#lillian miller

[the-cricket-chirps]

Lillian Miller

Snow on Temple Roofs

1934

#lillian miller #woodcut #woodblock print #block printing #japanese shrine #snow scene #print making #woman artist #women artists #modern art #art history #aesthetictumblr #tumblraesthetic #tumblrpic #tumblrpictures #tumblr art #tumblrstyle #artists on tumblr

[sockscosyquarters]

Lillian drawings

#lillian miller #oc #digital drawing #digital art #original character #digital sketch #digital doodle #artists on tumblr #queer artist #character design #artist on kofi

[hphmmatthewluther]

Weekend With the Grays - Day 1: Back at Winbourne

Here we go! Thanks to @endlessly-cursed for organising this lovely event, and for the wonderful character of Prim! This also features a mention of Malcolm, who belongs to @gaygryffindorgal, Helen, one of @camillejeaneshphm 's wonderful characters, and the mention of one of their others....

A small black carriage being pulled along by a single Abraxan thundered through the trees, the mighty stallion seemingly knowing where to go on instinct. Inside the carriage, a young man with bright scarlet hair tinkered and fidgeted with a collection of gears and cogs with a thin golden screwdriver. The woman sitting next to him placed her hand on one of his own, hers just about larger than his.

"Dear, it'll be alright, I promise." Helen Graham said to her husband, smiling down at him. She too had red hair, though hers was more orange. "We're here to celebrate, not to mourn or worry." she reminded him, her voice still retaining a Louisiana accent.

Fred sighed, leaning back on his seat. "I know, I know...I just wonder if he knows that."

"He's not your responsibility." Helen said, sharply. "If he does show up tonight, he knows full well that he's expected to be Merry."

"That's just the thing, though." Fred put the gizmo he was working on back in his pocket as the trees started to clear. "The grief hasn't dimmed his wits. He knows he's being unreasonable, but it's as if he physically can't help it. It must be driving him mad."

"Well, maybe this would do him some good. If Prim can't get him smiling again, no one can." Helen declared, as the huge estate very quickly appeared out their windows.

"I do wish you wouldn't jinx it like that, dear." Fred said, chuckling in spite of himself.

"I'll jinx you in a minute. I'm not having you both moping about, alright?" Helen said, a smirk on her face as the Abraxan pulled in outside Winbourne.

The pair got out, Fred checking the time on a gold and scarlet pocket watch of his own design. "Just on time, I think." He observed, putting it back in his pocket.

Helen leant forward and look at it before he stuffed it away, noticing a small hourglass at its center. "Don't tell me you put one of your Time-Turners in there?" she asked, incredulously.

"It's not a Time-Turner...it's also a Time-Teller, see?" Fred replied, that full grin returning to his face once more. "Come on, we ought to find our hosts."

They walked up the steps towards the gates, Fred pointing out things that caught his eye as they moved through the snow, Helen doing very much the same. It helped that Helen was able to use her Ancient Magic to keep the snow off of them, and Fred was able to slow down the snowflakes so they were suspended in time, very slowly completing their descent. Soon, though, they made it to the front doors, and the one on the left opened to reveal the Viscountess of Winbourne, Primrose Gray herself.

"Prim!" Fred exclaimed on impulse, earning him a raised eyebrow and laugh from his wife. At this point, of course, they had all known each other for years, and were used to Fred saying what came from the heart almost instantly. "...I mean, ah, Good evening, Lady Primrose. It truly is a pleasure to see you."

Prim smiled at the both of them. "Good evening, Fred, Helen. It is always wonderful to see you both. How was the journey? Not too snowy?"

Helen smiled a little and nodded. "Not for us, of course, or our Abraxan." she said, gesturing to the large horse. "A gift from Baroness Osada. She's got...quite a few equines back in Poland."

"I'm sure she does." Prim nodded, looking back briefly into the warm interior of the building. "Well, please, come right in, Malcolm will show you where you can put your coats."

Helen, who to this day had not acclimated to the British winter, nodded rapidly before following Malcolm inside. Fred took a step forward too, but paused. Prim stopped as well, looking over to him. "Something the matter, Fred?"

In his years dealing with it, Fred had found that he had developed almost a sixth sense when it came to telling where ancient magic was nearby. And he felt a very familiar source of it walking through the snow behind him. "...I do believe that's Mr Doherty approaching the gates."

Fred watched as Prim stepped outside, still a little shell-shocked that Atticus had even bothered to show up. Then again, at times the man now shuffling through the night looked like a stranger. His green eyes lacked that brilliant shine he had whenever he came up with a brilliant idea (or any idea for that matter), and his clothes seemed to flow around him, shifting in and out of the darkness. But what really surprised Fred was the fact that on his best friend's head, covering his jet-black hair, was a hat.

A Hat. If it were any other gentleman of the period, nobody would have batted an eye. In fact, it was what gentleman were expected to wear. Yet, here he was, in a hat, walking into Winbourne. Hell must have been as cold as it was outside that night. Fred wasn't sure what to do, but perhaps that was why he wasn't the one hosting. Atticus looked up at Fred and Prim, his expression unreadable. Lady Primrose kept the door held open. "Good evening, Atticus," she said, as the wind howled, the moon appearing briefly in between the clouds. "Welcome to Winbourne. Please, come in, you look frozen, poor thing."

Atticus blinked, clearly not having expected that. Fred recognised the expression now. It was the look he'd always give Lillian whenever she caught him out on a flaw in his logic. "...Thank you, Lady Primrose." he said, almost out of social etiquette. Good evening to you, too." And with that, he was up the stairs and walking into the house. Fred came in afterwards, followed by Prim. In a weird way, he had almost expected the cold to follow Atticus through into the house, but with Prim and Malcolm showing them to a cloakroom to drop off their cloaks and bags, Fred felt a small amount of warmth returning to him.

He looked over to his best friend. Maybe he felt it too.

#hp victorian era #wwtgsolstice23 #fred graham #helen walsh #primrose gray #malcom stolberg-burke #atticus doherty #lillian miller

[lillian-the-florist]

Lillian Miller ‘Lilly’ - Lackadaisy OC

Open/ Non-Mutuals and OCs Welcome

MultiShip, MultiVerse, MultiMuse, MultiThread Friendly

SFW and NSFW Content

18+ Only

Current MA: N/A

The Garden - Rules - About - Ref Sheet

#Lillian Miller #art #oc #self promo

[endlessly-cursed]

𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑨 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯. Indeed, Sara Rosier's dorm was interesting, for many of her friends were interesting on their own right. Minerva Kennedy was a daughter of a murdered politician; Lillian was from a wealthy family and an overbearing mother; Genevieve Davenport was a criminal and a kleptomaniac; Lydia Ellis was a fellow socialite and Persephone Gould had very interesting powers.

These women had a deep bond and were supporters of one another, and despite having some differences, they loved each other still and were Sara's rock and made her Hogwarts years more bearable.

Minerva belongs to @unfortunate-arrow / Lillian belongs to @camillejeaneshphm / Genevieve belongs to @gaygryffindorgal / Lydia belongs to @beloved-bucky / Persephone belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier

#hogwarts legacy #hphl #oc: sara rosier #persephone gould #minerva kennedy #lydia ellis #lillian miller #genevieve davenport #ravenclaw #ravenclaw dorm #harry potter: hogwarts legacy

[camillejeaneshphm]

i finished something!

ocs mentioned belong to @hphmmatthewluther, @beloved-bucky @endlessly-cursed, @unfortunate-arrow, @slytherindisaster, and @nightmaresart

actual fic is under the cut, but please reblog and comment if you liked this :)

since when did hogwarts have a ballroom?

the swell of violins from inside the perplexing chamber was most certainly real, though, and lillian brushed out a wrinkle in her skirt before making her way into the crush of people. 

immediately overwhelmed, she pushed her way to the side of the ballroom, where she took a seat and waited to be asked to dance. just like she had been trained. the pinch of her corset made it hard to breathe, though it wasn’t even particularly tight. everything was loud and bright. 

to steady herself, lillian decided to pick a dancing couple to watch while she calmed down. her eyes fell on her cousin noah, dancing with a girl lillian remembered as skadi otteson. though she couldn’t see noah’s face, the way he stood and the gentle way his hand rested on miss ottesen’s waist spoke of sheer adoration. lillian was happy for her dear cousin, of course, but an ache formed in her heart of hearts as she fretted about never being loved like that. 

as she scanned the ballroom, eyes settling on other dancers, a soft tap to her shoulder made her jump. 

a familiar pair of forest-green eyes and an expression she hadn’t seen on this boy’s face before…

atticus doherty cleared his throat and extended a hand, a dusting of pink across his pale cheeks. she hadn’t seen him speak to anyone except frederick graham so far, and yet there he stood. 

“care to dance?”

————-

if damian maccarrick was going to be honest (which he always tried to be), he hated balls. he hated all the pretentious people who had never spent a day stealing to feed their siblings. he hated looking at his own shabby, frayed robes that aoife had patched a hundred times and knowing that he would never fit in. 

he did like the free food, though. 

he stood against the wall. he knew it was bad form, not dancing with any of the young ladies without partners, but. he couldn’t bring himself to dance with a woman. 

his gaze was, instead, drawn to a classmate. one he had loved from afar for so many years. 

lewis gallach. 

lewis was also standing against the wall, arms crossed. damian itched to talk to him, to take him in his arms and kiss him until neither of them could breathe and say everything bubbling under the surface for so so long. 

but he didn’t. 

instead damian leaned against the wall with a glass of punch in his scarred hands and his shabby robes still too small and hoped, dreamed, prayed for a world where he could love lewis openly. 

a world where he could tell him. 

but not today. 

so he stopped and hoped and dreamed and didn’t notice the rustle of robes as lewis moved closer and didn’t even notice until the smaller man’s shoulder was against his. 

a hand slipped into his…

————

helen walsh had always known, distantly, that she didn’t fit into this high english society. 

never was it more evident, though, than here. 

her american-styled cotton dress looked plain with all the glitz and gold of the others in the room. 

she pretended she didn’t mind, of course, being aloof would be her salvation. 

but her difference was eating her alive. 

she brushed a loose scarlet curl back and closed her eyes as she sat, desperate to get the night over with as fast as she could. 

the ballroom - where had that come from, anyway? - was filled with people laughing and talking and dancing and usually helen would be desperate to be in the center of the excitement but now, now she just hid in the corner and begged that no one would notice her fraying hem or her shoes that didn’t fit right. 

whispers of silk and hints of chiffon whisked by her and she smoothed a hand over her rough cotton gown, hoping they didn’t notice the way it stuck out. 

a weight settled on the sofa next to her but she didn’t look up, only trying to hide the runs in her stockings. 

a familiar voice spoke, then, and she jumped. 

“hey, what’s wrong?” asked fred graham. 

————

lady georgia coventry was fully in her element. 

switching from dance partner to dance partner as she laughed and twirled and let her gold skirts float around her, this was the place she belonged. 

as the song ended, she made her way off the floor to find her next partner, but was waylaid by primrose gray. 

“georgia, have you seen-“ prim stopped for a moment to breathe. she seemed exhausted, for some reason. 

“have i see what, exactly?” georgia asked, scanning the room eagerly. there went the kennedys…

primrose took another breath. “have you seen….have you seen laurent?”

georgia rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “i saw him by the punch not long ago, you might want to try there.”

a hint of a blush dusted itself across her friend’s cheeks as she excused herself, leaving georgia alone again and without a partner for the dance. just her luck. 

as she turned to go sit down - her feet could use a break anyway - she ran into something. 

rather, someone. 

adam ellis’s familiar voice ran through georgia’s very core as he murmured “hello, lady.”

curse her petite frame! she separated herself from him and scowled fiercely, biting out an apology. she was the future duchess of coventry, for merlin’s sake, and she could not be caught-

oh. he was warm. 

he offered her a smile, extended his hand, and whispered “might i have this dance?” 

“that’s not the phrase, idiot.” georgia shot back, but nonetheless she took his offer. 

————

lillian sat, frozen, for a moment. atticus seemed to take this as a rejection and made to leave, shoulders beginning to slump, but lillian caught his hand in her own. 

“wait- i didn’t mean-“

he turned back, then, and lillian was rendered breathless. 

“i…yeah. i want to dance with you.”

a hint of a smile made its way over his face as she took his hand and they made their way to the floor. 

as they began the dance, lillian realized that she was home. 

————

damian’s hands fisted in lewis’s shirt as he pulled him closer for what was not the first time. maybe he had too much champagne, but lewis wasn’t complaining either. 

the other boy’s lips were soft and plump and everything damian wanted as one hand dropped to lewis’s waist and pulled him even closer. 

damian knew he couldn’t have this forever. he knew that, in all likeliness, he could only have lewis for their school days before he lost him again. 

but he has him now, their lips moving together and lewis’s hands on his shoulders and damian’s hands on lewis’s waist. 

the chatter of the ballroom seemed to quiet as damian broke the kiss so both of them could catch their breath, damian still holding lewis close to him. both of them were rumpled and rosy, and lewis’s lips were as swollen as damian’s own felt. 

damian felt a reflexive laugh slip from his lips as he ran a hand through his dark curls and pressed a soft kiss against lewis’s cheekbone. 

the smaller man just let out a sigh and laid his head on damian’s shoulder, where he stayed. 

maybe they would be all right. 

————-

helen jumped as fred spoke and he raised his hands in surrender. 

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you, but you seemed upset…”

helen sighed. “i dunno…i don’t fit in with any of these people, yknow? i ain’t ever fit in, and i doubt i ever will.”

fred smiled, though something lurked just behind his eyes. “yeah, me too, i guess. all these people come from everything, but i’ve got nothing, yeah?”

helen nudged him with her shoulder. “you’ve got me, though, hm?” 

fred grinned, genuine this time. “yeah, i sure do.” 

————

adam’s hand on georgia’s waist felt better than she had anticipated, in all honesty. 

despite the fact they’d spent the previous few school years bickering, he was steady and gentle as they danced. she looked up at him, getting lost in his chocolate eyes as the steps to the dance ran through her mind. 

a crescendo, then, and he twirled her and caught her close to his broad chest. she couldn’t help the way her breath caught at their closeness. 

but no. she couldn’t feel this way for adam ellis. that would be preposterous. absurd. 

and yet…

butterflies fluttered in her stomach in time with the music and, though it may have been her imagination, she could’ve sworn he pulled her closer. 

the song came to an end and they bowed before georgia made her way to get punch and sit down. as she made her way towards the couch, a now-familiar hand caught her wrist. 

“miss coventry….” he began. “would you…like to do that again?” 

despite herself, a hint of a smile crossed georgia’s face. 

“i would love to.”

#skylar attempts to write #lady georgia coventry #lillian miller #damian maccarrick #helen walsh #noah taylor #skadi ottesen #fred graham #lewis gallach #atticus doherty #adam ellis #hphl #hphl ballroom fic #once again please reblog and/or comment if you enjoyed

[potionboy3]

| Carmine Elderberry | Lillian Miller | Friendship aesthetic | HPHL |   When Carmine first started at Hogwarts, she didn’t feel like she’d belong. She was shy and scared of people, not being used to being around them. In classes she would often sit next to Lillian Miller because she was also quiet and didn’t like attention. 

Lillian belongs to the lovely @camillejeaneshphm

#Carmine Elderberry #lillian miller #hphl #hphl aesthetic #my aesthetic

[nicos-oc-hell]

salut! any headcanons for the lillian and johnny friendship?

Hey Adrian! I have so many for my little loner and Lillian!

It might take a while for Johnny to warm up to Lillian but once they do, they become friends for life

I feel like the two of them would have little competitions with puzzles not like 🧩 but brain teasers that make you think hard and whoever gets it faster treats the other to a lunch during hogsmeade trips

Lily keeps Johnny from doing stupid stuff while Johnny tries to convince Lily to do stupid stuff with him

They work on projects together for help of a different perspectives, Johnny likes to take a creative look on stuff while I think Lily would take a theoretical look on it instead

Horrible puns all the time

Shakespeare stuff

#ffwf #other ocs #lillian miller #johnny tazar #hphl headcanons #hphl mc #harry potter: hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #hphl

[pazzesco]

Marilyn Monroe as Lillian Russell. Russell was one of the most famous actresses & singers at the turn of the century, known for her beauty & style, as well as for her voice and stage presence.

Marilyn Monroe as Theda Bara, silent film star from 1914 – 1926.

In 1958 Monroe posed for a series of photographs taken by Richard Avedon for Life Magazine. The photographs were to accompany an article titled “Fabulous Enchantresses” where Monroe recreated five famous actresses, Lillian Russell, Theda Bara, Clara Bow, Jean Harlow, & Marlene Dietrich. Though Avedon was not completely happy with the photographs, the pictures appeared in the Christmas issue of Life. This issue also included her husband, playwright Arthur Miller's article “My Wife” which introduced Monroe’s “Fabulous Enchantresses”.

Monroe as Clara Bow.

Monroe as Jean Harlow.

Monroe as Marlene Dietrich.

Here's 3 year old Norma Jean on the beach with her mother Gladys in 1929

#marilyn monroe #marlene dietrich #jean harlow #clara bow #theda bara #lillian russell #vintage photography #vintage #arthur miller #richard avedon #1958 #50's

[justasimblr]

Rest in peace Eugenia Hill.

#sims 4 #decades challenge #hill legacy #gen 2 #1900s #eugenia hooper #beatrice hill #sarah hill #lillian hill #christan hill #sage miller #emma hill finch #ellen hill finch

[fashionbooksmilano]

Female View

Modefotografinnen von dem Moderne bis zum Digitaken Zeitalter

Women Fashion Photographers from Modernity to the Digital Age

Edited by Antje-Britt Mählmann for the Kunsthalle St. Annen, text(s) by Nadine Barth, Antje-Britt Mählmann, Eugenie Shinkle, Monika Frank, Diana Weis

Hatje Cantz, Berlin 2022, 192 pages, 120 images, hardcover, German, 17 x 23.50 cm,   ISBN  978-3-7757-5232-9

euro 45,00

email if you want to buy :[email protected]

Female View focuses on women's fashion photography. Although this medium has been shaped by female photographers for decades, a large number of publications or exhibitions have focused primarily on the male view of the female body. Numerous fashion photographers worked for influential magazines such as Harper's Bazar or Vogue and thus shaped the style of their time. Using exemplary positions, this book traces the change in the photographic image from the 1940s to the present day: from the fashion magazine to the exhibition space and the coffee table book to video staging and digital self-staging in social media today.

Works by: Lillian Bassman, Sibylle Bergemann, Louise Dahl-Wolfe, Madame d'Ora, GABO, Ingeborg Hoppe, Nadine Ijewere, Liv Liberg, Ute Mahler, Charlotte March, Lee Miller, Sarah Moon, Amber Pinkerton, Elizaveta Porodina, Regina Relang, Bettina Rheims, Charlotte Rohrbach, Alice Springs (June Newton), Deborah Turbeville, Ellen von Unwerth and Yva.

Kunsthalle St. Annen  - The Lübeck Museums  20.3.-3.7.2022

Moyland Castle, Bedburg-Hau  9/24/2022 – 1/15/2023

15/11/22

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#Femal View #women fashion photographers #fashion exhibition catalog #Kunsthalle St.Annen 2022 #Lee Miller #Yva #Madame d'Ora #Regina Relang #Louise Dahl-Wolfe #Lillian Bassman #Alice Spring #Sarah Moon #Bettina Rheims #Ellen von Unwerth #Deborah Turbeville #fashion books #fashionbooksmilano

[perfettamentechic]

7 aprile … ricordiamo …

7 aprile … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2021: Dilip Kumar, pseudonimo di Mohammed Yusuf Khan, attore indiano. Si sposò con Saira Banu nel 1966. (n. 1922) 2021: James Hampton, James Wade Hampton, attore statunitense. Sposò l’attrice Mary Deese. (n. 1936) 2021: Robert Downey Sr., nato Robert John Elias, attore, sceneggiatore e regista statunitense. Padre di Robert Downey Jr. Figlio di Elizabeth McLauchlen, modella e Robert Elias Sr.,…

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#7 aprile #Allen Garfield #Allen Goorwitz #Betty Blythe #Brenda Ann Benet #Brenda Benet #Dilip Kumar #Elizabeth Blythe Slaughter #Geoffrey Bond Lewis #Geoffrey Lewis #Gordon Parks #Gordon Roger Alexander Buchannan Parks #Henry Ford #James Hampton #James Wade Hampton #John Agar #Lillian McKim Rousseau #Lillian Pulitzer Rousseau #Lilly Pulitzer #Maria Michi #Marilyn Miller #Marilynn Miller #Mary Ellen Reynolds #Maurice Rentner #Maurice Rentner Limited #Nick Stuart #Ricordiamo #Robert Downey Sr. #Robert John Elias #Seymour Cassel

[sockscosyquarters]

Lillian, Ramona and Bonnie!

#this is when they all work for Henry #Lillian kills her mother and helps make her possessed to prove loyalty #whereas Ramona and Bonnie are forced to work for the cult after they survive the possession breakout in the morgue #:) #Also btw Lillian’s mother is Lucy #the bunny lady possessed who is in CQ:ROTC #Lillian Miller #Ramona Kerry #Bonnie Bang #cosy quarters #Cosy Quarters: The Dream Many Wish #oc #original character #digital sketch #digital doodle #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #digital art #character design #original story #queer artist #non binary artist

[hphmmatthewluther]

Weekend With the Grays - Day 3: The Gazebo Cocktail Party

Thanks once again to @endlessly-cursed for organising this and for Prim! Thank you also to @camillejeaneshphm for Helen, Noah and Lillian, @catohphm for Danny, and @mjs-oc-corner for Bella!

"Oh, Atticus, get under here with us." Fred insisted, his arm around Helen's as they walked the Gazebo with the others. Atticus turned around to face him, still looking despondent, and shook his head.

"I am fine, thank you." he said,shivering a little. "I've got my...oh." He reached up for the hat he had worn upon arriving. It wasn't on his head, and the snow was nestling itself within his hair, giving him an admittedly quite humorous-looking salt-and-pepper hairstyle.

"You never were one for hats, Doherty." Helen chuckled, her arm raised slightly as she kept the snow off of her and her husband, "You must have gone out without it on instinct."

Atticus scowled, but relented, walking over next to Fred, and wiping the snow off of his hair with his hands. Fred happened to look over as he did so, and saw strange black splotches moving along them. "Doing more shadow magic, I take it?"

Atticus looked over at Fred, then at his hand, wiling the dark splotches to fade away. "We are all at liberty to use our powers how we like. I can experiment with mine, Helen can command the weather to be however she likes, and you can patent and sell yours to the masses."

Fred shifted uncomfortably, but Helen cut in before he could respond. "You disapprove of how we've made our fortune?"

"No. I disapprove of the fact that there aren't more controls on it. I'm glad that you've decided to have it be Ministry controlled, but I do wonder if they'll give it the attention it deserves-"

"Alright, alright, let's not get into politics." Fred said, raising his arms above his head to hush both Atticus and Helen. "We can talk about this later. The last thing we want to do is start a debate around the Ministry...at least, right now." He suggested, gesturing to the Gazebo whose steps they now climbed.

"No, I suppose that would be a disaster." Atticus said, smirking. "Thank you for letting me enjoy the use of your ancient magic, Helen." he said, moving forward and into the Gazebo to greet the others.

Fred and Helen did the same, before walking to the side and looking out over the snowy estate. "He seems a lot better now. I guess actually doing some dancing was good for him. He seemed to enjoy dancing with you, too."

"Well, I can't take all the credit." Helen said, smirking. "Prim helped as well. I overheard them talking about that plant he gave her, remember? Back when everyone kept spreading rumours about them being a thing?"

Fred nodded, leaning on the wood of the Gazebo. "That certainly was a wild time. Seemed like everyone had rumours flying around about them."

"Considering half of us had ancient magical powers, and some of us flew to France and back one night, it's not surprising our love lives were scrutinised." Helena observed, "It's why I love how you can stop time...give us a place nobody can see us. Atticus and Prim could have used that back then." She gestured over to them, as they talked to Danny Gibson and his partner Bella, who had just entered the Gazebo, Atticus looking far less standoffish than he had a few hours ago.

"Yeah...especially that time I saw them kiss." Fred said, in a lowered tone.

Helen looked down at him, incredulously. "You're kidding." she said, bluntly.

"It was just one time, don't get any ideas-" Fred began, going as red as his hair, "Apparently they'd just decided to wrap up...whatever it was they had going on, and decided to so like that...and with a plant, I guess."

Helen's smile softened. "You know...he asked me and Lillian to help him with that. He wanted to get the floriography right, and we were the ones he trusted for it. I remember it well: Zinnia, symbolising respect and honour. Sometimes I wonder if maybe we should've messed with him and sent a different message."

Fred gasped jokingly. "How awful! I can't believe you'd consider something like that!" he said, laughing.

"I suggested Yellow Hyacinths and Lavender, meaning jealousy and humility. Lillian shut that idea down quickly, though. She said nobody deserved to have Primrose Gray angry at them for no good reason."

Fred nodded, making eye contact with Atticus briefly. He smiled. Atticus smiled back, before returning to the conversation with Danny and Prim, something about how dark and creepy Ravenclaw Tower used to get late at night. "Probably for the best, then."

Helen nodded, bringing a hand up to wipe her eye. "Yeah, probably." She turned around, letting Atticus enjoy the party unwatched, as they both looked out at the falling snow, which landed on the many dormant plants on the estate, including a large bush of Zinnia flowers.

#wwtgsolstice23 #hp victorian era #atticus doherty #fred graham #helen walsh #lillian miller #primrose gray #danny gibson #bella mcintyre

[lillian-the-florist]

Continuing from here: @axcat

When morning came, Lilly silently peaked into the guest room to check on Mordecai, only to smile at the sight of him just in a deep sleep in bed. Best not to wake or disturb him. So instead she carried on to the kitchen, cooking up a breakfast for them both as well as some fresh tea.

Before long, Lilly returned to the guest room, this time carrying a tray that had a plate of waffles, a small bowl of fresh fruit and berries, and a cup of black tea. She paused at the sight of his bedfur though, causing her ears to perk before she chuckled a little.

“Good morning, Mordecai. I hope you slept well. Dont worry about getting ready anytime soon, with it raining like this I wont be opening up my shop for a while.”

She greeted, giving him a moment to ready himself before she set the tray down for him.

#Lillian Miller #thread #a familiar feline (lackadaisy) #Mordecai (axcat) #( ship: hatchet & shears (mordecai & lilly) )

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L'eterna illusione: la fantasia di Frank Capra vince sul pragmatismo

James Stewart e Lionel Barrymore in una commedia del 1938 che fa ancora riflettere sulle cose belle della vita. La famiglia Kirby vive avvantaggiando il lato qualitativo dell’esistenza. Il nonno ha raccolto nella grande casa più generazioni d’individui con il solo obbligo di perseguire i sogni. Dalla scrittrice al musicista, dal pittore al comico, tutti in casa Kirby non si arrendono…

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#1938 #Ann Miller #anni &039;30 #cinema #Donald Meek #Dub Taylor #Eddie Rochester Anderson #Edward Arnold #film #Frank Capra #H.B. Warner #Halliwell Hobbes #James Stewart #Jean Arthur #Lillian Yarbo #Lionel Barrymore #Mary Forbes #Mischa Auer #Samuel S. Hinds #Spring Byington #Usa