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faguscarolinensis · 2 months

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Hyacinthus orientalis / Garden Hyacinth at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

#Hyacinthus orientalis #Hyacinthus #Hyacinth #Garden Hyacinth #Common hyacinth #Dutch hyacinth #Flowers #Nature photography #photographers on tumblr #Sarah P. Duke Gardens #Duke Gardens #Duke University #Durham #Durham NC #North Carolina

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thebotanicalarcade · 1 year

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Madeleine Françoise Basseporte and her circle, 1701-1780, Double Hyacinth (Hyacinthus orientalis) (left). Purple cress (Cardamine douglassii) (right), ca. 1750. Watercolor over pencil on vellum.

#Madeleine Françoise Basseporte #double hyacinth #Hyacinthus orientalis #purple cress #Cardamine douglassii #watercolor #limestone bittercress #common hyacinth #garden hyacinth #Dutch hyacinth #scientific illustration #botanical drawing #botanical illustration #botany #floral drawing #floral illustration #scientific drawing #watercolor flowers #watercolor floral

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huariqueje · 2 months

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Blue grapes bulbs - Jan van der Kooi , 2020 .

Dutch , b. 1957 -

Oil on panel , 15 x 15 cm.

#Jan van der Kooi #dutch artist #potted bulbs #grape hyacinth bulbs #blue muscari bulbs

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joannamariemidwestliving · 2 years

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Keeping Up Appearances

#Seinfeld #hyacinth bucket #keeping up appearances #dutch royal family #queen elizabeth ll #jubilee

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alexdehaas · 2 months

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Hallucinating hyacinths. Ruigeweg, village of Burgerbrug, The Netherlands. by Alex de Haas

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wildbeautifuldamned · 2 months

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Vintage Dutch Delft Ceramic, Papiermolen Flour Mill & Tulips, Holland Wood Frame ebay christie2015

#dutch #TILE #HYACINTH #windmill #farm #house

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vintagehomecollection · 2 years

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An oil painting by Arthur Weeks and the shimmering iridescent hues of the linen window treatment echo colors of the cottage cutting garden beyond the dining room doors. Eighteenth-century Dutch chairs slipcovered in hyacinth blue surround the glass dining table.

Southern Interiors, 1988

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #interior design #home decor #80s #dining room #glass table #floral arrangements #porcelain #French doors #parsons chair #painting #classical #French #southern #style #home

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newtonsheffield · 7 months

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May we please get a Spicy Sunday 🌶 from Take A Deep Breath? I'm so excited for this one, the Good Girls vibes are just so strong, I already love them. Can we maybe see Kate reassuring Anthony if indeed he has the same self-esteem issues as GG Anthony. (I'm also a sucker for fighting and making up scenes, if that tickles your fancy anymore.)

Anonymous asked: Hi Molly! I hope you are well 🥰 I was wondering if we could have a Take a Deep Breath spicy Sunday today?? 🌝😈🌶️

Well, I got to remember what the Dutch National Anthem sounds like so… exciting.

I think that’s why I like these two so much as well. The Good Girls Vibe. The way I love that Kate and Anthony, and these are the same. Anthony’s kind of brash and he’s never seen out of a muscle tee and ripped jeans and he constantly smells a little bit like sweat and a very spicy cologne and Kate’s just… very attracted to him. Even though she probably shouldn’t be. Because she’s not going to get what she wants from him and she’s only setting herself up for disappointment. And Anthony thinks he’s probably not good for Kate, or not good enough.

But they find their groove eventually

Kate tried not to stare at Anthony through the window of his shop. She didn’t need to stare at him. A person didn’t need to stare at their own boyfriend did they? Not if that boyfriend walked through their flat completely naked, stood in the kitchen with not a stitch of clothing on while he cooked breakfast.

Edwina had been caught out more than once when she’d burst through the front door, ready for their usual trip to the flower market only to let out a squawk of indignation.

“Anthony! Jesus!”

Anthony blinked as he sat on the stool, unembarrassed, “What?”

Edwina sighed, “I can’t be certain but you’re leaving ball prints on Kate’s kitchen stool.”

He shrugged, “Kate likes me naked.”

Kate chuckled, his shirt hanging on her frame as she kissed his cheek, “You could maybe put on some pants when we have company.”

Anthony pointed his spoon at Edwina, “She’s your sister, she’s not company.”

“Kate, can we just go please?!” Edwina snapped. “Anthony’s penis is just… I can feel it staring at me.”

She should have been immune to him by now, surely. The number of times she’d felt his muscles flex under her hands and watched his lips form her name as he fell apart for her, because of her. She shouldn’t feel her cheeks get warm when Anthony winked at her, sat at her parent’s table and she shouldn’t be staring at him now.

His dark hair was caught under a cap and his muscles flexed as he removed his gloves, rolling his eyes at something his brother said, shaking his head. He was so handsome that it made her breath caught in her chest even as she turned to shove more flowers in the van.

“You need to get a grip.” Kate hissed at herself, as she put the arrangements in the van. “You’ve been dating him for six months, and he’s probably going to ask you to move in soon and he’s only… completely fucking, insanely hot.”

“Well, well, well,” Anthony’s voice burst onto the street seconds after the bell jingled and his customer left. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Kate felt her lips curve as she straightened and turned towards him, “I could say the same.”

Anthony grinned, leaping down from the top step and landing right in front of her. His arm shot out around her waist and tugged her against his chest and she felt her cheeks flush. “You are so beautiful.”

She brushed her lips against his, “You look Handsome.”

“Yeah I decided finally to put some clothes on.”

Kate groaned as she pushed back from him, “I have to go on my deliveries.”

Anthony tugged her back and she inhaled the smell of him, slightly sweaty and the spicy smell of him mixed with her shampoo. “Well, luckily for you, my afternoon’s done and I can’t stay in there and listen to Ben thinking he’s in love with Hyacinth’s teacher, Miss Beckett.” He shut the door for her and climbed into the driver’s set. “He can’t let me just have one thing to himself. I’m a wife guy and now he has to be.”

Kate climbed into the passenger seat. “I’m not your wife.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “You know you’re my girl.”

His hand was warm on her thigh as he pulled into traffic and it stayed there all afternoon. She could hardly pay attention to anything, with his fingers tracing a pattern on her skin. She could hardly get the correct arrangements out at the right address, she might not have were it not for Anthony who grinned at everyone

“Flowers! We’ve got Flowers!”

Kate watched their eyes widen in surprise as they took Anthony in, their fingers intertwined and Kate’s distracted manner. The scent of him hung in the air of the van and he leaned in towards her, brushing his lips against her cheek.

She felt so warm, so drawn to the easy way he laughed and leaned against the car door, plucking a flower from a bouquet and handing it to her.

“Take a left.”

Anthony blinked, “Are we getting a snack?”

“You can have a snack if you want.”

Anthony gasped as he pulled into the alley behind their shops, “Kate, are you offering me… a sexy snack?”

“I am offering you a sexy snack.”

As soon as the car pulled to a stop, Anthony practically leapt on her. Their lips crashed together and the soft fabric of his T-shirt crumpled in her hands as she pulled him closer to her, desperate for the feel of his chest against hers.

It was messy and awkward as she swallowed the sounds that rose in his throat, happy and content. She could feel the heat rising between them as his hand slid further up the skirt of her dress, further and further, the soft skin of his hand warm against her as the other tugged at the neckline of her dress. The fabric of his jeans was rough under her fingers as she tugged at the button.

Anthony let out a chuckle and his teeth nipped at her neck, “That’s awfully eager if I’m getting a snack in first.”

Kate shoved him back into his seat and his hat fell into the back as his head knocked against the headrest. His hands were tight on her hips as he pulled her onto his lap and her chest felt tight as his lips fell to her neck again. “You can eat me out later, Babe.”

“Is that a promise?” He was looking at her with so much love, and excitement and a hundred other things as the windows fogged around them.

“Sure.” She gasped, catching his lips again, tangling her tongue slowly with his and in those moments it was so hard to imagine she’d thought they’d never be together. They seemed so inevitable now.

Anthony groaned as her hips rocked against him, his eyes fluttering closed at the friction, “Okay, I… I don’t have a condom and I know you’re on a break from-”

“Don’t care.” She gasped, “I really really don’t care.”

Anthony’s tongue flicked against her thumb that had somehow made its way to the side of his mouth and he sucked gently forcing heat to course through her body even faster. His hands guided her against him, keeping the slow rhythm building between them and his hips snapped up joining them together.

It was hurried and desperate and Anthony’s lips swallowed the gasp of his name that fell from her lips. One of her hands slid to his hair and she felt his gasp against her skin as her other hand slid up his shirt. He shivered against her touch as they moved together and the van rocked side to side and they were so close she could feel his heart beating right under her hands.

Anthony’s hair was sweaty under her fingers and his cheeks flushed, his eyes screwed shut as his chest heaved, “Fuck, I love you, Kate.”

The sound that fell from her lips was almost a purr as she nodded, tension coiling tightly in the pit of her stomach. Her breaths stuttered in her chest and their rhythm was short and sharp and nearly punishing as they raced to the finish.

It seemed to hang in the air for a moment as though time stood still in the moment before they both fell. As though they were dangling on the edge of a cliff. And finally, they fell apart.

Kate felt Anthony shudder against her ad she forced herself to keep her eyes open to see the content look on his face.

“Holy Fuck.” Anthony laughed, catching her lips again, “I can’t believe I ever thought you were such a good girl.”

Kate patted his cheek, “Obviously you just bring it out in me.”

Thud Thud Thud

They both startled at the sound of someone banging on the windscreen and Kate could barely make Edwina out, her hand covering her eyes.

“KATE STOP FUCKING IN THIS VAN I MEAN IT!”

#take a deep breath and jump (then fall)#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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profesionalpartyguest · 24 days

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URL Song Tag 🎶

tagged by @celestialspritz (tyy diva miss u) P - Paparazzi by Lady Gaga R - Ready to Die by Andrew D.K O - Oops, I Did it Again by Britney Spears! F - Feel it by Lapyx E - Erotic Electronic by Slayyyter S - Save you from the Streets by Chase Icon I - Infatuation by Christina Aguilera O - Only Love Can Save Us Now by Kesha N - Nine one one by Britney Spears A - A Star for Nick by Lana Del Rey L - Life on Mars? by David Bowie P - Prisoner by Mariah Carey A - Aint' No Big Deal by Madonna R - Run by Sandie Shaw T - Triumph of a heart by Bjork Y - Yummy by Gwen Stefani G - Ghetto Love by Spinnerette U - un(CUNT)fotable by Ayesha Erotica E - Eat it Right (aka Not Tonight) by Lil Kim S - Synthetic by Ayesha Erotica (literally if frutiger aero was a song) T - The von dutch remix by Charli XCX, Addison Rae & A.G Cook tagging @elden-hicks @fleabuki @unidentifiedsimmer @sims2junkie @e-neillan @nonsensical-pixels @fwaldorf @nak4yuta @evignonita @i07jeuu @socialbunny @gvaudoiin-tricou @hyacinth-sims @microscotch and whoever else wants to do this

#ramblings

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kaitropoli · 3 months

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"Louise-Marie de Bourbon, dite Mademoiselle de Tours; La fillette aux bulles de savon"

By Pierre Mignard

Oil Painting, 1681.

Château de Versailles.

PORTRAIT SUBJECT

La fillette aux bulles de savon, or the commonly found English title, Girl Blowing Soap Bubbles, is a portrait of innocence during the Franco-Dutch War.

The child shown is Louise-Marie de Bourbon, the daughter of the Sun King, Louis XIV, and his Maîtresse-en-titre, Françoise-Athénaïs de Rochechouart (Madame de Montespan). I'm sorry, I don't know why they popped off with the names like that when they're planning to reuse Marie and Louis fifty times over ptdr. Louise-Marie, affectionately known as Toutou, was an illegitimate birth (1674), later legitimized by her father when she was around two years old. She held the title of Mademoiselle de Tours from then until her untimely death in 1681.

According to sources, Mignard's painting of the six-year-old girl was finished posthumously. But, her innocence is held delicately, frozen in time on canvas.

THEMES OF CHILDHOOD INNOCENCE (TL;DR: YAPANESE)

Mignard's choice to paint Louise-Marie as an actual child was uncommon for the time (even centuries later, believe it or not; maybe not so good examples, but for argument-sake: Louis XV by Hyacinthe Rigaud, Mariana Victoria of Spain by Nicolas de Largillierre, Phillip II, Duke of Orléans, Reagent of France by Largillierre, and Élisabeth Charlotte d'Orléans, "Mademoiselle de Chartres" by Largillierre -- apologies for throwing you strays, man, I'm trying to finish writing this and your children portraits were on the same website next to each other x), as young royalty are painted either as babies (unbreeched/baptize gown) or as tiny adults (fixed in uncomfortable poses and wearing clothes a monarch would), no in between. Here, Louise-Marie is playing with bubbles, her dog jumping towards it, and she looks carefree, still with chubby cheeks of rose. It doesn't help much that children were seen as heirs to the family fortune, especially during a time when parents had multiple kids due to illness (premature death) and bringing in income (need I explain more... *cough cough* coal mines... a bit anachronistic, sorry breaker boys, some other time we'll discuss y'all).

A painting such as this one, showing a realistic human experience from a royal status and that of a child BEING a child, innocence still intact, is quite important, even in today's form. We take childhood for granted, and kids are forced to grow up despite having more rights now than before. It can be a portrait to remind us that innocence is vital (a lack of childhood is detrimental as the experience is needed in order to mature mentally and emotionally when entering the teen and adult stages of life), but also that we as humans weren't so different from back then (sure, you can claim we bathe more than they do despite your husband still not washing his ass, but my heavens, did the thought 'wait, they had bubbles back then' ever occur to you?).

Genuinely, I was going to pull a La Muse Verte (the post where I briefly explained the history of absinthe) and go into the history of bubbles... because you gotta admit, that'd be fun for the both of us. However, delving into the background and theme of this painting became more heartbreaking for me. The bubble idea isn't gone, but it'll be postponed as a full history lesson post (and, yes, Mignard's painting of the immortalized Toutou will be recycled).

FURTHER READING (EXTRA SYMBOLISTIC DETAIL)

Plenty more symbolism is present, but I highly recommend you all check out L'Art en Tête's in-depth article on Mignard's beautiful portrait. I did regurgitate some of the author's points in this because I thought they were brilliant, and you can tell they have an art-history degree, so I'm begging you to go over there for more detail if interested!

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faguscarolinensis · 2 months

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Hyacinthus orientalis / Garden Hyacinth at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

#Hyacinthus orientalis #Hyacinthus #Garden Hyacinth #Common hyacinth #Dutch hyacinth #Hyacinth #Flowers #Nature photography #photographers on tumblr #Sarah P. Duke Gardens #Duke Gardens #Duke University #Durham #Durham NC #North Carolina

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tragedykery · 1 year

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[ID: fifteen photographs of flowers from the keukenhof, a flower garden in the netherlands. the photos are organised vaguely by colour. most flowers are tulips or hyacinths, and most are arranged in flowerbeds. one photo is of hyacinths arranged in such a way they look like miffy/nijntje, a rabbit from dutch children’s books, and another photo is of potted orchids in unnatural colours. /end ID]

went to the keukenhof yesterday :)

#these are. not nearly all the pics #elli rambles #aes #flowers #I fuckign love. flowers

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huariqueje · 1 year

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Wild Hyacinths - Joke Frima , 2007.

Dutch , b . 1952 -

Oil on linen, 50 x 70 cm.

#Joke Frima #dutch artist #early spring landscape #wild hyacinths

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not-sure-what-im-feeling · 26 days

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Do you grow any flowers

Have you ever made a flower crown

Favorite and least favorite flower just tell me more abt flowers pls(?)

My family and I tend to (try to) grow lilies of all sorts, lupin, heather, poppies, and an array of wildflowers.

I have made flower crowns before, using two different techniques that I would be happy to share if you wanted. I've made a few daisy crowns but I've made more of dandelions (because we have more of them here!)

Favourite flower is either hyacinths or narcissus, and I don't have a least favourite! I love all flowers, really, even weeds like dandelions.

Additional flower things (because you have given me a space to talk about them so I will):

Daisies are an invasive species where I live!

I really like the wild rose, Alberta's provincial flower

Roses mean very different things in floriography depending on colour. For example, a red rose means romantic love, but a yellow rose means friendship.

My two favourite flowers have meanings in floriography based on my favourite Greek myths. Can you tell why they're my favourites?

To add to the last point, hyacinths are from the myth of Hyacinthus and Apollo, and narcissus (common name: daffodil) are from the myth of Narcissus! Btw Narcissus deserved better and fuck Aphrodite for that one thing in particular

Fun fact: the hyacinth that we know today was likely not the flower that Hyacinthus turned into in the actual myth. I don't know how it's described in common interpretations, but it isn't really the flower we know now.

Canada's 150th anniversary was also celebrated with a white tulip with red accents called a "maple leaf tulip"

To thank Canada for sheltering their princess in World War 2, the Dutch royal family sent Canada 100,000 tulips in 1945. That's a lot of fucking tulips.

The tulip mania! That was a thing that happened and something that I would totally write a (maybe video) essay on! It really started in 1634, and ended in 1637. Tulips became extremely desirable and thus expensive, causing what was effectively mass hysteria over them.

#asks #ask #flowers #floriography #can you tell I like flowers i don't hide it its pretty obvious lol

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lunasilvis · 3 days

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Damp grassy, overcast spring mornings remind me of being younger playing in my late grandfather's (2nd husband to my grandmother, my mom's stepfather) greenhouse. As a kid this was the most fun ever: he had this large plot of at least 1 hectare, growing the prettiest peonies + hyacinths I'd get happily lost in.

He was a very rigid, sullen man, internalizing everything, including his rough life during WWII, while secretly longing for love + friendship. A traditional Dutch farmer who couldn't go anywhere without his wooden clogs lol. But up to this day his flowers are still the most beautiful I have ever seen

#personal #He also had a jack russel terrier called Jackie lol. what can I say he was a simple man #maybe he should had created a tumblr #be embarrassing here + ventilate your thoughts to therapeutically work through your stuff

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lunar-star-child · 4 days

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Proper intro:

Name: Lunar (changes with kinshifts)

Kins/Fictotypes:

- Lamb (Cult of the Lamb)

- Blitz (Helluva Boss)

- Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

- Zestial (Hazbin Hotel)

- Bonnie (Fnaf 1/2)

- Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

- Scrimshaw (Billie Bust Up)

- Lunar, obv (TSBS)

Kin/Theriotypes:

- Wolf/Werewolf

- Ice Dragon

- Raccoon

- Hyacinth Macaw

Age: 18 (bodily)

Sexuality: Aromantic, Asexual, Gay, Fictosexual

Bonus - F/Os: Fantoccio and Dutch (Billie Bust Up), Rocky Rickaby (Lackadaisy), Stolas (Helluva Boss)... maybe Gemini?

Bonus - relationship style: Ambiamorous

Gender: Agender/Nonbinary, transmasc/demiboy

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Any Neos (bonus points for star themed ones)

ND: Autism, ADHD

Sourcemates I'm looking for: Clauneck, Monch, Stolas, Loona, Moxxie, Millie, Fizzarolli, Cherri Bomb, Husk, Sun, Moon, Solar, Earth, Gemini/Castor and/or Pollux, Monty (TSBS specific)

I'm open to any sourcemates though, less comfortable about doubles

I am also an age regressor (sfw/nsfw) and a furry (sfw) ^^

DNI: Below 16, radqueer, antikins, homophobes, transphobes, racists, sexists, christians, p*dos

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