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The Language Of Flowers
Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal
Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success
Anemone: Vanishing hopes
Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck
Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction
Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth
Dahlia flower: Warnings and change
Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity
Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement
Gardenia: Symbol of secret love
Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity
Hyacinth: I'm sorry, please forgive me.
Iris: Eloquence
Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty
Lily of the valley: Return of happiness
Marigold: Passion and creativity
Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love
Peony: Happy marriage
Lavender: Love at first sight
Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion
White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm
Sunflower: Good luck and ambition
Tulip: Irresistible love
Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love
Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories
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miss me with that âweapon accuracyâ shit. im shooting everything. im laying down cover fire. im shooting the walls. im shooting my teammates. im shooting myself. my accuracy is 100% yall just dont know what im aiming at
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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (2011)
dir. Joe Johnston
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âWell, I doubt the god from space has to take an ibuprofen after a fightâ
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photos under my "dream home" board in pinterest.
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Sherlock Holmes - Kiss Me, Mr Detective
A/N - Season 1!Sherlock, the cutie. And friends to lovers. Two of my favourite things. I do not own Sherlock Holmes, the character, the universe, the adaptations or anything: this is a work of fiction set on the BBC adaptation of Sherlock. Did I still write 8.2k words (exactly) for it? Yes. I also donât own the song or the lyrics used within, and if you fancy it, listen to âKiss Meâ by Ed Sheeran while reading.
Warnings - Bad language. Mentions of murder and drug usage. Mild angst. Smut, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral m receiving, penetration, unprotected sex, so 18+.
Summary - After a fight with John leaves Sherlock feeling particularly down, he calls on the one person who is always there to support him. Only tonight, itâs different. Feelings come to a head, exploration ensues, but is this just a one time thing? That depends on whether she stays the nightâŚ
TO SHERLOCK, itâs just another normal day, whereas to John? Heâd rather not admit how regularly these awful days roll around. Sure, the case didnât go as well as it couldâve, and Sherlock admittedly couldâve made much more of an effort to comfort John after the apparent âheartbreakâ he endured. He just could not understand it. Why the hell was John so emotionally responsive to a case theyâd been on for less than twenty four hours which turned out to be a bust anyway?Â
âYou are absolutely unbelievable!âÂ
âPeople die every day, John. Youâve killed people, as have I. It isnât that great a surprise.â Sherlock deadpans, picking up his teacup, raising it to his lips, drawing a long sip from the warm liquid.Â
âOh, yeah, of course. The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.â John mocks. âDo you not even care that people are still dead despite the fact you solved the case?â
âTheyâd be dead either way,â he reiterates, âat least we got to them before they completely decomposed. Will me caring about them stop them from being dead? No, Dr Watson, it will not.â
âSherlock!â
âJohn!â He mimics.Â
John slams his hands down on the desk, shaking the wood and everything resting on it, surely sending the vibrations through the floor and notifying Mrs Hudson of their âdomesticâ as she so likes to call them. The buffalo even begins to swing. Johnâs tea is long forgotten, but Sherlockâs is keeping him grounded, calm, as John waggles his fist in Sherlockâs passive, blank face.Â
âYou-â he pauses, gulping down breath. âYou are a fucking machine, I canât even deal with you right now. How dare you be so cold hearted and untroubled by this. Youâre a disgrace.â
As if he hasnât heard that one before, Sherlock scoffs.Â
Placing his teacup back down with a clink, he stands, the darkness of the night, of the room, closing in on them both. Nights like these really are danger nights, any night John leaves him. Thatâs whatâs coming next, but there isnât a thing he knows to say or do to prevent the inevitable. Heâll simply just text Her instead, sheâll keep him grounded.Â
âWhy? Emotional context? Emotion, whether of ridicule, anger, or sorrow, whether raised at a puppet show, a funeral, or a battle, is your grandest of levellers. The man who would be always superior should be always apathetic.âÂ
With a huff like a bull, John viciously turns on his heel, blaspheming under his breath, cursing Sherlock out. He reaches for his coat and snatches it off the stand, slamming the door open.Â
âMACHINE.â John screams before pulling the door shut with a great slam, seething, the coat stand still rocking in his wake.Â
Johnâs footsteps thunder down the stairs, but before heâs even gone, Sherlockâs phone is withdrawn, and heâs tapping out a message.
Can you come over? Please? SH
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An Art Nouveau Villa in the South of France - Full Home Tour at THE NORDROOM
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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if youâre straight, you should be a supporter.
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