Warning: contains spoilers for the “My Rosebud Boy” short story

Baby’s Breath and Coral Roses

Rating: T

Words: 1106

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: 

Simon likes him like this, all relaxed with his hair in a messy bun. His hands itch with the desire to pull off the elastic and run his fingers through long black waves. He likes that Baz is wearing nothing but pants and one of his shirts (it’s an old faded thing that says fries before guys) (“I’d put you before fries,” Simon told him when he put it on, solemnly—like this was a terribly serious matter).

Set in the My Rosebud Boy's AU. A morning in Baz and Simon's life.

snowwhite and rosesred

She smelled like white roses

Rating: Mature | Triggers: Abusive relationship between the Snows (light, warned in specific chapters)

Summary: Mrs. Snow was married to her husband for more years than her fingers could count and Mr. Heavensbee had great plans laid out for the nation that would get him removed from the precious thing called ‘life’ if found out. Somehow, both collide at an evening dinner, share a few interests, and repeatedly have to remind themselves that they shouldn’t be that foolish. But one can rebel against the President in more ways than either of them imagined. Or: The story where Plutarch Heavensbee has to add one more liability to the list of “people to protect” and it is getting awfully crowded.

art credit | written by @cullenrutherford​

RED,RED ROSES By William Warigon

RED,RED ROSESRed, red rosesAre love forcesThat cement strong relationshipFor those who value friendship. Red, red rosesAre love forcesThat convey an apt appreciationFor existence of real dedication. ©️ William Warigon 📸 Picture Prompt By Fe Rosario V. Maximo

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Passion

Warning: contains spoilers for the “My Rosebud Boy” short story

Baby's Breath, Swords and Red Roses

Rating: T

Words: 1356

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It really was a sword worth mourning for. The thing looked like the kind of weapon a fantasy action hero would have—it made Simon feel like He-Man. It was the one good thing that came out of Davy, the goddamn tosser, and now it’s gone—as if a higher power has determined “not a single good thing shall be associated with Davy, Grand Poobah of Tosser-dom.”

Set in the My Rosebud Boy's AU. Simon tells Baz the tale of Jeremy, the sword stealer.

The Faerie Queene (1590) Edmund Spenser It was upon a Sommers shynie day, When Titan faire his beames did display, In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew, She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t'allay; She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew. #thefaeriequeene #EdmundSpenser #rosesred #violetsblew #poem (en Ensenada, Baja California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwFQgbGHVlA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tj2i98seztgm

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Lilac Smoke She was a small town, broken girl and he was an even smaller town broken boy, and it was only fitting that they should chance to meet. Her room always smelled of ink and sleepless nights. His room always smelled of late nights and tea. Her head always echoed with the name of the boy who used to be her compass. His head always echoed with the name of the girl who bruised his soul. She was average height and brunette He was tall and blonde. She didn’t talk. Neither did he. Jenson slowly walked down the bridge. Her small feet wore worn converse. I mean, it was fitting, really, that she wore converse, because she was just that type. She thought the air smelled like nightmares and lilac smoke. But it was fine, really, she was used to it Lewis slowly walked down his street to the bridge. His large feet were attired in converse, I mean, it was fitting, really, that he wore converse, because he was just that type. He thought the air smelled like fights and wet concrete. But it was fine, really, because he was used to it Jensen stared at the deep, swirling water below. It was so enticing and bitter, like the bottle of vodka on the top shelf of her room, and it was cold; But, she froze warmth. And that was okay, really. Lewis reached the harsh wooden planks of the bridge. He could hear the crashing water. And it was cold, but he froze warmth and it was okay, really. Jenson’s mind wandered to the holes in her kitchen wall, and they way her hand fit perfectly around a cigarette. And she was cold, but that was fine, really, because she was used to it. Lewis sat down, not noticing another still figure. His mind wandered to the bruise on his rib and the way he used his last teabag. And he was cold, but that was fine, really, because he was used to it. Jenson noticed another figure sit down. She slowly slid closer. Because really, she was a coward and it was fine, really. Lewis noticed the other figure move closer, and he didn’t mind really. Because he was a coward and it was fine, really. Jenson took a deep breath and thought about how the air smelled like fear and anticipation. Lewis took a deep breath and thought about how the air smelled like freedom and anxiety. They weren’t alone and so it was fine, really. Jenson held onto the hand of the boy next to her. It was rough and she thought she felt a scar that spelled abuse. And it was fine, because she had the same one and it was fine, really. Lewis held onto the hand offered by the girl next to him. He thought he felt a callus that spelled drinking. And it was fine, because he had the same one and it was fine, really. Jenson felt numb and couldn’t wait for the cold water to numb her forever and then she wouldn’t have to worry about Lilac smoke and holes in the kitchen. Lewis felt alive and couldn’t wait for the electric water to jolt him from the overwhelming numbness and he wouldn’t have to worry about buying more tea or bruised knuckles. And it was fine, really. Two strangers. alone surrounded by navy sky and faraway from the lilac smoke. And it was okay, really. Jenson gripped the hand of the boy that spelled abuse and prepared to sleep forever. Lewis tightened his grip around the hand of the girl that spelled drinking and prepared to feel alive. And it was okay, really. They wouldn’t live forever, and it was okay, really. And although Jenson never felt anything except for the itch for more smoke to wash over her, she was at least satisfied to have fallen in love with this boy before she left. And although Lewis only ever felt the need to add another cut, he was at least satisfied to have fallen in love with this girl before he left. And it was fine, really. They wouldn’t live forever, and it was okay, really. It started to snow. And it was okay, really. And the air no longer smelled of anticipation and the lingering scent of scars. And it was okay, really. Jenson felt tired, so tired, and she couldn’t help but lay her head on the thin shoulder of boy next to her, who smelled of abuse and late nights. And it was okay, really. Lewis couldn’t help but smile as the girl who smelled of lilac smoke and probably tasted of bitter shots laid her head on his shoulder that smelled like bruised knuckles. And it was okay, really. And there they sat. Instead of the lilac smoke cloaking them, the sky wrapped her arms around them. And it was okay, really. And Jenson didn’t think she’d ever seen a more beautiful sunrise. The air smelled like belonging and sky looked like maybe the long nightmare was finally over. And it was okay, really.

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(Poems of 2017)

Me apasionan las flores. Se me hacen agua los ojos cuando las veo. . Puedo ir de prisa pero ellas logran desacelear mi paso y encapsular el tiempo. . Por un momento nada importa más que sus colores y la fragilidad de sus pétalos y los poemas que gritan en silencio mientras las sacude el viento. . Se esparsen alborotados versos y secretos. Siempre me susurran algo que no entiendo, pero cuanta alegría me dejan por dentro. . Detalles de mi colección "Flores de Jardín" . . . #roses #roseslover #rosesforyou #rosesring #flower #gardenflowers #red #redflowers #redfeelings #stayhome #jewelrylover (en Mexico City) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-8WKzOD--J/?igshid=10r3f17qwteod

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—Look What You Made Me Do, Taylor Swift