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#you are the prettiest flower
euesworld · 1 year
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"I saw a rose today and it made me think of you, it looked beautiful but you a more gorgeous than a rose could ever be.. it's your heart darling, your soul. I think roses are beautiful cause they remind me of you, if you weren't in my life.. I don't think a rose would look quite as nice."
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Roses are noble cause they don't care if they are lovely, but they are beautiful.. and this is why they remind me of you, cause you don't try to be beautiful.. you just are - eUë
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jkvjimin · 1 day
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KIM SEOKJIN + music videos ↳ happy birthday, kayla! @cordiallyfuturedwight 🤍🌼
(beautiful background art made by @kithtaehyung)
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teastainedprose · 6 days
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Homelander picking flowers with fem!reader
"You do know I could have purchased double what you've collected, right?" Homelander stands a step off to your left as you pluck another yellow bloom free. You straighten at the waist, twirling the stem between your fingers as you look over to him. "Yes, but that defeats the whole purpose." "The purpose! What purpose?" Homelander huffs, expression settling on one better suited to a petulant child than the most powerful supe in the world. He crosses his arms over his chest, features settling into a pout as you step closer. "Quality time with me," you point out, holding the flower up to his face. "No cameras either." His lips twitch up in annoyance, but as you nudge the bloom closer Homelander relents. He sniffs then shrugs, posture going lax as he slides an arm about your waist to tug you close. "I suppose you have a point," He murmurers. Dipping his head down to catch your lips in a brief kiss, his expression softening. You smile back, twisting enough to set the plucked bloom down with the others in the basket you still hold. "Now start helping." "Helping? You can pick your own damn flowers. I'll watch." "How about- For every flower you pick, I'll give you a kiss?" Your smile grows into a cheeky grin, "-and if it's a really pretty one? I'll reward you with more." "More, huh?" Homelander tightens his hold about your waist, tugging you against his frame. "What sort of reward do I get?" He leans in again, words ending in a growl as his lips ghost your neck. "Guess you'll have to pick something pretty to find out."
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pixiepixells · 9 months
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I wonderland the wally (also @axxlotel-casartt thought you might of wanted to see his design)
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calciferstims · 1 year
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hey I’ve been meaning to show you guys but kept forgetting to make the gifs - I got this super cute fidget ring for christmas that’s literally so mecore and I love it?? it has a little bee 🥺
as always, please link back to the original post if you use my gifs
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evilkaeya · 6 months
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TINT CHUUYA WITH BLANKIES <3 THANK YOU
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farm boy came by the babe house to give me a belated thanks for taking care of him while he was dying but I thought it was the head guard trying thank me for taking care of HIM while he was dying so I jumped out of the back window again but this time my roommate was here and I made the mistake of saying ‘me too’ a few days ago when she said she ran away from home (it was a nice bonding moment) and since then she’s been around a lot more or dragging me with her to the plaza occasionally and I think it’s because of? my age?? im a few years younger then her so I can only imagine what Tragic Backstory she’s been thinking up in her head about me. so my roommate saw me jump out of the window and later this same day the head guard stopped by once again to try and thank me so I, yes, I jumped out of the window again and as I was sneaking off I heard my sweet, caring, kind, etc roommate tell the head guard that she thinks IM SCARED OF MEN AND IM QUITE YOUNG AND I HAVE A ROUGH PAST AND TO PLEASE GIVE ME SPACE. which. okay yeah. yeah. most of that is true I guess and I guess im not NOT scared of men occasionally but like. in this case I was just intimidated by his hidden handsome face.
the next morning there was a note of apology for asking me to take care of farm himbo and that we all have a past and a note of thanks for taking care of him, head guard, when he was dying. he also left a pink and white flower crown with a few buttercups and im no expert in flowers so I went to the library and but im pretty sure the colors symbolize youth and sympathy and the buttercups mean…childishness. which. yeah. i don’t exactly disagree. but. thank you head guard.
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unknownarmageddon · 3 months
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flowers
[ for word association ]
i can definitely see them always giving each other flowers cackles
like one everyday or something. and i think cross knows a lot about flowers and their symbolism/meanings so he’ll always give killer a flower that means something. and it probably took a while for killer to catch onto that and even figure it out but he eventually starts looking up the meanings of all the flowers he gets
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ignatiusteto · 7 months
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behold my tav, enoch, he/they, wild magic sorcerer. their story is tmw you were "orphaned" (see: kidnapped) because you had dangerous powerful concentrated arcane abilities so for your safety and definitely not for the benefit of mages with malicious intent your Generous and Benevolent and Patient caretakers put you through rigorous training and subjected you to magical experiments and downright used you as an arcane battery from time to time. and you weren't allowed to speak out against any of this because otherwise you would be punished and being difficult and thus compartmentalization became your best and only friend. fast forward 24-25 years after your successful many-years-long escape plan, two weeks into your exciting newfound freedom which included getting a compulsory symbolic tattoo because you've occasionally seen other people with them when you were so rarely let out to go to town around other people (supervised heavily of course) and thought them beautiful, you get fucking tadpole'd.
and as one would imagine, being 30 years old with very restricted communication and social interaction with regular normal people messes you up. wisdom 8 baby
their arc (right now) is understanding it's okay to be upset and making that Known, acknowledging those feelings and doing something about it and not having to be a people pleaser because you are a person with wants and needs that deserve to be heard.
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dreamiara · 1 month
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Huuuge hug!!!
thank youuuu <3 my archie....mwah mwah mwah
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euesworld · 1 year
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"You are a flower, much lovelier though.. you are so beautiful and I just wanted you to know."
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When I see flowers, I don't even think of them.. they just remind me of you every single time - eUë
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teeth-draws · 2 years
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TALLYS FROM @shepherds-of-haven JUST IN TIME FOR THE END OF JUNE
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How about soft Thenamesh and the language of flowers? I think there is a potential for a great little story with them and flowers and their own special meaning :)
You can choose the AU!
Rose colours all have different meanings in the world of flower symbolism. Many of them overlap, such as yellow roses, which can express both friendship, but also the beginnings of developing feelings. White roses express a purity of feelings and honest intentions. Pink roses express friendship, while red roses express the most classic form of romantic love.
The hospital is often full of them, for various people and purposes. But today especially, there are roses positively everywhere.
Gil has been giving them out all day.
It essentially all started with his first call of the day. He picked up a woman who had called her own ambulance, having gone into early labour while she was out alone.
The poor woman was rightfully distressed, for her child, herself, the fact that her partner wasn't anywhere near enough to be there if she suddenly gave birth. Gil was still the best one to comfort her, but he couldn't help but feel for the woman alone in OB waiting to be moved to a room.
So, he had gone out and gotten her flowers on his break. Lovely yellow roses with baby's breath in them, for the new beginning about to take place in her life. The woman was moved to tears (and her partner, who did in fact make it in time, was also touched).
He had just gotten the one bouquet, but then he heard another woman giving birth admiring them. Then another--a young lady not even out of her teens. And of course, who was Gil to leave a poor girl wanting?
Now, it seems he has bought out an entire florist's supply of roses and is giving them away by the handful. First was every woman in OB who could stand the pollen. Then there were a few patients in the NICU who had also heard of the handsome paramedic giving out roses to anyone who asked.
Then the nurses asked about it, and Gil believes very strongly in the unsung heroes of medicine--the nurses, the medical assistants, scrub techs, peri-op assistants, even paramedics like himself. So any time someone asked what the flowers were for, he would hand one over with a grin and say they were just to improve people's day.
It's very Gilgamesh--it's very sweet and amazingly thoughtful.
"How does he still have flowers to give out?"
Ajak looks up from her charts. She eyes the vase of a few pink and white roses left by one Mister Gilgamesh himself, and then at the attending head of ER. "I guess so."
"Hm," Thena murmurs to herself as she flips through her own charts. She's leaning against the counter with her back to Ajak.
Ajak puts down her work, leaning back in her chair. Thena might be facing away from her, but she can read all of her kids from a mile away. "It's sweet, isn't it?"
"Of course it is," Thena murmurs with her eyes on her work. "It's Gilgamesh."
"Well, not just that," Ajak probes further, but not without caution. She's pretty sure she's got an idea of how Thena is feeling, but that doesn't mean she's out to provoke the doctor. "You heard how it started out, right?"
"Yes, a woman in early labour, wasn't it?" Thena turns, leaning on her elbows on the counter and toying with her stethoscope. "I heard she and her partner were very thankful for the kind gesture."
"Hm," Ajak replies in Thena's usual way. "I haven't seen him since earlier today."
"He and Kingo got called on a few more runs." Thena sets down her tablet and runs her finger along the edge of the case. "I haven't seen him since this morning, though."
Ajak raises her brows. It's a plain enough statement, but she can hear the slight edge to that tone--the frustration in it. Obviously he's been in and around the hospital, with the amount of floral evidence there is. Ajak tilts her head, "no?"
Thena purses her lips and shakes her head, the way one would when they think nothing of something. Or maybe when they think quite a lot about something but don't want anyone to know.
Ajak gives Thena one more chance to simply come out and say what she's thinking. But unsurprisingly, she has to drag it out of her. "If you want one, I'm sure-"
"They're for patients, Ajak," Thena responds a little too quickly. "Patients and nurses like you, who keep things running. And I'm not sure it's even a good idea for him to be handing out flowers to everyone who asks."
Ajak just nods. Thena does not wear jealousy well.
"Man, that last run took forever!"
Thena and Ajak both look over as Kingo - very loudly - announces their arrival back in the hospital. He has their equipment bags over his shoulder for inventory check. "Not bad, though?"
"No, just long," he sighs. "It was mostly making sure everyone was good on the scene. Things cleaned up well, but someone drove at a snail's pace all day."
"Sorry, sorry!" Ajak leans out of her seat to see Gilgamesh walking up the hall behind his partner.
She smiles, "precious cargo?"
"Very!" he beams.
"What was-" Thena blinks, in the middle of standing from helping Kingo unpack the supplies. She finds herself presented with a bursting full bouquet of red roses. Her hands come up reflexively, her fingers flirting with his in the transfer.
Kingo rolls his eyes and whispers to Ajak, "he's been driving around with them in water until he could give them to her."
"It's sweet," Ajak coos.
"Th-Thank you," Thena mutters out, still stunned. They're even wrapped nicely in sparkly white paper. She looks up at Gil, who's still grinning from ear to ear. "What are these for?"
Gil is the one surprised now. He looks at Ajak, who's smirking at him.
"She was starting to think you forgot her," the nurse supplies, much to Thena's horror.
"Ajak!" Thena hisses at her, although focuses on Gil again when he leans closer to her. Her breath gets caught high up in her chest.
"Forget my Thena?" Gil actually laughs at the thought, leaning over the bulk of the bouquet between them so he can get closer to her. "Never."
Thena can only hear the rustling of the bouquet and the pounding of her heart. Gil leans in to give her a light kiss, right on the line between her lips and her cheek. "Hm."
"I'll get the bus cleaned out for the next guys and meet you in the break room with lunch?" he asks over his shoulder. She nods at him and he winks back at her.
Ajak keeps her smugness to herself, letting Thena bury her nose - and her pink cheeks - in the bountiful bouquet.
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sibillascribbles08 · 11 months
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God it's like, so hard to describe to people why I identify as agender. Cause I know the agender experience is varied. Like this isn't an apples vs oranges scenario. It's not a "I'm not actually a fruit at all" scenario. There is no spectrum of light metaphor. No paint mixing. No types of flowers or wtf ever. It's not even looking into the expanse of space and associating the nothingness with the color black because there's not even the color black !
It is ! Nothing! It's the feeling you get when you fumble around in the dark and reach out because you're pretty sure the door frame is there but your hand finds nothing. It's the feeling of dropping a rock into a hole, waiting to hear it hit the bottom, but you hear nothing.
Not a girl. Not a guy. Not anything in between. Not even anything outside of that. In a way, if I could, I'd make gender something removed from me entirely but that's not? exactly possible.
Some days I dress masculine some days more feminine but I never think of it that way it's just ! me ! These are clothes I think I look good in, because I think in some way they suit my personality.
God idk it's weird.
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minzbins · 2 years
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JINHO ★ MAGAZINE HO #44 ‘GOOD-BYE DAYS / YUI’
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miabrown007 · 8 months
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my superpowers include picking up books about (the lack of) mental health without reading a single synopsis
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