preparation for the opening of her second businesss, local businesswoman Courean Napolitano is excited for this weekend. Saturday marks the grand opening for Napolitano’s new business, Vixen Collection, situated next to Starbucks on Queen Anne Avenue North, in the former Peridot space. Napolitano has owned Vixen in Magnolia for 20 years but has…

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#Anne #business #expanding #Magnolia #News #Queen

[themikecollective]

Is there anything more funny Seattle-ite than someone introducing themselves by telling you their mom lived on the top of Queen Anne, loved magnolia, and thought ballard wasn't nice? Oh and they are a landlord

#i do still want to live on top of Queen Anne #better bus access than magnolia #csm

[chocmoon-latte]

There's this added layer of sadness to the Sole Survivor that I've never seen anyone talk about, and that's the fact you as the protagonist haven't just been stripped of your identity not just in a metaphorical sense, but a very literal one as well. Despite being frozen for 210 years, the world before would still be fresh in your mind.

Imagine walking down into The Third Rail for the first time to hear the angelic singing of Magnolia echoing throughout the establishment, and as you turn the corner to see her performing in the spotlight, your expression immediately changes as you realize... that's your dress she's wearing.

You're in Diamond City and head over to the office to talk to Mayor McDonough about asking permission to check out Kellogg's house, and when you're talking to Geneva at the front desk you notice she's wearing your mother's necklace. Or worse, you bump into Ann Codman and she's the one wearing it, and you barely get a chance to get a second glimpse at it before she huffily walks away.

You see old memories of yours for sale that you can't buy back because you don't have the money, finding belongings of yours in the most unlikely of places. Things of yours owned by people who can't be convinced that those items are still yours to you, because they can't believe you're really from all those years ago so they mock you instead.

Seeing old photos of you happy from your life before, being placed among photos of other people in buildings being used as some kind of decoration. A bitter realization and a constant reminder that you, the things you use to associate with and the people you use to associate with really are just relics of the past.

#fallout 4 #fallout #sole survivor #the idea of sole going out and trying to buy back as many things that use to belong to them as possible is heartbreaking #them just trying to find and hold onto as many memories as they can in attempt to keep themself sane #holding onto an old identity of a bygone world because they feel like they lack a sense of identity and meaning in this new world without i #realizing that whatever they worked so hard for in the past doesn't matter anymore because things are so vastly different now #and that they pretty much have to make peace with their old self and start over