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December Birth Flowers - Meaning , History, Speciality & More

What are Birth Flowers?  A cultural tradition known as “birth flowers,” sometimes known as “birth month flowers,” is one in which a different flower is traditionally associated with each of the twelve months of the year (hence the name “birth flowers”). People who were born in the corresponding months are honored with these natural signs and symbols. The links between these flowers and their…

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December 2023 witch guide

Full moon: December 26th

New moon: December 12th

Sabbats: Yule December 21st-January 1st

December Cold Moon

Known as: Drift Clearing Moon, Frost Exploding Tree Moon, Moon of the Popping Trees, Hoar Frost Moon, Snow Moon, Winter, Aerra Geola, Maker Moon, Heilagmanoth, Long Night's Moon, Oak Moon, Wintermonat, Moon of the Long Night, Little Spirit Moon, Wolf Moon & When the Deer Shed Their Antlers Moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Sagittarius & Capricorn

Nature spirits: Snow, Storm, & Winter Tree faeries

Deities: Athena, Fates, Hades, Hathor, Hecate, Ixchel, Minerva, Neith, Norns, Osiris & Persephone

Animals: Bear, deer, horse & mouse

Birds: Robin, rook & snowy owl

Trees: Fir, Holly & Pine

Herbs: Bay, cedar, chamomile, cinnamon, English ivy, evergreen, fir, frankincense, holly, mistletoe, myrrh, pine & sage

Flowers: Christmas catus, holly & poinsettia

Scents: Cedar, cinnamon, frankincense, ginger, lilac, myrrh, nutmeg, patchouli, pine, rose geranium, rosemary, saffron, violet & wintergreen

Stones: Bloodstone, blue topaz, cat's eye, garnet, jacinth, obsidian, peridot, turquoise, zircon, ruby & serpentine

Colors: Black, blood red, gold, green, red, silver, black & white

Energy: Alchemy, darkness, endurance, death & re-birth, higher education, publications, reaching out to others, religion, spiritual paths, travel & truth

Today, December’s full Moon is most commonly known as the Cold Moon—a Mohawk name that conveys the frigid conditions of this time of year, when cold weather truly begins to grip us.

This full Moon has also been called the Long Night Moon (Mohican), as it rises during the “longest” nights of the year, near the December winter solstice. This name is doubly fitting because December’s full Moon shines above the horizon for a more extended period than most full Moons.

In Europe, ancient pagans called the December full Moon the “Moon Before Yule,” in honor of the Yuletide festival celebrating the return of the sun heralded by winter solstice.

Yule

Also known as: Alban, Arthan & Winter Solstice

Season: Winter

Symbols: Baskets of clove studded fruit, Christmas catus,  decorated evergreen trees, evergreen boughs, gifts, gold pillar candles, hung mistletoe, poinsettias, wreaths & Yule logs/small Yule log with three candles

Colors: Gold, green, orange, red, silver, white &yellow

Oils/incense: Bayberry, cedar, cinnamon, frankincense. Myrrh & pine

Animals: Bear, boar, deer (stag), pig, squirrel & tiger

Birds: Eagle, goose, kingfisher, lapwing, owl robin & wren

Stones: Bloodstone, garnet, ruby, alexandrite, blue topaz,  cat's eye, citrine, clear quartz, diamond, emerald, green tourmaline, jet, kunzite & pearl

Foods: Caraway cakes, cookies, eggnog, fruits, ginger tea, nuts, pork, spiced cider, turkey, wassail & lamb's wool (ale,  sugar, nutmeg & roasted apples)

Herbs/plants: Bay, bayberry, birch, blessed thistle, cedar, chestnut, cinnamon, evergreens, fir, frankincense, ginger, holly, ivy, juniper, mistletoe, moss, myrrh, oak, pine, rosemary, sage, valerian & yellow cedar

Flowers: Chamomile, poinsettia & yarrow

Goddesses: Alcyone, Aphrodite, Ameratasu, Bona Dea, Brighid, Cailleach Bheur, Demeter, Diana, Fortuna, Frau Holle, Frau Perchta, Frigga, Gaia, Hel, Great Mother, Idunn, Isis, Ishtar, Kolyada, La Befana, Maat & Tiamat

Gods: Apollo, Attis, Balder, Bragi, Dionysus, Divine Child, Green Man, Helios, Holly King, Horned one, Horus, Janus, Lord of Misrule, Lugh, Mabon, Marduk, Mithras, Odin, Ra, Saturn & Surya

Issues Intentions & Powers: Darkness, divination, light, messages/omens, purification, rebirth/renewal & transformation

Spellwork: Earth magick, happiness, harmony, love & peace

Activities:

• Set up & decorate a Yule altar

• Clean, organize & cleanse before decorating your home

• Make witch's balls to hang on your tree (protective & pretty!)

• Decorate & bless & Yule tree

• Stay awake until dawn to observe the cycles of nature

• Give gifts tomyour family & friends

• Donate your time or helpful items to charity

• Go caroling

• Hang mistletoe in your doorways

• Make Wassail

• Prepare a Yule Log

• Host a Yule feast

• Craft your own decorative wreath

• Decorate your house with Yule colored candles

• Welcome the Sun

• Go on nature walks & leave offerings to nature

• Meditate & reflect on the passing year

“Yule” comes from Old English geol, which shares a history with the equivalent word from Old Norse, jól. Both these words referred to a midwinter festival centered around the winter solstice, which traditionally marked the halfway point of the winter season. After the solstice—the shortest day of the year—the days again begin to grow longer, so it’s thought that Yule was a celebration of the re-appearance of the Sun &the fertile land’s rebirth. 

The celebration of Yule is one of the oldest winter celebrations in the world. Ancient people were hunters & spent most of their time outdoors. The seasons & weather played a significant part in their lives. The customs and traditions associated with it vary widely.

Scholars have connected the original celebrations of Yule to the Wild Hunt, the god Odin, and the heathen Anglo-Saxon Mōdraniht ("Mothers' Night")

Some believe it marks the rebirth of the Sun (the God) from the Earth (the Goddess) & the cold days of winter will soon begin to wane. The Goddess is seen in her virgin Maiden aspect

In towns and cities throughout Sweden during the Christmas season, large goats are constructed out of straw. It is thought that the tradition originated in ancient times, perhaps as a tribute to the god Thor, who was said to ride in a chariot pulled by goats. In Sweden the goat came to be associated with the Christmas celebration, and the Yule goat is now considered by many to be a companion or counterpart to Santa Claus.

Related festivals:

Christmas- An annual festival commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ as the son of God, primarily observed on December 25th

Hanukkah- A Jewish festival commemorating the recovery of Jerusalem & subsequent rededication of the Second Temple at the beginning of the Maccabean Revolt against the Seleucid Empire in the 2nd century BCE.

Hanukkah is observed for eight nights & days, starting on the 25th day of Kislev according to the Hebrew calendar, which may occur at any time from late November to late December in the Gregorian calendar. The festival is observed by lighting the candles of a candelabrum with nine branches, commonly called a menorah or hanukkiah. 

Kwanzaa- An annual celebration of African-American culture from December 26 to January 1st, culminating in a communal feast called Karamu, usually on the sixth day. It was created by activist Maulana Karenga, based on African harvest festival traditions from various parts of West & Southeast Africa. Kwanzaa was first celebrated in 1966. 

A Kwanzaa ceremony may include drumming and musical selections, libations, a reading of the African Pledge & the Principles of Blackness, reflection on the Pan-African colors, a discussion of the African principle of the day or a chapter in African history, a candle-lighting ritual, artistic performance & finally, a feast of faith (Karamu Ya Imani).

Saturnalia-

is an ancient Roman festival and holiday in honour of the god Saturn, held on 17 December of the Julian calendar & later expanded with festivities through to 23 December. The holiday was celebrated with a sacrifice at the Temple of Saturn, in the Roman Forum & a public banquet, followed by private gift-giving, continual partying & a carnival atmosphere that overturned Roman social norms: gambling was permitted & masters provided table service for their slaves as it was seen as a time of liberty for both slaves and freedmen alike.

 A common custom was the election of a "King of the Saturnalia", who gave orders to people, which were followed & presided over the merrymaking. The gifts exchanged were usually gag gifts or small figurines made of wax or pottery known as sigillaria. The poet Catullus called it "the best of days".

Other celebrations:

Feast of Epona-

Eponalia is the feast day of Gaulish Goddess Epona, the Divine Mare & in the time of the Roman Empire it was celebrated on December 18th.

Epona is known to be one of a very few Gaulish deities whose names were spread to the rest of the Roman Empire. This seems to have happened because Roman cavalry units stationed in Gaul followed Her & adopted her as their Patroness. This may have started because many of the cavalry troops were conscripted from Gaul as they were superb horsemen. From Gaul the Romans took Epona with them including to Rome where She was given her own feast day on the 18 December. They worshipped her as Epona Augusta or Epona Regina & invoked her on behalf of the Emperor. She even had a shrine in the barracks of the Imperial Bodyguard.

Hunting of the Wren-

A traditional custom carried out on the Isle of Man on the 26 December, St. Stephen's Day. It consists of groups of people going around villages and towns singing and dancing a traditional song and dance around a decorated wren pole.

The earliest and most common folklore story accounting for the origin of hunt the wren tells of a fairy/enchantress/witch whose beauty lures the men of the Isle of Man to harm, for which she is chased and is changed into the form of a wren. It is therefore in punishment for her actions that the wren is hunted on St. Stephen's Day

Sources:

Farmersalmanac.com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

Encyclopedia Britannica

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hii!! i saw that you take requests? i was wondering if i could get a taehyung fluff where they celebrate their birthday! my birthday is Dec 31 and since his is Dec 30th i wanted something along the lines of like celebrating together alone bc my bdays have always been shitty and this year was the same so i want all the fluff you can give me please <3 if your requests r closed then that’s totally fine!!! i also wanted to say ur an amazing writer and i luv ur content so much!!

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pairing: kim taehyung x f! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || best friends to lovers au

summary: it was no secret that you had never been fond of your birthday, and taehyung hated that you always seemed to celebrate alone— your birthdays won’t be the only celebration each year now that taehyung’s flower has finally bloomed.

word count: 3.6k

tags/ warnings: fluff, nothing crazy, mild birthday slander, reader is an over-thinker, he calls her baby way too many times, tearful confessions

notes: I FOOKIN FINISHED ON MY BIRTHDAY LETS GO! this is my gift to all of you, my lovely readers!!

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Taehyung’s feeling for you were akin to a flower.

The day the two of you met, planting the seed of his budding feelings. Where you acted as the sunlight he needed to grow; wherever you were, he would follow—growing in whichever direction you were. The first signs of his seedling pushing past the surface of the soil had been months into your friendship.

Minutes after midnight and you’d been stood at his front door, cheeks washed red from the bitter winter air, almost hunched over as you catch your breath; clearly having ran, even as the clock struck 12 and a new day began. You hadn’t wavered from your mission, silently hoping that Taehyung was still awake, because even if it technically wasn’t his birthday anymore, you refused to let the magic fizzle out just yet.

“These are for you” you’d thrusted the bouquet into his chest, pretty little white narcissuses and prickly holly wrapped up in brown paper, tied ever so delicately with a white satin ribbon, where the little red berries rivalled the colour of your cheeks. Perhaps just as round, temping enough that Taehyung had to stop himself from asking to sink his teeth into your supple looking flesh.

“I looked online and it’s your birth flower” you’d told him, standing up a little taller, a little more confident when you see his blooming smile.

“You did this for me?” he asks, bearing the brunt the frigid December cold as he pulls his door open wider, fingers gentle as they close around your wrist, tugging you into the warmth of his apartment.

You nod, hands cupping around your cheeks to try and warm your face up a little. Radiator in the hall sending waves of mellowed heat your way until you could feel the tips of your toes and fingers, nose no longer icy.

Taehyung couldn’t help but smile, and you couldn’t help but think he had the prettiest smile you’d ever seen.

Always so radiant, always so expressive, always so Taehyung, that you couldn’t help but think your efforts were worth it when he looked down at you like that. The miniscule pain of scouring the city for a flower shop willing to help you late into the night, and winds that had almost knocked you over, it didn’t matter because Taehyung was smiling at you like that. Pretty-pretty Taehyung and his pretty-pretty smile.

“Thank you” he’d laughed, “Thank you so much. How about some hot chocolate to warm you up?” he’d offered, and you’d agreed, how could you not?

The stem of Taehyung’s flower had grown fast, with every free weekend the two of you spent together, the little spark of developing love had burst into rapid flames.

Taehyung didn’t mind, revelled in the fact he felt something so raw about another person, never having felt anything like this before. He’d been unsure, fumbling over himself until he found his footing, worked out what you liked and what you didn’t. A little clumsy with his growing adoration until he sat back and realised the feelings he had for you were very real. A shadow in his mind weighing the consequences of acting on his emotions, because why would he fuck this up if he already had you? Maybe not in the exact way he wanted, but it was better than not having you in his life at all.

He wasn’t above dating, had milled around in high school, experimenting with whoever he pleased but nothing would ever be able to compare to what he had for you. An inexplainable warmth that blossomed throughout his body, where delicate vines weaved around his heart and the most beautiful flowers had started to bloom. Where the more Tae learnt about you, the faster he was falling.

He’d never been a fan of the term ‘falling in love’ something a little too melodramatic for his tastes, the very thought of falling for another person less romantic than it had been painted out to be. Because if his life were to be art, then he never wanted it to be the soppy kind, where you know the end is never good and the characters of the play seemed to always live in impending doom. Where only one will come out on top and get what they want while the rest suffer.  

He’d learnt falling didn’t have to be bad, falling—where you’re cushioned by clouds crafted with passion to break the fall. Where kisses taste sweeter and bare skin on skin felt electrifying. Where your mind bubbles over with thoughts of that person until you can’t help the smile that threatens to tug at your lips, and you want to make sure they’re stood by your side. Because as long as you were near, then that’s all he needed.

Taehyung’s favourite type of falling is when you work up the courage to look into his eyes. Always shying away from eye-contact, always a little fidgety when you notice him looking at you for longer than deemed proper for just a friend. He liked your eyes because you’d always been expressive, ever so easy to read, and ever so pretty.

Your outer beauty had only ever been a bonus to Taehyung, and if he had to compare your beauty to any of his favourite things, then surely, he would compare you to a freshly bloomed flower.

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It was no secret to Taehyung that you hated your birthday.

You’d always seemed to withdraw yourself from everyone the week before the big day, and he’d asked once, why you held so much disdain towards it, and you’d simply shrugged. Telling him you never understood the hype and never felt the need to make it a big event out of it. You never minded celebrating your friends’ birthdays, always going to family parties with well-thought-out gifts and a little skip in your step, but never held the same when it came to you.

“What are you doing here?” you open the door wider when you see its only him, fingers fiddling with handle out of nervous habit— and he watches as you rock back and forth on your heels. Clearly not expecting his arrival, and he would have called, if he didn’t already know you were home.

It’s a little out of character for him to show up to your apartment unannounced, knowing you preferred when he told you at least a few hours in advance that he was coming over, or he wanted to take you out. And as much as you hated the niggling habit of overthinking, it had never put him off, simply moulding his life around your needs as if they were his own.

Because as long as you were happy, so was Taehyung. Another strange side effect of being in love with someone he supposes.

“Can you come with me?” his hands fall out the pockets of his coat, corners of his lips tugging up into a soft smile.

You blink up at him, eyebrows furrowing, “Like— right now?”

“Yeah” he nods, feeble guilt itching under his skin. Like an invisible rash that he couldn’t get rid of, irritable in a way he wants to pull his hair out.

His palm lays flat against your door, pushing it open wider to let himself in. You don’t seem all that worried as you close the door behind him as he slips his shoes off, coat slung over the arm of your couch before he’s making himself comfortable, running a hand through his windswept hair.

He turns to you, “Go get ready, I’ll wait here”

“Where are we going?” you call over your shoulder as you wander into your bedroom, uncaring as you leave the door open.

“My place” he bends forward, trying to catch sight of you as you scuttle around your room. Always fascinated by the way you move, often painfully unaware of your surroundings. Though he doesn’t mind all that much, tips of his fingers tingling each time his hands fall over your shoulders or holding you by the waist has he help guide you, your hand held in his, so you won’t get lost in a crowd, or simply just for the sake of holding you. Your skin like a magnet, drawing him closer whenever he was near, your very existence fascinating to him that he can never seem to get enough.

“Huh?” you pause in the doorway, head tilting, and Taehyung can’t help the smile that stretches onto his face, fondness blossoming around his heart, “Why didn’t you just call me over then?”

“I have a surprise for you” he waves you off, watching as you nod, hesitant, but a small part of his heart swells at the fact you trust him enough to play into his plan even if he can see you itching to ask a million other questions. Questions he would be more than happy to answer, though he doesn’t push. Simply lets you stew in your own thoughts, trusting that you’ll kept your faith in him, stepping forward if you truly needed anything.

“But why?” you throw another sweater over your shoulder, “What should I wear?”

Taehyung pushes himself up off the couch, wandering towards your bedroom—more than equipped in knowing your home, often acting like it was his own.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, baby”

You flinch, not having expected him to be there when you had turned around, “What are we doing?”

“I told you it’s a surprise” he croons, picking up the clothes strewn across the floor.

He folds them into neat piles at the end of your bed— ready for you to put away later as you continue your search for something to wear. Knowing that if he weren’t to do it, they would be left blanketing your floor until you worked up the motivation to finally clean up. At least this way he’d gotten your least favourite part out of the way.

“But what if I’m overdressed, worse, what if I’m underdressed?” you turn back to look at him, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as Taehyung simply stares; never one to back away from prolonged eye-contact.

“Baby, I told you to wear whatever you’re comfortable with. We’re only going to my place, nowhere else if you don’t want to” he soothes, beckoning you over with a hand. And you follow, always so good for him.

You stand between his legs, looking down at Taehyung where he sits on the edge of your bed, “No matter what you wear, you’re pretty, yeah?”

Taking your hands into his own, fingers laced, Taehyung watches as your mouth opens at the gentle contact, closing abruptly when you can’t seem to find the right words to say. Mind whirring behind your eyes, and he worries he’d pushed you too far.

Hesitantly you nod, “Okay” you whisper, swallowing thickly as his thumb runs over the back of your hand.

“Well done” he squeezes your fingers before he’s nudging you back towards your closet.

He watches as you peek over your shoulder, not very subtle as you try and match what he’s wearing.

“How about we match today?” he suggests, watching the lingering anxiety leave your body as your shoulders deflate, eyes lighting up.

“Really?” you ask, grey sweatpants already held tightly in your hands and Taehyung smiles.

“Of course, baby”

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“Are your eyes still closed?” Taehyung asks, as he bends down, helping you slip your shoes off.

You hum, hands falling onto his shoulders to keep balance. And he suddenly becomes hyper aware of how close the two of you are, hands gentle as he holds onto your ankle, your warm skin under his fingertips electric as his heartrate picks up.

Your hands slide down his arms when he stands at full height, fingers loosely gripping onto his wrists as he pulls you further into his apartment; careful to tug you around the toys his dog had left strewn across the floor of the living room.

Your feet sink into Taehyung’s plush carpet, pitter patter of Yeontan running into the room at the sound of your giggles, warming Taehyung’s heart. Simple domesticity of the situation maybe something Taehyung had been craving; because when he had you like this, no semi high-end dining, no unobtainable expectations from the eyes of others. Simply you and him, where the world beyond his apartment meant nothing, because it didn’t matter where he was as long as he was with you.

“Here we go” Taehyung pulls his wrists from your hands, picking Tannie up, “Open your eyes, baby”

Taehyung watches as your eyes flutter open. You blink down at his coffee table, head tilting in confusion before you’re turning to him.

“What’s all this?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

It hadn’t been much, nothing like he would have truly planned if he didn’t know you had what could only be described as a weird hatred towards your birthday. He’d made sure to get your favourite cake, balloons taped to the walls, all those of your favourite colour—handpicked out of each pack. You eye the platter of sandwiches, and he has to hold onto Yeontan a little tighter as the dog spots whatever other of your favourite snacks he’s picked up that morning. All laid out in little bowls, where confetti had been scattered over the table like the petals of a rose.

“It’s your birthday” he urges, smile still tugging at his lips.

You nod, “I know that but, why—” you gesture to the cake, to the small giftbox, utterly overwhelmed by what you see, and Taehyung wonders briefly if he’d rocked your brain into overdrive.

“I thought we could celebrate together, I know you don’t really like your birthday, but I thought for once I’d do something for you, like you’ve done for me”

“You did all this, for me?”

And although this isn’t his best work, nice restaurant in the middle of the city ready to be called for a late reservation if you hadn’t liked what he’d prepared for you. Wallet tucked away in the pocket of his coat just in case he took you for a walk around the park where he would buy you all the treats your heart desired until your bellies were full, sleepy on the way home; and maybe he would offer to carry you.

“Of course” he nods, letting Yeontan hop onto the couch before he’s tugging you to sit at the coffee table. Knees pressed against one another as you sit adjacent to Taehyung.  

You peek into the cake box, “Shut up, you didn’t buy one of those really pretty lunchbox cakes” your look up at Taehyung, eyes wide and he only grins. You stare at it in awe, purple iced flowers climbing the sides of the cake, blooming in shades of lavender and violet in gradient. Where fondant leaves weaved through bunches of flowers like wild vines.

“This is for you” he pushes the wrapped box across the table towards you. Brown paper tied off with a pretty white ribbon—little white daisy pin stuck in the centre of the bow.

He watches as you shake it. Fingers delicate as you pull the ribbon apart, dropped in a small pile beside the box of your cake, and he only expects you plan to save it for later. Scraps of long forgotten art supplies hidden in the depths of your closet for when you really needed it. Always a little bit of a hoarder, though you like to blame it on sentiment.  

The tips of your fingers skim over the velvety box, a deep red with little golden stars embroidered into the fabric, “What is it?”

“Open it” his back falls against the couch, fingers thrumming across his thigh, anxious of your reaction.

You lift the lid of the box, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“It’s so pretty” you murmur, head lifting to meet Taehyung’s gaze.

You watch him lift his hand; matching ring sat snug on his finger. Your gaze flickers down towards the ring in the box, “They’re matching?”

“Yeah”

The corners of your lips tug up into a smile, “You’re cute” you giggle, gentle as you pull the ring out of the box, sliding it onto your finger, the same one Taehyung had his on.

“You think so?” he leans forwards, eyebrows raising in question, and he watches as you swallow thickly, “Come on, don’t be shy now” his smile is lazy, a little cocky and you can’t seem to help the heat that tickles your cheeks red.

He watches you debate whether to stay silent or not, “Yes” you breathe, tongue slipping past your lips to wet them.

“Yes what?” he urges, revelling in the way you fidget in your spot—fingers itching to pull you closer into him, moulding the two of you into one being until he doesn’t know where you end, and he starts.

“I think you’re cute”

“I think you’re cute too” he smiles, deft fingers tucking his hair behind his ear.

“You what?” you splutter, “That’s not funny, Tae”

“It wasn’t meant to be” you watch as he sits up straight, careful as he takes your hands into his own, “Why would you think I’d joke about that?”

His eyebrows crease as you let out a long sigh, “Because well, you’re—you’re you and I’m just me”

“There’s nothing wrong with you” he shakes his head.

“I’m not perfect like you, Tae” you try to pull your hands from his, no real force behind the gesture, fingers barely slipping from his grasp.

“I’m not perfect” he laughs, leaning forwards like he wanted to tell you a secret, “You are though”

You blink, “I’m not” he watches as tears glaze over your eyes.

“Come on, baby, why’re you crying” he coos, gentle as he pushes your hair out of your face.

“Because I really like you, and I feel stupid” you admit, one hand still held in Taehyung’s as the other comes to wipe your face of the tears that cascade down your cheeks.

“I really like you too” Taehyung stands, manoeuvring his way around the table, falling to his knees beside you.

“No—not that kind of like. I like like you” you cover your face with your hands.

“Hey” he calls, “listen to me”

You snivel, daring peek out from behind your hands, a new wave of fresh tears glazing your cheeks shiny as he smiles, always so soft, always so reassuring.

“I like like you too, my baby” he laughs, barely there, but the puff of breath deflates his chest, “Haven’t I made it obvious enough?”

You shake your head, “Now I feel really stupid” you cry.

“No no no” he shakes his head, cupping your cheeks, “I clearly didn’t realise either”

You hiccup, “I’m sorry”

“What for?” his eyes flit between your own.

You frown, “Crying”

“Don’t apologize for that” his eyebrows crease, fond smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “Can I kiss you?”

He watches as your eyes widen a fraction, “Yes”

His thumb brushes away a lone tear when you close your eyes, watching as a sliver of peace washes over your face. And he understands, of course he does. All the built-up tension, nights of wondering if your feelings were to ever be reciprocated, if this budding love was one sided, if it could be more than friendship—all that doubt had evaporated. Exasperated whispers of how this would never work out, suddenly silent, mind and heart free. Pure unadulterated love soaring the skies like a dove let out of a cage with no plan of ever returning, the feeling of freedom, the freedom to love you, too addicting.  

Taehyung feels you smile into the kiss as his lips press against your own. Ever so soft, neither of you rushing.

Your arms slink around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to you as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Your lips part, gentle gasp dripping off your tongue, tacky and sweet as his hands skim down your body, pulling you in between his legs.

Albeit reluctant, Taehyung pulls away, chest heaving for air as his heart hammers against his ribcage. Your fingers skim over your bottom lip.

“One more” you whisper, hands falling from Taehyung’s shoulders to cup his cheeks like he had your own.

“Okay” he nods, hands still firmly holding onto your hips as you press your chests together, head tilting. Your thumb brushes over his jaw when your lips meet, both a little surer, a little more confident in yourselves, Taehyung teasing as his tongue prods the seam of your lips.

You grant him access, embarrassed whine following a moan as his tongue slips into your mouth—any qualms about you not sharing his feelings bubbling into a fizzy confidence.

“Does this mean you’ll say yes to being my girlfriend?” he smiles down at you, lips a little kiss swollen and shiny.

“If that’s okay with you” you nod, eyes falling onto the ring on his finger, your own glinting in the light of the setting sun that spills through the window.

Taehyung’s feelings for you were akin to a flower.

A flower that had been in the budding stage for years, love disguised as vibrance, hidden away from your eyes as to not scare you away, attracting you like a bee only hoping you’d be happy with that he had to offer. A flower that was now in bloom, because really what it was missing was you. Just wholly you who adores Taehyung as much as he does you. Two flowers blooming in the same flower field where your stems intertwine, growth from here on out together rather than alone. Because even if your petals were the same as the rest of the flowers that grew around you, what you had was special; something none of the other flowers had—each other.  

“Guess this means we have a reason to celebrate your birthday every year” he leans forward, soft kiss pressed to your forehead.

🌱 feedback is always appreciated <3 and thank you for reading!

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[the-hermit-at-midnight]

DECEMBER

Moon Name: Cold Moon

Deities: Hecate, Neith, Minerva, Ixchel, Osiris, Athene, Cronos

Nature Spirits: Snow Energy, Water Sprites, Storm Faeries Colors: Black, White, Red Scents: Cedar, Fir, Oud, Frankincense, Myrrh

Herbs: Evergreen, Cedar, Pine, Frankincense, Ginger, Holly, Ivy, Mistletoe, Myrrh, Rosemary, Cinnamon, Yarrow

Flowers: Holly and Narcissus

Tree's: The Elder & Birth Tree

Stones: Blue Topaz, Turquoise, Zircon Or Tanzanite

Element: Earth

Threshold: Dawn

[autumnraine1996]

💜 happy birthday Virgil 💜

Virgil was created in December so his birth flower is holly represents Hope, Protection, Merriment and Success 💜

[thebotanicalarcade]

Narcissus and Holly December birth flower Vinyl Sticker

[elxctrics]

"she rings like a bell through the night and wouldn't you love to love her? she rules her life like a bird in flight and who will be her lover? all your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind. would you stay if she promised you heaven? will you ever win?"

(—) ★ spotted!! felicity dupont on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like ana de armas but i don’t really see it. while  the singer/actress is known for being artistic my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be fleety i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song rihannon by fleetwood mac. { she/her / cisfemale } - penned by candice, 26, cisfemale, she/her

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

name: felicity stefanie dupont

age: twenty five

nicknames: fee, city

date of birth: december 1st, 1996

astrological sign: sagittarius 

place of birth: back of her parents’ tour bus - new york city, new york

occupation: singer/actress

voice claim: lana del rey

label: the wildflower

positive traits: artistic, empathetic, understanding, wise

negative traits: fleety, indecisive, damaged, addictive

characters/celebrities she’s like: peyton sawyer from one tree hill, serena van der woodsen from gossip girl, paris hilton in her early days, megan fox,  marissa cooper from the oc, rachel gatina from one tree hill, holly golightly from breakfast at tiffany’s, fiona gallager from shameless, angelina jolie, lana del rey

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂

on a cold and snowy night in december, parked outside of madison square garden on her parents’ tour bus, felicity stefanie dupont was born to mikey and steffy jo dupont of ‘rolling mac’, one of the most popular bands in the entire world.

growing up on the road with her parent’s tumultuous relationship in the spotlight wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. her parents were wrapped up in the world of sex, drugs and rock and roll, leaving felicity often times in hotel rooms or on tour buses with her nanny as her parents kept on living their rock star lifestyle. she was home schooled by tutors and never experienced any sort of stability or social interactions with people her own age.

when she was 8 years old, after years of being on again and off again, her parents finally broke up for good and the band broke up. her father disappeared to start his own solo career and her mother was left to raise felicity on her own. felicity’s mother wasn’t exactly someone who was meant to be a mother. she didn’t have a maternal bone in her body. felicity always did much prefer her father. though he wasn’t parent of the year, he at least felt like a parent. he had taught her to play guitar, and gave her her love of music. so when he left her and her mother, she took it very hard.

she had wanted to grow up to be just like her parents, but after their breakup, that was the last thing that she wanted to be, seeing how hollywood and fame tore her family apart. her mother attempted her own solo career, as well, but wasn’t as successful as felicity’s dad. felicity’s mother slipped further and further into her drug addiction and felicity was basically left to raise herself. when she was 13, she found her mother dead of a drug overdose in a motel room and was immediately sent off to live with her father.

however, him being absent from her life for six years was something that felicity was unable to forgive. the former sweet girl who loved playing guitar with flowers in her hair became cold. she completely abandoned her love of music and instead, decided to pursue an acting career all on her own. she emancipated from her father, with the help of her long time nanny who she not only became her legal guardian, but her manager, and she helped felicity make it in the acting world, something that was completely opposite of what her parents did and something that she wanted to use to help her be taken seriously and separate her from them. 

at 14, she was cast in a movie that ended up winning an oscar and immediately, felicity catapulted into a list stardom all on her own. she was cast in a plethora of serious roles and was known for her range and putting her absolute all into her jobs. she worked hard and completely poured herself into her work, even though her heart wasn’t completely in it. she always felt drawn to music. wanting nothing more to be a singer and songwriter. however, after seeing what the music industry did to her family, she wanted to stay far away from it.

she spent her entire teenage and young adult years working hard, never stepping out of line, being this picture perfect image of an artist, of an actress who took her craft and her job seriously. she was never caught slipping up, never allowed herself to get wrapped up in the messiness or pettiness of hollywood, never allowed herself to indulge in relationships or people that would drag her down and certainly never partook in vices as hard as her parents did.

however, a few months ago that all came crumbling down. after a decade of working her ass off, she had gotten drunk with her close friend, ford anderson, who had a girlfriend at the time, after one of his concerts. and while they were dancing and singing around his hotel room, not only did they fall into bed together, but they had the brilliant idea to film it, forgetting all about the camera left behind in the morning.

and of course, it ended up leaking and over night, felicity’s career was tarnished. she was labeled a whore, a homewrecker, and every horrible thing you could possibly imagine. it was as if overnight, she simply became all the things she tried so, so hard to stay away from and slowly but surely, she began to party.

instead of spending her days on prestigious movie sets, she was spending her nights dancing on tables, drinking, doing drugs, trying to find any way possible to cope with how far she’s fallen from the top.

it’s been months since she’s been cast in anything, being labeled as hollywoods newest bad girl on the party scene, however she recently landed a role for the movie mr. and mrs. smith, so she’s hoping that things will be looking up from here.

and although she rarely allows herself to get close to people, she simply craves stability, craves a normal life and craves being able to share all the things she has to say with the world. but she has no idea how to dig herself out of the hole she got herself into.

[ginger-grimm]

I aim to please as always!! How about 🦓 for Andy Cahill??

(And if you wanted to send me some in exchange, well, I wouldn’t be opposed. 🫢)

Their favourite sweet treat: Andy doesn't eat much sugar but he will probably always have a soft spot for any kind of pastry that Octavia makes, I think that's the only thing he craves in prison

Their birth flower: Narcissus & Holly (December)

Their favourite urban legend: He told the "vanishing hitchhiker" to Tina to freak her out about her upcoming trip after they all graduated and relished in her fear until Octavia straightened him out and made him go on the trip with Tina, Collin, and herself to subdue those fears

Their favourite classical monster: King Kong

Their favourite YA novel: Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The number one best-selling fiction book from the day they were born: Centennial by James Michener

An irrational fear of theirs: Getting his fingers stuck in a bowling ball

Their favourite dish: Tina's most famous lasagna! He's been trying to get her recipe for decades but she keeps it locked away like it's the country's nuke codes

Their favourite DCOM: He's pretty much aged out of the Disney Channel by the time DCOMs take off, but he is easily convinced to watch new releases with Dot

Their favourite mythical creature: Werewolves!

[what-yadoking-likes]

Tumblr. I am drinking. Usually this would mean 'Anything goes' in my Asks (feel free to send, although the likelihood of me replying immediately is... not looking good ngl).

Instead I have been painting.

My sister was born on December 11th. And yet I have the Christmassy name.

Her birth month flower is either holly or white narcisssus.

Which is best as a BIRTHDAY card, Tumbles?

[rxscss]

“𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇? 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇? 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹. 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝒻 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃? 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓃?”

(—) ★ spotted!! felicity dupont on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 25 year old looks like ana de armas but i don’t really see it. while  the singer/actress is known for being artistic my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be fleety i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song rihannon by fleetwood mac. { she/her / cisfemale } - penned by candice, 25, cisfemale, she/her

𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

name: felicity stefanie dupont

age: twenty five

nicknames: fee, city

date of birth: december 1st, 1996

astrological sign: sagittarius 

place of birth: back of her parents’ tour bus - new york city, new york

occupation: singer/actress

voice claim: lana del rey

label: the wildflower

positive traits: artistic, empathetic, understanding, wise

negative traits: fleety, indecisive, damaged, addictive

characters/celebrities she’s like: peyton sawyer from one tree hill, serena van der woodsen from gossip girl, paris hilton in her early days, megan fox,  marissa cooper from the oc, rachel gatina from one tree hill, holly golightly from breakfast at tiffany’s, fiona gallager from shameless, angelina jolie, lana del rey, florence welch

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂

on a cold and snowy night in december, parked outside of madison square garden on her parents’ tour bus, felicity stefanie dupont was born to mikey and steffy jo dupont of ‘rolling mac’, one of the most popular bands in the entire world.

growing up on the road with her parent’s tumultuous relationship in the spotlight wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. her parents were wrapped up in the world of sex, drugs and rock and roll, leaving felicity often times in hotel rooms or on tour buses with her nanny as her parents kept on living their rock star lifestyle. she was home schooled by tutors and never experienced any sort of stability or social interactions with people her own age.

when she was 8 years old, after years of being on again and off again, her parents finally broke up for good and the band broke up. her father disappeared to start his own solo career and her mother was left to raise felicity on her own. felicity’s mother wasn’t exactly someone who was meant to be a mother. she didn’t have a maternal bone in her body. felicity always did much prefer her father. though he wasn’t parent of the year, he at least felt like a parent. he had taught her to play guitar, and gave her her love of music. so when he left her and her mother, she took it very hard.

she had wanted to grow up to be just like her parents, but after their breakup, that was the last thing that she wanted to be, seeing how hollywood and fame tore her family apart. her mother attempted her own solo career, as well, but wasn’t as successful as felicity’s dad. felicity’s mother slipped further and further into her drug addiction and felicity was basically left to raise herself. when she was 13, she found her mother dead of a drug overdose and was immediately sent off to live with her father.

however, him being absent from her life for six years was something that felicity was unable to forgive. the former sweet girl who loved playing guitar with flowers in her hair became cold. she completely abandoned her love of music and instead, decided to pursue an acting career all on her own. she emancipated from her father, with the help of her long time nanny who she not only became her legal guardian, but her manager, and she helped felicity make it in the acting world, something that was completely opposite of what her parents did and something that she wanted to use to help her be taken seriously and separate her from them. 

at 14, she was cast in a movie that ended up winning an oscar and immediately, felicity catapulted into a list stardom all on her own. she was cast in a plethora of serious roles and was known for her range and putting her absolute all into her jobs. she worked hard and completely poured herself into her work, even though her heart wasn’t completely in it. she always felt drawn to music. wanting nothing more to be a singer and songwriter. however, after seeing what the music industry did to her family, she wanted to stay far away from it.

she spent her entire teenage years working hard, never stepping out of line, being this picture perfect image of an artist, of an actress who took her craft and her job seriously. she was never caught slipping up, never allowed herself to get wrapped up in the messiness or pettiness of hollywood, never allowed herself to indulge in relationships or people that would drag her down and certainly never partook in vices as hard as her parents did.

however, a few months ago that all came crumbling down. after a decade of working her ass off, she had gotten drunk with her close friend, ford anderson, who had a girlfriend at the time, after one of his concerts. and while they were dancing and singing around his hotel room, not only did they fall into bed together, but they had the brilliant idea to film it, forgetting all about the camera left behind in the morning.

and of course, it ended up leaking and over night, felicity’s career was tarnished. she was labeled a whore, a homewrecker, and every horrible thing you could possibly imagine. it was as if overnight, she simply became all the things she tried so, so hard to stay away from and slowly but surely, she began to party.

instead of spending her days on prestigious movie sets, she was spending her nights dancing on tables, drinking, doing drugs, trying to find any way possible to cope with how far she’s fallen from the top.

it’s been months since she’s been cast in anything, being labeled as hollywoods newest bad girl on the party scene, however she recently landed a role for the movie mr. and mrs. smith, so she’s hoping that things will be looking up from here.

and although she rarely allows herself to get close to people, she simply craves stability, craves a normal life and craves being able to share all the things she has to say with the world. but she has no idea how to dig herself out of the hole she got herself into.

𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂 & 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓻

movie career:

2011- leon, the professional., role: mathilda age: 14, awards: oscar nominated for best actress, winner of the golden globe for best actress, winner of the bafta for best actress

2012-  girl, interrupted. role: lisa rowe, age: 15, awards & acclaim: oscar win for best supporting actress, golden globe for best supporting actress, bafta for best supporting actress, sag award for best supporting actress

2013-  black swan. role: odile, age: 16, awards & acclaim: none.

2014-  american beauty, role: angela hayes, age: 17 awards & acclaims: none

2015-  movie: once upon a time in hollywood, role: sharon tate, age: 18, awards & acclaims: none

2016- movie: gia, role: gia carangi, age: 19, awards & acclaims:  winner of the golden globe for best actress, winner of the bafta for best actress

2017- movie: the love witch, role: elaine, age: 20, awards & acclaims: none

2018- movie: wolf of wall street, role: naomi lapaglia, age: 21, awards & acclaims: none

2019- movie: elvis, role: priscilla presley, age: 22, awards & acclaims: none

2020-  movie: batman returns, role: selina kyle ‘catwoman’, age: 23, awards & acclaims: none

2021-  movie: silver linings playbook, role: tiffany, age: 24, awards & acclaims:  oscar win for best actress, golden globe for best actress, bafta for best actress, sag award for best actress.

2022- movie: mr. and mrs. smith - currently filming

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Celebrate the beauty of your birth flower with our exquisite "Personalized Birth Flower Mug," thoughtfully crafted by Mugz4Mugs as a Mother's Day gift and more. Each mug features a delicate illustration of your unique birth flower, making it a truly personalized keepsake. Whether you're enjoying your morning coffee or unwinding with a cup of tea, this mug adds a touch of elegance to your daily routine. It's also the perfect birthday gift, Mother's Day gift, anniversary gift, or any special occasion, allowing your loved ones to cherish their birth month in a meaningful way. Elevate your mug collection with the beauty of nature and the sentimentality of your January birth flower to December flower.

January Carnation Birth Month Flower February Violet Birth Month Flower March Daffodil Birth Month Flower April Daisy Birth Month Flower May Lily of the Valley Birth month flower June Rose Birth Month Flower July Water Lily Birth Month Flower August Gladiolus Birth Month Flower September Morning Glory Birth Month Flower October Cosmos Birth Month Flower November Chrysanthemum Birth Month Flower December Holly Birth Month Flower

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[torontobulkflowers]

Unveiling the Charm of December Flowers: A Captivating Guide

Introduction

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on the enchanting world of December flowers. As we delve into the beauty and significance of these blooms, we aim to provide you with a captivating journey through the floral wonders that grace this magical month.

The December Rose: A Symbol of Love and Joy

Delving into the Varieties

December marks the season of joy and celebration, and what better way to express these emotions than through the language of flowers? The December rose, with its myriad varieties, takes center stage in this winter wonderland. From the classic red roses symbolizing love to the delicate white roses representing purity, the array of choices allows you to convey your sentiments in the most elegant manner.

Care Tips for December Roses

To ensure the longevity of your December roses, it's essential to follow some expert care tips. These include placing them in a clean vase with fresh water, trimming the stems at an angle, and keeping them away from direct sunlight. By following these simple steps, you can make your December roses bloom vibrantly, spreading joy and beauty throughout your space.

December Birth Flowers: Narcissus and Holly

Narcissus: A Blossom of Hope

For those born in December, the Narcissus holds special significance as the birth flower. This charming bloom, with its delicate petals and soothing fragrance, is a symbol of hope and new beginnings. Whether you're gifting a bouquet or adorning your home, the Narcissus adds a touch of elegance to any setting.

Holly: Embracing the Festive Spirit

No December celebration is complete without the vibrant presence of holly. Known for its distinctive red berries and glossy green leaves, holly is not just a decorative element; it embodies the festive spirit of the season. Incorporate holly into your floral arrangements or use it as a centerpiece to instantly elevate the holiday ambiance.

Crafting Beautiful December Flower Arrangements

Creating a Winter Wonderland Bouquet

Transform your space into a winter wonderland by crafting a breathtaking December flower arrangement. Combine the richness of red roses, the purity of white roses, and the hope symbolized by Narcissus to create a bouquet that captures the essence of this magical month. Add sprigs of holly for a festive touch, and voila – you have a masterpiece that radiates elegance and charm.

DIY Tips for Floral Enthusiasts

For the DIY enthusiasts eager to showcase their creativity, we have some handy tips. Experiment with different textures, colors, and heights to add depth to your arrangement. Don't shy away from incorporating evergreen branches or pine cones for a touch of winter wilderness. The key is to let your imagination run wild, creating a unique and visually stunning masterpiece.

Capturing the Essence of December Flowers Through Photography

Photographing the Beauty

In the age of social media, capturing the beauty of your December flowers is a delightful way to share the magic. Experiment with lighting to highlight the intricate details of each petal and use natural backdrops to enhance the visual appeal. Whether you're a seasoned photographer or an amateur, let the charm of December flowers be the focal point of your next captivating snapshot.

Conclusion

As we conclude our journey through the mesmerizing world of December flowers, we hope this guide has inspired you to embrace the beauty and significance of these blooms. From the classic allure of roses to the symbolic meanings of Narcissus and holly, December flowers offer a rich tapestry of emotions and traditions.

[carpecarlos]

@cd-alexavega (from kingston, ocean, and rio)

The kid's birth flowers. holly and narcissus for december. roses and honeysuckle for june. Lily of the Valley and Hawthorn for May.

[carissa3mae]

Happy 1st day of December, everyone! ❄️ Can you believe that we made it to the final month of the year? Only thirty more days to go and then it's hello to 2024! 🍾 December is an excellent time to reflect on the previous year and to prepare for the year to come.

As for this month's happenings, we have winter commencing on the 21st, and we have Christmas, of course, on the 25th. The 25th is a Monday, so for some of you, you may be enjoying a three-day weekend! ⛄ We also have the final moon of the lunar calendar rising into the sky on the 26th of this month, closing out the lunar year with the Cold Moon, named so because, well, it's cold. 🌕

In other astronomical news, the Geminid meteor shower will take place this month on the 13th, so be sure to gaze up to the stars that night around 9PM! 🌠 It's one of the most active showers of the year, and it's almost always cloudy, but maybe we'll be able to see it this time! 😁

And to those born in this month of the Cold Moon, happy birthday! 🎂 You may know that your birthstone is turquoise, but did you know that you have two birth flowers? 💐 Holly and paperwhite narcissus!

In closing, I want to thank all of you for making it to the beginning of the end of another year! 🥳 I'm going to end each post this month with a question that will get you contemplating what this past year has done for you and what you can change next year (here's that reader participation I talked about yesterday). Write out your answers in a journal, or word doc on your phone or computer, or maybe even write them in the comments if you want to share! 😊 Let's start this off on a positive note: What goals did you achieve this year? 📃

[dienhoathanglong]

Birthdays are probably some of the most exciting days out of any calendar year. You get to celebrate someone for just spending another year being their wonderful selves! Everyone loves birthdays – the parties, the delectable cakes, and especially birthday flowers. We all want to give something that will let your recipient know that you had them in your thoughts. So, how can you choose birthday flowers? Here are some frequently asked questions about birthday flowers.

What types of flowers are best for birthdays?

Anything goes when it comes to sending memorable floral arrangements for birthdays. Roses are always thoughtful, conveying your love and adoration in the most beautiful way possible. Lilies are powerfully symbolic of positivity and joy, which makes them equally perfect for brightening up their special day. For an instant uplift, send them a gorgeous birthday orchid. They require little maintenance, so they’re ideal for the celebrant whose green thumb needs a good workout. You can never go wrong with sunflowers, either. These brilliant blossoms instantly infuse their day with a touch of sunshine and happiness.

What color flowers are best for birthdays?

Color can convey so much. Bright and uplifting colors like yellow and pink are always welcome on a birthday. They’re naturally cheerful and sure to light up any space in an instant. If you prefer, choose the color based on their birth month. Rich tones dominate the fall and winter months, so you might opt for a deep red or a bold purple during those times of the year. Easing into spring, consider lighter and more radiant hues that resonate with the warmer weather and sunnier skies. Keep the breezy vibe going during summer, and opt for crisp hues that are the antithesis of the weather. Lots of lush green leaves lend a cool vibe to any bouquet, while colors like orange and fuchsia bring playful charm and optimism to their birthday flowers.

What are birthday flowers by month?

Each month has a flower with a specific quality. January’s flower is the humble carnation, symbolic of passion. In February, celebrate with the innocence of the primrose. March babies will smile big when you present them with a lovely violet. April celebrates with the lovely daisy, a true representative of springtime beauty. In May, it’s time to bring out lily of the valley for a stylish bouquet. June is the month of the honeysuckle, a wonderfully fragrant choice sure to please flower lovers. In July, leave some room for the lush water lily. August revolves around the radiant poppy, symbolic of true happiness. During September, the graceful morning glory takes over the spotlight. October’s child is ruled by calendula, an earthy choice suitable for someone always trying to find the right balance. The November birthday celebrant will be delighted to receive some fresh mums. By December, the holly arrives just in time to spread some signature goodwill and festive cheer.

What are the best birthday flowers for friends?

Some flowers are just perfect for sending your best birthday wishes to friends. Among them are sunflowers, which are symbolic of loyalty as well as good cheer. Sunflowers naturally turn in the direction of the sun, indicating a strong connection similar to the one you share with your friend. Mums are wonderful for friends, too, since they’re resonant with optimism. Yellow roses represent the strongest of friendships. No matter what you choose to send, you’re sure to find a lovely choice for anyone celebrating their special day.

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