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lavender-at-heart · 11 months
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Y’all think Jake gets the sword in the music video because he “wields his guitar like a rock and roll sword” or whatever Josh said?
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PC: I found them on Pinterest so I’m not sure who to credit the first picture too, so if it’s y’all’s let me know!
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lavender-at-heart · 11 months
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A Prayer for Aphrodite’s Guidance
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O gracious Goddess, born beautifully of the sea, loving Aphrodite, hear my prayer.
As I walk my path of life I listen for your guidance.
I ask that you aid me in allowing my heart to navigate the waters, keeping Beauty as my sail and Love as my compass.
When the waters should churn and a storm should cross the seas,
Help love to remain with me, and I can overcome any adversity.
When my chest grows warm and the sunlight bounces off the water, sparkling like your watchful eyes, I will know that your Love has guided me.
I cherish your patient guidance as I learn to love myself, and walk with Love each day.
Thank you for giving me the tools to navigate my path, and empowering to me emulate the divine Love that you bear.
When I feel lost please help me remember what you have taught me, what you have graciously given me, and allow me to bask in your glory.
My heart is yours and I open it to you, for your Love will heal and guide.
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lavender-at-heart · 11 months
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Tears of Rain
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I. Introduction(kind of)
II. Chapter one - Meet the Birthday Girl
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Tears of Rain-Ch.I
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Pairing: Josh Kiszka x fem!oc
Chapter Summary: meet the birthday girl
Series masterlist:
Warnings: talks of depression.
Notes: this whole series will be inspired by The Virgin Suicides, Im not ok with this, Coraline and Twilight. Sort of melancholic good old fashioned novella. Also this is a oc story but she won't be described a lot especially in these early chapters so u can sorta read it as x reader if you'd prefer it.
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Today is my birthday.
The saddest and happiest day of every girl's year. I dont really want to think about that right now though. I can hear a crow cawing from outside my window as my mind stirs awake. Staring back at my yellowing ceiling I breathe silently for a few minutes before pushing up and put of bed. The old oak floors creak with life as I pad my way to the bathroom. I wash my face with ice cold water and rub my eyes of sleep. The reflection that stares back at me is dusty and dull. I don't really recognize it as myself, I know it's me but it seems to be faded, blurred.
I can hear my sister shuffling around downstairs clammering pots and pans together. I brush out my hair and don't do much else to my appearance, I doubt I'd have enough energy to do anything more.
I take the extremely short trip from my loft, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Oh close your eyes!" She shouts and covers the plate she prepared with her hands; she guards it as if it's the lost city of Atlantis. I press my hand to my eyes and I hear more shuffling and the the click of a lighter. She then pushes me into the bar stool at the small kitchen island. "OK, open."
In front of me was a stack of five huge pancakes. There were small flowers on the top that had been messily made with butter,whipped cream and frosting. In the centre was a bright pink candle and beside the plate was a tall glass of milk.
"Oh... you shouldn't have. Thank you." I smile as much as I can and give her a hug. We then gorge on our pancakes.
"I hope you know I didn't just make you pancakes, I got you something else but you'll just have to wait!" She tells me with the kind of happiness one can only get from being an older sister. "Also I hate to say It but I have to go into town today, but we can hang out later. Promise."
"Sure"
She kisses me on the forehead and just like that I hear the door click and I am alone. I go upstairs and change into a simple white dress, it's smooth and could also double as a nightgown if you were a fancy old lady. As I sit at my vanity I can't help but melt into a puddle of tears. I should be happy today. I want to be happy today. A million different movie scenes of girls blowing out candles with their friends and eating cake play like a slow projection in my brain. I lift my head from where it laid in my arms and look at the photos that I had tapped to the mirror. One of my mother on her honeymoon, she looks ethereal. Another of me, my sister, and my father, it is from two birthdays ago. I have gotten used to not having a mother for my birthdays but this is only the seccond one without a father. I decide that today I will try, try and be happy.
After a downpour of sobs I remember that it is not the weekend and I have work to do. So I wipe my tears and slowly meander out the door and onto the little path that leads from our cottage to the main property. Before heading out I grabbed my gardening tools and a basket. It takes an forty-five minutes to even get into town so I know I have a healthy amount of time to work before my sister gets back. I don't mind the work, it distracts me. I trim the weeds in the garden, clean dirt off the statues, water the plants and forage some mushrooms to take home.
Usually I would stay away from the house unless I had work to do inside but missus Foster, the previous owner, died a few months ago and now it lies empty. It's up for sale and so it's up to me and Sally to get it looking nicer than ever. Today I find myself pushing one of the side doors open and begin my wander through the mansion.
I love the house, most people find it creepy what with all the old furniture and long history. I find it comforting, it feels alive. I just hope that whoever buys it doesn't immediately bulldoze the property and send me and Sally packing. After everything we've lost, this house is the only thing that has stayed perfectly still. I climb the long carpeted stairs that stand elegantly in the foyer. I walk through long corridors while humming a sad sort of tune. I don't know what song it is, but it suddenly popped in my head. I stop at a dark red door and turn the metal handle. Inside is Mrs.Foster and Mr.Foster's old bedroom. In it is a grand four poster bed with burgundy duvets and a shiny gold chandelier hangs above. I gravitate towards the old trunk, in it lies what I'm looking for. I open the brass clasps and shield my face away from the smell of dust that exudes from the chest. I dig my hands through tissue paper, clothing, boxes and bags. I dig to the very bottom and strain my fingers to grasp something smooth and rounded. I pull out a old jewlery tin, it's made of blue velvet and sprinkled on it are metal and diamond stars, with one large star on the top. I open it and am met with more blue velvet and a old silver locket. It's small but bigger and heavier than most lockets and the chain is delicate but long. I slowly lift the cold metal up and carefully observe it. It is oval and has a swirled pattern around it with a old looking cross in the centre; the colouration is not as shinny as it once was, after all it is over 200 years old. The clasp takes some force to open and I try my best to be careful. Inside on one of the two pannels is a painted portrait of an eye.
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"Mrs.foster what's this?" My tiny hands grasp the tin and bobble over to missus Foster at her desk.
"Oh that? Now come here missy and I'll tell you" her soft aged hands lift me up and place me on her lap. She opens the tin and takes out the locket, opens the the locket. I "ooo" at the sight: a single emerald eye encompassed by pale skin and a raven eyebrow. "This is the first Mrs.Foster, her name was Amelia and she's the one the built this house." She spoke as if she was a mythical legend, and I was surprised to find that the late Mr.Foster looked exactly like (at least their eyes) the old Mrs.Foster.
"But why her eye only?" It was a bizarre idea to me, to only paint ones eye and not the whole face. "Its a lovers eye dear. Couples would have a painting made of eachothers eyes and wear them as brooches to signify that their were in a relationship."
"Oh how romantic! I want one when I fall in love. And Mrs.Foster has such a pretty eye, I wish mine was like that."
Mrs.Foster chuckles and smoothes a hand over my hair. "Tell you what, when your older you can have this locket and Amelia's eye. Only When your older."
"How much older?" I ask with a pout.
"Not much older" she reassured
To me, not much older meant a few weeks and definitely not years.
I gleefully jump and excitedly dream of the day she would give it to me.
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Looking now at the eye, it hasn't changed one bit. At this point I have completely given up on the idea of ever finding someone to have a Lovers Eye with but I'm contempt enough with having Mr.Foster's. Her eye will guide me, like a compass I think. I clasp the chain around my neck and let it dangle on my chest. I close the locket as to not damage the painting.
I hum my way back home and begin making a soup from the mushrooms I picked. Don't worry- I know their not poisonous; when I was little my favorite things were mushrooms. My father bought me a whole encyclopedia on them. After making the soup I eat it in silence, wash up and make sure there are leftovers for Sally. I climb the steps to my room, and plumet onto my mattress. I sink into it and pull the covers over my eye. I lie there and lie there and lie there. It must have been at least an hour.
"Hey! I'm home!" The door shuts and I wince at the thought of having to get up.
"I got strawberries, bread, candles and soap...oh and socks and lip balm!" She shouts. After not hearing a reply she bounds up the stairs and comes to kneel beside me.
"Oh honey, are you not feeling well?" She asks and I'm not quite sure if she means physically or mentally.
"I'm fine" I hush out. She then climbs into bed and gives me a hug.
"I know birthdays are hard, they are for me too, let's not spend yours moping about." She clings to me tight and I don't react.
"Besidessssss, I got your favorite dinner." That makes me smile a little.
"OK fine. But only becuase your so nice."
Before she can jump her way back downstairs she stops.
"Hey! Is that the locket?"
"Sure is." I touch my fingers to it and hold it up so she can have a look.
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I'm not as happy as I should be but my gloom seems to have dissipated slightly. As if the downcast of grief has stopped to a drizzle. We sit on the brown leather couch downstairs next to the old wood burning furnace and eat our dinner. Beautifully handmade kaiserschmarrn, the way my grandmother made. It's warm and comforting and acts as a dinner and desert. On the TV plays our favorite movie: the 1954 classic Sabrina starring Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart. That film always made me feel special. I always felt a kinship to Sabrina, like her and I were on the outside sitting up in our tree watching the rest of the world be lovley. Sally sits right next to me: pigtails tie her shoulder length hair back and her feet are propped up on the coffee table. She yawns and leans her head in the crook my neck. At one point she gets up to put the dishes away and comes back with a small lavender colored bag.
"Happy birthday!" She says as she skips over to me and rejoins me on the couch. I take it from her, pull away the small blotch of tissue paper and take out the present. It's a cardboard rectangle and attached and six gorgeous hair clips. They are made of metal and are the kind that I've seen in antique shops. On each of them is a beautiful sparkly metal butterfly and on some of them were thin strings of crystals fastened to the point where the butterfly meets the clip. There were two of each colour: lavender purple, sunset orange and sage green.
"Thank you. Really, they're beautiful. I love them." I awed and pressed my palm to my heart.
"I saw them in the market and thought of you. I know it isn't much though."
"Its more than enough. I'll wear them every day."
We kept talking for a little longer but I started to feel the haziness seep back into my psyche. We say our goodnights and I make my way upstairs. I change from my nightgown-like dress and into my real nightgown, it's cotton and somehow even less detailed than the previous dress. I put the locket back in the tin, which I have placed on my bedside table. In the bathroom ajacent to my bed, I wash my face and brush out my hair with my boar bristle brush. I stare back at my tooth brush and contemplat whether or not I have the will to brush my teeth. I decide to, becuase it is my birthday after all. With that thought I grab the metal tin of Nivea cream from under the sink and aply it to my skin liberally. I sigh and turn on the turn table on the desk next to the bathroom door. The record playing is Al Bowly's Greatest Hits, it comforts me in the night. Crawling into bed I flick on the stained glass lamp that hangs directly above my bed. I shut my eyes but my thoughts are too rampant to rest. Tomorrow it won't be my birthday and life will stay the same. I wish I could have had a party, but how would I? The two close friends I do have are studying abroad, I write them letters from time to time. And I haven't been close to my extended family for a couple of years- since the funeral. Eventually the mix of crickets and the gentle hum of "Midnight the Stars and You" lull me to rest and I dream of nothing but white doves and sparkly butterflies.
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Thank you for reading! I really do appreciate it. I was thinking of making a tag list for this series but I'm not sure if anyone would want to be on it so comment or dm if you would want to be on it.
Take care of yourself!
Love, Cece
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lavender-at-heart · 11 months
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hello, dearest! love the blog aesthetic first of all. second, i would love to request headcanons of dating octavius (night at the museum) and being one of the wax figures at the museum?
please include things like:
dates
how do they deal with the more than noticeable size difference?
just some cute fluffy stuff
love language(s)
possibly other people's reactions
YESS OMG HAHAHA OFC ILL DO THIS <3
Dates :
There's not a lot to do given your stuck in the museum but you get can creative
Whale watching
Star gazing
Hang out on the roof
Watching YouTube videos
Dancing
Dancing
More dancing
Learning how to dj
Reading
Teaching eachother your culture's history
Size difference:
I mean yeah that's a tough one
It will be a pain sometimes for sure
Your always afraid to hurt him, step on him, ect.
At first he definitely made a big deal out of it and was scared of you
But in a 'behold the mighty god/goddess' way not a 'gigantor' way
Fluff:
There are some cool perks to the whole size difference
You can carry him on your shoulder or in your hand
He'll gift you tiny little presents
Like a oil jar the size of a thimble
You made him his own little bed and blanket( like thumbellina)
He'll often compare you to the Roman gods
Compare your hair to Venus', strength like Mars, and brains like Minerva.
Every night before the sun comes up he prays to Jupiter and asks for you to be kept safe, happy and lovley
Sometimes you'll change into more Roaman clothes or style your hair in a roman way (if u have long hair) just to see what he'll think
Love languages:
I feel like his are probably words of affirmation and acts of service
He spends time writing you poetry or declaring his feelings, he's quite good at making speeches you know.
When words fail him he acts, he is a general after all
If someone else hurts or upsets you he runs straight for the catapults
You've had to talk him off that ledge many times
Others reactions:
Jed is miffed, who are you to steal his best buddy?
But after that dust settles he goes full wingman mode he hypes Octavius up, gets him ready for dates, ect.
Larry thinks it's weird, cute and adorable, but weird.
Teddy loves it, he's all for people finding love
Sacagawea is similar but you two talk about it a lot more. Asking for dating tips and overall bonding over having found love in the museum.
Ahkmenrah is your wingman and let's you borrow some of his jewlery for dates or parties
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Tears of Rain•°♡
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Hi there! So I'm going to be starting a short series, as of right now I haven't mapped pit much so I'm just going to go with the flow. I've been very inspired by Jane Austen, Teilight and The Virgin Suicides. That being said it will deal with mental health issues, nothing too dark but overall depressed girly finding happiness in Josh. K that's all for now luv u xoxo.
Here's a little intro blurby thing I wrote;
I am drowning in an ocean. I can't feel myself as I sink deeper into the cold water. My eyes are dulling and my breaths have no weight. I spend my days in this endless hole. I wait for the sun to pull me out of my despair, and one day, he does.
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lavender-at-heart · 11 months
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𝔾ℝ𝔼𝕋𝔸 𝕍𝔸ℕ 𝔽𝕃𝔼𝔼𝕋 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
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𝕁𝕠𝕤𝕙 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕫𝕜𝕒:
~☆Tears of Rain(series)☆~
𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕫𝕜𝕒:
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𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕘𝕟𝕖𝕣:
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The Virgin Suicides dir. Sophia Coppola
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Lana del Rey & Greta Van Fleet wallpaper
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lavender-at-heart · 1 year
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Born to Die collage 😤💓
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lavender-at-heart · 1 year
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I just finished Elvis and Me by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley and oml it is so good! Highly recommend to any of the elvis girlies. Also I suggest the audio book becuase you can her it from Cillas voice and it's just so amazingly emotional. The last few chapters made me cry sm 🤧. I love how she shows the good the bad and the ugly but makes it clear that this book is to show what a great person he was and how much she loved him.
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Also her with her little camera>
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lavender-at-heart · 1 year
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♡ °𝑀𝑦 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠•♡
•Priscilla Presley •
•Christine Daee•
•Born To Die•
•Lizzy Grant•
♡•𝑀𝑦 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠°♡
• Born to Die •
•♡𝑀𝑦 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠°♡
•Lana and Greta•
• Cilla Presley •
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