#ava four leaf clover

[catalystnick]

clover shipping lets goooooo (reposted because it didn’t show up in tags)

why the name four leaf clover?

Clovers are plants! (Blue)

Clovers are usually green! (I need not say.)

Clovers are connected to ace of spades. Zesty ass magician things. (Purple)

…and I headcanon Sec to be Irish. He’s just so silly. Also Ireland's flag has green and orange.

Four leaf clovers represent luck. It’s incredibly lucky that these four got together. I love them.

[paleobird]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: Ava Ostrom

NICKNAME: None

TITLE(S): None yet, but she will eventually become Doctor Ostrom

AGE: 25

SPECIES: Harpy

SEX: Female

NATIONALITY: None

INTERESTS: Dinosaurs, paleontology, evolutionary biology, reading, video games, traveling, most forms of biological science

PROFESSION: Paleontologist

BODY TYPE: Tall and slender

EYES: Yellow

HAIR: Blue

SKIN: Fair

FACE: None

POSTURE: Usually stand up tall, but tends to keep her limbs tucked in close at the same time. Has a bit of a slouch when sitting somewhere for too long.

HEIGHT: 6'1"

VOICE: Cami-cat

SIGNATURE OUTFIT: A blue button-up shirt, brown khaki shorts, a brown hat, a red neckerchief, and a small four-leaf clover pin.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Verse dependent

COMPANIONS: Verse dependent

ANTAGONISTS: Verse dependent

STRENGTHS: Intelligent, friendly, excitable, generous, thoughtful

WEAKNESSES: Anxious, introverted, self-conscious, socially inept, really likes bad puns

FRUITS: Anything sweet, but only in very small amounts

DRINKS: water or tea

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: none

SMOKES: nope

DRUGS: none

DRIVER'S LICENSE: Ava has a drivers license and owns a Jeep Wrangler, but her ability to fly means she rarely uses her car for anything except long-distance road trips or traveling in inclement weather.

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[justbusterkeaton]

Grandpa Buster in his forever home with Eleanor, Grandkids, pets and miniature trains 💕💕

“We moved into the ‘ranch,’ as Buster called it, in June 1956.

Buster had a swimming pool built, and, since he wanted to raise chickens, he built a chicken coop, which looked like a schoolhouse, behind the house.

Woodland Hills, which is north of Hollywood in the San Fernando Valley, did not have many residents at that time. As he was the only famous homeowner in the area, Buster was named honorary mayor of Woodland Hills.

The house in Woodland Hills was something we both adored, and when Buster was not working we enjoyed being at the ‘ranch.’ We liked having friends over for barbecues and bridge games, and we treasured our quiet moments alone. Buster had a vegetable garden and fruit trees and would spend hours watering them. He liked collecting walnuts from our nine walnut trees and enjoyed finding four-leaf clovers, something he had a talent for spotting quickly since childhood. He had a dozen Rhode Island Red hens that he called his ‘girls.’ He gave them names like Zsa Zsa, Marilyn, and Ava. He had a rooster too.

Buster swam every day and enjoyed cooking, playing his ukulele and watching television, which fascinated him. Buster loved trains. His favorite film of his own was The General, and he had a toy train that ran on tracks around our picnic table and back into the garage. The cars were big enough to hold a Coca-Cola or a hot dog, and Buster used to drive food around to our guests whenever we had a picnic”

-Eleanor Keaton

“Our swimming pool is of natural stone, and we decorate its borders with colored stones collected in each place we visit. Today the most exciting moments of my life come when I step out on my own property and walk around it, accompanied by Elmer III, my amiable 180-pound St. Bernard. Sometimes Jenny, our cat, also comes along.

There were nine walnut trees in the garden when we bought the house, and I since have put in all sorts of fruit trees, including lemon, orange, tangerine, lime, plum, peach, apple, crab apple, and apricot. We grow three kinds of grapes–Tokay, Concord and Thompson seedless–and also have raspberry and boysenberry bushes, and an artichoke bed. Each spring I grow radishes, cabbages, turnips, beefsteak tomatoes, and lettuce. I built a chicken yard in the rear of our land and a miniature railroad that carries peanuts, soda pop, sandwiches, popcorn to guests seated around a small garden house near the pool, for the accommodation of visiting grandchildren.

If there is a better place in the world to be–when I’m not in front of an audience or a camera–someone else will have to name it.”

- Buster Keaton

[lynnsxx]

2, 16, 22, 27 and 31 for Brandon and Stella?

Thank you for the ask! :)

2.  A song that describes them?

Stella: Older (by Sasha Sloan - I feel like this could be totally about her), Broken & Beautiful (by Kelly Clarkson), Kings & Queens (by Ava Max), Scotland (by The Lumineers), Masterpiece (by Jessie J), Too Good at Goodbyes (by Sam Smith)

Brandon: Sweet Creature (by Harry Styles), Turn to You (by Justin Bieber), Marry your daughter (by Brian McKnight), The Good Ones (by Gabby Barrett), Holy (by Justin Bieber)

Also, you didn’t ask for this but I totally think these songs BELONG to Brandon x Stella: Yours (by Russell Dickerson), Love You Like I Used To (by Russell Dickerson), When I Really Come Alive (by Wildflowers), Fino All’Estasi (by Eros Ramazzotti ft. Nicole Scherzinger), I Belong To You (by Anastacia ft. Eros Ramazzotti).

16. What would their Hogwarts house be?

I’m gonna get roasted for this but...I don’t really...like Harry Potter. I’m sorry!

22. Do they want children?

Absolutely. I feel like Stella would want them because she grew up as a single child and realized how nice it is to have someone to share your life with after meeting the girls.

On the other hand, I headcanon Brandon having a few siblings and a lot of cousins, so he grew up in a big family and couldn’t imagine anything different.

Also, considering their easy-going behaviors, I could totally see them playing with their kids while being kids themselves.

27. Do they have tattoos or piercings?

 Yes.

Stella: double piercings and Helix on one ear, three piercings on the other. Of course she doesn’t always have all her earrings on given her status, but I feel like she would play with it a lot because of her love for accessories and details. Talking about tattoos, I feel like she would have a few small ones; an airplane’s contrail forming a heart with a sun and an empty moon inside on the inner side of her ankle (I don’t know if it’s clear and I had a photo of this but I can’t find it anymore), a rose behind her ear (to represent the day of the rose, when Brandon gave her one for the first time), “Winx” written inside her Enchantix wings on the back of her head, a quote she believes in under her breast and, lastly, a matching tattoo with Brandon of a four-leaf clover (representing their luck for meeting each other) on the side of her wrist.

Brandon: has pierced his eyebrow at 15/16 but immediately took the piercing off due to the image he had to represent being Sky’s squire / fake Sky. He would have the matching tattoo with Stella on the side of his wrist, a home with a heart inside (representing his family) with an anchor to the side (reminder to keep his feet on the ground, to remember where he comes from) and something with a dragon and/or a sword representing his friends and the passion they share.

31. Are they a morning person or night person?

Stella: morning person, even if she can be the laziest one from time to time, but I headcanon her having an amazing skin so sleeping for an appropriate time would be part of her beauty routine. That, and the fact that her powers mainly descend from the sun. However, she never refuses a sleepover party or a night escape with Brandon.

Brandon: night person. He loves staying up late, playing or talking, and sleeping in the following morning.

[jrjewellersstore-blog]

Happy St. Patrick's Day. The ladies fortunate enough to own these tiaras probably didn't need to pick 4 leaf clovers for luck. #1 The Prussian Clover Leaf coronet, diesigned by Wilhelm II as a silver wedding present for his first wife, Augusta Victoria of Schleswig Holstein, in 1906. Designed as a band of open-work oak leaves, with three and four leaf clover diamond motifs, linked with diamond scrolls at the base. #2 Made for Hariot, wife of Frederick 1st Marquess of Dufferin and Ava, George I of Greece commented 'there was no lady in Europe who could enter a room like Lady Dufferin' #3 Tiara of the royal House of Hohenzollern https://www.instagram.com/jr.jewelrystore/p/BvG-VbRjCgW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fxwqvhr2czi2

[augment-techs]

ok since you offered, mekt in an ava's demon au (maybe the one i discussed with you before?)

Ayla: By their colors she had come to know them through her waking moments and dreams since her first squalling cries, wet and soft out of the womb. The sight of those horns on their heads that are no more threatening than unruffled, still clean baby elk and goats. Their feet clicking on the wind and the tops of grass, hooves and claws black as the inside of a hole leading to the end of all the things that were important. Their smooth skin and their silk soft hair. Their voices like echoes of small coin and silver tapping the inside of a glass honey pot or the crest that means a bolt of lightning across the sky has struck the earth; these are the most common, though there are other familiarities between affection for her, suspicion for most other people and fury for the ones that would do her (them) harm. Garth: Who saves his times of anger and rations it out when Ayla is too busy to notice or sleeps deep and does not delve into Their Universe; these times spent within his already sickly black forest of Alder among toxic looking rivers along their roots, scorching the farthest shoots of leaves and branches with light and fire. He does not like to involve Mekt in plotting out how to make their situation tolerable when Ayla will inevitably find the words and journey to Titan and fight his horrid little minions like pestilence all around the universe Garth and Mekt both left yet remained on the fringes within. Who coaxes the little ginger haired girl to be the best she can be before the worst happens; often snapping at Mekt when he buts in without asking, Garth’s own long reaching pronged antlers sometimes jabbing when he reacts too harsh and hard. Who forgets himself sometimes and swipes pyre bright claws at his trees in anger at himself alone; their bloody sap little more than a sick metaphor when he can’t help but realize he’s made Ayla cry when she understands nothing or understands too much. Mekt: Who would not wish to say goodbye to this one small girl he and Garth had somehow come to see as sister, precious, beloved, as well as vessel, but knows in his ways, as he is older and cold and sad so much because of this, that it will have to be done. Who weeps for this secretly, unable to confide in Ayla this fact and this destination of their shared journey; and he will not allow Garth the satisfaction. Who keeps his sorrow in his place in their shared universe that is also separate in projection of soul… his small turquoise lake of tears among the empty hollows of caves and cliff sides he keeps to. Who would like to stay, somehow, which is why the cold stone is not always bare; at times he grows moss and water lilies and his boot black hooves kick at the hollows to make little knots of clover Ayla can spy four leaves within when she visits Inside. Who lets himself sometimes believe that “this could be mine” when Ayla takes those fine leafed clovers and decorates his nubby horns with them.

[cuuteness]

ava?

- four-leaf clovers

- yellow kanken bags

- sending love letters

- graphic t-shirts

- sunflowers

🌈

[recentnews18-blog]

New Post has been published on https://shovelnews.com/in-a-weird-way-i-look-at-cancer-as-a-gift/

In A Weird Way I Look At Cancer As A Gift

After giving birth to my second child in 2014, I had no idea about the horrid future that lay before me.

I had dreams and aspirations of being a hands-on, loving and devoted mother who would always be there for my children. Instead I was thrown a massive curve ball:  I was diagnosed with Ewings Sarcoma, a rare form of cancer.

So instead of doing all those things I imagined, I now spend my time in hospital undergoing chemotherapy, having blood transfusions and MRI scans.

This was not my plan. This was not how my life was supposed to be.

I ended up having to give up being a new mother and left the care of my children in the hands of my husband and my mother-in-law, while my parents had to care for me like I was a child.

The funny thing is it hit everybody else so much harder than it hit me. Yes, I’ve had my days of crying, but how can I do that when I have two children to look after? When I’m gone I don’t want their only memories of me to have been of me crying in bed under a blanket. I couldn’t bear the thought of them having those bad memories later in life.

So I did what I’m sure any mother would do — I picked myself up and got on with the job of fighting this disease.

After a year I was told that I was cancer-free. But then a little over a year-and-a-half into my remission I was told the cancer had returned, and this time doctors told me that any treatment we did going forward was not ‘curative’ anymore. I had now crossed over to ‘non-curative’ treatment plans.

Five years later and I’m still here.

The past year alone I’ve already had two surgeries — one being a spinal surgery where doctors had to cut out a nerve root which left me in the most intense pain I’ve ever felt.

Then my doctors started cutting out tumors from my lungs. We started on my right lung, and next week I’m going back in so they can start on my left lung.

Since my diagnosis, the way I live my life has changed. Here are some of the things I’ve learned:

Treasure The Moment

In a weird way I look at cancer as a gift. A horrible gift in reality, but one that’s help given me the gift of living in the now.

I take all the moments in and make the best of the time I have. No matter what it is — whether it’s quality time with friends, or kicking a ball in the park with the kids. It’s all about making memories.

I also make sure that I take  time to enjoy even the small moments with my kids. One of my favourite things to do now is sit in clover patches and look for four-leaf clovers.

I try and encourage my kids to savour moments such as taking in deep breaths of the ocean breeze, or enjoying the smell of freshly cut grass, and stopping to smell all the beautiful flowers.

My legacy

I now spend my time working on my legacy: My children.

I’ve sat down and handwritten letters for the moments they will experience in their future life without me. You know, topics like “when you first kiss a boy”, and “what to do when you’ve had a huge fight with your sister”. I’ve even written them one to deal with the uncomfortable topic of “when daddy gets a new girlfriend”.

I have packaged up all of the letters into an Ava and Ash box and have given instruction that they not open any letter until the event happens.

I don’t want my kids to go forward and not know how I felt about the important things in their lives. I want to impart my wisdom, my humour, and my two cents, because I’m being robbed of that and so is my family.

Living In The Present

It sounds corny, but when you’re not really sure what’s to come, you can only focus on the now.

Your True Friends Will Show Themselves

People will pop out of the woodwork to support you when you are down. However, the opposite can happen too. I’ve had some people in my life that I’ve never seen since my diagnosis.

Also, don’t be afraid to let people help you sometimes. It’s hard to ask for or accept help, but people only offer if they have the means to do so.

Trust The Process

It’s my oncologist’s favourite catch phrase and at times it’s hard to do, but he’s right — I have no option but to put my faith in my medical team and know that they are making the right decisions in regards to my health.

Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover

During my journey I’ve always been told “you just don’t look that sick” — even with a bald head I still got told how good I look. But I’ve found it hard for people to accept my illness when I’m walking around in heels and a full face of makeup.

Yet people don’t realise that on the inside I feel like a 70-year-old, and I definitely don’t have a bikini body after undergoing seven cancer surgeries. If I have the strength to do my hair, and wear nice clothes then I will while I still can. I can save my makeup free and pajama wearing time for home with my kids.

Lauren’s friends have set up a GoFundMe page to try and raise some funds to help her and her family with general living costs like groceries, medication and child care payments. Click here to help: https://www.gofundme.com/help-support-my-dear-friend-lauren

Special thanks to Ryde District Mum‘s Facebook page for first alerting us to Lauren’s plight.

Source: https://tendaily.com.au/views/a181008cpz/in-a-weird-way-i-look-at-cancer-as-a-gift-20181009

[puppygrunt]

☘

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

Ava has a casual belief in luck. Sometimes you’re lucky, sometimes you’re not. Her attitude towards things that affect luck is similarly casual. Four leaf clovers are pretty because they’re rare, a broken mirror is more of an inconvenience than it is unlucky. However she does take care to pay attention to things that are related to pokemon. She’ll never touch the tails of a Ninetale because a supernatural creature is probably quite capable of inflicting a curse.

Fate and destiny is something she’s less sure of. She likes to think she has control over her own fate, but with the way things go sometimes she wonders how true that may or may not be.