#octave gardener

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[peaceinthestorm]

Octave-Denis-Victor Guillonet (1872-1967, French) ~ The Artist's Wife Seated in Their Garden, 1923

[Source: LotSearch]

[majestativa]

Madness! This love was a part of me, like my own flesh; it had taken the place of my blood and marrow; it possessed me entirely; it was I.

— OCTAVE MIRBEAU ⚜️ The Torture Garden, transl. by Alvah Bessie, (2007)

[floral-art-prints]

Garden and henhouse at Octave Mirbeau's, Les Damps, 1892. by Camille Pissarro

[nicklloydnow]

“"You can see that the Chinese, who are accused of being barbarians, are, to the contrary, more civilized than we; for they are grounded deeper in the logic of life and the harmony of nature! They do not consider the act of love a shameful thing that should be hidden. To the contrary, they glorify it, hymning all the gestures and caresses; just like the ancients, moreover, for whom the sexual organ, far from being an object of infamy and an image of impurity, was a God! You see how all Occidental art loses by the fact that the magnificent expressions of love have been denied it. With us, eroticism is poor, stupid and frigid. It is always presented in ambiguous attitudes of sin, while here it preserves all its vital scope, all its passionate poetry and the stupendous pulse of all nature. But you are only a European lover . . . a poor, timid, chilly little soul, in whom Catholicism has stupidly inculcated a fear of nature and a hatred of love. It has warped and perverted the sense of life in you."

"Dear Clara," I objected, "is it really natural for you to seek sensuality in decomposition, and urge your desires to greater heights by horrible spectacles of suffering and death? Isn't that, to the contrary, a perversion of that nature whose cult you invoke, in order perhaps to excuse whatever criminal and monstrous qualities your sensuality involves?"

"No!" said Clara, quickly, "since love and death are the same thing! And since decomposition is the eternal resurrection of life . . . Look—" Suddenly she interrupted herself, and said:

"How provoking that you don't understand anything! How is it you don't feel it? How is it you haven't already felt that it is—I don't even say by love, but by the heightened sensuality which is the perfection of love that all the intellectual faculties of man awaken and become more acute? And it's by this sensuality alone that you attain the full development of personality. Look! In the act of love, have you ever thought, for instance, of committing a beautiful crime? That is to say, lifting yourself above social prejudices and all the laws—above everything, in fact? And if you haven't thought of it, then why do you bother making love?"

"I haven't the strength to argue," I stammered, "and it seems to me we are walking in a nightmare. This sun . . . this crowd . . . these smells . . . and your eyes—ah, your torturous and lustful eyes—and your voice . . . and your penchant for crime . . . all that terrifies me, and it's all driving me mad!"

Clara gave a little mocking laugh.

"Poor little pet!" she sighed, comically. "You won't say that tonight, when you're in my arms . . . and when I love you!"” - Octave Mirbeau, ‘The Torture Garden’ (1899) [p. 143 - 145]

[m-o-ustafa92]

ولد كاميل بيزارو عام ١٨٣٠ وهو فنان دانمركي-فرنسي ينتمي للإنطباعية والإنطباعية الجديدة، في جزيرة القديس توماس. تكمن أهميته في مساهماته للإنطباعية وما بعد الإنطباعية كلتاهما. فقط انظر إلى لوحة اليوم!

في سبتمبر ١٨٩٢ زار بيزارو البيت الريفي لأوكتاف ميرابو في ليه دامب، الموجود في منطقة أور في شمال فرنسا. كان ميرابو، وهو روائي، وكاتب مسرحي، وناقد فني مرموق معروف بخبرته في الإنطباعية، صديقاً مقرباً لبيزارو. تشارك الإثنان في شغفهما بكلود مونيه وانغمسوا بشدة في الحركة الأناركية، التي أثرت بشدة على تعبيراتهم الإبداعية في الفن والأدب.

خلال أسبوعين إقامة، رسم بيزارو أربع لوحات لتصور حديقة ميرابو، وهو موضوع عادة ما تناقش فيه مع مونيه، وهو صديقه الفنان والمتحمس للبستنة الحديثة. تمكنت لوحات بيزارو من تصوير جمال الأزهار المورقة تحت الضوء الناعم لوقت ما بعد الظهيرة الخريفي. إن التكوينات التي تتفجر بدرجات ألوان الأحمر، الوردي، الزهري، الأصفر، والبرتقالي على خلفية من الأخضريات، تعكس إحساساً بالنمو الوفير، حيث أوشكت البنايات البشرية مثل التعريشة وحظيرة الدجاج على الإختفاء خلف النباتات المنتشرة بقوة. يدعو مسار ضيق زهري الصبغة المشاهدين لدخول المشهد، بصرياً ومجازياً.

ملحوظة: يتم أحياناً التغاضي عن بيزارو عند الحديث عن الإنطباعية. لكن هذا غير منصف! في الحقيقة، فإن بيزارو هو الفنان الوحيد الذي عرض أعماله في كل معارض الإنطباعية الثمانية وكان بمثابة نموذج أبوي للمجموعة.

Garden and Henhouse at Octave Mirbeau's, Les Damps

Camille Pissarro

1892

[thetorturegardener]

Let’s mfing go

[eyeodyssey-reblogs-stuff]

The Garden of Torment (1976) - Christian Gion

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[richardanarchist]

Garden and Henhouse at Octave Mirbeau's, Les Damps

Camille Pissarro

[gf2bellamy]

Okay okay so hear me out:

How about an established Spencer x fem!bau!reader where everyone already knows that they’re dating and the bau are at a wedding - maybe it’s for a case, maybe they were invited by a colleague like Anderson or something - and reader accidentally catches the bouquet during the bouquet toss which leads to the bau teasing her and Spencer?

bouquet — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mostly penelope teasing them , established relationship a/n: hi hi ! hope you like this <3 also i loved loved writing this

You didn’t want to be standing there. Honestly, you’d tried to avoid it. But Penelope Garcia had other plans.

The moment the bouquet toss was announced, she’d grabbed your arm with surprising strength and dragged you to the edge of the dance floor, positioning you firmly among the small crowd of women.

You’d protested, of course, but Garcia had just grinned and said, “Oh, honey, you’re not getting out of this. It’s tradition!”

Now, you stood there reluctantly, arms crossed over your chest, as Anderson’s (now) wife, Clarissa, turned her back to the group, bouquet in hand.

You glanced over your shoulder, searching for an escape route, but Garcia was standing behind you, blocking any chance of a quick exit.

Spencer was nearby, standing a few feet away with his hands in his pockets. He caught your eye and gave you a small, sympathetic smile, clearly amused.

You shot him a look that said, Help me, but he just shrugged, his grin widening.

“I don’t wanna do this,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to draw attention from the other women around you.

Spencer chuckled softly. “I think she’s about to throw it,” he said, his tone teasing. “You might want to brace yourself.”

You groaned, turning back just in time to see Clarissa swing the bouquet over her shoulder. The crowd of women around you surged forward, arms outstretched, but you stayed rooted to the spot, hoping the bouquet would sail right past you.

No such luck.

The bouquet seemed to move in slow motion, arcing gracefully through the air before landing squarely in your hands. You stared down at it, stunned.

The crowd erupted into applause, and Garcia’s voice rose above the noise, loud and gleeful. “Oh my god! You caught it!” she squealed, grabbing your arm and practically jumping up and down like she’d just won the lottery. “This is huge! Do you know what this means?!”

You blinked, still holding the bouquet like it was a live grenade. “I… I didn’t even try to catch it,” you said, your voice faint with disbelief.

Spencer, who had been standing a few feet away, now stepped closer, a grin spreading across his face. “Congratulations,” he said, his tone light but teasing. “Looks like you’re next.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, holding the bouquet out toward Garcia. “Here,” you said, your voice firm. “This is for you.”

Garcia shook her head so aggressively it was a miracle her glasses stayed on. “Oh no, no, no,” she said, her tone adamant. “That’s yours. You caught it fair and square. And you know what that means? It means I get to plan your wedding!”

You stared at her, your eyes widening in horror. “Penelope,” you said, your voice rising an octave. “No. Absolutely not.”

But Garcia was already off and running, her imagination clearly in overdrive. “Oh, I’m already picturing it,” she said, her hands gesturing wildly as if she were painting the scene in the air. “A spring wedding, obviously. Outdoor ceremony, maybe by a lake? Or a garden! Oh, and the flowers—we’ll need lots of flowers. Pastel colors, of course. And the dress! Oh, the dress! I’m thinking something elegant but timeless—”

“Penelope!” you interrupted, your voice shrill as you tried to stop her before she could plan the entire event down to the napkin colors.

But it was too late. The rest of the BAU team had started to gather around, drawn by Garcia’s enthusiastic rambling.

Derek was the first to chime in, his trademark smirk firmly in place. “Spring wedding, huh?” he said, his tone teasing. “I like it. But you gotta let me be the best man, Reid. No arguments.”

Rossi, who had been quietly observing the scene, spoke up. “If you’re taking suggestions, I recommend a vineyard. Classy, romantic, and plenty of good wine.”

Spencer, meanwhile, was standing beside you, his cheeks tinged with pink and the tips of his ears turning red.

“Uh…” he said, his voice hesitant as he glanced at you. “I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves here.”

Garcia waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense!” she said, her tone breezy. “This is the perfect time to start planning. Weddings don’t just happen overnight, you know. There’s venues to book, dresses to try on, cakes to taste—”

“Penelope,” you said again, your voice firm this time. “We are not planning a wedding. I caught a bouquet. That’s it. End of story.”

But Garcia, as always, was undeterred. She just kept right on blabbering, her hands gesturing wildly as she painted a vivid picture of what she deemed the “perfect wedding.”

“Oh, but just imagine it!” she gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You two standing under a floral arch, the sun setting behind you, the perfect spring breeze—”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as the rest of the team listened.

Derek was leaning casually against a nearby table, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold, while JJ and Rossi exchanged knowing looks, clearly enjoying the chaos.

You glanced up at Spencer, who was standing beside you, his face red up to the tips of his ears and his neck flushed with embarrassment.

He had a hand on your lower back, his touch warm as he pulled you closer. “Work is going to be so much fun after this,” he mumbled into your ear, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

“Totally,” you replied, chuckling dryly as you met his eyes. “Can’t wait for the daily reminders.”

Before you could say anything else, Garcia’s voice cut through the air again. “Oh! We need to get you to pose at your wedding like that!” she exclaimed, pointing at the two of you with a dramatic flourish. “So natural, so romantic!”

Both of you stared back at her, your expressions a mix of disbelief and mild horror.

“Okay, I want cake,” you announced abruptly, deciding that the best course of action was to simply remove yourself from the situation.

You turned on your heel, still clutching the bouquet in one hand, and grabbed Spencer’s hand with the other, leading him away from the group.

You plopped down into your seat at your assigned table with a dramatic sigh, setting the bouquet down on the table.

Spencer hooked his foot around the leg of your wooden chair, pulling it closer until your knees were touching.

“Penelope is so enthusiastic,” you sighed loudly, leaning forward in your chair as you looked at him. Your hand reached up almost instinctively, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. “Like, way too enthusiastic.”

Spencer chuckled softly, his gaze warm as he watched you. “She sure is,” he mumbled, his voice fond but tinged with amusement. His eyes lingered on yours for a moment before he glanced away, his cheeks tinged with pink.

There was a pause.

Then, almost as if the words had slipped out before he could stop them, Spencer said, “A spring wedding sounds nice.”

He spoke quickly, his voice barely above a whisper, and immediately averted his eyes, as if he were afraid of your reaction.

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching into a smile as you stared at him. “Oh, really?” you said, your tone teasing but soft.

Spencer’s eyes flicked back to yours.

“I mean,” he said, his voice hesitant but sincere, “if we’re talking hypothetically… spring is a nice time of year. Not too hot, not too cold. And the flowers… well, they’re already taken care of.” He gestured vaguely to the bouquet on the table, his lips quirking into a small, self-conscious smile.

You laughed and leaned in closer to him. “Hypothetically, huh?” you said, your tone playful. “You’ve really thought this through.”

Spencer’s cheeks flushed, and he looked down at his hands, which were fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve been… planning anything,” he said, his voice quiet. “But if we’re just… talking…”

You smiled, your heart swelling. “Well,” you said, your voice soft, “if we’re just talking… I think a spring wedding sounds lovely.”

Spencer’s eyes met yours again, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. You could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice just as quiet. “But let’s not tell Penelope. She’ll have the whole thing planned by Monday.”

Spencer laughed and leaned in closer to you. “Deal,” he said, his tone light and sincere. “But just so you know… I’d be okay with it. If it ever… you know… stopped being hypothetical.”

You smiled, your heart skipping a beat at his words. “Good to know,” you said, your voice soft.

[peaceinthestorm]

Octave Denis Victor Guillonnet (1872-1967) ~ Lady Seated in a Sunlit Garden, n/d

[Source: bonhams.com]

[majestativa]

And I came back to her, like an assassin returns to the very scene of his crime.

— OCTAVE MIRBEAU ⚜️ The Torture Garden, transl. by Alvah Bessie, (2007)

[anglbnny]

You bouta have ALL my babies ♡ Multiple blue lock

.ᐟcw: suggestive, mentions of doing it, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy stupidness

Isagi Yoichi

He FREEZES. Like mid-bite of his sandwich, just blinking at you. You casually go, “Yeah... I’m marrying you. You’re about to have all my babies.” Isagi short-circuits. “HUH?!”

Face bright red, ears burning, sandwich forgotten. “B-Babies?! Now?! You can’t just— I mean—” He fidgets, rubbing the back of his neck, flustered but clearly thinking about it way too seriously now.

Later that night, he hugs you way too tight while mumbling, "…wouldn't mind though. You’d look really cute pregnant..."

Shidou Ryusei

You say it once, and this man immediately pulls you into his lap. Grinning all sharp and wide, eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh? Is that right, princess?"

You can feel how excited he instantly gets against you. "Then c'mere," he whispers against your neck, voice low and rough. "Let's get started on that army, huh? Hope you’re ready to be walking funny tomorrow."

He’s so serious about it you have to literally scramble away before he acts on it immediately.

Alexis Ness

You say it so casually while he’s fixing his hair. And poor Ness just short-circuits. Goes beet red and drops his comb. "Wh-what?! Babies?! Marrying?! U-Uh—uhm!!"

He frantically tries to fix his hair again even though his hands are shaking.

Would 100% start nervously rambling about how he needs to start planning everything— "Where would we live? Would you want a pet too? O-Or a garden? Maybe we could—!"

You just giggle while he’s literally spiraling, thinking about your entire married life together. "you're so cute, baby!" you squeal, hugging him

Rin Itoshi

You’re chilling together, scrolling through your phone, and you just casually mumble, "Yeah, I’m marrying you. You’re gonna give me all your babies." Rin CHOKES on his water. Then glares at you, cheeks tinted pink.

"Shut up," he grumbles—but he can’t meet your eyes and the tips of his ears are bright red.

Later, when you're dozing off on the couch, he whispers, “.. 's not like I'd mind...” and presses a kiss to your temple.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser would smirk like the cockiest mf alive. "Really, princess? Can't blame you, schatz." He’d grab your chin gently and make you look at him. "All my babies, hm?"

He says it mockingly, but the way his voice drops an octave... you KNOW he's taking it seriously. He’d lean in real close and whisper against your lips, "If you want it that bad... I'll fill you up right now, hübsches Mädchen." (You’re not escaping without getting absolutely ruined.)

Sae Itoshi

You say it after he does something mundane—like handing you your favorite snack without being asked, or casually fixing your computer like it was nothing. You're half-joking, dramatic on purpose. But Sae freezes mid-step. "…What?"

You grin. “You ‘bout to have all my babies, Sae. I’m locking this down.” He stares at you like you’ve grown another head. Then scoffs, shaking his head. “…Tch. You’re annoying.” But the tips of his ears are red.

Later, when you're curled up next to him watching a movie, he mumbles under his breath, “You’d probably look good with my babies…”

(He thinks about it for days. And suddenly starts pulling out less. )

Bachira Meguru

You say it while he’s being cute. Like handing you your favorite hoodie or offering you a weird snack combo only he would think of. You go full dramatic “Meguru. I’m marrying you. You’re about to have ALL my babies.” He gasps, eyes sparkling.

“All of them?! Even the chaos goblin ones??” Then he tackles you onto the couch, giggling.

"You really wanna be stuck with me forever, huh~?"

Later, he doodles a lil stick-figure family on your arm with hearts and writes “Future Bachira babies” in Sharpie.

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A/n: This made me giggle, lol

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[nicklloydnow]

“But that morning the actual sight of Ceylon caused me great anguish—and more than anguish—terror. What I caught a glimpse of over there beyond the waves, which were then the color of forget-me-not, was not a territory, not a port, nor the burning curiosity of everything that stirs the ultimately lifted veil of the unknown in man. It was the brutal summons to evil life, the return to my forsaken instincts, the bitter and desolating reawakening of all which, during the crossing, had slumbered in me, and which I had thought dead! It was something more distressing, of which I had never dreamed, and which it was impossible for me not only to understand, but even conceive of its possible reality: the end of the prodigious dream which Clara's love had been for me. For the first time, a woman held me. I was her slave; I desired none but her; I wanted none but her. Nothing any longer existed outside or beyond her. Instead of extinguishing the fire of my love, every day possession fanned its flame. I descended further into the burning gulf of her desire each time, and every day I realized more strongly that my entire life would be exhausted seeking to reach its bottom! How could I accept the fact that, after having been conquered—soul, body and brain—by this irrevocable, indissoluble and martyrizing love, I would have to immediately give it up? Madness! This love was a part of me, like my own flesh; it had taken the place of my blood and marrow; it possessed me entirely; it was I! To separate me from it meant to separate me from myself; it meant to kill me. Worse still! It meant the extravagant nightmare that my head was in Ceylon, my foe in China, separated by abysses of ocean, and that I would continue to live in these two stumps which could never be reunited! That the very next day I would no longer possess those swooning eyes, those devouring lips, the nightly renewed miracle of that body with its divine contours and savage embraces; and, after long spasms as powerful as sin and as deep as death, that naïve stammering, those little laughs, those little tears, those languid little songs of a child or a bird—was it possible! And I would lose all that was more necessary for breathing than my lungs; more necessary for thinking than my brain; more necessary for nourishing my veins with warm blood than my heart! Impossible! I belonged to Clara like the coal belongs to the fire which devours and consumes it. Both to her and me, a separation had seemed so inconceivable and so insanely fantastic, so totally contrary to the laws of nature and life, that we had never spoken of it. The evening before, our communing hearts had thought of nothing—and without even mentioning it—but the eternity of the voyage, as though the ship which bore us on might carry us thus forever, and never, never arrive anywhere. For to arrive somewhere means to die!” - Octave Mirbeau, ‘The Torture Garden’ (1899) [p. 107, 108]

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