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dathen · 8 months

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Okay my Clervalstein feelings and Jonmina feelings never overlap more than when they’re nursing each other back to life after a life-threatening brain fever:

But I was in reality very ill; and surely nothing but the unbounded and unremitting attentions of my friend could have restored me to life. The form of the monster on whom I had bestowed existence was for ever before my eyes, and I raved incessantly concerning him.

“He has had some fearful shock—so says our doctor—and in his delirium his ravings have been dreadful; of wolves and poison and blood; of ghosts and demons; and I fear to say of what.”

Doubtless my words surprised Henry: he at first believed them to be the wanderings of my disturbed imagination; but the pertinacity with which I continually recurred to the same subject persuaded him that my disorder indeed owed its origin to some uncommon and terrible event. By very slow degrees, and with frequent relapses that alarmed and grieved my friend, I recovered.

“Be careful with him always that there may be nothing to excite him of this kind for a long time to come; the traces of such an illness as his do not lightly die away.”

"Dearest Clerval," exclaimed I, "how kind, how very good you are to me. This whole winter, instead of being spent in study, as you promised yourself, has been consumed in my sick room. How shall I ever repay you? I feel the greatest remorse for the disappointment of which I have been the occasion; but you will forgive me."

"You will repay me entirely, if you do not discompose yourself, but get well as fast as you can.”

“I am now sitting by his bedside, where I can see his face while he sleeps. He is waking!...”

“I may speak to you on one subject, may I not?"

I trembled. One subject! what could it be? Could he allude to an object on whom I dared not even think?

"Compose yourself," said Clerval, who observed my change of colour, "I will not mention it, if it agitates you.”

“I have had a great shock, and when I try to think of what it is I feel my head spin round, and I do not know if it was all real or the dreaming of a madman. You know I have had brain fever, and that is to be mad. The secret is here, and I do not want to know it.”

“I kissed it and showed it to my husband, and told him that I would keep it so.”

IN SICKNESS OR IN HEALTH IS THE TRUE ROMANCE

#clervalstein #frankenstein #dracula daily #jonmina #henry clerval #victor frankenstein #jonathan harker #mina murray

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harmonysanreads · 2 years

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ONESHOTS AND DRABBLES

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ venti

❝ Hiraeth ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ diluc

❝ Diluc With A Sleepy Darling ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ yelan

❝ Prize and Possession ❞ +ningguang

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ ningguang

❝ Tangled ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ shikanoin heizou

❝ Submission ❞

❝ Escape Room Brainrot ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ yae miko

❝ The Fox and The Rabbit ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ alhaitham

❝ Waxing Remorse, Waning Candlelight ❞

❝ Flickering Candlelight ❞

❝ Delirium ❞

❝ Desire, Denial, Demise ❞

❝ Apricate ❞

❝ Yandere Vampire Alhaitham Masterlist ❞

❝ Happy Birthday, 11.02.24 ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ cyno

❝ Hide and Seek ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ candace

❝ Saccharine ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ kaveh

❝ Thoughts ❞

❝ Case Study : Two Shards of Glass ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ lyney

❝ Idée Fixe ❞

❝ Case Study : Arlecchino ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ neuvillette

❝ Jeux de Vagues ❞

「 case studies done before fontaine release are marked with ⋆」

❝ Case Study : The Impartial Iudex ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : The Wave and the Sandcastle ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : Home Resides In Him ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : What Can't Money Buy? ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : Harbinger vs Neuvillette ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : Dearest Ballerina ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : Fascination ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : Pertinacity ❞ ⋆

❝ Case Study : Compliments and Misunderstandings ❞

❝ Case Study : Pleaser and Pleased ❞

❝ Case Study : Restless Mind ❞ +alhaitham

❝ Case Study : On the Art of Marking ❞

❝ Case Study : On the Art of Courting ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ furina

❝ Thoughts ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ the harbingers

❝ A Funerary Smile ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ arlecchino

❝ Pantomime Of The Night ❞

↬:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ dainsleif

❝ Reconteur ❞

HEADCANNONS AND SCENARIOS

❝ Petty Envy ❞

- ➴ ➵ ➶ al haitham, kamisato ayato, raiden shogun (ei), scaramouche

❝ Pressed Periwinkles ❞

- ➷ ➸ ➹ scaramouche, venti, zhongli, raiden shogun (ei), yae miko, yelan, al haitham, kamisato ayato

❝ After A Nightmare ❞

- ➴ ➵ ➶ venti, aether, kazuha, xiao, heizou

❝ The Graceful and The Greedy ❞

- ➷ ➸ ➹ scaramouche, xiao

❝ Two Lunatics Make Perfect ❞

- ➷ ➸ ➹ il dottore, columbina, sandrone, arlecchino, scaramouche, pantalone

❝ Pre-Release Fontaine Crumbs ❞

- ➴ ➵ ➶ lyney, lynette, arlecchino, wriothesley, clorinde, neuvillette

❝ First Sign Of Affection ❞

- ➴ ➵ ➶ al haitham, neuvillette, scaramouche, furina

AU/CONCEPTS

❝ Soulmate au Concept ❞

☆ al haitham, cyno

❝Reincarnation au Concept ❞

☆ raiden shogun, scaramouche

❝The Sumeru Love Hexagon ❞

☆ kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari, wanderer

❝Yandere Vampire Alhaitham Concept ❞

❝ Corrupted Alhaitham Concepts ❞

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mariana-oconnor · 5 months

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The Red Circle pt 1

What is the red circle? Who is the red circle? Why is the red circle?

“Well, Mrs. Warren, I cannot see that you have any particular cause for uneasiness, nor do I understand why I, whose time is of some value, should interfere in the matter. I really have other things to engage me.” So spoke Sherlock Holmes and turned back to the great scrapbook in which he was arranging and indexing some of his recent material.

I might be wrong, but I think this is the first time in the stories we've seen Holmes be dismissive and kind of rude to a client without having seen them give him a reason. And we can't even say that Mrs Warren hasn't given him a reason at this point, because the story starts in the middle of the conversation. She might have been a right arsehole prior to this.

But this story does start out with far more of the vibe of adaptations than I'm used to.

Scrapbooking is vitally important, though. Not to be interrupted.

But the landlady had the pertinacity and also the cunning of her sex.

Watson ensuring that we are reminded that sexism exists.

The following little speech Mrs Warren gives doesn't indicate that she was being terrible before this story started, so I guess Holmes really was just Like That here.

"Why, bless you, Mrs. Warren, if I were your lodger you often would not see me for weeks on end.” “No doubt, sir; but this is different. It frightens me, Mr. Holmes. I can't sleep for fright. To hear his quick step moving here and moving there from early morning to late at night, and yet never to catch so much as a glimpse of him—it's more than I can stand."

No, that's exactly what it would be like to have Holmes as a lodger. Only punctuated with strange people running up and down the stairs and with the occasional threat of violence against your property.

But maybe this guy is just a ghost. Ghosts deserve privacy, too.

“He asked my terms, sir. I said fifty shillings a week. There is a small sitting-room and bedroom, and all complete, at the top of the house.” “Well?” “He said, ‘I'll pay you five pounds a week if I can have it on my own terms.’

Alright, now I'm suspicious. 50 shillings a week is £250, roughly. And £5 is twice that. Anyone who is willing to pay double for something is automatically suspicious. He's just handing out the equivalent of £100 in cash every fortnight. It's like the Copper Beeches all over again.

“It was his particular direction that we should always, when he rang, leave his meal upon a chair, outside his door. Then he rings again when he has finished, and we take it down from the same chair. If he wants anything else he prints it on a slip of paper and leaves it.”

OK... I've got to assume at this point that the man in the rooms is not the man who rented the rooms. He went out, other guy came back. There's no other reason that no one would have seen him at all. Someone's hiding from something up there.

"What can it matter to him that his landlady should have a word of his writing? Still, it may be as you say. Then, again, why such laconic messages?”

Doesn't speak English and his first language is not written in the Roman alphabet, I'd guess. Single words mean not needing to construct sentences, printing would be easier for someone not used to the alphabet. This coupled with the title of the story makes me think Russia.

“But surely you or the girl enter his room of a morning?” “No, sir; he looks after himself entirely.” “Dear me! that is certainly remarkable."

What? A man who can look after himself?

The sexism, it cuts both ways!

"But, dear me! this cigarette stub is certainly remarkable. The gentleman was bearded and moustached, you say?” “Yes, sir.” “I don't understand that. I should say that only a clean-shaven man could have smoked this."

So it is a different man - or woman, I guess.

or he shaved.

"Why, Watson, even your modest moustache would have been singed.”

This feels like shade. Like something you'd say to your friend if he was doing Movember and couldn't grow a moustache to save his life, but you were actually a Victorian gentleman. It's just got such a tone of 'even your moustache, Watson. Even yours.'

Drag him, Sherlock.

"We have no excuse for an intrusion upon his privacy until we have some reason to think that there is a guilty reason for it."

What a revolutionary concept! I wonder if the modern world could learn anything from this. Probably not.

"I can imagine that the word was taken out of a dictionary, which would give the noun but not the plural."

Rubbish dictionary.

"‘Surely Jimmy will not break his mother's heart’—that appears to be irrelevant."

I beg to differ. I need to know if Jimmy broke his mother's heart. How could you Jimmy? You should be ashamed of yourself. Your poor mother worried half to death and you're out there requiring her to take out ads in the newspaper to try to reach you. Callus boy! Cruel boy!

"‘Be patient. Will find some sure means of communications. Meanwhile, this column. G.’"

That is significantly less cryptic than I thought it would be. Do these conspirators have no sense of style. Why doesn't the caged whale know nothing of the mighty deeps? Does the ill-built tower not tremble mightily at the butterfly's passage? Can no one say hooray hooray for the spinster's sister's daughter these days? Pathetic. Put some effort into your clandestine communications.

"‘The path is clearing. If I find chance signal message remember code agreed—One A, two B, and so on. You will hear soon. G.’"

Seriously, you're going to publish your code in the paper. Not that it even matters. You're doing a simple substitution encryption of numbers for letters, and you're not even offsetting the numbers at all. These people are very obviously not professional spies. I am ashamed for them.

Willing to bet there is a significant number of people in London who have been following these ads with glee like an Edwardian soap opera, eagerly awaiting the next instalment. There's no way no one has been paying attention to this.

"Mr. Warren is a timekeeper at Morton and Waylight's, in Tottenham Court Road. He has to be out of the house before seven. Well, this morning he had not gone ten paces down the road when two men came up behind him, threw a coat over his head, and bundled him into a cab that was beside the curb. They drove him an hour, and then opened the door and shot him out."

Did not expect the husband to be involved.

In Mystery Lodger's defence, there's nothing connecting them to this abduction. Although the coincidence seems unlikely. Why would they need the husband out of the way, though? Unless they thought the husband was the person hiding?

"What I did not foresee is that we should find a woman, and no ordinary woman, Watson.”

Gender prejudices causing problems again. I did foresee that, which is why I've been trying to use gender neutral terms for the replacement.

What does Holmes mean by 'no ordinary woman' though? I don't understand that.

Also, this makes the people mistaking Mr Warren for her even less believable. I doubt they look very alike, particularly given the fashions of the time and the stricter adherence to expected gender 'norms'.

"The printed messages, as is now evident, were to prevent her sex being discovered by her writing."

"The attack upon Mr. Warren further shows that the enemy, whoever they are, are themselves not aware of the substitution of the female lodger for the male."

Oh, we're actually addressing that? Thank you. It made no sense. But it does make things more convoluted. So only Holmes and Watson know that the woman has replaced the man.

“Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last."

Does he mean death? Is the implication that as you die you think 'well, this was an important lesson for me to learn. Now I know that if I do that, then I die. 😵"

Is she on the run from family? A cruel husband? A cruel would-be husband? A gang? A government?

"A single flash—that is A, surely. Now, then. How many did you make it? Twenty. Do did In. That should mean T."

The substitution cypher is with flashing lights?

That's a terrible idea. That's the worst idea I've ever seen. What if she blinks? What if she loses count? There are twenty six letters. If I had to sit and count twenty six flashes I would go mad. T is one of the most common letters and, as you said, that's 20. This is the least efficient way of doing anything. Morse code exists, and I bet you could get a little printed guide for it that the woman could have had. Or you could have written it down for her. And then you wouldn't have needed to spell it out in the newspaper.

This is the worst. I hate it.

They came more rapidly than before—so rapid that it was hard to follow them.

And by hard you mean fucking impossible. WORST CODE EVER.

P is already 16 flashes, and that's the first letter you've got. Then you've got an R in there? Why? This is torture. I bet the guy was cut off by someone who wanted to put him out of his misery. You know why he was cut off mid word? BECAUSE IT TOOK HIM FIFTEEN MINUTES TO SAY ONE WORD.

Flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash [BREAK] Flash-flash-flash-flash-flash [BREAK] Flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash [BREAK] Flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash [BREAK] Flash-flash-flash [BREAK] Flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash [BREAK] Flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash [BREAK] Flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash-flash

So for that one word, that's 93 flashes. I cannot be arsed counting that long. I'm sorry. I can't. Guess I'm just going to die or whatever then.

eta: just realised that the 'man who looks after himself? Impossible!' thing is a clue. Oh boy. Of course it's a woman, a man would never be able to cope on his own. 🙄

#Letters from Watson #The Red Circle #Sherlock Holmes #long post

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warrioreowynofrohan · 4 months

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Wildfell Weekly - Chapter 16, “The Warnings of Experience”

We’re finally up to Helen’s section of the narration!

One of the first things that stands out, and is done very well, is how much younger Helen sounds at the beginning of her diary than the Helen Graham whom we have met through Gilbert’s chapters. She’s 18, and you can tell even from the start that she myst have gone through a lot to go from the person she is at 18 to the person she is while living in Wildfell Wall - her older self is wiser, sadder, more jaded about the world, slower to trust people.

A second thing, that I only noticed on one of my more recent readings, is how much subtext there is beneath Helen’s aunt’s advice.

Example 1:

And this is no subject for jesting, Helen—I am sorry to see you treat the matter in that light way. Believe me, matrimony is a serious thing.” And she spoke it so seriously, that one might have fancied she had known it to her cost

Example 2:

“I have heard your uncle speak of young Mr. Huntingdon. I’ve heard him say, ‘He’s a fine lad, that young Huntingdon, but a bit wildish, I fancy.’ So I’d have you beware.”

“What does ‘a bit wildish’ mean?” I inquired.

“It means destitute of principle, and prone to every vice that is common to youth.”

“But I’ve heard uncle say he was a sad wild fellow himself, when he was young.”

She sternly shook her head.

Example 3: Mr. Wilmot, an older man who wants to marry Helen and who Helen says his wicked and her aunt allows “is no saint,” is a friend of her uncle’s.

Based on all this, I suspect that the marriage between Helen’s aunt and uncle is not a happy one for her aunt, and that her aunt regrets marrying him and wants to save Helen from a similar mistake. However, the very fact of that presents obstacles to her attempts to advise Helen, like in the second example, when Helen deflects her aunt’s criticism of Mr. Huntingdon by comparing him to her uncle. It would have been considered completely unacceptable, in the time in which this story is set, for Helen’s aunt to openly criticize her uncle to her, so her aunt can’t talk about it outright, and had to stick to speaking of principles rather than concrete examples.

Her aunt is very worried - so worried that, despite her own statement that Helen needn’t be in any hurry to marry, she pushes Helen towards an older and tedious suitor whom Helen detests. This backfires: it is what lets Huntingdon get a foothold, because he seems so much more pleasant company in comparison. And her aunt makes her position even more frustrating by equating Mr. Boarham’s lack of active vice with the possession of virtue (“Upright, honourable, sensible, sober, respectable!”). And that characterization may not be right even in a limited sense. I would say that a man who can’t tell when a woman is openly uninterested in him and even actively dislikes him - even when she is being blunt about it! - is not sensible, and there’s also Helen’s description of him as “narrow-minded and bigoted in the extreme”.

On a separate note, I was very struck by the fact that Helen virtually quotes the modern-day memetic phrase (“You don’t have all the facts!” - “I love him”)

Her counsels may be good, as far as they go—in the main points at least;—but there are some things she has overlooked in her calculations. I wonder if she was ever in love.

Which, I think, is sufficient commentary on that phrase in itself.

What else to discuss? Well, here’s our first look at Mr. Huntingdon.

A gentleman stood by, who had been watching our conference for some time, evidently much amused at my companion’s remorseless pertinacity and my manifest annoyance, and laughing to himself at the asperity and uncompromising spirit of my replies. At length, however, he withdrew, and went to the lady of the house, apparently for the purpose of asking an introduction to me, for, shortly after, they both came up, and she introduced him as Mr. Huntingdon, the son of a late friend of my uncle’s. He asked me to dance. I gladly consented, of course; and he was my companion during the remainder of my stay, which was not long, for my aunt, as usual, insisted upon an early departure.

I was sorry to go, for I had found my new acquaintance a very lively and entertaining companion. There was a certain graceful ease and freedom about all he said and did, that gave a sense of repose and expansion to the mind, after so much constraint and formality as I had been doomed to suffer. There might be, it is true, a little too much careless boldness in his manner and address, but I was in so good a humour, and so grateful for my late deliverance from Mr. Boarham, that it did not anger me.

“He was not officious at all, aunt: he never attempted to help me, till he saw Mr. Boarham coming to do so; and then he stepped laughingly forward and said, ‘Come, I’ll preserve you from that infliction.’ ”

I suspect that Mr. Huntingdon has chosen the target of his affections deliberately - he knows he will be more appealing in contrast to a suitor that she is rebuffing, and as a result he expects that he will be able to get away with more.

#wildfell weekly #the tenant of wildfell hall #helen graham

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 months

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Wherever religion is resorted to as a strong drink, and as an escape from the dull, monotonous round of home, those of its ministers who pepper the highest will be the surest to please. They who strew the Eternal Path with the greatest amount of brimstone, and who most ruthlessly tread down the flowers and leaves that grow by the wayside, will be voted the most righteous; and they who enlarge with the greatest pertinacity on the difficulty of getting into heaven will be considered, by all true believers, certain of going there: though it would be hard to say by what process of reasoning this conclusion is arrived at.

—Charles Dickens, American Notes ch iii (1842), following his first encounter with Southern Baptist ministers

[Robert Scott Horton]

#Charles Dickins #quotes #religion #Robert Scott Horton

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thefisherqueen · 5 months

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But the landlady had the pertinacity and also the cunning of her sex. She held her ground firmly.

Ah, pertinacity and cunning, the great pinnacles of feminity

#gender roles #gender stereotypes #they make no sense and they are changing all the time?#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the red circle

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madsmilfelsen · 2 months

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WIP game, tagged by @thenookienostradamus

Working on the 2011 portion of Hound Dog Mile :)

“Have the police in their pocket, yeah,” Sugar finishes.

“Who can make our lives very difficult if they so choose. After Homer, I barely kept you from being questioned, I can’t do that now. I need you to stay steady and get better at lying.”

“I’m a great liar,” she snaps.

“You’re really not,” he says, nearly apologetic for having to point it out, “You hold your breath and you refuse details, I think so you’ll avoid fucking up the pitch of your voice. What you do have is good eye contact and a pertinacity that can throw the best of us.”

She swallows.

“So, Sugar,” Rust says, starting over, “where were you a year ago between the hours of two am and five am?”

Tagging: oh shucks I don’t know! I’m not on tumblr enough to know y’all’s handles over here too so feel free to tag me in your work! I’d love to read it!!!!

#i found it soooooo funny to write the scenes with Papania and Gilbough #imagine thinking they could get anything out of her after living with Rustin Cohle for two years #but today i did piss off sugar in the scene above and I want to cry that’s my baby #lost dogs

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mancino · 1 month

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La vita sarà anche forte e dura, caparbia e pertinace, cocciuta e ostinata, difficile e complicata... ma io, donna, ancora di più.

Anna Di Lollo

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interstellarians · 2 years

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“How could she sit there, laugh, and look beautiful!?!”

I would just like to clarify none of these characters are mine. This is just purely a work of fan fiction which is based off from the Book and the Movie called “Flipped”.

Pairings: Bryce Loski x Julie Baker

A very Small One-shot of the aftermath where Bryce Loski is recalling the moment of his interactions earlier with Julie Baker in the School's Basket Boy's auction. He noticed he has been feeling something for her the entire time.

[Time skip: Let's say their final moment in the movie/book where they finally made amends silently with each other occurred a few weeks later after their nearly first kissing scene incident. A few days had passed already since that commotion happened, while he is giving Julie some space, he finally has come to an understanding of what he has felt.]

If you had read the book or watched the movie, then you’ll understand this concept.

Third Person POV:

Bryce sat there on the window overlooking the house across the road, perplexed on Julie Baker’s charisma. To Bryce she was nothing more than an amiable and stupid person simultaneously, but why is she starting to be a conundrum in his life? Why is Bryce now having a hard time reading into her and figuring out who Julie Baker really is?

Julie Baker, who is none other than his loquacious neighbor whose hands are always scuzzy with dirt from tendering that big, old, stupid Sycamore tree. A tree which she claimed was a gift from God, a tree that symbolized her and her father’s effervescent appreciation of the beauty of art and nature, and a tree that reminded Bryce of a moment when she garrulously protested against the town officials, full of rancor, from cutting it down. That is Julie Baker, a complex of different emotions, an admirable and stubborn girl next door, with varying levels of pertinacity depending on her mood for the day.

All of these thoughts plagued his mind of how his neighbor could be adroit, having a multitude of talents one might say and still be annoying at the same time. “How could she sit there, laugh, and look so beautiful!?!”. Bryce Loski was already losing his mind.

#flipped #julie baker #bryce loski #bryce x julie #young love #flipped movie #flipped 2010 #this is my first tumblr post #teenagers #secretly pining for each other #cupid do be targeting them

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hetaoren · 7 months

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There was a highly respected and reputable elder named Lan Qiren in the Lan Clan of Gusu. Among the distinguished clans, he was publicly recognized to have three major traits: pedantry, pertinacity, and proficiency in producing peerless pupils from his strict instruction. The first two items kept many at a respectful distance—indeed, even made some secretly abhor him—but the latter item made many others stop at nothing to finagle their children into his classes.

~ MDZS, vol 1: ch. 4, p. 43

Ah, yes, we secretly dislike this man, but let's use him to make our kids better.

#musings

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jabbage · 5 months

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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dathen · 1 year

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~ Victor Frankenstein

He has had some fearful shock—so says our doctor—and in his delirium his ravings have been dreadful; of wolves and poison and blood; of ghosts and demons; and I fear to say of what. Be careful with him always that there may be nothing to excite him of this kind for a long time to come; the traces of such an illness as his do not lightly die away.

~Sister Agatha, Dracula

#dracula daily #frankenstein weekly

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 1 year

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Flowers with negative connotations

Abecedary: Volatility.

Abatina: Fickleness

Achillea Millefolia: War.

Aconite (Wolfsbane): Misanthropy

Adonis, Flos: Painful recollections.

African Marigold: Vulgar minds.

Agnus Castus: Coldness. Indifference

Almond (Common) : Stupidity. Indiscretion

Almond, Laurel: Perfidy

Aloe: Grief. Religious superstition

Anemone (Zephyr Flower): Sickness. Expectation.

Anemone (Garden): Forsaken

Apple, Thorn: Deceitful charms.

Apocynum (Dog’s Vane): Deceit

Ash-leaved Trumpet Flower: Separation

Aspen Tree: Lamentation

Asphodel: My regrets follow you to the grave

Auricula, Scarlet: Avarice

Balsam, Red: Touch me not. Impatient resolves.

Balsam, Yellow: Impatience.

Barberry: Sourness of temper.

Barberry Tree: Sharpness.

Basil: Hatred.

Bay Leaf: I change but in death.

Bay (Rose) Rhododendron: Danger. Beware

Bee Ophrys: Error.

Belladonna: Silence

Belvedere: I declare against you.

Betony: Surprise

Bilberry: Treachery

Birch: Meekness.

Birdsfoot Trefoil: Revenge

Valerian: Rupture

Borage: Bluntness.

Box Tree: Stoicism.

Bramble: Lowliness. Envy

Burdock: Importunity. Touch me not.

Buttercup (Kingcup):Ingratitude. Childishness

Butterfly Weed: Let me go

Cardamine: Paternal error

Carnation, Deep Red: Alas! for my poor heart.

Carnation, Striped: Refusal.

Carnation, Yellow: Disdain

Cardinal Flower: Dittitutim.

Catchfly: Snare

Catchfly, White: Betrayed

Champignon: Suspicion.

Chequered Fritillary: Persecution

Cherry Tree, White: Deception

China or Indian Pink: Aversion

Cistus, Gum: I shall die to-morrow.

Citron: Ill-natured beauty

Clematis, Evergreen: Poverty.

Clotbur: Rudeness. Pertinacity

Colchicum, or Meadow Saffron: My best days are past.

Coltsfoot: Justice shall be done.

Columbine: Folly

Columbine, Red: Anxious and trembling

Convolvulus, Major: Extinguished hopes

Corn, Broken: Quarrel

Creeping Cereus: Horror

Crowsbill: Envy.

Crowfoot: Ingratitude

Currant: Thy frown will kill me.

Cuscuta: Meanness.

Cyclamen: Diffidence. (Modesty/shyness resulting from a lack of self confidence)

Cypress: Death. Mourning

Darnel (Ray grass): Vice

Dead Leaves: Sadness

Dogsbane: Deceit. Falsehood

Ebony Tree: Blackness.

Eglantine (Sweetbrier): Poetry. I wound to heal

Enchanter’s Nightshade: Witchcraft. Sorcery

Fly Orchis: Error

Flytrap: Deceit

Foxglove: Insincerity

French Marigold: Jealousy

Frog Ophrys: Disgust

Garden Anemone: Forsaken

Garden Marigold: Uneasiness

Geranium, Scarlet: Contorting. Stupidity

Hand Flower Tree: Warning.

Harebell: Submission. Grief

Heath: Solitude.

Helenium: Tears

Hellebore: Scandal. Calumny

Hemlock: You will be my death

Henbane: Imperfection

Hop: Injustice

Humble Plant: Despondency

Indian Plum: Privation

Jasmine, Carolina: Separation

Judas Tree: Unbelief. Betrayal

Laburnum: Forsaken. Pensive Beauty

Larch: Audacity. Boldness

Larkspur, Pink: Fickleness.

Larkspur, Purple: Haughtiness

Laurestina: A token. I die if neglected.

Lavender: Distrust.

Leaves (dead): Melancholy

Licorice, Wild: I declare against you.

Lobelia: Malevolence

Love lies Bleeding: Hopeless, not heartless

Madder: Calumny

Manchineal Tree: Falsehood.

Mandrake: Horror.

Maple: Reserve.

Marigold: Grief.

Marigold, African: Vulgar minds.

Marigold, French: Jealousy.

Marigold, Prophetic: Prediction.

Marigold and Cypress: Despair

Meadowsweet: Uselessness

Mesembryanthemum: Idleness.

Mezereon: Desire to please.

Michaelmas Daisy: Afterthought

Mock Orange: Counterfeit

Moschatel: Weakness

Mosses: Ennui

Mourning Bride: Unfortunate attachment. I have lost all

Moving Plant: Agitation

Mulberry Tree (Black): I shall not survive you

Mushroom: Suspicion.

Musk Plant: Weakness.

Mustard Seed: Indifference

Narcissus: Egotism

Nettle, Burning: Slander

Oleander: Beware

Pasque Flower: You have no claims.

Passion Flower: Religious superstition

Pea, Sweet: Departure

Peach Blossom : I am your captive

Pennyroyal: Flee away.

Peony: Shame. Bashfulness

Persimon: Bury me amid Nature’s beauties

Pine: Pity

Pink, Variegated: Refusal

Pomegranate: Foolishness

Poppy, White: Sleep. My bane. My antidote

Prickly Pear: Satire.

Pride of China: Dissension

Ranunculus, Wild: Ingratitude.

Raspberry: Remorse.

Ray Grass: Vice

Rhododendron (Rosebay): Danger. Beware

Rose, Carolina: Love is dangerous

Rose, Deep Red: Bashful shame.

Rose, Dog: Pleasure and pain

Rose, Unique: Call me not beautiful

Rose, Yellow: Decrease of love. Jealously.

Rose, York and Lancaster: War.

Rose, Full-blown, placed over two Buds: Secrecy

Rue: Disdain

Saffron: Beware of excess

Saffron, Meadow: My happiest days are past

Sainfoin: Agitation.

Saint John’s Wort: Animosity. Superstition.

Sardony: Irony

Scabious: Unfortunate love.

Scabious, Sweet: Widowhood

Snapdragon: Presumption.

Snowball: Bound

Sorrel, Wild: Wit ill-timed

Straw, Broken: Rupture of a contract

Sweetbrier, European: I wound to heal.

Sweetbrier, Yellow: Decrease of love

Syringa, Carolina: Disappointment

Tamarisk: Crime.

Tansy (Wild): I declare war against you.

Teasel: Misanthropy

Thistle, Fuller’s: Misanthropy

Thistle, Scotch: Retaliation.

Thorn Apple: Deceitful charms

Throatwort: Neglected beauty

Trefoil: Revenge

Tuberose: Dangerous pleasures

Tulip, Yellow: Hopeless love

Tussilage (Sweet-scented): Justice shall be done you

Whin: Anger

White Rose (dried): Death preferable to loss of innocence.

Whortleberry: Treason.

Willow, Creeping Love forsaken

Willow, Weeping: Mourning

Yew: Sorrow

Zinnia: Thoughts of absent friends

Aconite: Beware

Barberry: Bad temper

Carnation (Striped): No, Refusal, Sorry I can't be with you

Carnation (Yellow): Disappointment, Rejection

Cyclamen: Resignation, Good-bye

Daffodil: Regard, Unrequited love, Respect

Everlasting: Never ceasing memory

Geranium: Stupidity, Foll

Golden-Rod: Be cautious

Hyacinth (Purple): Sorrow, Please forgive me

Hyacinth (Yellow): Jealousy

Hydrangea: Thank you for understanding, Boastfulness, Heartlessnes

Marigold: Grief, Despair, Jealousy

Marigold (Common): Pretty love, Sacred, Affection, Caress, Sorrow

Monkshood: Beware, A deadly foe is near

Petunia: Resentment, Anger, Your presence soothes me

Phlox: Our souls are united

Poppy (General): Eternal sleep, Oblivion, Imagination

Rhododendron: Danger, Beware, I am dangerous

Roses (Assorted Colours): You're everything to me

Roses (Single Full Bloom): I Love You, I still love you

Sweet William: Grant me one smile

Black dahlia: Evil, dishonesty, betrayal, doom

Butterfly weed: Leave me, You’ve been warned

(Yeah some of these aren’t flowers. What of it?A few of them aren’t so negative- I thought about Jesse’s train of thought/outburst when picking them.)

(If you see any repeats No You Don’t.)

*buried under several flowers and at least one tree*

But ooh. ooh. ooooooooooooh these would be soooo much fun to play around with >:3

#marigolds still killing me softly #long post #info tag #oc: jesse marvell

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