#fower language

[thisismeracing]

Lewis + surprise + fluff

Surprise | LH44

⸺ the one where he surprises her at work. ✓ mentions of food.

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“She’s right there,” Yn heard her coworker indicate while she furiously typed on her laptop. For a second she prepared for a unscheduled meeting or someone angry ready to stress her seconds before lunch time, which just would feel worse because she had forgotten her food at home.

“Hey, honey,” she heard his soft tone, then saw the shy smile on his face.

There Lewis stood with her lunch bag drapped on his shoulders, one hand holding his cell phone and the other holding a bouquet of fowers.

“What? Hi, babe, what you’re doing here?”

Lewis shrugged, putting the onto her table. “Surprise, I guess” he scratched the back of his neck, then proceeded to give her one of those smiles of his. “You forgot your lunch at home, I thought I could bring it to you since I don’t have anything major this week,” he explained, rocking on the back of his heels.

Hamilton was refering to his break that had just started. Yn’s would soon come and they planned a small and private trip together before finding their families to spend the off days the best way possible, surrounded by love. But Yn thought that while her own vacay time didn’t come Lewis would take the time to catch up on sleep, and even see his family.

As it turns out he did catch up on sleep — went as far as dragging her earlier to bed, however he also took his time doing small acts of kindness to her. Reminding Yn how much he loved her. Where Lewis could have simply taken her lunch bag, he made sure to bring flowers and his own food so that they could share the meal. And that went in every other aspec of their lives. Lewis set the best tone. He was caring and attentive, he had his own love language, but he made sure to learn about Yn’s here and there so she could never doubt how in love he was with her.

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[mxdaydream]

Toh fans, I haven't seen anyone talk about the flowers in this scene, and as a huge flower lover I have to say

The blue fowers in Flapjack's grave? Those look a lot like the flower myosotis

Also known as "forget-me-not". And in the flower language they mean eternal love and a promise to remember someone. They can also be used to show true love and loyalty.

I hope you guys enjoy this little detail <3

[loraneldin]

Every year when the cherry blossoms come back, Tony notices Steve gets quieter around him. Not in a bad way, but with so much tenderness in his eyes, that it's distracting.

He thinks it has something to do with that first kiss in April, after a fight in Central Park. They only talked about it and made the next step months later, but the memory of that pink canopy and warm breath on his lips is still vivid in his mind.

And seemingly in Steve's too.

An entry to the SteveTony Games for Team Future and the square "Language of Fowers". It's part of a Mirror mirror challenge.

Find @tinystark616's mirror here and @stark---contrast's here

[voidendron]

OC Tag Game

tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad - thank you, Raven! 💚💜

tagging @teetertottertales and whoever else wants to do this! (bc most of who I'd have tagged are tagged already haha)

I'll be sticking to SWTOR characters for this, just for consistency

Favorite OC: Rediaex'aere'zortiea

This was a difficult one, but I think I've got to go with Xaerez. I've really enjoyed developing him over the last few years, and I always enjoy writing fics for him, answering asks, or just doing Certified Oliver Ramblings about him. The way duty contradicts morals for them (A Lot) makes them a lot of fun; I always enjoy thinking "ok, this is what he Wants to do, but this is what he's Going to do" when it comes to the various situations I shove them into whether they Want those situations or not.

Newest OC: Fower Vek

I believe it's Fower ("Flower"), from the Rediscovery Era crew! Like Farsc, she's a professor - they worked together at a university on Coruscant, so that's how Farsc ended up going to her to get her on the crew and in on a little grand theft auto to steal the Star Hopper from a museum oops. She's an astronomer and cartographer, so makes sure the crew doesn't get lost while they search for where the Alliance disappeared to all those thousands of years ago. I like to think she's an ancestor to Lina and Varrich.

Oldest OC: Synnda V'ehsz

I have many OCs much older than Synnda, but in keeping it to SWTOR, he was my very first. ...Probably not surprising, considering my legacy name haha - although he was named after my legacy, instead of the other way around. I did (and still kinda do) self-project a lot onto him, but I've developed him a lot over the years and he's very dear to me. I've got a Synnda clone on just about every server if that says anything - including 2 versions of him on Star Forge alone.

Meanest OC: Ehna'dissen

Ehna, hands down. (Commander!Varrich comes in close, however) She's an interrogator, and enjoys holding power over others. It's because of her that Xaerez's Castellan restraints get re-triggered. Because of her Synnda eventually loses his life. Because of her that the Cadera siblings nearly tear each other apart as she watched on. She's absolutely horrible, she knows she's horrible, and she thinks it's all just a fun game that she's winning.

Softest OC: Parrakh Djal

He just wants to be a healer, help others when he can. His life had an unfortunate start, but he finds his place as one of Synnda's students.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Anaehr Cadera

The youngest of Terrin and Torian's kids, Anaehr was already distant from his older siblings who were less than a year apart. He distances himself from his family as he grows jealous and angry of his siblings' success, makes terrible mistakes for it, but stands his ground and refuses to feel guilt for the actions that make him Dar'manda. He doesn't let anyone get close to him; his anger becomes numbness, and he becomes a cold and hateful man.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Jen Sept

My Voidhound. Need I say more? ajksl;djaskld Jen is. A lot. He can walk into a trap, know he's walking into a trap, and continue to walk in with zero plan anyway. It's....a good thing he has Risha and Kitty to steer him in the right direction, or this cat man probably would have gotten himself killed a long time ago.

Smartest OC: Kitty

While Synnda and Qizulth are both extremely intelligent, their knowledge is a lot more limited to their interests. Kitty? He learned to survive during over a decade on the run after sneaking out of the academy on Korriban. Medicine, cultures, languages, mechanics, history--chances are if you ask him something, he can at the very least point you in the direction of getting the right answer even if he doesn't know it himself. Good thing, too: Marrying the Voidhound means someone needs to have the braincell or they're doomed.

Horniest OC: Jen Sept

Jen again! He kinda just. Slept his way through the galaxy until he met Kitty. And now that they're together, Jen likes to experiment in bed, and sometimes they'll bring in a third for the night, too. With Jen having so much power in the underworld, it works Mighty Well for getting other bosses to cooperate with him.

OC You'd Bang: Aaz'n Tarnak or Lina Tophrik

I like strong women OKAY don't look at me

OC You'd be Friends With IRL: Kidak Hess

He's just a very gentle person, and the thing about him is he Knows How To Be Friends With Introverts Without Being Overwhelming. He's totally chill to just be in someone's company without needing to be Doing Things. He's happy to talk about his own interests for hours, but at the same time he'd be happy to listen to someone else ramble about theirs while he he just soaked up everything they said. He'd just be really nice company, and the exact type of person I'd love to hang out with.

[scriptflorist]

“Hey, thanks for the answer my flower symbolism for siblings question. I am so sorry I don’t really have a better way to narrow it down for you.

My world is fantasy and set on furturistic earth (3000AD) and mostly in another realm where there’s no dominant race and no minority races either. I sort of took the population of all countries on earth and borrowed 30 countries in a row from the middle.

Humans are one race and are all mixed skin color. The culture frepresent humanity as one culture. Specific culture has been lost in origin. Basically whatever culture humans had when they came over from earth got intertwined in the culture and also evolved separately from earth and like any culture certain aspects can die down or grow. Different culture are simply preferences. Do you want to wear a T shirt or button down shirt is no different than do you want to wear a sari or kilt? Gender lines most certainly blur.

However, which culture specificdally?? Yeah I kinda used all sorts of cultures around the world, all older ones including Ancient Egyptian. So anything goes really!! I mostly asked about specific culture because I do not want to default to anything that’s like you said Victorian lol. Anyway Victorian is way too new, the newest I had taken is probably the Mongol Empire in the 14th century. This is because I needed nearly 2 millennia of growth to have lost culture origin.” - hi

Hi hi (again!),

What you describe sounds a lot like you will be making up your own meanings a lot for that setting. With so many cultures mingled and so much time having past it’s hard to say what will have survived of today’s knowledge. As it stands there is no comprehensive record of flower meanings in relations to siblings to begin with. You can hardly default to something for which there is no default.

Different cultures treat siblings differently so it might be an idea to look at which customs might have been adapted from which corner of the world, if that is something you are interested in for your story.

Anything goes with such a mixed base just means that you can do your own thing for your story now.

Perhaps instead of meanings it would be more helpful to you to have a look at how flower meanings developed and go from there? Here’s our tag for it.

The origins of floristry come partly from the ancient Egyptians, Romans and Greeks. So you may want to look into that?  The ask here is about architecture, because art periods go hand in hand with floristry in that matter. The earliest known flower arrangements come from Egypt (2.500 BC) – larkspur, chrysanthemums and loti come to mind. Closely followed the Romans, Greeks and Chinese. Only in Europe we don’t have records of floral arrangements before the Middle Ages. So if your story requires ancient floral designs this is the corner to start in.

However, as meanings go from that time period they practically don’t exist, most of what we know about flowers from the Romans and Greeks is associated with their temples and gods. Here’s an ask about flowers and gods regarding that.

Since your setup is so broad, I am not sure if it makes sense to look for flowers that go along with the relationships of the siblings (how well they get along) since that bears the risk of boxing them in. However, it could work well for a specific set of siblings that play a reoccurring role in your story.

– Mod Jana

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_flower_arrangement

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

[jung-koook]

Hello :) I just wanted to tell you that in the gifset from Jimin's a Hobi's vlive it should probably be 'funniest' instead 'funnest' and also from the gifset where Jungkook gives the flower to Seokjin should be 'flower' boy not 'fower'. English is not my first language, so maybe I am totally stupid and wrong. Love your blog ♥ Have a nice day!

thank you ;___; the other set I already deleted but thank you anyway. please, you’re not stupid! you’re so sweet for letting me know about my typo. thank you so much for loving my blog! 🥺 you too ♡

[sciencespies]

New Research Suggests We're Living in Historically Unhappy Times

https://sciencespies.com/news/new-research-suggests-were-living-in-historically-unhappy-times/

New Research Suggests We're Living in Historically Unhappy Times

If months of living through the COVID-19 pandemic and the recent endless cycle of news regarding police brutality has you feeling low, you’re not alone, researchers say. Two pieces of research released this week suggest that Americans are experiencing a historic period of unhappiness.

In an interview with Giuliana Viglione for Nature, researchers described the two weeks following May 26 as the “saddest” ever on Twitter. Chris Danforth and Peter Dodds, both mathematicians at the University of Vermont in Burlington, track the relative happiness or sadness of Twitter in multiple different languages using a tool called the “hedonometer,” reports Viglione.

Developed in 2008, the tool analyzes a randomly sampled 10% of Tweets in a given language each day. It compares the words in the Tweets to a database of more than 10,000 words that a group of 50 people rated on a scale of happy (9) to sad (1), according to the tool’s website.

The researchers noted a large, sustained drop in happiness on English-language Twitter in mid-March, as the COVID-19 pandemic started to intensify in United States. Then, on May 25, Minneapolis police officer Derek Chauvin killed George Floyd, sparking protests against police brutality in every state and triggering a flood of activism and anger online. In the following days, the hedonometer recorded its most negative reading ever—the “saddest day in the history of Twitter,” the researchers claimed in a Tweet.

A new all-time low for the Hedonometer, as happiness levels continue to drop in the days after George Floyd’s murder.

Lower than the shock of the coronavirus pandemic.

Lower than the mass shooting in Las Vegas in 2017. pic.twitter.com/39fEgce4cu

— hedonometer (@hedonometer) May 30, 2020

The words “murder,” “racist” and “sad” were all trending in the days following George Floyd’s killing, as protests began to take hold across the country, according to a Tweet.

“Hedonometer is reflecting Twitter’s live blog of societal disruption: the pandemic, pervasive structural racism, embarrassingly inadequate leadership, not to mention climate change or economic inequality,” Danforth tells Jason Murdock of Newsweek. “Sports, music, and live entertainment typically comprise a good portion of Twitter activity. Since the pandemic took hold in March, very few of these leisure activities have been available for discussion on social media.”

But describing the huge influx of Tweets as just “sadness” might obscure a key part of the story. A surge of future-oriented activism has also been taking place on social media in recent weeks. As Desmond Patton, a social scientist at Columbia University, tells Nature: “It’s one thing to tell the world ‘this is the saddest week.’ […] But also in the saddest week, you have thousands and thousands of people who are now activated and moving towards equality and social justice.”

A Pew Research Center survey in 2019 found that just about 22 percent of American adults use Twitter. But the hedonometer’s results align with other studies of American wellbeing over time, including recently released data from the COVID Response Tracking Study conducted by NORC at the University of Chicago. A survey of 2,279 adults in early May 2020 found that Americans are the unhappiest they’ve been in the nearly five decades, reports Tamara Lush for the Associated Press.

Results from a survey by University of Chicago scientists tracking happiness levels in America

(Image courtesy of NORC at the University of Chicago)

Just 14 percent of Americans say they are “very happy,” compared to 31 percent of Americans who described themselves as such in 2018. According to the AP, the percentage of “very happy” people has never dipped below 29 percent since NORC began conducting these surveys in 1972.

It seems that people are also feeling the effects of social distancing, according to the University of Chicago statement. About twice as many Americans also reported feeling isolated in May, up to 50 percent compared with just 23 percent from the same time in 2018—perhaps unsurprising given the social distancing measures in place to keep most people apart.

The University of Chicago study was conducted before the killing of George Floyd and the eruption of nationwide protests in late May. However, other studies suggest that the one-two punch of recent events has fallen especially hard on black Americans. Multiple studies have shown that racial and ethnic minorities, especially black Americans, are dying at disproportionately large rates from COVID-19, per the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Additionally, a recent Census Bureau study showed that instances of depression and anxiety spiked among black Americans in the wake of the killing of George Floyd, report Alyssa Fowers and William Wan for the Washington Post.

#News

[x-ximenas]

Love Means Trouble: Chapter 3

Prompt: Hurricane by Halsey, which you can find in this playlist.

Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drug consumption, mentions of smut  and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 3,862 words

A/N: I’m really really sorry for taking this long, but the holidays came around and my family really forces us to socialize so I barely had any time to do this, I wrote this in three days and I’m not sure how well it turned out tbh, but I guess it’s good, yeah it’s good Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just communicate with me!

// Prologue // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

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“One drop on a teaspoon, followed by a second, then a third... So many, so little but they all fell until the small utensil was on the border of starting to spill.”

“One teaspoon, two teaspoons... Drink the oil, lick the oil; it's expensive don't waste it, use it, don't abuse it and taste the velvet of the substance.”

“Lay down in bed sweet Circe and let your body work, breathe in and out, relax or your trip might take a different path. Ignore the ticking clock, I know it gets you nervous to think how long will this time last, so don't think about time for it will only pass and before you know it nausea will settle in the pit of your stomach to kickstart the ‘dream’ as you like to call it.”

“Go on, run to the bathroom, empty what little is left in your stomach, the purge of the soul begins... Follow the path shown or pain will come through and ruin your travel in search of creativity.”

“Be careful Circe, only one thing can stain your clothes and the dirt of your soul won't be it, its dark colour a bad omen, so stay careful before your heart picks up, your hands sweat and you lose perception of yourself.”

“Lock the front door, you know only few have keys that could open that door, those few characters well-aware of your rendez-vous, they won't get scared; but make sure to leave the crumpled up note on the coffee table, let's avoid conflicts.”

“Lay down on your bed Circe, before it starts, before colours dance in your head and behind your closed eyelids. Take deep breaths as sleep takes you as its prisoner.”

"Is it hot in here? Is the light too light? Too bright?"

“Focus! Keep your eyes closed as your melting body fades away, ignore the darkness of your eyes, colours will start to play, figures, situations.”

"What are you trying to say? What will be shown?"

“Paint.”

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Circe woke up in a cold sweat, her body uncomfortably laying down on her floor right next to the couch, but she didn't feel sore. Her hands travelled to her face, it felt strangely moldable and soft and although she couldn't see her eyes she could swear that her pupils had taken over the irises. Then her hands travelled to her hair, it felt white, smelt like sunrise and tasted like pain her whole body reacting to it with disgust, making her hands feel heavy as they fell to her sides.

In an out of body experience she saw herself rise from the floor, her legs wobbly and her arms in constant motion, incapable of staying still. She was aware she was still under the influence of what she had taken, one of the clearest tell-tale was when she glanced up at the clock and it melted off the wall in a way Dahli would have been envious about and when she stared out the window she could swear that when her finger covered the sun the sky darkened and constellations appeared.

“Paint” a voice whispered in an almost commanding voice, it was her voice, her own command.

The one-worded sentence bounced from wall to wall, creating an echo in her head that was only quieted when her hands shoot up to cover her ears and her eyes closed shut.

Once she opened one eye to peek at her surroundings she faced a woman, it was the same nymph from her tattoo -Anthusae, a flower nymph, Circe recalled from their previous encounters- and she caressed Circe's face in a comforting matter. Anthusae’s body was naked, barely covered by the fowers that bloomed around her; her smile was shy but had the devil hidden in it as she pulled Circe to the "paint" room by the hair.

As the door slammed shut behind Circe her eyes looked down to the floor. When sober the room's floor looked as if a lot of accidents had occurred, for it was littered by dry paint stains, but when Circe found herself in her current state the usually static colours moved in alluring waves, a symphony of shades that could lull her to work. This time, the colours were matte and dark and moved to reveal a blurry picture, a silhouette of a man his only distinctive feature being a pair of sharp olive coloured eyes. The man smiled a wide smile, it looked rather strange on him, out of place.

Circe shook her head in an attempt to get rid of the image dancing on her feet. She begged for the return of the vibrant colours that usually appeared in front of her and after a few moments, they entered the scene, Nikki’s smile fading to the back of her brain. 

Circe fell to the ground as her legs moved too fast for her body to follow, her arm reached out to the forgotten canvas on the back of the room, hidden under a white sheet.

Placing the canvas in her easel her hand mindlessly grabbed her painting palette, squirting small blobs of paint on the surface and as her dominant hand reached for a brush she was no longer in control of her body -was she ever truly?- her hands moved carefully in coordination with the colours presented in her mind, trying not to lose focus as voices whispered in her ears -attempting to pull her to the dark, show her more pictures, painful pictures- but the colours were too alluring, too captivating so her eyes and hands stayed focused on the task at hand. Then, her brain shut down. 

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When Circe finally woke up, her body felt limp and worn out, a feeling of relaxation settled on her body as she laid on the floor of her "paint" room, her eyes focused on the painting before her.

A sigh of relief left her, the painting turned out looking good, the strokes weren't harsh and looked meticulously controlled. The picture before her resembled the active and lively streets of LA, bright neon lights with transiting cars, people running on the sidewalk or even running to the other side of the road; the colours had been amped on saturation and the image looked blurred out, there weren't any distinctive shapes, just lights.

Finally standing up from the ground, Circe headed to the window wondering what time it was. She recalled from her daze that the Sun was still very much present in the sky but she also remembered stars and the dark indigo coloured sky. As her head peeked out the window and the hot breeze of LA hit her face she saw where sky and earth met and how the dark blue shade the night sky was known for started to warm up from the soft caresses of the sun - how long have I been out? She wondered.

Circe's eyes never left the horizon, enjoying the view the rising sun provided -it was so strange to get some downtime in such an active city and she was enjoying it. She wasn’t sure how long had she been just standing there staring at the horizon, but her legs started to give up on her from how tired her muscles felt.

Circe parted from the open window and headed to her room, deciding it was time to face her reflection, aching to amuse herself with her looks, paint all over her body and clothes, her face also stained from paint she ad accidentally rubbed there when attempting to remove hair from her face. As she stared at herself in the mirror she noticed that the picture she had painted of her own image was staring back at her with a soft smile and tired eyes still, her hand reached for a cotton ball damp on some oil she had noticed helped when removing paint of her hands and face -sometimes even hair.

After rubbing off the last remnants of paint off her cheek Circe fell in a small trance, flashing images of a kind smile and green eyes kept popping in her head, making a shiver run down her spine. She was well aware that all that she saw and felt were the effects that came with peyote consumption, she knew it liked playing games with one's head, some people swore they saw visions presented as cryptic messages and other's said that through this plant they faced their greatest fears and traumas. She knew the story behind this plant's use, she had been told that Native Americans used it as a way to connect to higher entities, their deities in search of spiritual guidance; Circe on the other hand usually just used it as a bridge for creativity, showing her pretty colours and awe-inspiring pictures.

Was Nikki an awe-inspiring image to her? The thought made Circe shiver once more, she felt as if her resolve was crumbling down, especially after his appearance in her head that night, but ever since their last encounter she had to constantly remind herself to keep her distance, not only did she knew of his reputation but she was enjoying the push and pull, she always did, she was just scared of the outcome this time, never had a boy appeared on her trip and she had never been so affected by someone, no one made her this reactive, no one but Nikki...

Circe's thumb went up to her face, stopping a drop of Jack from tumbling down her lip, alcohol wasn’t inexpensive and she was damn sure she wasn't going to waste any part of what she had paid for. She offered the bartender -Luke- a kind smile as she yelled over the music:

"I'll pay later!" Circe leaned on the counter offering him a wink and a small wave, then she dropped her red leather jacket by him, Luke just laughed as he placed the jacket behind the bar knowing what the brunette meant.

Circe readjusted both her black sequin tube top and her leather pants as she made her way to the dance floor, ruffling her hair just a smidge to give the messy waves some volume.

The music was loud and easy to move along to, her hips swaying from side to side unconsciously as Circe let go of her inhibitions, deciding to just enjoy herself as she sang along to the songs being played by that night’s DJ. This wasn’t her favourite kind of music, usually more accustomed to rock, punk or pop-rock, but when she decided to just have fun anything would do.

Then a pair of hands tightly wrapped in leather slipped around her waist, tugging her to meet their body and as she turned around to tell the person off she was met with raven hair and green eyes mainly covered by how blown out his pupils had become, Nikki.

Circe's face twitched with annoyance as she stared at the man in front of her, although she was facing a man she "knew", she never enjoyed being pulled around like that. Her eyebrows were furrowed and one of them was starting to rise, not in inquiry but discomfort when a light went off in her head.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Nikki Sixx?" Circe teased, her hands trailing up from Nikki's chest to the back of his neck, lightly pulling on his hair.

“Well, well, well, if it isn't my favourite groupie” Nikki answered, unable to use her name because he was yet to learn it.

"What brings the big rock star here?" She questioned, her head tilting to the side a pout pulling at her lips before it twisted to a mocking smile.

Nikki rolled his eyes at her playful teasing, his tongue darting out his mouth to wet his lips, then he pulled her closer to him, their hips meeting and chest brushing as he leaned in to whisper in her ear: "You..."

Circe's face grew amused, barely being able to keep her laugh contained as she pushed him back, attempting to put some space between them. But, soon enough she broke character, a laugh slipping from between her lips, her hand barely making it in time to cover her mouth.

"Oh fuck, sorry, fuck -another laugh escaped her- is just that, you want me to believe that cheesy shit?" Circe yelled over the loud music, hoping that it would reach Nikki, who just snorted out a laugh.

“Sorry, sorry, my bad” he answered, putting his hands up in defeat, an honest smile present on his lips, making one form on Circe’s face as well.

“Well, it was nice seeing you, but I gotta go, so…” Circe said, walking away from the scene, a smile still very much present in her face, she had been entertained enough for the night, that one simple sentence was enough for her to live off until their next encounter, but Nikki wasn't having any of it.

As Circe made her way through the club, stopping first at the bar to drop enough money to cover her bill, asking Luke for her jacket and then for a smoke outside, Nikki trailed behind her, not quite finished with her that night.

"You want one?" She asked Nikki once they both stepped outside the club, but she never really stopped to look at him, her step never faltering as she headed to the back of the club, where she had parked her car, not really expecting him to follow her.

He didn't answer either, just taking the cigarette and the lighter from her hands as he walked behind her. No one bothered to fill in the silence that lingered between them, both busy doing their own stuff, Circe was pulling her hair up in a messy ponytail and Nikki, well, he was staring at Circe, his eyes trailing downwards, as usual, his gaze lingered longer in her sleeve tattoo before following the path her waist and hips carved for him, the leather material of her pants tight against her skin outlining the roundness of her ass. Nikki shook his head, images of how her naked body might look like flooding his brain, the taste of her a thing he craved.

A vibrant red colour shiny under the low lighting of the street made the sportive black lines of the car pop out also making Circe’s car easy to distinguish from others, it truly was a beautiful car.

Circe leaned on the hood of the car watching Nikki intently as he approached her slowly, the cigarette she had handed him hanging loosely on his lips. "Call Me" by Blondie sounded in the background and for a moment Circe felt as if she was in a movie and that song was part of the soundtrack, fitting to their situation, almost too fitting.

"Color me your color, baby. Color me your car" Circe sang to Nikki in a low voice, dropping her cigarette to the asphalt, her hand reaching out to pull him by his shirt once he was within reach.

"Color me your color, darling I know who you are” Circe kept on singing, her face angled upwards never breaking eye contact with the raven-haired boy in front of her as she removed the cigarette from his lips throwing it away next to her's. “Come up off your color chart I know where you're comin' from"

Nikki appeared to be entertained, enjoying the soft sound of her voice as he pressed himself closer to her his hips taking the space between her parted legs, his index finger coming up to her chin before his thumb trailed the shape of her lower lip pulling downwards in soft motion.

"Call me, on the line, call me, call me any, anytime" Circe continued as Nikki coaxed her to stand up straight, his hand wrapping around her waist, tugging her forward their chest and hips meeting, no one considering on moving and soon enough the music truly became white sound, ignored and placed in the background.

Circe knew what was going to happen next, she could see the movie replaying in her head, Nikki would lean in, his gloved hand on her face pulling her forward as if to meet her lips, but then he'll stop with a smirk in his lips and mischief on his eyes. It was the same old situation, and she was willing to change it this time.

So her hand reached up to his hair, tugging at the strands on the back of his neck, her other hand pressed to his chest, slowly drawing figures as it lowered itself to the edge of his pants. Circe's lips brushed against Nikki's cheek as her face inched closer to his ear, her fingers playing with the button of his skinny black jeans.

"What do you want me to do, babe?" She questioned, using Nikki's own words against him, her breath hot in his ear and her teeth barely scraping the sensitive skin of his earlobe.

Circe pulled the skin between her teeth before lowering to bite at the pulse point just below his earlobe. Nikki bit down a shiver, a grunt replacing the motion as one of his hands moved down to grab at her ass before slapping it, earning a chocked up moan from Circe.

"Are you sure you should be asking the questions? I see you're more desperate than you appear to be" Nikki noted, his sentence felt cut short from the lack of name usage, but still, he kept on with the game, pulling his face away from hers to gauge her reaction, but there was none, other than her smirk only growing larger.

"Mmmh, I wouldn't be so sure about that, Nikki" She coaxed as her hand opened the button to his jeans just to place her hand down the clothing, her fingers lightly grazing his already hardened dick.

"Don't play with me like that" Nikki answered a demanding undertone to his sentence and his voice, but Circe didn't really care about either of those things, it only fueled the devious flame that burned her body and eyes.

"Or what?" She answered, her tongue placed between her teeth as her smile grew taunting, but said smile broke when Nikki's hand reached up to her neck choking her only slightly.

"You want to know don't you, babe? You want to feel what I can do to you, huh?" He answered, his voice rough as he held her by the neck.

Circe's mouth was agape, her pride being the only thing that prevented her from moaning out, the pressure of his hand fogged her mind heavily as the cold of the leather gloves rubbed on her skin. Despite her hazy state her hand still on him, hot on his skin as she pulled it out of his jeans, resting it at his exposed navel.

"You're one to talk, you're the one with a hard-on here, babe" she muttered out a laugh falling from her lips. Nikki huffed and removed his hand from Circe's neck.

Nikki adjusted his jeans and turned to leave before Circe mocked: "You're just going to leave like that? No kiss?"

Nikki turned to her and noted how Circe's face was lit up with fake innocence, he approached her once more, his lips neared her's as his hand moved from the side of her neck, applying the slightest of pressures as it trailed down, tracing the outline of her collarbone and the edge of her tattoo; then, his hand brushed over her breast, his touch teasing and slow as goosebumps covered her chest; finally, his hand stopped at the front of her pants and despite the number of layers between them -from his gloves to her underwear- his touch was hot on her, a knot forming on her lower abdomen craving for release.

Nikki huffed out a laugh, his breath hot on her lip as he stated with a sly tone: "no."

Circe's body warmed up from the mere memory, the feeling of Nikki's warm skin still very much present in her subconscious, but she had to take her time away from him, she had to rebuild strengths if she wanted to keep her game up.

“Man, I desperately need a cold shower” Circe mumbled to herself, her fingers running through her knotted up hair.

Circe removed all her clothes in her room, walking naked to her bathroom and just as she was about to get in her shower to get the water ready her reflection caught her attention once more, it appeared as if High Circe had gotten bored and designed a new tattoo on her right shoulder just under her collarbone. Running back to her room she got a hold of her black eyeliner, filling in where it needed to be, adding detailing as well; then she got a hold of her camera, snapping a picture of the drawing before it faded with the shower.

As she headed to her bathroom, her head turned to her living room, the sight of her record player making her detour from her original destination -again. She searched through her vinyls, settling for her most recent buy, “Mask” by Bauhaus. Finally, Circe got to her bathroom, the sound of “Hair of The Dog” fell into the background as she turned the water on, the cold droplets of water making their appearance soon enough and so, Circe jumped underneath them; the pressure that they hit her skin with was comforting enough, helping at easing the leftover tension that resided on her back and shoulder muscles coaxing a small sigh of content to escape her.

Circe started to hum along to the songs playing, trying to divert her thoughts from the owner of the most captivating pair of olive-coloured eyes she had ever seen. It was a hard task to keep up with, her mind naturally heading his direction making Circe make a disgruntled sound; she sped up the showering process and just as she finished showering as the side A of the album ended, she dried herself as quickly as possible, wrapping a towel around the top of her chest, heading to the record player to turn the vinyl to its side B before she dressed up. The sound of “Kick in the Eye” flooded small apartment, the lyrics naturally falling from her lips as she moved to the beat the bass marked. The song faded to an end once she got to her closet, she pulled out a pair of black high-waisted shorts, an old ripped shirt Circe had cut into a crop top thrown at her bed next to a pair of panties.

As she finished putting all of her clothes on and while lacing up her boots a knock pulled her out of her thoughts, a frown took over her face. She walked to the door, not caring to yell over the music to tell the person at the door that she was heading their way, she just walked there. And without taking a look through the window by the door nor through the peephole she opened the door, freezing at her spot as her eyes met his.

“Well, hello Circe...”

// Next Chapter //

[write-it-motherfuckers]

hello, love! so i'm trying to write a prompt response, but to do that i need to know how to send a message in flowers. does that make sense? i'm completely stuck on where to find the information i need. would you know how to use fowers to talk to someone? or would you know a good website where i could find out? any help is appreciated! thanks x

Oh dear, I’m actually not sure Darling. I did do some searching when you first sent this message, but was unable to respond due to the inbox issue. From what I can tell, everything is pretty spread out, unless you want to go and spend money on a book about it. However I did get the best results searching for Floriography which just means language of flowers, but manages to cut out some of the adverts and such.

Good luck Darling one 🖤

[arianadumbldr]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS            

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.  repost & tag away !

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

- Wonder - Yearning - Anxiety - Fear - Rage

GREETINGS:

- “Welcome!” - “Oh hello!” - “It is so nice to see you!” - “Good day, sir!” - “Good morning!”

COLORS:

- White - Blue - Lavender - Ivory

SCENTS:

- Lavender. - Rosewater. - Lily-of-the-Valley. - Freshly baked apple pie. - Tea.

CLOTHING:

- dresses - aprons - pinafores  - dainty shoes - hair ribbons

OBJECTS:

- diary - sketchbooks /drawing pads - pressed flowers - stuffed animls  - letters

VICES / BAD HABITS:

- Overthinking - hiding - being irritable - being childish

BODY LANGUAGE:

- biting lips - playing with her hair - playing with her own fingers

AESTHETICS:

- Birdsong early in the morning  - Mist over dewy fields - seafoam on the beach - Butterlies dancing over flower fields - a locket with pressed fowers in it

SONGS:

- "Breathe Me” by Sia - “Suzanne” by Leonard Cohen - “If You Could Read My Mind” by Gordon Lightfoot

tagged by:  @anearthlymessenger

Tagging:  @magicalmusesandwheretofindthem@scharfezunge@albusdumbldr @scharfezunge @queeniethelegilimens@gubraithianphoenix @loveisforchildren-percivalgraves @gallertgrindelwald @yoursaviourhasarrived

[ohshitsomeonejust]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jasper/Peridot (Steven Universe) Characters: Jasper (Steven Universe), Peridot (Steven Universe) Additional Tags: flower shop au, fun with fower language, and by fun i mean, being evil with flower language Summary:

Jasper gets help from a cute florist in order to get the perfect bouquet of flowers for that "special" someone.

[aquamirage]

Language is therefore one way station to consider. Another is cards or gift-giving. When I become sick — when I’m in the hospital, or in an outpatient program — I don’t receive fowers or cards, the way that people with other illnesses do. During my most recent psychotic episode, a friend asked me what I wanted; I replied, with more force than I’d expected, “Send me fowers.” I emailed her the website of my favorite fower shop. I repeated this request to anyone who asked, “What can I do?” There was nothing that anyone could do for my state of mind, but they could make my studio brighter with sweet peas, anemones, ranunculus; they could bring to me fat-headed peonies, which I left until they bloomed in full swell, withered, and died.

Esmé Weijun Wang, Light Gets In

[weliveinaflat]

Hi friends! Long time no see, but what's new 😅 If you checked out our highlights regularly, you will have seen that I was back at the vet (yet again 🤦‍♀️). One of my toes was bleeding and the vet thought it might be caused by friction when my nail rubbed against the side of my toe. So now, instead of just cutting my nail with a pair of pet nail cutters, mom has also bought a dremel so that she can file and hopefully blunt my nails. Truthfully mom has just cut my nails with nail cutters all these years and it was never been an issue before so not sure if its old age. 😅😅😅 Hurhur. Of course, mom hasn't been able to cut my nails in a while since she sliced her hand open and needed to keep it clean and dry for a while. So my amazing fast growing nails did get quite long. Oh well. But my paw is well and good now, and my amazingly fast growing nails still grow at great speed. Old age certainly hasn't slowed them down. 😑 hmmm. In other news, Little P whose language included growls and snarls (which mom thinks is my influence on him. Her friend with no dogs has never reared a single growling child so... ) has finally been imitating words other than "mama" and "papa". 😱😱 But apparently now I am "wawa" 😅 and he pronounces "fower (flower)" more accurately than "Donna". I wonder if I should be insulted. I guess mom should feel more insulted since she has trained herself to speak to him in Chinese all the time and he has not really repeated Chinese words back at her....😅😅😅😅 Ooops! Last but not least, check out the wooden tag from @avaloncrafts that I am testing! Heehee. The Covid-19 situation seems neverending, doesn't it? Stay safe everyone! #sgdog #singaporedog #sgmoms #muttskickbutt #muttsofig #singaporespecial #mongrelsofinstagram #seniordogsrock #adopteddog (at Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/B96PaK9ge4R/?igshid=vddsjc2sdgkv

[shirlleycoyle]

Most of Scottish Wikipedia Written By American in Mangled English

For over six years, one Wikipedia user—AmaryllisGardener—has written well over 23,000 articles on the Scots Wikipedia and done well over 200,000 edits. The only problem is that AmaryllisGardener isn’t Scottish, they don’t speak Scots, and none of their articles are written in Scots.

Since 2013, this user—a self-professed Christian INTP furry living somewhere in North Carolina—has simply written articles that are written in English, riddled with misspellings that mimic a spoken Scottish accent. Many of the articles were written while they were a teenager. AmaryllisGardener is an admin of the Scots Wikipedia, and Wikipedians now have no idea what to do, because their influence over the country’s pages has been so vast that their only options seem to be to delete the Scots language version entirely or revert the entire thing back to 2012.

This ridiculous situation was discovered by a redditor on r/Scotland who happened to check the edit history of one article. By the redditor u/Ultach's count, Amaryllis was responsible for well over one-third of Scots Wikipedia in 2018, but Amaryllis stopped updating their milestones that year.

"The problem is that this person cannot speak Scots," the redditor wrote. "I don't mean this in a mean spirited or gatekeeping way where they're trying their best but are making a few mistakes, I mean they don't seem to have any knowledge of the language at all."

The situation is obvious if you click on essentially any article they write, or if you look at AmaryllisGardener’s Scots Talk page, which, as early as 2016, had users writing that their work “barely resembles the actual Scots language.” 

“I find it insulting that you would pass this off as our native language which you clearly don't speak,” the user wrote. “Again, as a native Scot and native speaker, no one where uses this site as it isn't close to resembling any Scots language. The language you use here is English with some changes in spelling and passing it off as the real deal harms the already derogatory view of Scots languages.”

To take one example, the user's first article on the Human Development Index describes the HDI as "a composite statistic o life expectancy, eddication, an income indices tae rank kintras intae fower tiers o human development." It's simply "a composite statistic of life expectancy, education, and income indices to rank countries into four tiers of human development." A quick translation of the English phrase to Scots gives us the same sentence as “staitistig co-mheasgaichte de dùil-beatha, foghlam agus clàran-amais teachd-a-steach gus dùthchannan a roinn ann an ceithir ìrean de leasachadh daonna.” There is no resemblance between Scots and whatever Amaryllis is writing. 

On a page about the movie Million Dollar Baby, AmaryllisGardener wrote “This film is aboot an unnerappreciatit boxin trainer.” This sort of language is repeated across all 23,000 articles they wrote, as well as in the articles they edited; because they are an admin of the site, they have the ability to control much of what ultimately stays on it.

"There is almost no difference from standard English and very few Scots words and forms are employed," the redditor added. "What they seem to have done is write out the article out in English, then look up each word individually using the Online Scots Dictionary (they mention this dictionary specifically on their talk page), then replace the English word with the first result, and if they couldn’t find a word, they just let it be.”

There is no indication that Amaryllis was attempting to do anything wrong, but their work has been damaging nonetheless. On their talk page, they wrote “If I had to do over I would've kept to more cleanup and just keeping the wiki up and running instead of writing articles, but I meant the best.”

This bizarre story highlights one of Wikipedia’s biggest problems. While there are lots of editors of major language Wikipedia editions such as English, Spanish, and German, there are many languages that have only a few editors, meaning that those editors have an outsized control over what actually ends up on the site. Administrators of those smaller Wikipedias are able to create the encyclopedia in their image, which can have huge ramifications.

For example, it was found a few years ago that an admin of Croatian Wikipedia was a Holocaust denier, and was inserting those views into Croatian Wikipedia articles. There was little anyone could do to stop them. Because Wikipedia ranks so highly on Google and has become seen as a trusted, neutral source of information, it is often used by machine learning researchers as a corpus to train languages on, and by ordinary people as a first entry point into a topic. 

The Reddit post goes on to argue that the damage done by Amaryllis may be more severe than anyone anticipates. Before all of this had even started, there was apparently a poor conception of the Scots language that stemmed directly from the state of its Wikipedia. As a result, "this person has possibly done more damage to the Scots language than anyone else in history." As a result of their "cultural vandalism," possible that many people think Scots is a "horribly mangled rendering of English" rather than a language of its own.

It's not clear what happens from here. Amaryllis is the main administrator of this Wikipedia and has been for over seven years. Some are proposing closing the entire Wikipedia while others want to simply scrub all of Amaryllis’ content. Another moderator—MJL—told people who had read the Reddit post that if Scots Wikipedia was closed, "it will never be reopened. There will never be a Scots Wikipedia in existence again. If you think that is what is best for the Scots language, then so be it." Others are still trying to defend Amaryllis, saying that the articles are simply in "non-standard Scots."

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[nicholasrossis]

You may recall that, even though I spend most of my time in Greece nowadays, I consider myself half-Scot after studying, working, and even starting my company, Istomedia, in Edinburgh.

Which is why I was so amused to hear on GeeksAreSexy.net about an Imgur user called whovianmuse, who recently posted some hilarious excerpts from the Scots language edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone Stane. Yes, this is a real book:

As the blurb explains,

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, o nummer fower, Privet Loan, were prood tae say that they were gey normal, thank ye awfie muckle. They were the lest fowk ye wid jalouse wid be taigled up wi onythin unco or ferlie, because they jist widnae hae onythin tae dae wi joukery packery like yon.

It must be good, too, judging by the reviews:

So I got the Scots edition of Philosopher’s Stone for Christmas this year and uh…yeah, I’m pretty sure this is hands down the best book I have ever or will ever own.

Some more pages from this brilliant edition:

Unfortunately, this is only available in paperback format just now. And even though I’m looking forward to the Kindle edition, I can’t wait for the audiobook one!

For more photos from the book, visit GeeksAreSexy.net. You can find the book on Amazon.

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