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I just found out that these two official arts are actually related
#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bsd official art#port mafia#armed detective agency#atsushi nakajima#ranpo edogawa#kyoka izumi#dazai osamu#kunikida doppo#mori ogai#chuuya nakahara#akutagawa ryuunosuke#elise#they all look so soft and peaceful#even mori wtf#chuuya and aku inspecting red leaves are so cute#look at them#ada is the spring#pm is the autumn#so cool#the pm almost looks like a family
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keep going into the world, bird,
startle the sad spring air with the whirring of your wings
“Bird Bound for a Good World” by Ada Limón
#poetry#ada limón#ada limon#poem#lit scraps#quotes#literature#us poet laureate#american poetry#sharks in the rivers#milkweed editions#spring#springtime#birds#bird#nature#nature poetry
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Pro-shippers who are in the Resident Evil fandom are so valid, that franchise was made for us and has been a home for us far longer than the puritans have existed!
Keep doing your thing, whether its writing fanfics, sharing headcanons, or drawing fanart etc etc, all of your contributions to the fandom are beautiful and very much welcome, and you are allowed to post those in the main/character tags!
Don't let a tiny number of ignorant loud mouths try and tell you otherwise or try to discourage you! Just block them, ignore them, and keep doing your thing creating beautiful stuff!
#leon s kennedy#ada wong#albert wesker#william birkin#chris redfield#claire redfield#resident evil#biohazard#spring says
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I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately. I’ve been needing all of the beautiful words.
1. Jessica Q. Stark -Hungry Poem with Laughter coming from an Unknown Source
2. Ada Limón- Bright Dead Things
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#poems#poetry#ada limón#poetry recs#poemsaboutlove#daily poems#love#beautiful#coffee and books#books and coffee#read#reader#booksarelife#booksbooksandmorebooks#read this#spring#flowers
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Spy Losers: Round Two A
#max otto von stierlitz#shima renzou#ada wong#elizabeth jennings#curt mega#alex totally spies#alec trevelyan#chuck bartowski#seventeen moments of spring#resident evil#the americans fx#blue exorcist#spies are forever#totally spies#james bond#chuck#spy tournament#tumblr polls#character tournament
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Fine then, I'll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf unfurling like a fist, I'll take it all.
More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor's
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of spring rains, it's the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world's baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I'll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist, I'll take it all.
— Ada Limón, Instructions on Not Giving Up from The Carrying, 2018 (Milkweed Editions, August 14, 2014) (via Wait - What?)
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Sharks in the rivers, Ada Limón
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lilacs are in bloom!!
#spring is such a blessing#simply after a ten minute walk you are ecstatic you see all the world in bloom#but as ada limon says its the greening of the trees that really gets to me#i stopped at least fifteen times or so just to look at the trees such a win
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instructions on not giving up by ada limón
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instructions on not giving up, ada limón
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"More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor's
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it's the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the worlds baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I'll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I'll take it all."
Ada Limon
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Ketua Divisi Pelatihan untuk saniwa baru dari Pemerintah Waktu, sekaligus penanggung jawab dari Enomoto Setsuna, Nakaharu Sakuya (ft. dua kinji setia, Namazuo Toushirou & Nikkari Aoe)
[ lovely art by @.aka72216 on twt <3 ]
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A whole day without speaking,
rain, then sun, then rain again,
a few plants in the ground, newbie
leaves tucked in black soil, and I think
I’m good at this, this being alone
in the world, the watching of things
grow, this older me, the one in
comfortable shoes and no time
for dishes, the one who spent
an hour trying to figure out a bird
with a three-note descending call
is just a sparrow. What would I even
do with a kid here? Teach her
to plant, watch her like I do
the lettuce leaves, tenderly, place
her palms in the earth, part her
dark hair like planting a seed? Or
would I selfishly demand this day
back, a full untethered day trying
to figure out what bird was calling
to me and why.
#national poetry month#national poetry month 2024#april 2024#april 1#day 1#sparrow sparrow what did you say?#ada limon#poet laureate#spring#observation
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2021: Ada, OK Historic Building Tour and Byrd's Mill Spring
Yesterday I shared that one of the best things that I did in 2021 was participate in Leadership Ada, a program of the Ada Chamber of Commerce. In that spread I shared items that occurred in the morning. This spread contains photos from a bus tour later that day, and then also pictures from a second trip that we took at a later date. I decided to combine these two events onto a single spread.
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#ada#brook#byrd&039;s mill spring#chamber of commerce#first home#historic buildings#house#leadership ada#mansion#MASCrapping#masculine scrapbooking#oklahoma#schoolhouse#ScrapBook#scrapbooks for men#tour#water source
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toaster waffles
in which spencer is woken up by fem!reader and their young daughter after being away on a case
fluff
warnings/tags: none really, a bit of suggestiveness between spencer and reader but nothing explicit, their daughter is a genius duh, i love dad!spence so fucking much holy shit
a/n: i wrote this in like thirty minutes so good luck! just needed to write dad spencer it just needed to happen idk
“No—baby, we have to let daddy sleep in,” you chide your daughter, jogging to catch her as she races down the hallway on clumsy little legs.
“No! I wanna see daddy!” She yells—and if Spencer wasn’t awake yet, he will be now. You give in, opening the bedroom door for Ada with a fond (exasperated) sigh.
“Daddy! Daddy wake up!”
He blinks sleepily several times, sitting up and grinning at his daughter as she attempts to climb up onto the bed.
“Hi, princess,” he laughs, grunting dramatically as he pulls her up onto his lap. “Oh my gosh, did you get all grown up while I was gone?”
He catches your eye as you stop at the foot of the bed, arms folded and mouthing an amused ‘I’m sorry.’ Spencer smiles and almost imperceptibly shakes his head, eyes sparkling as Ada attempts to use him as playground equipment. No apology necessary.
“I made you breakfast!” she remembers, grabbing onto his shoulders and springing up and down on the bed. His eyes go wide.
“You did? Where is it?”
“Oh no!” she claps her hands to her cheeks and opens her mouth wide, Home Alone style. Spencer laughs. “I forgot it!”
Then she’s wriggling off the bed and running as fast as her little feet will carry her, presumably to the kitchen.
“You like cold toaster waffles, right?” you tease, approaching the bed and filling the now empty seat that is Spencer’s lap. His hands find your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“I would go so far as to say I love them. Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. “I missed you. I forgot how hard it is when you’re gone.”
He hums, running his hand over your hair.
“I know. Me too.” Spencer now only consults on cases, and very rarely is he actually obliged to travel with the BAU. It was never easy before, but now that you have a child, it takes more out of everyone. “Hey. Look at me.”
You do, lifting your head and meeting his soft gaze. He leans forward and captures your lips in a gentle kiss, brushing his thumb over your cheek before pulling away. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of the progeny while I was away. I know it’s not easy on your own.”
“Eh. She’s alright. She reads to me at bedtime.”
Spencer grins, eyes darting back to your lips. Several quick kisses are pressed there in succession, and it’s not exactly how he wanted to say good morning to you but that will have to wait until later.
“Ewww!”
Ada is at the door again, waffle in hand, making a half-disgust half-delight face before prancing back to the bed and receiving another airlift from Spencer up onto the mattress.
“What do you mean, ew?” he asks in mock offense as her legs swing in the air. “You’re next!”
You watch in unadulterated joy as he peppers little kisses all over her face and she pretends to hate it, squealing with glee.
“Is that for me?” he asks once she’s comfortably sharing his lap with you, pointing to the forgotten waffle. She holds it up, pressing the disk against his lips. Spencer takes a bite, makes an exaggerated yum sound, and kisses her forehead once more. “Thank you. That was delicious.”
“You have to eat all of it so you’ll grow up big and strong.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll do that. Why don’t you leave it on the nightstand and go find a book we can read together?”
“Game of Thrones!”
“No!” he laughs. “That book is way too grownup for you!”
“But I read the first three pages!”
“I know you did. And Auntie Penelope is still in big trouble for that. Go get Lord of the Rings.”
Full of energy despite the early hour, Ada skitters off again to find the book.
“She’s too smart for her own good,” you sigh, listening to her making up a song as she picks through the book shelf in the next room.
“Intelligence is generally more nurture than nature. If we act fast we could probably stunt her IQ to just two or three standard deviations above the average.”
You giggle, straddling him as he slips his hand under your shirt to rub your back. Then you try to school your features into a serious expression.
“Not funny.”
That big, lazy grin might never fade—and you’d be happy to look at it forever.
“You’re right. Not funny at all.”
“Hey,” you remember, grabbing his biceps. He raises his eyebrows expectantly. “I was gonna make you real breakfast. What do you want?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t. I want to. So tell me what you want.”
“Anything other than a toaster waffle.”
You snort, moving to slide off the bed.
“We can probably make that happen.”
“Hey—" he catches your waist, pulling you closer. “Penelope is taking Ada to the park this afternoon. We’re gonna spend some time together, okay?”
After having an entire child together, you still get butterflies when he looks at you like that.
“What if I have plans this afternoon?”
Spencer doesn’t even look mildly concerned—just tilts his head, brushes his thumb over your lips.
“Then I’m asking you to cancel them, pretty girl. I owe you some undivided attention.”
You chew on your lip. It’s embarrassing how easily he can still fluster you.
“Right now I have to go find out why our child is being so quiet.”
He laughs, letting you slip from his grasp for good.
“She probably got into the Stephen King again.”
You pick up the waffle and gesture at him with it emphatically as you walk away.
“This is all your fault.”
“Mm… let’s call it a team effort.”
#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x self insert#spencer reid x y/n#criminal minds
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Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limón, 1976
More than the fuchsia funnels breaking
out
of the crabapple tree, more than the
neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs
shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to
the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of
the trees
that really gets to me. When all the
shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and
trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti
of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a
green skin
growing over whatever winter did to
us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living
despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty.
Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new
slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll
take it all.
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