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A Beginner’s Guide to the Language of Flowers

The language of flowers is not a complicated code, and it isn’t intended to be a cryptograph. While composing sentence-long messages with floriography is possible, it is not particularly complex. For ease of reference, this guide is organized by meaning, not by flower. It includes bloom cycles, taxonomic names, pictures, and any other facts of interest such as typical clime or edible/medicinal uses.

This guide contains only European, North African and Eurasian flora (at least, I’m pretty sure. I may have fudged it up in some places).

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The language of flowers. 1865. Cover.

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Permission to Dance MV

"Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight!"

"There are tons of people who are just as good as me." - Seiji Amasawa

Why is it that everything good for you tastes so bad?

OT7 in “permission to dance” teaser  💛

I love these two idiots

Sometimes I think about how the acorn that Bilbo kept from Beorn’s is the acorn of an OAK tree, and how he intended to plant it in his garden at Bag End to tend to as it grew, giving life to his memories of the company, the quest, of Thorin.

Sometimes I think about how Bilbo would have always had an oak tree, to shield his home. That him writing his book was a healthy coping mechanism just as much as it was done out of desperation, to never let his friends, his lost ones, his Thorin, die. Death is not true until all that would remember you have forgotten, and Bilbo did not want to forget.

(oak tree acorns) 

Sometimes I think about Bilbo Baggins sitting in his study, looking out his little window into his garden, watching his oak tree bloom as the years went by. Following the leaves as they rustle in the wind, the whisper of Thorin’s voice carrying on it, “You’ve carried it all this way.”

I think about Bilbo Baggins, knowing that though he never could shared his home in Bag End with Thorin the way he once dreamt of, with his tree, and his book, Thorin had never left him, not really. 

I think about how Bilbo wanted to remember everything, the good, the bad. I think about the growing of this oaken tree in his home, as a metaphor for the burden of lost love, and the blessing to have ever felt it. As unconditional love and forgiveness, as gratitude and honor. Love as carrying a torch.

Yes, Bilbo Baggins carried it all this way. And he will never let it go.

For, as many songs have since sung, it was the Periannath, the Little People, dwellers in hillsides and meadows, that brought them deliverance.

TOLKIEN WEEK (2/2) – day 3. outfits

TOLKIEN WEEK Day 2 | Favorite Hero — Aragorn

TOLKIEN WEEK Day 10 | Free Choice — Favorite Wide Shots

TOLKIEN WEEK | Colours Abound (insp.)

TOLKIEN WEEK | Free Choice ➼ LOTR + types of love (insp.)

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind lockscreens as requested by anon

“I do believe in the power of story. I believe that stories have an important role to play in the formation of human beings, that they can stimulate, amaze and  i n s p i r e  their listeners. So I would like to make a film to tell children ‘it’s good to be alive’.” - HAYAO MIYAZAKI 

Howl’s Moving Castle + concept art brought to life

howl pendragon ✧ waiting for a star to fall (boy meets girl)

trying to catch your heart is like trying to catch a star.

happy birthday, meli! (@beekugou​) lots and lots of love and happy wishes to you on your special day!

I’m not powerless anymore!

Haikyuu!! + (＾ᵕ＾)

ponyo on the cliff ✧ in blues

dailyanime’s june creator prompt event ✧ colors

Will Newman(Cole Sprouse) x Reader-Hey Neighbor!

So I thought it would be pretty cool to do a Will Newman imagine/oneshot because there aren’t that many out there. We need to make more for this character since he’s newer.

Descripton: Y/N transfers to St. Grace hospital due to her having XP(Xeroderma Pigmentosum) and turns out she’s Will’s next door neighbor. 

Warnings: None

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(Y/N) 

I finally moved into my hospital room on September 14th, 2017 with my mother’s help of course. Looking around at my new room I’m glad to see that I have all my paintings, drawings, books, and electronics. My hospital bed consisted of (F/C) pillows and (S/F/C) blankets with (F/C) stripes making the room seem a little more vibrant.

Since my windows are tinted it makes my room seem gloomy so I have to have a couple lamps on at all times. “There finally all done with unpacking your stuff (Y/N),” I look over at my mom and smile, grateful that she helped me in the first place when I could have taken care of it myself. “thanks mom, what would I do without you,” I walk up to her and give her a hug, “You’d probably be so lonely.” I roll my eyes playfully and chuckle trying to be sarcastic, “Oh yeah mom, because I totally don’t have 4 other siblings that kept me company all the time.” She pulls away from the hug and playfully slaps my upper arm, “You shush your mouth.”

I laugh and put my arms up in a surrendering motion, “Okay, okay I give in,” before we could continue our fun a nurse walks in and smiles kindly at my mom and I. She had black curly hair that kind of turned into an afro, dark skin and brown eyes that seemed to sparkle at the sight of my room. “Hi, I’m Barb, and I’ll be the nurse that checks in on you from time to time and when more treatments are needed, I’m there to help.” I nod my head and smile at Barb, “Hi Barb, it’s nice to meet you I’m (Y/N), if you didn’t already know that. I can’t wait to settle in and get better if I can.”

." Barb smiles at me and then looks at my mom, “I promise you she is in safe hands here,” my mom smiles back at her, “Thank you.” Mom then turns to me and kisses my forehead, “Take care sweetheart, I promise I’ll come visit soon,” I nod my head as my response. “Okay, I love you,” before she walks out she turns back around, “I love you too.” After those words she left with me not knowing when I’d see her next. I turn towards the window of my room and remember it’s still dark out meaning I may be able to go out for a while.

“Umm Ms. Barb,” she was about to walk out of the room until I called her name, “Yes (Y/N)?” “May I go outside now? My mom usually lets me out when it’s dark and I have an alarm on my phone to make sure I come back on time before the suns up.” I look at her hopefully, hoping she’ll let me go out, “Of course you can sweetie, just if you’re late I’m going to set a curfew, do you understand?” I nod my head enthusiastically happy that I’m not going to be stuck in this hospital all the time. I hug Barb and jump up and down a little, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chuckles and hug’s me back but pulls away after a couple seconds.

 “Now go on before you run out of time,” I nod and walk out of my room feeling free until the smell of different medicines fill my nose. I ignore the smells knowing I’ll have to get used to them sometime soon and continue my way down the hallway into several different hallways to get outside. On my way out I look down a hallway and notice a pale young man, about 6’0 with short fluffy black hair and blue-green eyes. His clothes consisted of grey sweatpants and a loose white shirt that really brought out his eyes. After I wake myself up from my daze I notice he’s staring at me and he has a nasal cannula and it’s hooked to a small oxygen tank that’s in his satchel.

Immediately I began to become flustered by how cute he is and continue my way out the door not noticing that the boy followed me. “Hey, mystery girl,” I stop and turn to look at the raven-haired boy in curiosity, “Yes?” He smirks at me, “Were you just visiting someone?” I chuckle and shake my head, “Actually I’m a new resident here,” his smirk leaves his face and he smiles softly. 

“Well since you’re staying a while I minus well introduce myself, my name’s Will, Will Newman,” I smile and nod my head, “My name’s (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Will’s smirk returns, “That’s a beautiful name. So (Y/N) why are you leaving the hospital at almost 1 in the morning?” I look up at the night sky enjoying the sight of the stars, “Well, I wanted to take a walk and Barb said it was okay for me to do so, so here I am.” He nods and begins to walk back inside, “If you like you can join me,” he turns back to me with his breathtaking smirk, “Okay but be warned I’m highly dangerous.” He wiggles his eyebrows making me laugh, “Yeah you keep telling yourself that,” I turn away from him and begin walking down the road to a hill.

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Should I do a part 2?