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Sims 4: Flower Legacy Challenge

This legacy challenge was created by cloudiecake, glassyyx and liaclynn! We hoped to allow players to try more aspects of the game that they have not delved into yet. We also made sure to have BGC options for each generation! We really hope you enjoy.

Basic Rules:

It’s basically the same rules as any other legacy challenge

No cheating (unless specified).

The heirs can be any gender, sexuality, etc.

Money cheats are allowed, but not excessively.

Lifespan should be set to normal.

For likes and dislikes, you may add additional ones in CAS if wanted.

You may live wherever you please unless specified otherwise.

Every generation passes down a family heirloom (on their teenage birthday).

Note: We have decided to release the entire challenge we’ve come up with, however, please note that it isn’t entirely play-tested! If you notice things are impossible to achieve while playing, please let me know and we will tweak the challenge accordingly. All three of us will be playing as well.

Generation 1 - Delphinium

You grew up in foster care, bouncing from home to home until finally, you had enough. You decided to pack your bags and run away, hoping for a fresh start. This fresh start isn’t all you had dreamed of, however, and you struggle to find a proper job. Instead, you do odd jobs and the occasional theft to keep yourself afloat. When you have children, they become your entire world, wanting to give them everything you never had as a child.

Traits: Gloomy, Kleptomaniac, Active Aspiration: Chief of Mischief Career: Odd jobs (if you don’t have Island Living, do any part time job) NOTE: if you have cottage living, you are allowed to do errands!!

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes purple Likes blue

Activities: Likes mischief Likes fitness

Rules:

Start as a teen.

Start on an empty lot (use a tent if you have Outdoor Retreat).

Master mischief and fitness skills.

Complete chief of mischief aspiration.

Live off of stealing and odd jobs (you may sell collectables as well - fruits/veggies must be sold at the shops if you have cottage living but you cannot have a garden of crops!).

Have one best friend - this will be the person you end up marrying.

Your partner cannot move in until you have a full house (including one bedroom) - then they may move in and have a job.

Have a close relationship with all of your children.

Throw a party for each of your children's birthdays.

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Generation 2 - Sunflower

As a child you had everything you wanted, a loving family and a beautiful home. You were always the center of attention because of your charisma and good looks. However your indecisiveness and childish behavior constantly prevented you from long lasting friendships. But there’s one dream you will never leave; having the best restaurant in town. That’s why you’ll convince people to give you loans in order to fulfill your dream, while having the people you care for the closest to you.

Traits: childish, outgoing, foodie Aspiration: Friend of the World Career: own a restaurant/culinary career (bgc)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes yellow Likes brown

Activities: Likes cooking

Music: Likes kids radio music

Rules:

Master cooking and charisma skills.

Own a restaurant/master culinary career.

Have at least 3 partners before marrying “the one”.

Complete the friend of the world aspiration.

Ask for loans at least once a week.

Have at least 3 close friends and see them regularly.

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Generation 3 (Glassy) - Rose

Growing up in the middle of your parents’ restaurant made you strive to be just as successful as them, if not more. You are ambitious and want to climb the corporate ladder as high as you possibly can. However, your dreams become a little harder to obtain when you are blessed with triplets! Still, you push on, determined to show your children that you can in fact have it all. Oh, you are also obsessed with collecting things and displaying them in your home. You also love to bake.

Traits: Ambitious, Good, Slob Aspiration: The Curator Career: Detective (or Secret Agent if you don’t have Get to Work)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes red Likes black

Activities: Likes baking

Rules:

Master baking and logic skills.

Master the curator aspiration.

Reach at least level 8 of the Detective (or Secret Agent) career.

Complete a collection of your choice.

Have triplets (using cheats) only.

Spend a few hours baking each Sunday.

Never clean the house (you can hire a maid and/or have others do it).

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Generation 4 - Jasmine

All your life, you had to fight for attention from your parents, but were always out working. While your other two siblings were studying like crazy, you always remembered imagining what it would be like outside of the world you lived in. Therefore, you decided to dedicate your life to travelling and exploring new cultures. You had always been an active and creative kid, but not the smartest. So you decide that this path is the perfect path, and no person can get in the way of it.

Traits: Adventurous (Self Assured bgc), Goofball, Non Committal Aspiration: Any Location Aspiration (Body Builder bgc) Career: Freelance Artist

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes white Likes yellow

Activities: Likes skiing Likes snowboarding Likes fitness Likes painting

Rules:

Master either skiing, snowboarding or fitness (any one of these) and painting skill.

Master aspiration.

Have only one kid by accident.

Live in 3 worlds over the course of your life.

Travel to every vacation world you have for vacation at least once (Batuu can be excluded).

Never get married, any relationships cannot last longer than a week.

Never get above a C grade in school.

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Generation 5 - Dusty Miller

Hearing your parent’s amazing adventure stories always made your heart flutter, but you always thought there was more to life than the eyes can see. You’ve always been the shy kid that had good notes, but no one knew your true motive behind your great academics. You had one goal in life, and that was to discover the paranormal side of things; and so, with your best friend by your side you’ll dedicate your life to investigate all the weird phenomena happening around you.

Traits: Unflirty, Squeamish, Neat Aspiration: Soulmate Career: Freelance Paranormal Investigator (astronaut bgc)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes pink Likes green Dislikes black

Activities: Likes bowling

Rules:

Have a childhood crush and marry them later in life.

Complete the soulmate aspiration.

Befriend Bonehilda.

Master the medium and bowling skill.

Adopt at least one child.

Live in a haunted house for at least 1 sim year.

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Generation 6 - Goldfish

Growing up with a paranormal investigator parent, and having lived in a haunted house yourself, you have plenty of stories to tell! So, you decide to write them all down in hopes of becoming a bestselling paranormal author one day! However, despite having so many ideas, you struggle finding the motivation to actually write your novels.

Traits: Creative, Bookworm, Lazy Aspiration: Bestselling Author Career: Self-Employed Author

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes orange Dislikes yellow

Activities: Likes writing

Rules:

Master the writing, knitting and fishing skills.

Complete the bestselling author aspiration.

Have a close relationship with your grandparent from generation 4.

Only write one book a week.

Only meet friends online and only chat with them on the computer (only meet your lover in person).

Collect fish and mount them in your house.

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Generation 7 - Carnation

You used to spend your time in your room all day daydreaming and acting out scenarios. You were really good at it too, when you finally asked your parents to join after school acting they said yes. Everyone always praises you and you let it get to your head. You get in and out of many relationships, never learning that your egotistical behaviour drives them away from you. With every child you have, you never want them and always give them away. But deep down you still care so you go visit and spoil them like crazy. You have always wanted to grind your way to the top and you won't let anyone or anything get in the way of that.

Traits: Self-Absorbed (Mean bgc), Bro, Perfectionist Aspiration: Master Actor (Serial Romantic bgc) Career: Actor (Entertainer bgc)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes pink Dislikes orange

Activities: Likes acting Likes guitar Likes piano Likes media production Dislikes fishing

Rules:

Take acting club as a child.

Reach level 10 of acting career and complete Master Actor Aspiration (or just max out the career and aspiration if you don’t have GF).

Master of the acting or guitar (one of these), and media production, violin or piano (one of these) skill .

Have at least 10 ex lovers before marrying a coworker.

Reach 5 star celebrity (not needed if you don’t have GF).

Have 6 kids (can be with different lovers or same lover), make sure you don’t have custody over them and they stay with your exes .

Make sure to visit your kids at least once a week and to give them loads of gifts.

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Generation 8 - Peony

Having your parent so close but so far from you at the same time was always difficult to you. In your eyes the paparazzis saw them more times than you; in the movie premieres, charity events, you name it. That’s why you made yourself the promise to become a renowned photographer, hoping you’d have the chance to see them more that way. Even if your heart told you video gaming was your passion you convinced yourself being behind a camera was better for you and that it would make you happy in the end. But once again, when do things ever go your way?

Traits: gloomy, geek, creative Aspiration: Computer Whiz Career: Freelance photography (fashion stylist bgc), tech guru

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes purple Dislikes red

Activities: Likes video gaming Likes programming Dislikes photography (in elderly stage)

Rules:

Master video gaming skill, photography and programming.

Never marry.

Have two sets of twins with different sims (by cheats) but always be a single parent.

Have a photography studio at home (only if you have moschino, if not then skip) and then convert it to a gaming station.

Win at least 3 video game tournaments.

Have a great relationship with your kids, always help your children with homework/projects.

Reach excellent performance in the freelance photography career and then quit to join the tech guru career.

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Generation 9 - hydrangea

Growing up, you always loved spending the day outside rather than indoors, as your household was rather hectic. Eventually you tried gardening and found that you absolutely loved it. So, you spend your life building up the perfect garden. You love using produce from your garden to cook fancy meals for your family.

Traits: loves the outdoors, freegan (outgoing bcg), hot-headed Aspiration: freelance botanist Career: self-employed gardener (you can have a whole farm if you have cottage living)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes green

Activities: Likes gardening Dislikes video games

Rules:

Master gardening and gourmet cooking skills.

Master the freelance botanist aspiration.

Build up a greenhouse over the course of your life.

You must sell produce at the grocery stall and not your inventory (if you have cottage living).

Cooking a gourmet meal for your family every sunday.

Have three children.

Have a cat and a dog (bgc: just ignore this one).

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Generation 10 - Odessa

Being the middle child, you never got as much attention as your siblings (middle child syndrome). Therefore, you spend your whole life dedicated to proving yourself worthy to other people. No one ever doubted you, but everything has always been competitive. You get straight A’s in school and you start not one, but two businesses. Well, at least you have the love of your life by your side.

Traits: Cat Lover (loner bgc), Dog Lover (materialistic bgc), Hates children Aspiration: Friend of the Animals (Mansion Baron bgc) Career: Own a vet clinic and bakery (Business career if you don’t have either of these packs)

Likes and Dislikes:

Colours: Likes black and purple Dislikes every other colour

Activities: Likes baking

Rules:

Be the middle child.

Master the pet training and veterinarian skills (bgc logic and charisma).

Complete aspiration.

Get married to your highschool sweetheart.

Have the house full of pets at all times (bgc just ignore).

Never have kids, you’re not into that (if you want to have kids to continue the legacy, have only one but hire a nanny at all times).

have a date every Saturday night.

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 5 years ago

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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 8: The Light]

Hi y’all! Thank you so much for reading and supporting my writing. Each and every message/reblog/comment/etc makes me smile, and it’s a dream come true to get to share my work with you! 💜

Chapter summary: John shares a secret; Y/N excels at Scrabble; Brian makes peace; Roger suffers a misstep.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, medical stuff, pregnancy (not who you think!).

Chapter list (and all my writing) available HERE

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Medicine teaches you to be fiercely skeptical of things that seem too good to be true. Bodies fail—completely and inevitably, though the timing may differ—and patients lie. Medical records don’t, fingerprints don’t, track marks up the underside of an arm don’t, blood and paternity tests don’t, oftentimes the eyes don’t; but given half a chance, people will lie themselves right into the grave.

Those bruises, doc? Got ‘em from a nasty fall down the stairs. I’m lucky I didn’t break my neck!

Nope, never done drugs, not even a joint, I swear on my mother’s life.

I’ll give it up, I’ll go to rehab. Never again. I promise. I don’t want to die.

Doc, I don’t care if the timing doesn’t seem quite right. My husband IS the father. There’s been no one else!

That doting fiancé is flirting with the nurses. Those grown-up children who fluff pillows and dab away tears are asking about the will. That wife is never going to testify against her abusive husband. That addict is going to relapse again...and again...and again. Are there exceptions? Of course. But if you get in the habit of trusting people—of believing all those tantalizingly attractive, hopeful lies—it’ll break your heart six ways to Sunday. There is no perfection in medicine, and there are very rarely miracles.

And so during those first few weeks with Roger—as you watch him from the reeling crowd, from the other side of the tour bus, from across the restaurant table, from the tiny viewfinder of the Canon F-1—you can’t stop searching for the cracks, the shadows, the lies, the dark malignancies breeding beneath the surface. Because everything about Roger Taylor is too good to be true. He’s bright and he’s loud and he’s brilliant and he’s always smiling, always warm. He careens backstage after every show—you keep bracing yourself not to be disappointed when the novelty wears away, when it ends, but it doesn’t—pushing aside roadies and reporters, shouting “Where’s the love of my life? Where’s my Boston babe?” with the most absurd grin you’ve ever seen until he finds you, collides with you, scoops you up and spins you in ungainly circles as your toes skim the floor. Then he cradles your face in his scarred hands and kisses you, breathes you in, tells you everything about the show (even though you were there to see it) in a rush of pure, manic adrenaline. And you stumble into some dressing room together—or a hotel room, or a taxi, or a limousine, or an elevator—and finally it’s your bare thighs his palms are gliding over, your tongue tasting the Heineken and craving on his lips, and it feels impossible for that to ever change. Roger is too good to be true, that’s undeniable; but when you watch him with those doubtful, cautious eyes, you can’t find anything but light.

He wakes up at 6 a.m. to join you on a bayou tour in New Orleans, taps his cigarette over the moss-covered sides of the boat, points out the alligators with leathered skin and ancient yellow irises lurking in the depths. He walks Fremont Street with you in Las Vegas and makes you choose his numbers for the Roulette wheel, for his fate. He snaps photos of you on a sun-drenched balcony in Miami, roaring cobalt waves crashing in the background. He takes you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City, the Art Institute of Chicago, the National Aquarium in Baltimore, the Philadelphia Zoo, Myrtle Beach and the Saint Louis Arch and the Santa Monica Pier. Because he was telling the truth when he said he could show you the world all those months ago when Queen was at Top of the Pops; he was telling you the truth about the list that’s etched into the rushing scarlet chambers of his heart.

When the American leg of the tour ends and the band gets a brief reprieve in London, you move into Roger’s paltry, disorganized flat and scrub away all the remnants of his past life: dust and empty cigarette boxes and women’s socks, ashes and copies of Vogue, a tube of lipstick that isn’t yours. You don’t complain, don’t even frown; you’re under no delusions that something eternal can be founded on resentment, on lies. And so you clear out the clutter and open the windows so sunshine and crisp spring air can breathe through the apartment, so you can both start fresh along with the bellflowers and delphiniums and roses and the tawny newborn ducklings scampering behind their mothers. You hang photos from the tour and John’s sketches on the refrigerator, place your Canon F-1 and pink conch shell from Ostia on the nightstand, litter the drawers with your own socks and makeup. You teach Roger how to sew (although he’s not much good at it) and how to treat blisters (although you’ll always be there to do it for him); and in return Roger teaches you how to trust, how to believe, how to stop searching desperately for faults in the light.

On the second day of April, Queen boards their flight to Tokyo. Brian settles into a plushy, billowing blanket and loses himself in an astronomy magazine; he’s an engaged man now, an honest man in the eyes of society at large...and, far more importantly, his parents. Freddie pens lyrics in his notebook, humming disjointedly, napping like a cat when the mood strikes him. Roger snacks constantly and tries to get John chatting, but John is particularly subdued today, preoccupied, prone to gazing unfocusedly at the clouds that drift by outside and wringing his hands.

And you think, as you peer down into the glistening sapphire waters of the East China Sea: Brian’s a willow tree, Freddie’s a lightning storm, Roger is wildfire...but what is John?

Something deep, something beautiful and strong and constant and hidden.

The ocean, you decide as Queen’s private plane soars over the quicksilver waves that conceal the abyss. John is the ocean.

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“You didn’t have to stay, you know.”

John is lying on his back under a small grove of cherry blossom trees outside the hotel, sketching grey outlines of petals and arcing branches in a new notebook. He hasn’t given any sign that he heard you coming, doesn’t turn his head to see you. You freeze, startled.

“How’d you know it was me?!”

“You have very distinct footsteps. Dainty, yet purposeful.” He sets aside his notebook and sits up, crossing his long legs. “Why didn’t you go to lunch?”

“Because you didn’t. You turned down ramen, and you never turn down ramen. I was worried. Plus someone has to make sure a roving posse of screaming Japanese girls doesn’t carry you off.”

That makes him laugh. The Japanese fans are inexplicably obsessed with John; or maybe it’s not so inexplicable, maybe they just have a better eye for quiet, unassuming wonders. “Always so thoughtful.”

You sit down beside him, open a pack of chocolate-flavored Pocky and offer John a piece, frown when he lights a cigarette instead. “That’s really bad for you. Seriously. You should quit.”

“At last. One thing you and Brian agree on.” He exhales a gale of smoke and peers up at the cherry blossoms.

“John?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t break up with Veronica, did you?” Chrissie and Mary didn’t mention anything about her tearful devastation, and you suspect they would have had John gone through with it.

He sighs. “I did not.”

“And...are we feeling...okay about that...?”

He twirls the cigarette nervously between his fingers. After a silence, he surrenders. “Look, I haven’t told anybody yet, but I’d tell you first anyway. So here it goes.” He glances over at you guiltily, gloomily, wishing he could disappear. “I didn’t break up with Veronica because she’s pregnant.”

Your jaw falls open. A half-eaten stick of Pocky rolls out of your mouth and onto the grass. She’s what? She’s WHAT?

“Please don’t be disappointed,” John pleads. “I’m disappointed in myself enough for both of us, believe me.”

“I...I...I’m not disappointed, John, I’m just...” You blink at him. “Oh my god.”

He nods, acquiescent. “I’m in complete agreement.”

You shake your head, gaping at him, stunned; and suddenly you don’t like what you’re feeling at all. Because it isn’t just shock and horror, it isn’t just apprehension. You hate the thought of him touching her, of her delicate white hands on him, of innocence stripped away and memories impressed into muscle, into soul.

Because you know she’s not right for him. Because you know he doesn’t love her the way he should. Because you want the best for him and always have.

Oh, there’s a comforting rationale; but is it true?

And then: You fucking hypocrite. Since when do you get an opinion on who anyone sleeps with?

“It must have happened in January,” John says miserably. “Right before we left for the States. She didn’t want to tell me over the phone...I guess maybe she thought if she did I’d never come back. So she told me as soon as I landed in London. And here we all are.”

You stare down at your shoes, trying to compose yourself. “What are you going to do?”

“There’s only one option.”

“Actually, there are quite a few. But I know you’d never consider them.” John’s father died when he was ten, and he never talks about it; which is precisely how you know it’s a wound that can’t ever heal, a gash that goes straight down to the bone. He would never leave his child, never banish them to some dusty, repressed corner of his consciousness while he moves on with a blissfully unencumbered life. You whisper: “I’m so fucking sorry, John.”

That snaps something in him, something he was choking back. He buries his face in his hands. “What the fuck am I doing?” he moans. “I’m twenty-three years old, I’m broke, I turned down loads of jobs, good jobs, as an electrical engineer, I’ve somehow become the bassist in an increasingly famous rock band...I mean, how the hell did this happen? How did any of this happen?”

“It’ll be okay,” you insist with newfound resolve. I have to save him. I have to protect him.

John rolls those soft greyish eyes, hopeless, distraught. “Sure.”

“It will be, I promise you. The tour is going great. I had my doubts about the band when I first met you, I’ll admit it, I didn’t know if there was a future for Queen. But you’ve made me a believer. You’ve made millions of people all over the world believers. The money will keep rolling in, Queen will finally start seeing some of it, you won’t be broke forever. You’ll have two more months on the road and then we’ll be back in London, and it’ll be on to recording the next album, more shows, more money...the hard times are almost over, John. You can do this. And I’ll help you.”

His brow furrows. “You will?”

“Of course. If it’s easier for Veronica, it’ll be easier for you. So I’ll be extra friendly, take her to appointments when you’re busy, help organize the wedding, babysit the littlest Deacon whenever she needs me to. We’ll get through this. I’ll be there to help every step of the way.”

“You’re happy, aren’t you?” he asks suddenly. “You and Roger. You aren’t going anywhere.” He’s reading you closely, sifting through your words and forced smile for something deeper.

“I’m happy,” you assure him. “You don’t need to be concerned about that. I’m staying with the band, I’m staying in London. Whenever Queen is home, that is.”

He nods, but perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he was looking for. He finally accepts a piece of Pocky from you and takes a bite. “Then I guess we’ll plan for a summer wedding.”

“You could do a double one with Brian and Chrissie.”

He laughs so hard he almost inhales the Pocky, then doubles over coughing. “I think Bri would rather slit his own throat, but a charming thought. Thank you for that. Bravo.”

You smile at John, genuinely this time. “You’re going to be an amazing father. I hope you aren’t worried about that part of it, at least.”

“Will you be their godparent?”

“What? Me?!”

“Yeah. Because, you know...” John averts his gaze. “You’d be the person I would want to raise them if something happened to me and Veronica. You’re the most dedicated, stubborn, capable, nurturing, remarkable person I’ve ever met. You’re my best friend. And maybe Roger’s your best friend and you’re his, and that’s all fine, that’s alright, but you’re still mine.”

“Roger is a lot of incredible things, but he’s not my best friend.” You lie flat on the grass and lace your hands behind your head, tracking the weightless snowy clouds as they float by above. When did we become adults? When did all of these rules catch up to us? “I would be honored to be your child’s godparent.”

John plops down beside you. “Don’t tell the others yet, okay? I want to wait until the tour’s over. I don’t want them to panic and think I’m leaving and try to replace me or anything.”

“They wouldn’t try to replace you, John.”

“No?” he asks doubtfully.

“No. Roger knows it, Fred knows it, I think even Bri knows it.” You reach out and weave a lock of his hair through your fingers as cherry blossom petals tumble in the breeze. “You’re irreplaceable.”

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“Sod,” Freddie mocks. “That’s the best you could do? Really? Sod?”

Roger flings up his hands in frustration. “Freddie, I’ve got like a million Cs!”

“You could have done cod,” Brian notes, sipping a cup of hot tea. “Cods, actually.”

Roger glowers down at his Scrabble tiles. “Fuck.”

“And I’m so delighted he didn’t!” You place your tiles, expanding on sod to make rhapsody. John high-fives you and records the points in his notebook. Freddie and Brian groan in defeat.

“What the hell is a rhapsody?!” Roger snatches the Official Scrabble Dictionary off the table and flips through it.

“It’s a, like a...” Freddie waves his cigarette, scattering smoke through the air. “It’s like an epic poem. Or an opera. With lots of bizarre, different parts all pieced together.”

“That sounds made up.”

Freddie cackles. “Darling, it’s a real thing, I swear!”

Roger locates the pertinent page in the Scrabble Dictionary and his shoulders slump. “Goddammit. Fucking...too smart...nerdy...college-educated...girlfriend.” He drags you into his lap and kisses your temple. “You’re lucky you’re cute. I don’t usually tolerate being conquered like this.”

Bri smirks from behind his teacup. “I rather think you conquered her, Rog.”

“Oh, a rare good one from Bri!” Freddie trills as everyone laughs, although John soon busies himself with clearing empty bottles and cigarette butts off the table.

“Yes,” Roger agrees. “Against her superior judgment, I finally won her over. Only took eight months. Which is approximately...wait, let me count...seven and a half months longer than it has ever taken me before.”

You trace your fingertips across his stubbled cheeks, his soft lips, his little dark blond tufts of sideburns. “No one knows how to say no to you, do they?”

“It’s impossible. I’m too charming. Blindingly heroic. Perseus in the flesh.” He kisses your forehead and steadies you, his hands on your waist, as the brakes squeal and the tour bus lurches to a halt.

Freddie leaps to his feet and claps. “Alright, darlings! Off to the new digs we go. Deaky, hand me my shoes, they’re under the table...yes, right there...and toss over Brian’s hideous clogs as well.”

You help the roadies and the band drag luggage into the hotel (no small feat, as the elevator is out of order), unpack your toothbrush and hairbrush and a floral-patterned dress for dinner, giggle as you listen to Roger’s feral, raspy singing in the shower. It’s something about loving a car, how perfectly on-brand for him. Then Roger goes to fetch Freddie and John for dinner while you find Brian. Bri is collapsed on his bed in a striped t-shirt and jeans, freshly-washed and dewy, gazing up at the ceiling in a daze.

You tap gently on the doorframe. “Bri? You want to join us for dinner? There’s a sushi place a few blocks away that’s a local legend, apparently. Lots of veggie options too.”

He looks over at you. You haven’t spoken about the argument since you had it two months ago. Brian sometimes grimaces or smirks or rolls his willowy viridescent eyes, but he never says anything; not to you, and not to Roger as far as you’re aware. “I’m sorry,” he says simply. “I may have been out of line before. Incorrect, even.”

“No need to apologize, Bri. I’ve forgotten all about it.” You haven’t, but there’s no reason for Brian to know that.

“I just want what’s best for you. For you to be happy.”

“I know, Brian.” You cross the room and take his long, moon-white, artful hands in your own. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll be in the wedding party, won’t you? I know Chris will ask.”

“Of course. And I’ll proudly wear whatever dreadfully tacky and uncomfortable bridesmaid dresses she picks out.”

“Even if they’re a frightful shimmery green?”

“Oh god.” You swallow noisily. “I’ll still do it. And then burn the photos.”

Brian chuckles as he climbs out of bed. “In a stroke of luck, I suspect she’ll ask you to take the pictures. So you can avoid being in them as much as you’d like. And conveniently lose the unflattering ones.”

You study him thoughtfully. “Are you happy, Brian?”

“I am. Chrissie’s excited, my parents are thrilled, they’ll be sitting in the front row with the proudest smiles you’ve ever seen. Next comes a proper house, and children, and all the rest of it.” But something in those mellow olivey eyes is resigned, melancholy. His words from two months ago echo in your skull: It’s necessary. It’s self-preservation. Because sometimes the people who set us on fire would burn us alive.

“Do you still think about New Orleans?” you ask softly. About the woman he’d fallen in love with there before you ever met Queen, about the utopian passion he never quite stops searching for. Everyone has demons, secrets, shadowy trenches like cracks in porcelain; you’ve learned all about Brian’s. What about Roger’s? What about mine?

He shrugs, staring out the window at the dusky skyline of Yokohama. “Maybe I’ll always think about New Orleans. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have to grow up and start taking responsibility.”

“Responsibility,” you reply cynically, before you can stop yourself. “Is that all love is about anymore?”

“Not for you. Not for Roger. You both want your freedom, your adventure, your true and uncomplicated love. And you’ll get to keep it.”

For now. But you don’t say that. Instead, you smile appeasingly and gesture for Brian to follow you out into the hallway.

The others are waiting by the door to the stairwell: John in a smart grey suit, Freddie in his black-and-yellow jacket, Roger in sunglasses and a ridiculous leopard-print vest he’d dug out of a trashcan somewhere and precariously tall boots.

“At last, Nurse Nightingale and my darling Brian!” Freddie chirps. “Come on, I’m positively famished, and also I’ve bet five pounds that I can consume more sake shots than Roger and I could really use the dough.”

Roger pushes through the door, leading the way. “Prepare to lose!”

“Roger, please,” you implore. “New livers don’t grow on trees, and I can’t give you half of mine. I’m the wrong blood type.”

Roger laughs as he bounds down the steps, then whirls to grin up at you as he walks backwards. “Relax, Deaks will share! You’re type A, aren’t you John—?”

Roger’s heel slips and he plummets down the flight of stairs. He tumbles as the four of you shriek in horror and bolt after him, slams into the wall of the landing, ricochets off of it and plunges down the next flight as well. There’s blood, you think frenziedly as you descend, screaming Roger’s name. There’s blood all over the steps.

Roger, crumpled on the maroon-streaked landing, slowly unravels and groans. He glances down, appraises himself, then hammers his left fist against the concrete wall of the stairwell, roaring in raw agony and rage. “No no no no no no!”

“Roger—!”

And then you see it.

Roger’s right arm hangs uselessly, unnaturally, his snapped radius bloody and splitting through the skin.

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17 Spring Wedding Colors

Pastels are definitely mainstays when it comes to spring wedding colors, and while a good pastel wedding will always make us melt, soft hues like blush and periwinkle blue aren't your only options if you're planning a springtime wedding.

We're here to share some of our favorite spring wedding colors, from bright, floral-inspired hues to trendy neutrals — and for those of you who really have your hearts set on a blush wedding, a few stunning ways to use pastels (we couldn't resist!). These details prove that spring is one of the loveliest times to get married.

Ready to finalize your spring wedding colors? Use these ideas to get inspired.

Lemon yellow & peach

Yellow is a quintessential spring color, and we love how cheerful it looks when paired with a soft peach accent. This citrusy color combo is also quite versatile, and it can be as whimsical or as elegant as you want, depending on how you spin it. With a minimalist wedding dress, this peach cymbidium orchid and yellow rose bouquet is utterly sophisticated.

Green & gray

Neutral tones are also some of the prettiest spring wedding colors. Take a cue from the season by pairing greenery with white flowers and gray accents (love that velvet ribbon!) for a stylish palette. These ivy branches feel especially romantic and would be lovely for a springtime garden wedding.

Pink & light blue

A spring color palette for the ages. This iconic duo never goes out of style — keep it fresh by using the palest shade of blue to really let the pink hues stand out, and add neutrals like ivory and beige to round out the palette. Now, let's talk about those magnolias.

Blue & white

If you're going for modern ethereal vibes on the big day, blue and white are some of our favorite wedding colors. These hues are super romantic while also feeling clean and uncomplicated. Blue looks its best when you use a variety of shades — this marbled fondant cake shows that you don't need to stick to just one.

Fuchsia & orange

Looking to go bold with your spring wedding colors? A fuchsia and orange palette is feisty and fun. These bright colors are great for adding instant personality to blank slate venues, like lofts and warehouses. Plus, they set the tone for an upbeat event.

Blush & navy

Put a spin on basic blue and pink by using navy and blush instead. This color combo is popular for a vintage wedding style and is easy to adapt throughout your decor, from floral arrangements to stationery and table linens. The navy blue adds formality if you're getting married at a fancy venue.

Shades of green

One of the latest wedding trends is to pick a color (yup, just one!) and use shades of it throughout your decor. Take these green bridesmaid dresses as proof that sticking to one color family can be seriously gorgeous — this group wore dresses in sage and viridian green hues, then added greenery-filled bouquets to complete the look.

Shades of purple

Another way you can get on board with the monochromatic wedding trend: purple. This combination of lilac, plum, and amethyst is perfect for a spring wedding.

Teal & pink

These spring wedding colors are a bit more unconventional, but they're irresistibly pretty. We typically see pink paired with blue, purple, or green for spring weddings, so we love this subtle twist using the teal. This combination feels very sweet when paired with accents like antique furniture, lace, and velvet.

Blush & ivory

For a mostly neutral palette, try accenting barely-there blush with ivory and cream tones. Hints of shimmering metallic, like rose gold, add extra romance and luxe. We envision this color palette at an exquisite castle wedding venue or European-style garden.

Cobalt & green

Calling all playful and preppy couples! This color palette is eye-catching and energetic. Blue and green are relatively classic colors, making them ideal for traditional-with-a-twist weddings. Incorporate bursts of blue with flowers like anemones, delphinium, hydrangeas, sweet peas, and forget-me-nots.

Robin's egg blue & olive

These are two of the most harmonious spring wedding colors we could imagine. The muted olive green keeps the blue from being too pastel-y.

Coral

This vivid coral hue is a perfect color for springtime events. After a long winter, the orange-pink color is like an instant dose of sunshine for your wedding day! We especially love Coral for floral arrangements, wedding invitations, and place settings.

Ochre, white & gold

We're kind of obsessed with this bold yellow color. The trick to using such a vibrant hue in your wedding decor is moderation — notice how the rest of the details on this invitation are neutral, with a gold wax seal being the only other source of color. The end result? A totally chic (yet unexpected) look.

Blush & mint

These are two of the most popular spring wedding colors for a reason: they just look good together. Whether you're having a countryside garden wedding or getting married in a swanky ballroom, blush and mint always come through.

Yellow & moss green

Celebrate the season of renewal with a woodland-themed wedding filled with botanical details, like butterflies, greenery, and vintage floral illustrations. A color palette of yellow and moss green adds to the nature-inspired theme.

White

While spring is associated with pastels and bright colors, sometimes a lack of color is just as gorgeous. An all-white wedding is very springy — we're crushing on this white bouquet with understated hints of pink.

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Birthday Meaning

Birth date 31st October Colour Silver Number 22,4,13 Stone A Tigers eye – for spiritual protection and optimism Flower Delphinium Pet Adopt A Vulture Career Astronaut , Scientist , Commando Key Features Forceful, Indignant, Unusual Naturaly good at Fighting battles Character You have a slightly disturbing air about you as you tend to keep your face free from emotion. You are combative and fearless and would be excellent at martial artist. You favour all sports or you go to the opposite extreme and let your body go completely to pot but there is no middle ground. Learn to trust more. Life path You may have been let down or disappointed by someone when you were small and this has left a deep emotional scar. You have to take things less personally because you are stopping yourself receiving so much love. You are sexy and if you weren’t so spiky you would have would be admirers beating a path to your door. Love Love is letting go of fear, love is allowing your partner to be free to be who they are in the world. You are loveable and love surrounds you so do not get obsessive or possessive with potential mates or you could frighten them away. Why not try an Aquarius who shares your birthday ruler Uranus. Best present The Book “Conversations With God” Neal Donald Walsh, A Statue Of The Buddha

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modafinil

Iron has a sour taste and a cool active force. Addition other things, it is used against certain types of edema (tumors), as well as in diseases of the liver and eyes. \ Iron ore. Hematite (red iron ore) has a sour and astringent taste and has a drying effect. It is used for diseases of the liver, bones (for example, fractures) and the brain. Exerts a pulling effect on the lymphatic fluid. Magnetite has the same range of applications as hematite, but is also used to remove metallic foreign bodies from the intestinal tract. Meteoric iron is used to regenerate nerves. Lead oxide is used in necrotic conditions (the processes of decay in cell tissue). Tin and tin ore contribute to the growth of muscle tissue. Zinc is used for eye diseases modalert and for stimulating healing of wounds. In addition, it helps against excessive sweating. Mercury in purified form is an integral component of "precious pills". Due to the constant mobility, mercury is identified with mental abilities and bodily energy Lung (wind). In the usual form, mercury is a deadly poison, but when purified, it turns into an unsurpassed medication. In this capacity, it is also similar to the mind, which forms a single "whole" only in pure form. Among other things, it is believed that purified mercury prolongs life, is a common tonic and detoxifying agent. Gems All pure gems possess powerful healing properties. The worse the quality of the stone, the lower its healing powers. Master of Medicine, who has attained full Awakening The greatest Healer sits on the purest precious stone. Its clear glow is directed in all directions to alleviate the suffering of all the unfortunate and all the burdens of existence. The diamond (Skt. Vajra, tibetts.dorje) is considered to be the unbreakable primordial energy of the Universe. However, this can also be understood in a figurative sense. In the "Root Tantra," the precious stones worn by people are attributed to an inherent property that relieves the sufferings caused by poisons and spirits, from (mental) darkness, swelling and fever. In addition, it is believed that the glow of the precious stones is capable of "clearing everything around". Precious stones, which people wear as talismans, can also fulfill desires. The precious stones of the gods (devas) have additional qualities. Among other things, they are completely clean and capable of speaking. Precious stones Bodhisattvas (enlightened beings who come to the earthly world out of a sense of compassion to indicate to all suffering beings the path to liberation) may even give instructions. With the help of these instructions, the Bodhisattvas are given the opportunity to learn when the time comes for liberation for other living beings.

Below is a list of gemstones used in medicinal compositions. Turquoise is used from liver poisoning, "hot" liver diseases and fever caused by poisoning. Lapis lazuli is used in the treatment of leprosy, with poisoning and lymph diseases. Malachite removes "the harm brought by twenty-eight constellations of moving stars." One of the types of such harm is epilepsy. Malachite is used for male sexual diseases, and also for drying the lymphatic fluid. It is also known that malachite promotes the restoration of hair growth. The following natural substances can also be included in the list: Pearls and mother-of-pearl are used for poisoning, and also have an extremely beneficial effect on the brain. However, in Tibetan medicine, the word "pearl" means not only those types of zhemchug that grow in the shells of mollusks, but also bright red gems from the brain of a certain species of snakes or bright blue pearls from South India that are found on the trees after the rain. "Pearls" are also found in peacocks. They are the best help in poisoning. Red and black corals are used for various types of fever (for example, with liver fever). Coral also helps with fever caused by poisoning. Pyrite (iron pyrites) is considered favorable against eye diseases, and also against rabies. In addition, it has a beneficial effect with such brain diseases as obsessive-compulsive states. Helps with lymphatic diseases. Lapis lazuli with inclusions of pyrite is used to achieve a combined effect. The stone "gzi" (chalce don / agat) is considered a sacred stone, giving protection. He has eyes (that is, black circles). It is said that it occurred at a time when the present Tibet was an ocean bottom. Among other things, this stone is used for poisoning, gouty fever and eye diseases. The shell of a large lipirus (sea snail) has a spiral, located clockwise (the highest type of spiral) and counter-clockwise (the lowest type of spiral). These shells are ground into powder and used against eye and bone diseases and suppurative accumulations. Some types of mollusks have the same effect. Calcium carbonate (calcium carbonate) is added to medical formulations against diseases of bones, ligaments and tendons. Calcite is considered an important component of rejuvenating elixirs. Coal dissolves the gallstone and stones in the kidneys. Talc cleans channels and helps to get rid of stones. Nitrate is also used to dissolve all types of concrete. Eliminates the retention of urine. An ancient method of obtaining "sulfur" consisted in burning green barley. Used to cleanse tumors and to increase body heat. Potash (potassium carbonate) is used to increase the body's total heat (meaning "maturation" of certain processes). Sodium (sodium oxide) serves to remove undigested grain, and is also considered an antidote. Yellow sulfur is used for diseases caused by perfume, and exerts a drying effect on pus and lymph. Black sulfur is used in certain skin diseases, for example, with erysipelas. Plants The main ingredients of any medicinal composition are all parts of plants - from roots to flowers. The rules for collecting and drying plants were given in the previous chapter. Here I propose to the attention of readers a small list of plants growing also in the West. Some of the described plants have several subspecies, which sometimes are differently identified by different authors. For simplicity, parent names of plants are given modafinil in parentheses. For example, in the Tibetan Materia Medica there are at least six different subspecies of "flesh". In our book we use only the generic

title of Delphinium. On the other hand, if a subspecies is known, its exact Latin name is used. For example, Paeonia veitchii - a pion or Gallium aparine - a bedstrawer tenacious. In this context, it should be mentioned once again that Tibetan medicine practically never treats individual substances. By mixing different substances, it is possible to eliminate imbalances of bodily energies and / or side effects of Xia or their prevention. Some of the following plants are very toxic (for example, aconite, bleached, hemp, etc.). These plants should not be used even without the advice and assistance of a specialist in herbal therapy. As already mentioned, even the most "harmless" at first sight plants form very active substances. The greatest of all plants Unfortunately, "the magnificent unsurpassed tree of the world balance". J (Arunangyal), which is considered the greatest of all healing races, and | is growing only during the time of the Buddha's earth. It is a domain * gives all six tastes, as well as all three post-digestive tastes, all eight active forces and twenty characteristics of the disease. In Tibetan medicine, the balance is likened to a "precious stone that fulfills desires." But we have the ability to use three other kinds of mirabalan. Although they do not have all six tastes, some have up to five tastes. Usually they use the fruits of mirabalan, but sometimes the bark and the core of the cortex are also used. Kabul myrobalan / panicle tree myrobalan chebulia = terminalia chebula; arura) on the properties of the bark is comparable to a powerful ore It has all the tastes, except salted. This is the ¬ is a universal medicine for Tibetan medicine. ate It is considered to be exceptionally nutritious, contributing to long- anniversary and inciting the digestive heat. There are up to eight subspecies of fruits with the corresponding different areas of For example, with eye diseases, obsession with demons, pilots °! schizovatelnyh disorders, for healing of wounds, with disease * bile, and so on.

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Other types of mirabalan have similar healing properties.

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