#cottageco

[dreaming-of-texel]

Křimický Zámek, Křímice, Plzeň, Czech republic

#nature #garden #summer #hedgehog #countryside #forest #woods #naturecore #cottageco #grandmacore #summercore #countrycore #countrysidecore

[dabenturas]

#cottageco #cottagecore #fairycore #cats #animals #amor #gatos #witchcore #witchcraft #natural #naturaleza #verde #campo #vidaenelcampo #goblincore

[anaturaldesign]

Poem for you to go along with petals and stems eye candy from our studio. 🌺 @anaturaldesign 🌺 https://anaturaldesign.com 🌺 Auguries of Innocence BY WILLIAM BLAKE To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower  Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand  And Eternity in an hour A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage  A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons Shudders Hell thr' all its regions  A dog starvd at his Masters Gate Predicts the ruin of the State  A Horse misusd upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood  Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear  A Skylark wounded in the wing  A Cherubim does cease to sing  The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight Does the Rising Sun affright  Every Wolfs & Lions howl Raises from Hell a Human Soul  The wild deer, wandring here & there  Keeps the Human Soul from Care  The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife And yet forgives the Butchers knife  The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that wont Believe The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbelievers fright He who shall hurt the little Wren Shall never be belovd by Men  He who the Ox to wrath has movd Shall never be by Woman lovd The wanton Boy that kills the Fly Shall feel the Spiders enmity  He who torments the Chafers Sprite Weaves a Bower in endless Night  The Catterpiller on the Leaf Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief  Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly  For the Last Judgment draweth nigh  He who shall train the Horse to War Shall never pass the Polar Bar  The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat  Feed them & thou wilt grow fat  The Gnat that sings his Summers Song Poison gets from Slanders tongue  The poison of the Snake & Newt Is the sweat of Envys Foot  The poison of the Honey Bee Is the Artists Jealousy The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags  A Truth thats told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent  It is right it should be .... 🌺 You can find the ending at - https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43650/auguries-of-innocence 🌺 #flowers #poetry #florist #fluers #kirkland #kirklandwa #kirklandwashington #cottageco (at Kirkland, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc0NqloraAb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#flowers #poetry #florist #fluers #kirkland #kirklandwa #kirklandwashington #cottageco

[spoofymcgee]

classes and a cat (a qcard ficlet for trektober day 3: cottagecore)

( a/n: well. the cat is mentioned, at least.  a fic exploring the differences between captaining starfleet cadets and teaching them. there’s always something else left to learn, and when q’s involved you might even get to do it with fireworks.)

The class is not going well. Picard has been teaching for five years now, and every new wave of cadets shows up bright-eyed and full of an enthusiasm for learning that always dissolves into apathy and disappointment right before his eyes.

He surveys the sea of glazed eyes and holds back a sigh. They will acclimate, given enough time, and it’s not as though the drier details of the early branches of Starfleet’s involvement in the Earth-Romulan war are of any particular interest to him either. Considering the relatively small percentage of Earth Human students in this class–fifteen percent–it’s likely that the students are even less interested by the material than he is. Given enough time, he knows, the situation will improve. He inhales deeply, intending to get back to his lecture, and then promptly spends all of his air on a rather undignified squawk as a familiar and dearly annoying face appears out of thin air, quite close to his own. Luckily, the students appear to be similarly distracted by the spontaneous arrival of an entire floating person midair in the lecture hall. “Hello, dearest,” Q says, grinning. “You look lovely today.” “Good lord, Q!” Picard exclaims, a hand pressed above his heart, which he can feel beating in his throat. “I told you, you can’t just scare me like that!” “Mm, have you?” he asks, turning lazily in the air and peering at Picard upside-down. “I don’t seem to recall.” “Of course you don’t,” Picard grumbles, standing. “Students, this is my partner, Q. Apologies for the interruption, they’re here to…” he trails off, raising a pointed brow at Q. They consider the question for a moment and then shrugs, flipping up to sit cross-legged midair just above Picard’s shoulder. “Not for anything in particular that I can recall, but I’ve been known to forget thoughts every now and then when I have to wrap myself around Jupiter’s rings. It’s the meteoroids, I think.” Picard sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, if you don’t need anything in particular–yes, Mme Tala?” “Are they the same Q from your mission reports from your time served captaining the Enterprise?” she asks, dropping her hand to tug nervously at the end of her braid. “We read a few of them in Applications of General Order 1 yesterday.” Picard smiles, ever-so-slightly. “Indeed. It has been many years since our first encounter, though, and Q and I have resolved several of the differences described in those accounts.” “Yeah, I’ve discovered I have a rather significant affection for humanity after all, if you catch my meaning,” Q tells her, bouncing his eyebrows meaningfully. There’s a smattering of choked back giggles from around the classroom and they bask in it, flipping back upside-down. “Q!” Picard protests, scandalized. “If all you’re here for is to embarrass the both of us in front of my students, I’d much rather you leave!” Q pouts, dropping to face him in a standing position, several inches above the floor. “Aw, darling, don’t be like that. You know how much I love to watch you in your element. I’ll reel in the licentiousness, I promise.” “You’ll distract the students,” Picard points out. “Between your airborne antics and unrestrained commentary, I’d hardly blame them!” “You find me distracting, dearest?” Q asks, batting his eyelashes. Picard narrows his eyes and they bite their lip sulkily, crossing their arms. “Um, professor?” one of the students interrupts. “I don’t think we’d mind that much, actually, or at least I wouldn’t.” They look around and receive a wave of assent throughout the classroom before turning back to Picard. “It might add something to the learning experience, to get a fresh perspective, especially one from an ancient, omniscient being.”

Picard frowns, surveying the students, who seem to have perked up quite a bit in Q’s presence. “Mm. Well, I suppose, assuming Q doesn’t mind…” “You know, actually, I think I napped through most of that,” Q says shiftily, floating toward the ceiling, prepared to bolt now that they’re being threatened with work. “That is a lie, and we both know it,” Picard shoots back. The class snickers. “Last week at brunch you regaled Beverly with several stories of questionable appropriateness from the week you spent in Captain Jonathan Archer’s company in 2153.” Q’s face twists up grumpily, coming back down now that their excuse has been thwarted. “Oh, Beverly. Fine, well, what do you want to know, children?” Every single hand in the classroom shoots up. Picard feels vaguely jealous for a moment, but the amusement Q’s horrified expression brings him drowns out any other emotion.

Two days later, they pop out of thin air as Picard is hunched over his desk drawer, hunting for the lesson prop he’s sure he left there yesterday. ‘Pops’ in a literal sense as well as a metaphorical one: there are tiny, sparking fireworks that crackle out across the classroom in a wave to announce Q’s arrival. Then, Picard’s back crepitates in protest as he startles, straightening far too quickly for his age. “Q!” he exclaims. “Must you scare the daylights out of me every time you visit me at work?” “And if I must?” he asks loftily, lounging in the airspace of Picard’s desk. Then he grins, producing a detailed weapon recreation from his pocket. “You left this at home, mon capitaine.” Picard sighs, aggravated at his faulty memory. “Thank you, Q. And, you know, that really isn’t the correct phrase anymore.” Q leans down to whisper in his ear. “That wasn’t what you said last night. In fact, I seem to recall there being a great deal more of–” Picard claps a hand over their mouth, pushing their face away. “That’s quite enough of that, thank you,” he says, feeling his ears burn scarlet. There’s a smattering of badly repressed laughter throughout the classroom. “I don’t suppose you’re staying for class today? We’re covering the start of the Federation-Klingon war, and I believe you told me–” “Nope!” Q interrupts hastily, producing a paper bag from the intricate folds of their robe. “Just came to bring you that and lunch, and I really must go now, there are tomatoes to be harvested and a cat to be pet. You know how it is,” he tells the students, who mostly giggle and nod. “See you later, sweetums, I’ll make sure to give Bella your love.” With that, he disappears, leaving behind another wave of tiny fireworks to fizzle out slowly over the classroom In the sparking wake, one of the students raises xer hand. “You have a cat, professor?” “Unfortunately,” Picard sighs. “Chickens, too, though you wouldn’t think they would get along, would you? On that note, this,” he clicks the holographic display to the next 3d diagram, “Was a farming planet called Phrythia…” Two weeks pass, with Q putting in sporadic appearances of varying lengths in all of Picard’s classes. As a professor of history, he teaches nearly all the first year cadets, with only more specialized classes of students who have a genuine interest in the subject beyond that. 

The change in their behavior towards him is drastic in the younger students, but it’s the older ones that shock him the most. As far as he’d been aware until this point, most of the cadets in the advanced classes more than tolerated him at the least and quite enjoyed their classes at the most. Yet in the past two weeks nearly every student had been markedly warmer towards him, as well as more attentive even in the classes that Q didn’t attend. He’s curled up on the plush sofa, contemplating the change over a cup of tea when Q arrives home, dropping directly from space into their living room, if the lingering scent of acrid smoke and dust is anything to go off of. “Ugh, I can’t believe Q,” he says, kicking out of his knee-high boots and starting to shimmy his starry robe off. “They started off the discussions today with bringing up humans again. As though Starfleet didn’t just resolve three major extraterrestrial conflicts in the past month. What’s it gonna take for them to realize that you all use your power for the good, and won’t let each other do anything else?” Picard hums, setting his mug on the side table and digging fingers into Q’s ankles when they drop them in his lap. “Well, we haven’t always done that. They have a decent bit of rather monumental history on their side.” Q sniffs. “Monumental to you,” he says, and then, catching sight of Picard’s expression, “to us. Not to the Continuum, I assure you. No, she’s just being an asshole for no reason.” He flaps a hand, as though brushing the whole affair away. “Never mind that, darlingest. How was your day?” Picard sighs, dropping his gaze to Q’s calves, which have started to go hazy and smoky beneath his fingers. Infinite space, clouded through with stardust and solar systems–a reflection of Q’s true form, most of which is currently wrapped around the planets nearest Earth. “Have I really been such a terrible teacher all these years?” “Oh, mon capitaine, no,” Q says, pulling his legs away to tuck his toes beneath Picard’s thigh. “It’s simply that my presence has caused them to see the emotional side of you that is your motivation, rather than just the professional face you put on to interact with them. They feel they can relate to you more now, that’s all. Your teaching style is not the problem.” Picard frowns, unconvinced. “Is that not a flaw as well, then?” “Hm. No, I don’t think so,” Q disagrees, sitting up fully. “Emotional displays have never come naturally to you–you’re a very reserved person. There’s nothing wrong with that. It allows your students to focus more on the material and cover more in each class session instead of socializing. That in turn allows them more time to review at the end of the term, which improves their grades. A slightly more friendly relationship wouldn’t impact that disproportionately though, and it might encourage a deeper understanding of the material.” Picard mulls over this, picking up his tea cup and sipping from it. “That makes sense, I suppose. How did you come to such a conclusion?” Q puffs their chest out. “I am a god, Jean-Luc. I have a complete and comprehensive knowledge of human beings. Such rudimentary behavior patterns are easy to understand.” Picard snorts. “You mean you got lucky, mon cœur.”

Q gasps in offense. “How dare you insinuate that I have any dealings with luck? I am hurt, I am offended, I am–” the pillow smacks him square in the nose and knocks him clean off the plush sofa and onto the soft crocheted rug Worf had made for them years ago. Q stares up at him bewilderedly, sprawled on the floor. “I think I may have forgotten to remember to have weight.” That’s the last straw: Picard nearly doubles over with laughter, trying to placate his spouse between snorts.

“You don’t need to laugh so,” Q complains. “It was an honest mistake, you know.”

 “I know, darling. I don’t mind; it means I can do this,” Picard says, wiping the tears from his eyes and standing to scoop Q off the ground and carry him off down the hall. “Oh, I do love it when you carry me,” Q sighs, bringing a hand to his brow like a fainting damsel. “Take me to my boudoir, mon capitaine.”

#jean luc picard #picard tng #q #q tng #star trek #tng #qcard #picard x q #cottagecoe (kinda) #teaching #starfleet academy #involuntary bring-your-spouse-to-work week #cryptid q #i have watched exactly eight episodes of tng and only one of them had q in it #but he's so fuckin annoying and it delights me #and then i saw like five gifsets of that one scene from picard s2 #and this got stuck in my head #it's too fuckin late and im getting up in 3 hours #trektober #trektober 2022 #trektober day 3 #my writing

[simsycatx]

Introducing Bramblebry Cottage

2 bed 2 bath cottage § 122,187 furnished 50 x 40 lot

A quaint 18th-century cottage, kept in the same family for generations, set in the sleepy village of Henford-on-Bagly.

I've put my ramblings and some screenshots of inside below if you want to read the backstory otherwise you can find it on the gallery under user ID SimsyCatx, use bb.moveobjects and find the CC/DLC list here too 😊

The family who lives here can be found here: The Coopers

I built this cottage home for the Coopers.

Basically, Bramblebry Cottage is a super old cottage from centuries ago, specifically because I built a large ass fireplace that I thought looked kinda cool and old. Kinda like the fireplaces you see in grade-listed English Manor homes. I don’t think it would be too misplaced in a witch cottage either. I just really love the fireplace, I think it looks super cosy. I don't think it's amazingly realistic, but I still like it!

The Cooper family has owned the lot since before the cottage was even there. They were the ones who turned the land into a little farm and they built that beautiful fireplace. The cottage is mostly original although a bathroom was added onto the back of the house and the upstairs was altered to include an upstairs bathroom too. Just because you own an old-ass cottage doesn’t mean you need to poop in an outhouse.

I wanted the inside to be cosy and dated; I think it would smell kinda musty and old inside too, in a good way if that makes sense? The furniture is mostly inherited throughout the generations which is why it doesn’t really match well. You get what you get when you have hand-me-downs. The exception is Flossie Cooper’s room, I thought that (as a teen) she’d try to decorate her room to fit her, but she does still have the old furniture because she doesn’t really have a choice for the bigger stuff. She basically does what she can to make it her own space.

Please excuse the poor landscaping, I’d like to say it’s because the occupants spend more time farming than they can on gardening so their garden is neglected but I’m sorry to say that I’m the one who sucks at it. I’m hoping to get better, but you might want to amend it if you use this build.

All the fireplaces work nicely, the downstairs fireplace needs to be lit from the living room side though. AFAIK, it should work good. Make sure you have bb.moveobjects on when placing.

#ts4 builds #my builds #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 house #the sims 4 build #ts4 cottage living #ts4 cottage #sims 4 cottageco #ts4 lots #ts4 home tour #simblr #sims 4 cc heavy #ts4 farm #henford on bagley #sims real estate

[monstersandmaw]

This is my favourite order yet I think! If it’s yours, thank you!

#pack with me #Etsy #ghosti makes stuff #resin

[kbworthsaving]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 80's Coldwater Creek Leather Belt M Mustard Tan Pleated Ruffle Cottageco.

[robynonposh]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Mobility Cream Rami Popcorn Cable Knit Sweater Coastal Cottageco….

[tamlovesfashion]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Free People Skirt |Way of The Wind | Floral Print Stretch Boho Cottageco….

[dreaming-of-texel]

Kamýk, Švihov, Plzeň, Czech republic

#Nature #Forest #Woods #Tree #Plant #Summer #Countryside #Mushroom #Greene #Naturecore #Cottagecoe #Grandmacore #Forestcore #Countrycore #Countrysidecore #Summercore

[lumichenart]

Intuition 👁‍🗨 .

We made it to the first Friday of 2022 🌿 How’re you doing? Tired and exhausted yet? Still pumped? I’m trying to stay productive and on top of life but I can’t say I don’t welcome the weekend~ 

#fox #fox art #artwork #artist #artist on tumblr #witchcraft #witchy vibes #animal art #ethereal #fantasy art #cottageco #aesthetic #vulpes

[eudaemoniarecords]

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writing #literature #literature lovers #cottageco #dark academia #modern poetry

[thirteeny13]

#dress #fashion #cottage core #cottageco #shabby chic #vintage #kfashion #jfashion #floral #pastel

[heartofmotherearth]

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my momma's pregnant!! and i wanted to embroider a cute surprise for her and this is what came out of that !! i'm very happy with how this turned out and hope u like it

#embroidered #crochet #crafts #baby #peaceandlove #art #artsy #cottageco #lovecore #farmcore #warmcore #goblincore #grandmacore #lightacademia #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #aesthetic

[ya-el]

John-Mark Smith on Unsplash

#academia #academic #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #books #literary #light acadamia aesthetic #light academia #q #window #cottageco

[warholfig]

for more please check out my insta: liv_lord

#mine #faebee #craftkiddo #buzzflower #cottage core #Model #fashion #witch #witchtok #witchtober #cottage academia #cottageco #light academia #dark academia #Aesthetic #hygge aesthetic