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ibrithir-was-here · 3 months

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Rosemary is for Remembrance Part 5

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penquinlori · 3 months

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1/28/24

Fan art for The Eye of the Beholder and Rosemary Is For Remembrance a series of Dorian Gray sequel comics I am really enjoying by @ibrithir-was-here. Used John Singer Sargent’s paintings of Lord Dalhousie and Isabel Valle as references.

#john singer sargent #rosemary is for Remembrance #dorian gray #the picture of dorian gray #my art #fan art

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smbilodeau · 7 months

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Rosemary is for Remembrance

“Rosemary is for Remembrance” by S. Bilodeau

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was beautiful (so her father said,) and happy (so her mother said,) and scary scary smart (so everyone else said, but not to her parents.) If you asked her, her parents were God’s Peace and God’s Gift, but they just called each other Grace and John, and she called them Mama and Pop. Her name was Rosemary.

Now why her name was Rosemary, that’s a story. That’s this story.

Grace and John were college sweethearts. Grace had dated, but never loved. John had barely liked. But love, love they did when they met. There is nothing quite like the flame of first love. Fortunately for Grace and John, that flame didn’t burn them out, as it does so many others. Instead, it found its pace, mellowed, became a strength upon which to build a life.

So that’s what they did. They married, and John got a job. They found a place, and Grace made a home. They laughed, and loved, and built a life.

Built a life, and made a life. For there came the day that Grace told John that she was pregnant.

To say that they were happy is to say that breathing is good.

Preparations were made. A room turned into a nursery. Colors chosen, toys and clothes and the necessary accessories all acquired. Names were considered.

Names were considered, but none of them were Rosemary.

One day, as names were being considered, there was a knock at the door. John heard Grace answer. Heard her answer and cry out, rushed to her side, pulled her close to him.

Standing at the door was the most familiar stranger John had ever seen. It took him a moment to realize why she looked so familiar. She looked familiar because John saw her every time he looked at his wife. Saw her every time he looked in the mirror. The stranger had Grace’s dark hair, and eyes; had Grace’s button nose and loving smile; had his curls and hands and way of standing just slightly off-kilter.

“Hello, Mama. Hello, Pop.” the familiar stranger said, shyly. “My name is Rosemary. I’m your daughter.”

The story that followed was incredible. Unbelievable. But deep in their hearts, where Grace and John had loved another being into existence, they knew it was true.

This was Rosemary. Their child, their daughter. From the future, to try to prevent a cataclysm that had nearly wiped out humanity.

Their beautiful, happy, scary scary smart daughter had discovered a way to travel through time. She never mentioned the details of how. It might have been sheer mental ability. It might have been nanotechnology woven into the blue friendship bracelet she wore. It might have been a computer named Al in the future. How wasn’t important.

What was important was why. A crisis was approaching. Research that should never have taken place went off the rails. Unless something was done, humanity was going to be reduced to a handful of struggling enclaves, all of which were on the verge of failing completely. Night was going to descend, and might never lift again.

Rosemary convinced Grace and John of this, and told them of her plan. She would train her younger self in everything that she needed to know to prevent the crisis. To allow mankind to continue to bumble along in its own way, finding peace and enlightenment where it could.

So, it came to pass. Grace gave birth, and they named their new daughter Rosemary, at her own insistence. They raised her, and loved her more deeply than they loved even each other, for they recognized each other in her, and loved the joining of their two that made Rosemary uniquely her own.

And every few months, Rosemary would visit, and spend time with Rosemary. Grace and John would watch these visits, and wonder, and not quite understand. For when Rosemary talked to Rosemary, they used their own language, a liquid free-flowing spill of sounds that matched the bright and burning mind they knew she had.

Time passed. Grace and John relaxed into their life, and forgot its strangeness. They laughed, and loved, and lived their life with their three that was sometimes a four that was still, somehow, a three.

Time passed. The crisis arrived. And Rosemary, the future, nearly-present Rosemary, discovered a terrible truth. The cost of preventing the cataclysm? Her father’s life. For John had stepped in front of the bullet aimed at present Rosemary, the bullet that would have torn through her and destroyed the equipment that she had built to stop the cataclysm. Stepped in front of the bullet that would have ended up causing the cataclysm.

John stepped in front of Rosemary, and stopped the bullet, and died. Died with a smile, knowing he had saved his amazing daughter.

Future, nearly-present Rosemary went a little mad. What use of saving humanity if she lost her Pop? What use of being beautiful? How could she be happy? Why be scary scary smart?

In her grief, and her pain, scary scary smart Rosemary made a decision. Made her mad decision and put it into practice.

Rosemary went further back in time, to before her birth. Back to her parents’ college days. Used every iota of her scary scary smarts and broke up her parents before they got married. Broke them up and prevented her birth and the eventual creation of the cataclysm machine.

Grace married someone else. John, eventually, did the same. Grace had children, but not one a daughter. John helped raise a step-daughter, but had no children of his own. They laughed, but not with each other, and not as much. They lived, because Rosemary made sure of that. They built lives, but not together.

Not one that they remembered. Rosemary was still alive, however. Still alive, and still protecting. Now, she fights Rosemary’s War, keeping humanity from destroying itself throughout time. And when she has a moment, she returns to her parents, and nudges them a little closer. Helps them find each other again in later life. Find each other, and love each other. Helps them laugh, and love, and live a little of the life they could have had together.

Grace and John don’t know why, but when they feel a wind run fingers through their hair, when they feel a phantom kiss on their cheek, when they smell the scent of rosemary, they remember…something. Remember something and smile a little and love each other a little more.

Rosemary is beautiful and happy and scary scary smart. Rosemary is for remembrance.

Pray, love, remember.

#writing #time travel #rosemary is for remembrance

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knifeeater · 1 year

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funny we never see louis killing the twin. the last meal you think you’ll share with the husband you’re about to kill, in your coffin room, is the blood of twins, rosemary, castor & pollux, ‘and where are luke and john?’, one to watch and one to pray and two to bear my soul away.

#oh brother #funny indeed #rosemary is customarily thrown into graves to symbolize remembrance #it is also used in wedding ceremonies to stand for fidelity & longevity #:P #iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #ldpdl #louis du pointe du lac #knives

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unfoxmeart · 1 year

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Limb & Flower

Cont of my meat series. Leg of lamb, daisies, rosemary, primrose, marigold, dandelion, thistle.

#leg of lamb #meat and flowers #eye strain #body horror #traditional art #art #copic markers #copic multiliner #butchery #following victorian flower language this should mean:#rosemary (remembrance)#thistle (earthly sorrow/ misanthropy)#daisy (innocence)#primrose (childhood)#marigold (grief)#dandelion (endurance/ perseverance)#obvi many of these have several meanings #but those are the intended for this one #working on another one

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cataclysmet · 10 months

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It comes in waves(it always does)

Sometimes just the soft evening tide:

A hint of stillness and memory

A glimpse of something in the heavy winds

Twisting in my head

Some days it comes like a tsunami

Ferocious and frightening

Pulling my feet from under me

The weight

The gnawing cavernous longing

Pushing me under

Holding me down like hands around my neck

More often it rolls like a storm surf

Here for a time with rain and clouds

Then gone

But lingering like a bad smell

Flooding tide pools

Feeling like quicksand

I fall into one

And as soon as I free myself to peace and joy

I trip into another thought

Another whirl of smoke

Another sink to my knees

Another stone in my soul.

#depression journal #“there’s rosemary that’s for remembrances.”

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redhairedhobbit · 6 months

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Day 12 of @thegorgonist ‘s #mothtober and @marimo-art ‘s #maltober!

Oregon Cycnia Moth/ Memories. Rosemary for remembrance, of course!

#mothtober #maltober #october drawing challenge #Shakespeare #Shakespeare quote #rosemary for remembrance #Oregon Cycnia moth #moth #rosemary #memories

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quintessentialarts · 7 months

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Etsy | Facebook | Instagram

I redid this older style pendant with a little jade bead 💚

Salvia rosmarinus /Rosmarinus officinalis - Rosemary

Pure silver flower amulet, containing recycled silver ♻️

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guy60660 · 1 year

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Rosemary Remembrance Cake | Anzac Day | Nigella Lawson | James Merrell

#rosemary remembrance cake #anzac day #nigella lawson #James Merrill #design

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ibrithir-was-here · 3 months

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Rosemary is for Remembrance Part 2

Part 1

Part 3

#my art #Rosemary is for Remembrance #the picture of dorian gray #tpodg #basil hallward #henry wotton #lord henry wotton #dorian gray #comics #horror comics #victorian gothic #gothic fiction #gothic horror #tw blood #(gosh writing Wotton is aweful #I don’t know how Wilde could stand doing it)#oscar wilde #classic literature #classic horror

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zachariahforester · 2 years

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Remembrance

Time: 8th of May, 1904 Place: Royal Academy Summer Exhibition’s Vernissage Status: Closed for @rosemarytalbot

Zachariah was not exactly floundering in a sea of paintings, it was more like he was treading water. Years and years of comporting himself meant that he had not fallen apart entirely after his recent discoveries, and yet, much like treading water, it felt like only a matter of time before he sunk beneath the surface.

He wished he didn’t have to be here really, but his siblings had shown an interest and he was very keen to keep showing an interest in his siblings, especially Benny who was around here somewhere though he’d lost him in the crowd very early on. So he was hear, treading water.

Perhaps he could have kept it up for much longer if he hadn’t at that moment seen Lady Rosemary Talbot. She was exactly the opposite of the lifeboat he needed.

He locked eyes with her across the room. It was impossible to pretend they hadn’t seen each other, and so despite himself, he moved through the crowd towards her.

He couldn’t look away, he realised he hadn’t seen her, not properly, since before the Talbot scandal broke. By the time he reached her the art on the walls was largely forgotten.

“Lady Rosemary,” He nodded in greeting, oddly formal, considering everything. “I heard you were in Paris these last few months. I wasn’t sure-” when I’d see you again. “-if you’d be returning for the season."

#Rosemary Talbot #may 8 1904 #remembrance

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townofcadence · 3 days

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🌺 to Atlas from Vinny

Flower for your Muse

They think a long time, tapping a finger against their chin. Atlas makes a sound almost like a soft trill, and brings their hands together. Long, spindling fingers moved in the air in front of her, with nigh imperceptible movements. Their adjustments are precise, perfection, like untangling a game of cat's cradle where only she can see the strings. As their fingers move, light emanates between their hands, before taking shape. When they finish, a crown of flowers hangs delicately between their fingers, and they place it on Vincent's head with eyes curved as if in a smile.

The crown is purple and white, mainly. There is a heady herbaceous scent of rosemary, and their cool purple flowers are spindled through the crown. A few of their leaves poke through, though only on the outward side, so as not to irritate. Larger flowers, in a paler lavender shade of purple accompany the rosemary, with longer anthers and pretty, rounded leaves. The azaleas also bring in a more floral scent, and pair well in shade to balance against the darker, more saturated rosemary. They are twined with hanging flowers of heather, which bring a splash of warmer purples to pinks to the crown. Finally, accenting the other two flowers are sprigs of forget-me-nots, white ones in small clusters woven throughout.

She cups Vinny's cheek, pats them with affection, before having him do a small rotation. She claps when he finishes, beaming.

#answering things #ask meme answers #flower meme #ic atlas #vinny #Rosemary is Remembrance #Azalea is like-- fragility. paired with heather it means 'you will be cared for in your time of need'#forget me nots are just--- don't forget me xD #so the crown is basically 'i will protect you when you need it and i hope you will remember me'#i'll answer the rest of your flower asks tomorrow #it's too dark to reference my books easy xD

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fortrivmph · 24 days

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tag dump 3/?

#᛭ this above all ( haytham. )#᛭ rosemary for remembrance ( tiio. )#᛭ so excellent a king ( edward. )#᛭ with devotion's visage ( reginald. )#᛭ knavish speech in a fool's ear ( lee. )#᛭ a little more than kin ( connor. )#᛭ grapple them to thy soul ( colonial rite. )#᛭ a concord of sweet sounds ( audio. )#᛭ take him for all in all ( holden. )#᛭ and less than kind ( jenny. )

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thesundowncrew · 4 months

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what flavor is your soul?

SAMHAIN: rosemary 🌿

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you’ve watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I’d be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn’t set yourself on f i r e to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don’t be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else’s nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

Taken from: @hearthtales

#;headcanon (Samhain)#i saw this and i needed to do it and when i got this answer for Sammy i SCREAMED #rosemary is a herb associated with cleansing negative energies and remembrance #but also this description!!! its so accurate i love it!!!

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cataclysmet · 4 months

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“I think we grew up believing that loving someone more than they love us is a weakness”

The phone call wasn’t meant to make us cry, but there it was, the tightening in my nose. “We grew up seeing mom care more and pop basically torturing her for it.”

A pause on the line, loaded with thought, then a quiet acquiescence: “yeah, that’s exactly it.”

“You know, after months of hurting myself and dark dark thoughts, I finally came to the conclusion that loving more is not something I should feel ashamed about. It wasn’t my fault anything ended, and I could rest easy knowing that I loved in the best way I knew how. And even though that love wasn’t reciprocated, it still didn’t change the fact that I did my best.”

It’s strange how different people who share the same genetics and the same general childhood are…how different and how so damn similar.

#letters to myself #first songs #memories & heartbreak #“there’s rosemary that’s for remembrances.”

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faorism · 2 months

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a wyllstarion hanahaki companion to yesterday's wyll week post. i think wylls bouquet would be set within the romancing astarion route, before araj, with them kinda being all ""casual"" but wyll absolutely head over heels for astarion. astarions begins after, when he's trying to figure out what they are to one another now that a new vulnerability has been opened between them.

i had some extra time today, so i was able to be a little more detailed with some extra flowers. also i got emotional thinking about how much i love wyll and am making astarion express it on my behalf. again, a bouquet somewhat untraditional for a romantic relationship featuring:

rosemary for remembrance (which astarion has been coughing up the moment he began losing his memory so 200 years...)

two kinds of snowdrops that are easy to mistake for one another: galanthus reginae-olgae for resilience and perseverance, and galanthus ikariae for beginnings and new birth

chamomile for patience

freenas for trust and lasting friendship, and note that the flowers are specifically mature blossoms in order to indicate a deep connection already built

and finally jonquil for longing, desire, and the plea please love me

#astarion #wyllstarion #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bloodpact #faorism fanart

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