#Rosie Foxglove

[ataraxystar]

Rosie, Dawn, and Bab the Psychic Babe in their Halloween costumes! Hunter S. Thompson, Wilhamena, and a retro space girl respectively!

[potatochip-oc-dump]

batch of oc doodles i did recently :9 im having ideas again

[pupsmailbox]

MOTH︰BUTTERFLY ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　acantha.　adela.　adley.　aetheria.　aiden.　ainsley.　alis.　allison.　amos.　angle.　ankova.　antler.　apollo.　apple.　arches.　arden.　argent.　ari.　aruna.　ashworth.　aspen.　asteria.　astralyn.　atlas.　barberry.　bay.　bee.　belina.　bellamy.　belle.　blair.　blake.　blossom.　bright.　brighton.　bryn.　butter.　butterfleigh.　butterfly.　cadi.　cai.　calesia.　cali.　canary.　carson.　cayana.　chai.　cherry.　chouko.　cinnabar.　cistus.　clancy.　clifden.　cloud.　clover.　cosmia.　crimson.　daisy.　dakota.　december.　dewick.　dorian.　dot.　dusk.　dust.　eclipse.　eilira.　eilliot.　ellison.　elnora.　emerald.　ermina.　ermine.　esmerelda.　esther.　evelyn.　evern.　falena.　fern.　finley.　fisher.　flora.　fly.　flynn.　forest.　fox.　foxglove.　galatea.　galium.　garnet.　ghost.　ginny.　greta.　grey.　haden.　haven.　hawk.　haworth.　hayden.　heath.　herald.　hesperia.　holli.　hollis.　isabella.　ismeria.　isola.　jael.　jayden.　jersey.　july.　june.　juniper.　juno.　kahli.　kai.　karran.　karson.　kentish.　kimko.　kit.　kori.　lace.　lackey.　langmaid.　lepida.　light.　luca.　lucy.　luna.　lunar.　malam.　maple.　march.　mariposa.　marlow.　marrow.　mars.　may.　micah.　mirza.　mocha.　molie.　monroe.　moth.　mothra.　mothy.　nettle.　november.　oak.　ocaria.　oleander.　opal.　palmyra.　paru.　parvaneh.　peach.　pearl.　pepper.　pine.　pinion.　plume.　poppy.　psyche.　quinn.　reed.　reid.　rekoa.　remi.　riband.　ricki.　robin.　rose.　rosy.　rowan.　ruby.　rufous.　sable.　saffron.　saga.　saige.　scarlet.　scotch.　sibylla.　silver.　skyler.　sula.　swift.　tara.　tate.　tatum.　tawny.　tera.　thora.　tiger.　una.　vanessa.　violet.　virginia.　weaver.　winter.　wren.　yara.　zephyr.　zephyra.　zion.　zoumi.

PRONOUNS ⌇　admir/admiral.　ant/antenna.　anten/antenna.　antler/antler.　apple/apple.　blood/blood.　blue/blue.　bu/butterfly.　bug/bug.　butter/butterfly.　carpet/carpet.　chalk/chalk.　cherry/cherrie.　chrysalis/chrysali.　clear/clearwing.　cloud/cloud.　cocoo/cocoon.　cocoon/cocoon.　dagger/dagger.　dark/dark.　dew/dew.　dot/dot.　dusk/dusk.　dust/dust.　erm/ermine.　eye/eye.　flame/flame.　flap/flap.　flow/flower.　flu/fluttflutter.　fluff/fluff.　fluff/luff.　flutter/flutter.　fly/fly.　forest/forest.　fri/fritillary.　frit/fritillery.　goat/goat.　gold/gold.　hair/hairstreak.　hawk/hawk.　hawk/hawkmoth.　heart/heart.　hide/hide.　hook/hook.　in/insect.　insect/insect.　lace/lace.　lamp/lamp.　leaf/leaf.　lepidoptera/lepidoptera.　light/light.　lu/luna.　luna/luna.　lunar/lunar.　maple/maple.　mo/monarch.　mo/moth.　mocha/mocha.　moon/moon.　mor/morpho.　moth/moth.　nec/nectar.　night/night.　night/night.　nocturnal/nocturnal.　noct/nocturnal.　oak/oak.　plume/plume.　reed/reed.　riph/ripheu.　rose/rose.　sallow/sallow.　shark/shark.　sil/silk.　silk/silk.　small/small.　snout/snout.　squeak/squeak.　squeak/squeaker.　stripe/stripe.　sul/sulphur.　swa/swallow.　swa/tail.　swall/swallowtail.　swift/swift.　tiny/tiny.　tuss/tussock.　wax/waxe.　wing/wing.　☁️ . ⭐️ . 🌕 . 💡 . 🦋 .

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Moth ID pack

Requested by 🫀🪽 Anon

Names

Aetheria, Angle, Antler, Apple, Arches, Argent, Ashworth, Astralyn, Barberry, Bee, Belle, Blair, Bright, Brighton, Canary, Cherry, Cinnabar, Cistus, Clancy, Clifden, Cloud, Clover, Crimson, December, Dewick, Dot, Dusk, Eclipse, Emerald, Ermine, Fisher, Forest, Fox, Foxglove, Galium, Ghost, Grey, Hawk, Haworth, Heath, Herald, Jersey, July, Kentish, Kit, Lace, Lackey, Langmaid, Light, Luna, Lunar, March, Mocha, November, Oak, Oleander, Peach, Pearl, Pine, Pinion, Plume, Reed, Riband, Rose, Rosy, Ruby, Rufous, Sable, Scarlet, Scotch, Silver, Swift, Tiger, Weaver, Winter, Zephyra

Pronouns

antler/antlers, apple/apples, blood/bloods, carpet/carpets, chalk/chalks, cherry/cherries, cloud/clouds, dagger/daggers, dark/darks, dew/dews, dot/dots, eye/eyes, flame/flames, flap/flaps, flutter/flutters, forest/forests, goat/goats, gold/golds, hawk/hawks, heart/hearts, hook/hooks, lace/laces, leaf/leafs, light/lights, luna/lunas, maple/maples, mocha/mochas, moon/moons, moth/moths, night/nights,noct/nocturnal/nocturnals, oak/oaks, plume/plumes, reed/reeds, rose/roses, sallow/sallows, shark/sharks, snout/snouts, swift/swifts, wax/waxes, wing/wings, ☁️/☁️s, ⭐️/⭐️s, 🌕/🌕s, 💡/💡s, 🦋/🦋s, 🪻/🪻s

Titles

A Beautiful Nightly Bug, A Flap of Brown Fluff, The Midnight Beauty, The Moon-made Bug, The Moth, The Moth Under The Moon, The Moth of Night, The Nocturnal Butterfly, The Nocturnal Pollinator, The One Who Loves The Moon, The One Who’s Wings Flap At Night, [prn] Who Flutters at Night

Genders

Attlasas, Blackmothic, Cecropiamothaestic, Cinnabarmoth/Goldenemperormoth, Cozymoth, Cutemothic, Deaths-headhawkmoth, Dissocialunarocera, Emperormothbitch, Flannelmothgender, Gianleomoth, Hawkmothbitch, Lepidoeleribitch, Lepidoricibitch, Lepidospinnic, Lepidopteragender, Leucomagender, Lovecoremoth, Lucertineanic, Lunacutie, Lunamoth, Lunamothbitch, Lunamothgender, Lunarocera, Modrightic, Mothbitch, Mothbodiment, Mothboy/Mascptera/Mascrocera, Mothgirlthing, Mothypic, Mothlexic, Oleanderhawkmoth, Papiliogender, Polyphemothbitch, Poodlemothgender, Rosymaplemoth, Rosymaplemothsectic, Rosymaplic, Scarlettigermoth

Other mogai

Aldergardentigermothic, Aldermoth/Mothstelic/Mothvior/Mothvesi, Aldermothlike, Assigned Moth at Birth/AMoAB, Lunamothstelic/Lunamothdernic, Moth Omninoun, Multimothstelic, Nightskyhearthic

[dick-meister]

Make sure you present Rosie with a bouquet of geraniums, foxglove, meadowsweet, yellow carnations, and orange lilies when she returns! It's a good way to give her well-wishes when she returns!

“These all look like the same damn flower!” They absolutely were not. “Whatever, fine. I’ll give her… Uh. Can you repeat that?? Actually write it down. Better yet, fax it to me.”

[flowerycharacterslist]

↑ ↑ ↑

The tournament is up there, with the rules, my open askbox etc.

Names' ideas from the characters list below (they're examples I've gathered or you submitted, THIS ISN'T A LIST OF CONFIRMED CONTESTANTS. If you want them in the bracket you have to submit them) :

Acerola, Aerith, Ainsley, Almond, Althea, Alyssa, Alyssum, Amaranth, Amarantha, Amaryllis, Amy Rose, Ananas, Anemona, Anemone, Angel Lily, Angelica, Angélique, Anthea, Anthy, Apple Bloom, Araluen, Arum, Asami, Ash, Ashleigh, Ashley, Aster, Artremisia, Ayano, Azalea, Azami

Basil, Begonia, Belladonna, Bellossom, Berry, Bloom, Blooms, Blossom, Bluebell, Botan, Bougainvillea, Briar Rose, Briony, Bryony, Buttercup, Byakuren

Calanthe, Calla (Lily), Camellia, Campion, Carmilla, Carnation, Cassia, Cedar, Celandine, Cerise, Cherry, Cherry Blossom, Chloe, Chrysanthemum, Clove, Clover, Cosmo, Crocus, Cucumber, Cynthia

Dahlia, Daisy, Dandelion, Daphne, Daphnes, Delphine, Delphinium, Dendro, Dendrobium, Diantha, Dianthus

Eglantine, Elanor, Erica, Erika

Fearne, Fields, Ficus, Fig, Fleur, Fleur de Lis, Fleur-de-Lys, Flora, Florence, Flores, Flower, Flower in the Night, Flowey, Flox, Forsythia, Foxglove, Fuchsia, Fuji, Fujiwara, Fuuka

Gardenia, Garlic, Gentian, Geranium, Gladiolus, Gladion, Goldmary, Guzma

Hana, Hanadera, Hanajima, Hanako, Hanami, Hanasaki, Haruka, Hau, Hazel, Heather, Hemlock, Hibiscus, Hinata, Holly, Hollyhock, Hollyleaf, Honeysuckle, Hortense, Hortensia, Hua, Hyacinth, Hyacinthe, Hyacinthus

Iantha, Ianthe, Ibaraki, Iolanthe, Iris, Itsuki, Ivy

Jacinda, Jaskier, Jasmine, Jessamine, Jessamy, Juniper

Kalen, Kalina, Kanon, Kasen, Katniss, Kiku, Kikyo, Kiryu, Kiwi, Kugisaki, Kukui, Kuroba

Laura, Laurel, Lauren, Lavender, Leif, Lemon, Lian, Liana, Lilac, Lili, Lilia, Lilian, LilianaLilium, Liliya, Lilja, Lillian, Lilliana, Lillie, Lillium, Lilly, Lily, Lime, Linnea, Lusamine, Lychee

Magnolia, Mallow, Mandelstam, Maple, Margaret, Marguerite, Marigold, Marlowe, Meadow, Mei, Mentha, Miki, Mimosa, Mint, Minty, Momo, Momoka, Moobloom, Myrrh, Myrrha, Myrtle

Nadeshiko, Narcissus, Nasreen, Nemona, Nepeta,

Orange Blossom, Orchid

Padma, Padmé, Pema, Peasley Peony, Pepper, Periwinkle, Pervinca, Petunia, Pimpernel, Plumeria, Poppy, Posey, Posy, Potpourri, Primrose, Pumpkinhead

Quince

Ran, Rapunzel, Raspberry, Ren, Riko, Ringo, Roisin, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosalina, Rosalind, Rosaline, Rosamund, Rosalyne, Rose, Rosella, Roseluck, Rosemary, Rosemaster, Ronsencrantz, Rosethorn, Rosetta, Rosie, Rosita, Rozaliya, Rue

Sage, Saki, Sakuko, Sakura, Salvia, Samantha, Seagrass, Sensui, Sequoia, Smilax, Sour Grapes, Sprig, Spruce, Strelitzia, Sue, Sumire, Sumireko, Susan, Susannah, Susie, Suzanne, Sweet Grapes, Sylvester, Sylvia, Sylvie

Tamar, Tamara, Tansy, Thalia, Thistlefoot, Thorn, Toph, Tsubaki, Tsubomi, Tulip, Turnip, Twoflower

Utena

Vanilla, Vasily, Venus, Veronica, Viola, Violet, Violetta

Whitley, Willow, Wisteria,

Xion, Xochitl

Yasamin, Yasmin, Yasmina, Yotsuba, Yuri

Zara, Zahra, Zinnia, Zisu, Zhou Xu

[dansnaturepictures]

Six of my favourite photos I took in June 2023 and month summary 

The photos are of: Red Squirrel at Newborough Forest, Anglesey, Stonechat at RSPB Valley Wetlands in Anglesey, evening view at Cemaes on Anglesey, Lulworth Skipper at Durlston in Dorset, evening view at Lakeside Country Park, Hampshire and pyramidal orchids at Durlston. 

I often say things about June being the or a key month of the year as since I left education we’ve had a wildlife holiday in all but two Junes (one of them was 2020 when we had to postpone a holiday until 2021 due to the pandemic and still had a week off of day trips) which often contains some of our best experiences of a year and everything wildlife wise at home is packed and in terms of insects and flowers especially going at quite a pace into summer. This June was no exception, and was a phenomenal month. Starting with birds where I had a fantastic birdwatching month, with a few more species seen for the first time this year putting my year list into an unbelievable position with Sunday’s Pig Bush Spotted Flycatcher sighting taking my year list to 207 to make it my highest ever. There were some incredible species seen this month, from Arctic Tern, Manx Shearwater, Chough, Black Guillemot and Little Ringed Plover key birds of the amazing holiday on Anglesey and wider north Wales, to Peregrine at Winchester Cathedral and Durlston and Great Crested Grebes at Lakeside excitedly seeing chicks for both this month. Jay, Common Guillemot, Razorbill and Puffin and Marsh and Hen Harrier were other key birds this month. It was a brilliant month of mammals, headlined by the exquisite experiences seeing the Red Squirrel to ensure I’ve seen them in England, Scotland and Wales this year and also Grey Seals amazingly on a boat trip around Puffin Island on Anglesey. 

It was a blissful month of butterflies as we sailed into summer, I was amazed to see species such as Meadow Brown and Large Skipper firstly at Lakeside, Silver-studded Blue, Common Grayling, Dark Green Fritillary and Ringlet firstly in the amazing set we saw in North Wales, Small Skipper, Essex Skipper, the Lulworth Skippers, Gatekeeper, Small Pearl-bordered Fritillary with Small Copper and lots of Red Admiral other highlights. I am in a strong place in my butterfly year compared to my other years. Silver Y, enigmatic Hummingbird hawk-moths, the emergence of both Five-spot Burnet and Six-spot Burnet into my year and new ones for me like Brown Silver-line, Rosy Wave, Large Yellow Underwing and Garden Grass Veneer as well as Straw Dot seen were key species of a strong moth month.

It was a dazzling month of dragonflies and damselflies with so many seen. Golden-ringed Dragonfly, Four-spotted Chaser, Emperor, Southern Hawker, Black-tailed Skimmer and Broad-bodied Chaser were strong dragonflies to observe, with Azure Damselfly which I’m having a great year for, Beautiful Demoiselle, Blue-tailed Damselfly and Common Blue Damselfly fascinating and stunning damsels to enjoy. It was a great month for other insects with Swollen-thighed beetle dominating the month with loads seen probably more than I have before this year. Great Green Bush-cricket, Rose Chafer beetle, Chrysomela populi beetle and Black-spotted Longhorn beetle were other creatures I was so fascinated and thrilled to see and for many learn.

June was a fabulous month of flowers too of course as I was captivated by orchids seeing the pyramidals, bee orchids a flower I love so much, and marsh orchids including early marsh orchid. Marsh helleborine, self-heal, argimony, English stonecrop, sheep’s-bit, marsh cinquefoil, yellow-horned poppy, meadow crane’s-bill, bird’s-foot trefoil, red campion, foxgloves, yellow rattle, chamomile, pineappleweed, yellow iris, thrift, knapweed, thistle, mallow and oxeye daisy were other key flowers seen with the flowers seen at Lakeside regularly and big times in the year for flowers in Anglesey and Durlston sticking in the mind. Finally it was a great month for just enjoying being outdoors and seeing the outdoors in so much bright sunshine, I took in many breathtaking views at many wonderful places enjoying summery sunsets, sun going down scenes and the moon. Have a nice July all. 

[bluravenite]

Bleeding heart & foxglove

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OKAY LEMME THIMK ABOUT THISS!! (sorry in advance for ranting-)

bleeding heart: what makes your heart go mushy?

listen,, I'm a Pisces okay?? I will literally cry over a banana. HOWEVER,, the best way I can explain it is this,, bear with me: You know how animals cuddle?? OKAY YEAH, I grew up with 4 cats but I was an only child, so very often my only source of comfort was when my cat would crawl over me and cuddle me in silence (i usually go non-verbal when I cry/am upset) so my love language is non-verbal quality time and acts of service/touch!!! any scene or scenario where someone just quietly holds you and stays with you for a while is like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA where can I buy this!!!???? (sorry for ranting LMAO help...)

foxglove: what is your favorite color and in what shade?

I love how this should be a given because it says "blue" in my username, but it's not blue!! Blue in my name comes from my dad who nicknamed me blue as a kid, I also love yellow things, so I have a bunch of warm yellow accents around my room for no particular reason!! they just make me very happy.

That being said, my favorite color is red!! It's tough for me to pick because as an artist I GENUINELY FOR SOME REASON HAVE LEARNED TO LOVE ALL COLORS???? but I am ABSOLUTELY WEAK for a good Red.

Cherry red? Coca-Cola red? vintage lipstick red? Posca marker red? blood red? crimson red? party poison red? manic panic red? interview with the vampire book cover red? wine red? rosy red? neon red? dark red? velvety red? tbh any kind of red!!!

but yes I'm always in between a crimson red, canary yellow, and a Prussian or electric blue!!! That's why I have red as my accent color here on my blog's title :)

[heatherlala]

Behold, bitches. Gerald Moira's The Silent Voice. This emotional and subdued Pre-Raphaelite oil-on-canvas from 1893 reeeeally grips my heart.

And why wouldnt it? Ethereal and deep, the contemplative melancholy quickly takes me to times ive felt so very lost and hopeless, dissociating within a spiral of my own anxious dispairs.

Its haunting.

Literally.

At first glance, you may think this painting is about an angel comforting a woman, or representing grief and the loss of loved ones...but that angel?

It's actually a voice in the subjects head, trying to convince her to off herself.

The Silent Voice illustrates a stanza from The Two Voices, a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson:

Thereto the silent voice replied;

“Self-blinded are you by your pride:

Look up thro’ night: the world is wide.

The poem is about depression and suicide, and is very interesting (controversal) because the voices discuss both sides of the subject, and well, people... they dont like that.

By the way, that was an autobiographical poem written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson in a time of great personal turmoil following the death of his friend Arthur Hallam and was originally titled 'Thoughts of a Suicide' in manuscript.

Another layer added to the drear.

Anyway, I feel it, respect it, and love it.

Here's the poem:

The Two Voices

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

A still small voice spake unto me,

‘Thou art so full of misery,

Were it not better not to be?’

Then to the still small voice I said;

‘Let me not cast in endless shade

What is so wonderfully made.’

To which the voice did urge reply;

‘To-day I saw the dragon-fly

Come from the wells where he did lie.

‘An inner impulse rent the veil

Of his old husk: from head to tail

Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.

‘He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;

Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew

A living flash of light he flew.’

I said, ‘When first the world began,

Young Nature thro’ five cycles ran,

And in the sixth she moulded man.

‘She gave him mind, the lordliest

Proportion, and, above the rest,

Dominion in the head and breast.’

Thereto the silent voice replied;

‘Self-blinded are you by your pride:

Look up thro’ night: the world is wide.

‘This truth within thy mind rehearse,

That in a boundless universe

Is boundless better, boundless worse.

‘Think you this mould of hopes and fears

Could find no statelier than his peers

In yonder hundred million spheres?’

It spake, moreover, in my mind:

‘Tho’ thou wert scatter’d to the wind,

Yet is there plenty of the kind.’

Then did my response clearer fall:

‘No compound of this earthly ball

Is like another, all in all.’

To which he answer’d scoffingly;

‘Good soul! suppose I grant it thee,

Who’ll weep for thy deficiency?

‘Or will one beam be less intense,

When thy peculiar differenee

Is cancell’d in the world of sense?’

I would have said, ‘Thou canst not know,’

But my full heart, that work’d below,

Rain’d thro’ my sight its overflow.

Again the voice spake unto me:

‘Thou art so steep’d in misery,

Surely ’twere better not to be.

‘Thine anguish will not let thee sleep,

Nor any train of reason keep:

Thou canst not think, but thou wilt weep.’

I said, ‘The years with change advance:

If I make dark my countenance,

I shut my life from happier chance.

‘Some turn this sickness yet might take,

Ev’n yet.’ But he: ‘What drug can make

A wither’d palsy cease to shake?’

I wept, ‘Tho’ I should die, I know

That all about the thorn will blow

In tufts of rosy-tinted snow;

‘And men, thro’ novel spheres of thought

Still moving after truth long sought,

Will learn new things when I am not.’

‘Yet,’ said the secret voice, ‘some time,

Sooner or later, will gray prime

Make thy grass hoar with early rime.

‘Not less swift souls that yearn for light,

Rapt after heaven’s starry flight,

Would sweep the tracts of day and night.

‘Not less the bee would range her cells,

The furzy prickle fire the dells,

The foxglove cluster dappled bells.’

I said that ‘all the years invent;

Each month is various to present

The world with some development.

‘Were this not well, to bide mine hour,

Tho’ watching from a ruin’d tower

How grows the day of human power?’

‘The highest-mounted mind,’ he said,

‘Still sees the sacred morning spread

The silent summit overhead.

‘Will thirty seasons render plain

Those lonely lights that still remain,

Just breaking over land and main?

‘Or make that morn, from his cold crown

And crystal silence creeping down,

Flood with full daylight glebe and town?

‘Forerun thy peers, thy time, and let

Thy feet, millenniums hence, be set

In midst of knowledge, dream’d not yet.

‘Thou hast not gain’d a real height,

Nor art thou nearer to the light,

Because the scale is infinite.

‘’Twere better not to breathe or speak,

Than cry for strength, remaining weak,

And seem to find, but still to seek.

‘Moreover, but to seem to find

Asks what thou lackest, thought resign’d,

A healthy frame, a quiet mind.’

I said, ‘When I am gone away,

“He dared not tarry,” men will say,

Doing dishonour to my clay.’

‘This is more vile,’ he made reply,

‘To breathe and loathe, to live and sigh,

Than once from dread of pain to die.

‘Sick art thou–a divided will

Still heaping on the fear of ill

The fear of men, a coward still.

‘Do men love thee? Art thou so bound

To men, that how thy name may sound

Will vex thee lying underground?

‘The memory of the wither’d leaf

In endless time is scarce more brief

Than of the garner’d Autumn-sheaf.

‘Go, vexed Spirit, sleep in trust;

The right ear, that is fill’d with dust,

Hears little of the false or just.’

‘Hard task, to pluck resolve,’ I cried,

‘From emptiness and the waste wide

Of that abyss, or scornful pride!

‘Nay–rather yet that I could raise

One hope that warm’d me in the days

While still I yearn’d for human praise.

‘When, wide in soul and bold of tongue,

Among the tents I paused and sung,

The distant battle flash’d and rung.

‘I sung the joyful Pæan clear,

And, sitting, burnish’d without fear

The brand, the buckler, and the spear–

‘Waiting to strive a happy strife,

To war with falsehood to the knife,

And not to lose the good of life–

‘Some hidden principle to move,

To put together, part and prove,

And mete the bounds of hate and love–

‘As far as might be, to carve out

Free space for every human doubt,

That the whole mind might orb about–

‘To search thro’ all I felt or saw,

The springs of life, the depths of awe,

And reach the law within the law:

‘At least, not rotting like a weed,

But, having sown some generous seed,

Fruitful of further thought and deed,

‘To pass, when Life her light withdraws,

Not void of righteous self-applause,

Nor in a merely selfish cause–

‘In some good cause, not in mine own,

To perish, wept for, honour’d, known,

And like a warrior overthrown;

‘Whose eyes are dim with glorious tears,

When, soil’d with noble dust, he hears

His country’s war-song thrill his ears:

‘Then dying of a mortal stroke,

What time the foeman’s line is broke,

And all the war is roll’d in smoke.’

‘Yea!’ said the voice, ‘thy dream was good,

While thou abodest in the bud.

It was the stirring of the blood.

‘If Nature put not forth her power

About the opening of the flower,

Who is it that could live an hour?

‘Then comes the check, the change, the fall,

Pain rises up, old pleasures pall.

There is one remedy for all.

‘Yet hadst thou, thro’ enduring pain,

Link’d month to month with such a chain

Of knitted purport, all were vain.

‘Thou hadst not between death and birth

Dissolved the riddle of the earth.

So were thy labour little-worth.

‘That men with knowledge merely play’d,

I told thee–hardly nigher made,

Tho’ scaling slow from grade to grade;

‘Much less this dreamer, deaf and blind,

Named man, may hope some truth to find,

That bears relation to the mind.

‘For every worm beneath the moon

Draws different threads, and late and soon

Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.

‘Cry, faint not: either Truth is born

Beyond the polar gleam forlorn,

Or in the gateways of the morn.

‘Cry, faint not, climb: the summits slope

Beyond the furthest flights of hope,

Wrapt in dense cloud from base to cope.

‘Sometimes a little corner shines,

As over rainy mist inclines

A gleaming crag with belts of pines.

‘I will go forward, sayest thou,

I shall not fail to find her now.

Look up, the fold is on her brow.

‘If straight thy track, or if oblique,

Thou know’st not. Shadows thou dost strike,

Embracing cloud, Ixion-like;

‘And owning but a little more

Than beasts, abidest lame and poor,

Calling thyself a little lower

‘Than angels. Cease to wail and brawl!

Why inch by inch to darkness crawl?

There is one remedy for all.’

‘O dull, one-sided voice,’ said I,

‘Wilt thou make everything a lie,

To flatter me that I may die?

‘I know that age to age succeeds,

Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,

A dust of systems and of creeds.

‘I cannot hide that some have striven,

Achieving calm, to whom was given

The joy that mixes man with Heaven:

‘Who, rowing hard against the stream,

Saw distant gates of Eden gleam,

And did not dream it was a dream;

‘But heard, by secret transport led,

Ev’n in the charnels of the dead,

The murmur of the fountain-head–

‘Which did accomplish their desire,

Bore and forebore, and did not tire,

Like Stephen, an unquenched fire.

‘He heeded not reviling tones,

Nor sold his heart to idle moans,

Tho’ cursed and scorn’d, and bruised with stones:

‘But looking upward, full of grace,

He pray’d, and from a happy place

God's glory smote him on the face.’

The sullen answer slid betwixt:

‘Not that the grounds of hope were fix’d,

The elements were kindlier mix’d.’

I said, ‘I toil beneath the curse,

But, knowing not the universe,

I fear to slide from bad to worse.

‘And that, in seeking to undo

One riddle, and to find the true,

I knit a hundred others new:

‘Or that this anguish fleeting hence,

Unmanacled from bonds of sense,

Be fix’d and froz’n to permanence:

‘For I go, weak from suffering here:

Naked I go, and void of cheer:

What is it that I may not fear?’

‘Consider well,’ the voice replied,

‘His face, that two hours since hath died;

Wilt thou find passion, pain or pride?

‘Will he obey when one commands?

Or answer should one press his hands?

He answers not, nor understands.

‘His palms are folded on his breast:

There is no other thing express’d

But long disquiet merged in rest.

‘His lips are very mild and meek:

Tho’ one should smite him on the cheek,

And on the mouth, he will not speak.

‘His little daughter, whose sweet face

He kiss’d, taking his last embrace,

Becomes dishonour to her race–

‘His sons grow up that bear his name,

Some grow to honour, some to shame,–

But he is chill to praise or blame.

‘He will not hear the north-wind rave,

Nor, moaning, household shelter crave

From winter rains that beat his grave.

‘High up the vapours fold and swim:

About him broods the twilight dim:

The place he knew forgetteth him.’

‘If all he dark, vague voice,’ I said,

‘These things are wrapt in doubt and dread,

Nor canst thou show the dead are dead.

‘The sap dries up: the plant declines.

A deeper tale my heart divines.

Know I not Death? the outward signs?

‘I found him when my years were few;

A shadow on the graves I knew,

And darkness in the village yew.

‘From grave to grave the shadow crept:

In her still place the morning wept:

Touch’d by his feet the daisy slept.

‘The simple senses crown’d his head:

“Omega! thou art Lord,” they said,

“We find no motion in the dead.”

‘Why, if man rot in dreamless ease,

Should that plain fact, as taught by these,

Not make him sure that he shall cease?

‘Who forged that other influence,

That heat of inward evidence,

By which he doubts against the sense?

‘He owns the fatal gift of eyes,

That read his spirit blindly wise,

Not simple as a thing that dies.

‘Here sits he shaping wings to fly:

His heart forebodes a mystery:

He names the name Eternity.

‘That type of Perfect in his mind

In Nature can he nowhere find.

He sows himself on every wind.

‘He seems to hear a Heavenly Friend,

And thro’ thick veils to apprehend

A labour working to an end.

‘The end and the beginning vex

His reason: many things perplex,

With motions, checks, and counterchecks.

‘He knows a baseness in his blood

At such strange war with something good,

He may not do the thing he would.

‘Heaven opens inward, chasms yawn,

Vast images in glimmering dawn,

Half shown, are broken and withdrawn.

‘Ah! sure within him and without,

Could his dark wisdom find it out,

There must be answer to his doubt,

‘But thou canst answer not again.

With thine own weapon art thou slain,

Or thou wilt answer but in vain.

‘The doubt would rest, I dare not solve.

In the same circle we revolve.

Assurance only breeds resolve.’

As when a billow, blown against,

Falls back, the voice with which I fenced

A little ceased, but recommenced.

‘Where wert thou when thy father play’d

In his free field, and pastime made,

A merry boy in sun and shade?

‘A merry boy they call’d him then,

He sat upon the knees of men

In days that never come again.

‘Before the little ducts began

To feed thy bones with lime, and ran

Their course, till thou wert also man:

‘Who took a wife, who rear’d his race,

Whose wrinkles gather’d on his face,

Whose troubles number with his days:

‘A life of nothings, nothing-worth,

From that first nothing ere his birth

To that last nothing under earth!’

‘These words,’ I said, ‘are like the rest;

No certain clearness, but at best

A vague suspicion of the breast:

‘But if I grant, thou mightst defend

The thesis which thy words intend–

That to begin implies to end;

‘Yet how should I for certain hold,

Because my memory is so cold,

That I first was in human mould?

‘I cannot make this matter plain,

But I would shoot, howe’er in vain,

A random arrow from the brain.

‘It may be that no life is found,

Which only to one engine bound

Falls off, but cycles always round.

‘As old mythologies relate,

Some draught of Lethe might await

The slipping thro’ from state to state.

‘As here we find in trances, men

Forget the dream that happens then,

Until they fall in trance again.

‘So might we, if our state were such

As one before, remember much,

For those two likes might meet and touch.

‘But, if I lapsed from nobler place,

Some legend of a fallen race

Alone might hint of my disgrace;

‘Some vague emotion of delight

In gazing up an Alpine height,

Some yeaming toward the lamps of night;

‘Or if thro’ lower lives I came–

Tho’ all experience past became

Consolidate in mind and frame–

‘I might forget my weaker lot;

For is not our first year forgot?

The haunts of memory echo not.

‘And men, whose reason long was blind,

From cells of madness unconfined,

Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

‘Much more, if first I floated free,

As naked essence, must I be

Incompetent of memory:

‘For memory dealing but with time,

And he with matter, could she climb

Beyond her own material prime?

‘Moreover, something is or seems,

That touches me with mystic gleams,

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams–

‘Of something felt, like something here;

Of something done, I know not where;

Such as no language may declare.’

The still voice laugh’d. ‘I talk,’ said he,

‘Not with thy dreams. Suffice it thee

Thy pain is a reality.’

‘But thou,’ said I, ‘hast missed thy mark,

Who sought’st to wreck my mortal ark,

By making all the horizon dark.

‘Why not set forth, if I should do

This rashness, that which might ensue

With this old soul in organs new?

‘Whatever crazy sorrow saith,

No life that breathes with human breath

Has ever truly long’d for death.

‘’Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant,

Oh life, not death, for which we pant;

More life, and fuller, that I want.’

I ceased, and sat as one forlorn.

Then said the voice, in quiet scorn,

‘Behold, it is the Sabbath morn.’

And I arose, and I released

The casement, and the light increased

With freshness in the dawning east.

Like soften’d airs that blowing steal,

When meres begin to uncongeal,

The sweet church bells began to peal.

On to God’s house the people prest:

Passing the place where each must rest,

Each enter’d like a welcome guest.

🖤

[ataraxystar]

Rosie in her swimtrunks and bikini top!!

[rosemaryprosser]

Foxgloves from summer (Shropshire, 2022)

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[icecreamartist]

✨Commission✨

✨This is a commission of my sweet friend @theserenityshell 's oc Rosie

She wanted me to draw her in a cute dress and I think a red shoulder less dress would go perfectly with her personality

I hope you like it Nicki Sweetie, Thank you so much for commissioning me✨💖

Rosie @theserenityshell

Art @artisticdreamer

[artyandink]

letter man | charles xavier

@groovy-lady oh my gosh, I only realised when I posted this that I was meant to make headcanons!!! I loved this idea so much that I made it into a fic, I’m so sorry!

Dear my love,

Flowers bloomed in the green gardens, colouring the grounds with beautiful hues, bringing a smile to the children’s faces.

I’ve spent too long with you away.

A woman with rosy pink hair that faded into pastel turquoise was standing on a ladder, making cherry blossoms bloom on a tree. “Miss Floryn!”

I don’t know where I went wrong, but all I know is that I need you in my arms, away from all the pain.

A man with carefully styled brown hair and striking cerulean eyes wheeled up to her, a broad smile spread across his face. When Acacia Floryn turned to him, he noticed her eyes were showing sunflowers, which told him something he needed to know. “Happy day, Miss Floryn?”

I may be able to invade other’s minds, but you invaded mine and I’m unable to shut you out.

“Quite, Professor.” Acacia climbed down, dusting off her light blue shirt and beige (or were they?) trousers with a smile. Her eyes were always coloured with flowers that represented her mood, and today they looked stunning with bright sunflowers inhabiting her irises. “How are things going with the kids? You’re new to teaching, and I don’t want to throw you head first into this.”

I loved you more than I let on, and now I fear that might have been our downfall.

“Charles, I survived a nuclear war. I think I can survive teaching kids.” Acacia joked, eliciting a laugh from the Professor. Her eyes turned to a different flower, irises filled with rhododendrons, their pink colour startling Charles, because he’d never seen that colour before. “I’m surprised. Seems you unlocked a new flower, Miss Floryn.” She flushed, her eyes now glowing with bluish foxgloves, Charles deducing she was anxious, so he let out a low chuckle. “No need to worry. Walk with me, Miss Floryn.”

Every day, the truth of your absence drives into me like a knife willing to take my heart, and without you, every day it gets closer.

They both took slow steps, the moving of his hands wheeling himself along matching with her pace of walking. “I’ve longed for you to say my first name, Professor.” Acacia smiled, turning to Charles, who shot her a sly glance back. “Is that so? Why do you long for that particular wish?” “I’ve always wondered how you would say my name.” “That’s what you want?” “Eh, as well as a jacuzzi, but you can’t have everything.” He laughed, the heavenly sound making Acacia’s eyes fill with rhododendrons again. “I’m glad I ran into you today, Acacia, you really brightened up my day.” When he said her name for the first time, she felt heartened, warmth shooting from the tips of her fingers, through her veins to her toes, while the still flourishing flowers around them suddenly bloomed beautifully, much to the happiness of the students. “In my office, please.”

There is nothing I want so as much as you and I failed to say or show that, and now I’ve lost you.

He offered her a seat at his old chair, grinning benignly when she sat down. “Professor, you know how Hank has been shut in his lab for absolutely ages, yes?” “I’m aware.” “With my expert knowledge of science and botany, we’ve been developing a… cure… for your legs.” His eyes were suddenly full of life, wheeling himself over to her with gusto. “You can? I can walk again?” “Hopefully, we’ve been successful so far, just need to tweak it here and there.”

I hope you can forgive me, wherever you are, because I could never forgive myself.

She couldn’t hide her smile as a childish, excited grin shot on his cheeks, his hand grasping hers. “Acacia, I cannot thank you more than anything. If there’s anything I can do for you, then please say the word.” “Charles, being with you is enough for me. You don’t have to make promises.” Lavender swirled around her pupils, the light and calming colour soothing them both. “Same with me.”

I hope you still think about me even in the darkest of times, because I still think of you no matter what.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, leaning in slowly, but the door opening forced their hands to jerk apart, Charles thinking up something to say in the space of a second. “That is how far you can reach your powers, Professor Floryn. Remember, there is always room for improvement. Yes, Hank?” He turned to Hank, who was standing at the door. “I needed Acacia in the lab, but if you’re in a session, I could always come back later-” “No, go ahead, we just finished anyway.” His broad grin masked his blush enough, Acacia’s eyes a dismal black rose as he wheeled out of the room, while he left her to helplessly follow after Hank.

I hope you are safe, safer than you ever could be with me.

Later, she was in her study, helping some roses bloom and carnations flourish in her study, the snowdrops in the corner providing life. A soft knock was at the door, the lavender colouring her eyes perking up as she gently told the other to come in. Charles wheeled in, a tender smile showing his smooth, pink lips. “Charles! Hank and I finished the serum, I have the syringe with me now, if you want to take it.” He lit up, wheeling over quickly. “I’d be glad to.” Rolling up his sleeve, Acacia bent down, rubbing on the nerve to relax it.

If I were with you, I’d tell you how much you mean to me.

“This will hurt a little, so deep breath…” Slowly inserting the needle, she injected the serum expertly before taking it out, setting it gently on the table. And as soon as that happened, Charles wiggled his toes, finding his foot was moving. A disbelieving laugh fell past his lips, raising another leg before he started laughing loudly, even louder when he stood up unattended. “Oh, Miss Floryn, you are a genius!” Charles patted his legs, in shock that he could move his legs again. “It-it’s nothing.” The rhododendrons infested her gaze again, bringing Charles to a halt and he cleared his throat, “Miss Floryn, I came to talk to you about earlier, I-” “I understand if you didn’t mean it.” “No, quite the contrary, I didn’t regret anything.”

And now I’m here, alone, and the thing I regret the most is not stopping you from leaving me.

“You- you don’t?” “No. I have been utterly in euphoria when I’m with you, Miss Floryn. Infatuated, enthralled, you could say. You are a beautiful woman and you have a gift that is just as special, as beautiful, as unique as you are. And for that, I love you.” His fingers gently threaded through hers, holding them like they were fragile pieces of porcelain. Another brushed against the edge of her cheek, pushing her chin lovingly up to face him. His lips were parted, sky blue eyes bright and joy-filled. “And I think I just figured out what that new flower of yours is, Miss Floryn.” Their noses were brushing, Charles looking for any sign of her wanting to stop. “Won’t you leave me? Declare me a freak?” “Why would I ever do that? We’re one and the same, Miss Floryn, and nothing can change the way I feel about you. I won’t ever leave you, and I will make sure no one makes you feel like that again.” “I love you, Charles Xavier.” “Miss Floryn…” Acacia didn’t wait any longer, grabbing the lapel of his navy waistcoat, pulling him in and passionately colliding their lips, Acacia able to feel the buzz of the nature-filled air, the joyful cries of the plants, something she’d never been able to do.

I promised I’d never leave you, yet I forced you to leave me.

Charles, his eyes closed, gently breathed, “Your lips taste amazing…” before diving back into the vortex of emotions that was Acacia, the woman he loved. He never thought he was capable of love. But Charles was, and he was glad it was her.

Now I sit here, lost and alone, recalling memories of us that torture me yet heal my injuries, injuries that no one can see. I still love you, Acacia Floryn, and I always have. I hope you‘ve found a new, even more beautiful life than you had with me, and I hope you find it in you to move on, even if you don’t remember what you have to move on from. Once more, I love you, Acacia. Charles.

Charles sighed, his unkempt, long hair lying in messy straggles round his ears, his pen set down on the desk with a small clink as he locked the letter away with many others, hoping he could post them, but no one would hear his plea. That was until he heard a loud yell and bang from the main hall, grabbing his drink and heading over to the source of the noise, staggering down the steps. “What’s going on here? Hank, get off the bloody chandelier.” He spat, chugging some beer. “These people came to see you.” He fell over as he sat down, tipsy from the excessive drinking. “Are you alright?” Two hands steadied his shoulders, helping his vision clear and stop coming in two separate, blurry, sections which merged into one, showing him the one person he’d been pining for until this very moment. “You…” He murmured, eyes wide. Acacia stood before him, older than he remembered, her skin a little more tanned than before, and her hair was longer, the light blue also fading into green. “Are you Professor Charles Xavier?” She asked, her eyes filled with blossoming begonias. “Why yes, yes I am.” Charles breathed, a small, faint grin overtaking him. You came back for me.

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Saturday 17 July 2021

The biennial or short-lived perennial Digitalis purpurea (foxglove) is flowering in a range of gardens I’ve visited recently, and even featuring on a gate at Waterperry Gardens, Oxford. Foxgloves will freely self-sow producing a rosette of soft leaves from which emerges a tall, one-sided spires of pendant, tubular, rosy-purple flowers. In an Orkney garden I saw an example of a plant with a peloric flower, which is a radially symmetrical flower that occurs in species with bilateral flowers. This terminal flower mutation, sometimes called Digitalis purpurea monstrosa, has been described by botanists from the mid-nineteenth century onwards.

Jill Raggett

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21st and 22nd June 2023: Winchester, Lakeside and home 

Pictures taken in this set: 1. Tree out the front yesterday morning. 2. Marbled White at Lakeside yesterday morning, a treat to see them so early in a day with Small Skipper and Meadow Brown seen nicely too. 3 and 6. Rosie the Peregrine in Winchester yesterday lunch time, I was so excited to see this year’s chick for my first time in the flesh. A charming and striking young bird, I love it when the chicks emerge. I believe I heard and saw her flying today too so it’s great to see she’s doing well. 4. Roses by the River Itchen. 5. Winchester Cathedral. 7. Grey Wagtail, I was thrilled to see this other key Winchester bird at both the River Itchen yesterday and today and Abbey Gardens as well today, the ones at the river appeared to be bringing their insect food into a nest in some vegetation on the wall the other side of the water which was fantastic to witness. 8. Sunset last night. 9. More buddleia coming out nicely in the back garden. 10. Colourful flowers in Abbey Gardens it is looking great currently. 

I also enjoyed seeing Dunnock at Winchester Cathedral and Mallard and ducklings on the River Itchen yesterday. It was good to see a Mallard closely in Abbey Gardens today, and today was very much about hearing birds with Chiffchaff and Wren at Lakeside cutting through then the melodious tune of distant Skylark as it has before at the railway station greeting me this morning and delightful Goldcrest heard in the trees of Abbey Gardens at lunch time. I heard Greenfinch at Lakeside yesterday morning. Jackdaw, Blackbird, Robin, Southern Hawker dragonfly, foxgloves, pineappleweed, mallow, bindweed, bramble flower and green alkanet were other highlights across the locations on the two days. I enjoyed Woodpigeon, Goldfinch, House Sparrow, Magpie and Lesser Black-backed Gull at home. 

[iloveallmyocs]

the third person part-2

here’s the second installment, it’s just been a few weeks since Kari broke up. I apologize in advance for the angst.

 July 2015

Mari dug her fingernails into her palm, stopping only when the skin around it turned to an alarming colour. They reminded herself to breathe and to not stare. At least, to not stare so obviously.

After putting in some effort, Mari’s respiratory rate was brought down, only for her to look at the young couple again and for it to rise once more.

Kit looked the most relaxed he had been for the past few days, the wind from the beach blowing on his hair, damp due to LA humidity. He had his fingers entwined with Ty’s and the two of them stared into the ocean, neither of them noticing the other’s rosy cheeks as they were too busy trying to hide their own.

Every once in a while, Kit would steal a glance at Ty and his look would shatter Mari’s heart into a million different pieces. He looked at Ty like as if he were all the things that were worthy of love in the world combined together. Mari knew that look. Not long ago, Kit had looked at her the same way.

She was as familiar with the look as the sky was of the stars and seeing that look being directed at someone else felt like Mari had been robbed. 

The Nephilim and downworlders involved with taking down the demons once and for had been called to Los Angeles for a celebration. Mari had been unwilling at first to go all the way to the united states just for a party, but had changed her mind when she received an acceptance letter from UCLA. The department of ecology and evolution were glad to have her on board as a marine biology major.

That wasn’t the only reason for her to change her mind, although it was enough of a reason, there was another. She had also arrived because Kit had requested her to do so.

‘I don’t want us to be one of those people who pretend like they never happened after their breakup’ he had said, ‘please, you’re like my best friend and I’d love for you to be there and you’re coming to LA anyways’

Mari was glad that Kit considered her to be his best friend but that didn’t help with the sharp pain in her chest that she got every time she saw him with Ty. 

Mary supposed that in her situation, she should hate Ty, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Whenever she looked at the boy, she saw too much of herself in him. The way his eyes lit up when talking about marine life, the way his hands at his side didn’t cease its motion sometimes, the way he too glanced at Kit when he wasn’t looking.

“You’ve been staring at those two white boys for a really long time. You’re not planning on murdering them or anything, are you?” asked a voice from behind them, bringing them back to the present.

“Murder seems like a bit of a stretch, doesn’t it?” suggested Mari, turning to face the source of the voice. It had come a girl who looked almost the same age as Mari, a girl with the kindest smile they had ever seen.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, it’s Dru’s influence. You can’t have a conversation with her and not hear the word at least five times, not exaggerating” agreed the girl.

Mari managed a smile, probably for the first time in a few weeks. “My name’s Maria Machado, call me Mari, everyone does”

“Thais Pedroso”

so here it is, part 2, let me know what you think.

I originally was going to add a Mari-Ty interaction scene but then came across another fic (ugh I can’t find the fic someone help me, they talked about marine biology in it)

tagging people interested in Mari content (lmk if you want to be added/removed):

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