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animals in medieval armor

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𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 .

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Ludlow Castle

Anchor threads ; start & finish: 24/04 - 05/05.

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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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I am making so many “hey mutuals!” posts but this one is serious and it applies to everyone who sees this post actually. PLEASE REBLOG.

I just had to block someone with this flag as their pfp -

For those who don’t know, this is the MAP pride flag. This flag represents pedophiles.

Please reblog so people know that they are not welcome anywhere. Mutuals I BETTER see y’all reblogging this

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— a failed bet trope (kind of) with johnny

had this idea in my mind ever since anon asked me about what tropes i would write for 141 so here we are. bet trope.. kinda. it was originally supposed to be with simon but i tweaked it a bit and gave it to johnny :-)

“i bet you fifty dollars that you won’t be able to do it.”

she slides a fifty dollar bill onto the table, patting it twice with a wide grin. “come on!”

you eye the bill with disdain, looking back up at her and shaking your head.

“i’m not talking to that man.”

your friend rolls her eyes with feigned annoyance, pulling another fifty out. she slaps it on top of the original bill, making your drinks and platter of food shake.

“a hundred dollars.” she cocks her head over to the man - the one she is betting that you won’t be able to go over and hold a conversation with - the one who’s surrounded by three other men as intimidating.

“just go say hi and ask for his number, easy peasy. the worst he can say is no.”

you shake your head again, dread filling your face.

“i can think of.. about five hundred other things he could say that would ruin my life.”

she slaps another bill on top, totaling it to two-hundred dollars.

“two-hundred. go get his number and i’ll double it. you need some dick, maybe it’ll make you less… miserable.”

“i’m not miserable!” you retort, your tone displaying disbelief at her strong-willed attempt to play matchmaker for you.

four-hundred dollars just for you to get his number. well, one of their numbers. but your friend is particularly set on you getting the number of the biggest guy there. he’s with a small group of three other men who look like they’re all done with people’s shit—and you’re not looking to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

you sigh, biting your lips together as you think.

“okay, how about this. i’ll get anyone else’s number in this bar, just not th-”

“nope, has to be one of them.” she reiterates, tapping the small stack of bills on the table. “come on, they’re the hottest guys in here. like i said, you need-”

“dick—yeah, yeah, i get it.” you finish her sentence for her, rolling your eyes. she laughs and nods, sitting back in the chair of the booth with a playful shrug.

“go gettem. i’ll be watching.”

with steps far from deliberate and enthusiastic, you’re walking over to the group, rehearsing your words and wanting the earth to collapse at this very moment.

‘hey, can i get your number?’

‘hey, my friend bet me four-hundred dollars that i won’t be able to get your number, so please help me out here.’

‘number, now.’

‘if your phone number turned into money, how much money would you have?’

‘just give me a number to a restaurant—it just has to be a number, plea—’

“—can we help ye?” your train of thought is cut off by the baritone of the man with a mohawk. you’re brought back into reality, feeling four pairs of eyes staring at you like you’re taking their time up.

“oh.. um,” you start, it’s too quiet to where the man has to lean in a bit - making you back up with embarrassment. “i need his number.” you point to the biggest guy there, the one in a black hood, the one who’s practically radiating an energy that makes you not want to fuck around and find out.

the man with a mohawk—a really nice one, now that you’re looking at it so close, has a smile etched with confusion on his face. “him?” he gestures to the taller man you pointed at, and you want to yank your hair out because that guy doesn’t even seem fazed.

suddenly, your regret triples and your stomach sinks to the ground. you wish you could rewind time and go back to when you were still protesting to your friend. taking a deep breath, you catch yourself and try to smooth the wrinkles of the situation.

“yeah.. i’m sorry, this is really stupid. my friend is just-”

“why don’t i give you mine?”

words and apologies continue to spill out of your lips and you haven’t even realized what he’s said until a few seconds later. and like that, you lose yourself again.

“—four-hundred dollars, and i- wait, what?”

“my number. i’ll give you mine.”

“are you serious?”

“aye, what’s the harm?”

he seems so casual about the fact that you’re doing this for a bet, and the three other men with him have gone back to paying attention to their drinks (not that the one you had originally asked for was paying attention in the first place..).

“you can just give me the number to your favorite restaurant or someth-”

his accent heavies as he shakes his head and insists, fishing for his phone in his jacket. “no, i want ta give you my number.”

oh.. okay. that’s fine. this is good. at least he’s interested (definitely for a fucked up reason because you don’t know why anyone would still be interested in this when you came with intentions of getting that four-hundred dollars).

he’s looking at you, wondering why you haven’t gotten your phone out yet, and you fumble around for your phone, not having expected it to get this far. your friend’s squeal of joy can be heard and you mentally prepare yourself for the million ‘i told you so’s you’ll receive when you return.

he thumbs his number into your phone, and you do the same into his. when you’re done exchanging numbers, he pats your shoulder with a smile on his face. his hand is big on your shoulder, sending you into a further daze.

“send me a call when you can, yeah?”

you nod, biting your cheek as you turn around and beeline back to your table where your friend is probably more than eager to give you those four-hundred dollars now.

the realization that he hadn’t given you his name or vice-versa almost makes you turn back around, but you take a look at the new contact in your phone, and your brain makes a memory of this man’s name.

‘johnny’.

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Price sketches

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Some 22 and 09 angst doodles

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They’re watching Gaz beat Soap’s record (again)

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peepaw Price that has the deepest meow and purrs like a car engine that can be felt and heard from miles away

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Light On

Simon Riley masterlist

Simon has a new neighbor. His new neighbor has a baby.

Simon Riley/female reader Single mom, neighbors fic. Fics are listed in chronological order

Simon discovers something unexpected Simon realizes where you live Simon gives you a hand Simon comes over for dinner Simon eavesdrops Simon spends time in the garden Simon helps you out last minute Simon gets a phone call

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Captain John Price ➝ Call of Duty MWIII | Multiplayer Trailer

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Taskforce 141 | Modern Warfare III (2023)

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"Frozen Tundra" | Modern Warfare III (2023)

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idk why this has been plaguing my mind for like 2 weeks it must be the vibes ig but i Had to draw it