Some birds sing when the sun shines bright.

♡     send  flowers     according  to  which  type(s)     express  how  sender  feels  about  or  wants  from  receiver  .   

these  flowers  are  meant  to     come  with  notes     (    or    spoken  words  .ᐟ     add     whatever  you  desire     when  sending    )     that  clearly  state  what  they  mean ,     so     receiver  will  know     what  sender  is  trying  to  say .  

add  context    &     mix    &     match  to  your  needs .     create  whole  bouquets  if  you  like  .     happy  writing .ᐟ

white  azalea  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  physical  beauty  .

pink  azalea  :     maternal  love     (     does  not  necessarily  have  to  be  gendered     )     from  parental  figure  to  child  .

red  azalea  :     a  request  for  receiver  to  take  care  of  themself  for  sender’s  sake  .

white  calla  lily  :     a  marriage  proposal  .

pink  calla  lily  :     a  confession  of  romantic  love  .

yellow  calla  lily  :     a  request  to  be  friends  .

purple  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  passionate  night  together  .

black  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  date     (     specify  what  it  entails     )  .

white  carnation  :     sympathy ,     condolences  .

pink  carnation  :     filial  love    (     from  child  to  parental  figure     )  .

red  carnation  :     possessiveness ,     as  if  to  say    ‘  you  are  mine  ’  .

yellow  carnation  :     rejection ,     disappointment  in  receiver ,     regret  .

purple  carnation  :     appreciation  for  receiver’s  whimsy  and /  or  unpredictability  .

multicolor  carnation  :     expressing  sorrow  that  sender  and  receiver  cannot  be  together  .

white  chrysanthemum  :     agape  love  .

pink  chrysanthemum  :     storge  love     (     from  parental  figure  to  child     )  .

red  chrysanthemum  :     eros  love  .

yellow  chrysanthemum  :     philia  love  .

cleome  :     sender  wants  to  run  away    /     elope  with  receiver  .

daffodil  :     desire  for  a  new  beginning    /     to  start  over  .

white  daisy  :     desire  to  have  a  child    /     start  a  family  with  receiver  .

yellow  daisy  :     encouragement  and  empathy  .

forget  -  me  -  not  :     an  expression  of  gratitude  for  the  memories  shared  with  receiver    /     a  desire  to  make  new  memories  with  receiver  .

white  heather  :     sender  pledges  to  always  protect  receiver  .

pink  heather  :     infatuation  and  obsession  with  receiver  .

white  hibiscus  :     a  request  for  peace  between  sender  and  receiver  .

pink  hibiscus  :     sender  wishes  to    ‘  show  receiver  off  ’     by  having  them  wear  this  flower  in  their  hair  .

red  hibiscus  :     a  deep  admiration  for  receiver’s  godlike  beauty  .

orange  hibiscus  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  body  .

yellow  hibiscus  :     sibling  or  sibling  -  like  affection  .

yellow  hyacinth  :     jealousy  and  envy  .

blue  hyacinth  :     sincerity  and  earnestness  ,     wholehearted  regard  .

purple  hyacinth  :     deep  sorrow  ,     begging  for  forgiveness  ,     a  request  for  another  chance  .

white  iris  :     a  spiritual  connection  ,     a  soul  bond  .

blue  iris  :     having  faith  in  receiver  ,     trusting  them  implicitly  .

purple  iris  :     veneration  and  the  highest  possible  esteem  ,     regard  for  receiver’s  wisdom  .

lavender  :     gratitude  for  forgiveness    /     a  second  chance  ,     a  promise  to  be  better  for  receiver  .

lilac  :     innocent  attraction  ,     receiver  is  sender’s  first  love  .

white  lily  :     deep  respect  and  reverence  ,     unconditional  love    (     platonic  or  romantic    )  .

pink  lily  :     gentle  appreciation  and  gratitude  ,     a  kiss  on  the  cheek  .

tiger  lily  :     sender  is  proud  of  receiver  . 

lily  -  of  -  the  -  valley  :     receiver  completes  sender    /     makes  sender  feel  whole  .

white  magnolia  :     sender  thinks  receiver  is  perfect  .

pink  magnolia  :     a  regard  for  receiver’s  youthful  spirit  . 

purple  magnolia  :     sender  wishes  receiver  healing  .

pink  orchid  :     congratulatory     (     specify  what  for    )  .

blue  orchid  :     rarity  ,     there’s  no  one  else  in  the  world  like  receiver  .

purple  orchid  :     admiration  for  receiver’s  strength  and  perseverance  .

pink  peony  :     wishing  receiver  luck  and  good  fortune  .

red  peony  :     expression  of  honor  ,     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  moral  character  .

white  poppy  :     mourning  a  shared  loved  one  ,     expressing  comfort  during  a  difficult  time  .

red  poppy  :     regard  for  the  fallen    /     for  what  or  who  has  been  lost  .

orange  poppy  :     wishing  receiver  success  ,     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  resilience  .

 white  primrose  :     sender  misses  receiver    /     sender  is  sad  without  receiver  .

pink  primrose  :     sender  cannot  live  without  receiver  .

yellow  primrose  :     receiver  makes  sender  happy  .

purple  primrose  :     sender  is  enchanted  by  receiver  .

white  rose  :     desire  for  marriage    /     building  a  life  with  receiver  .

pink  rose  :     a  developing  crush  ,     regard  for  receiver’s  beauty    (     physical  and  beyond     )  .

red  rose  :     deep  romantic  love  ,     passionate  attraction  ,     unending  devotion  .

yellow  rose  :     deep  platonic  love  ,     the  warmth  of  friendship  ,     returning  the  joy  receiver  brings  .

sunflower  :     deep  adoration  ,     unending  loyalty  .

white  tulip  :     apology    /     desire  for  forgiveness  and  reconciliation  .

pink  tulip  :     the  transition  from  a  crush  to  deeper  romantic  love  .

red  tulip  :     deep  trust  and  undying  devotion  .

yellow  tulip  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  smile    /     a  desire  to  see  receiver  smile  more  .

purple  tulip  :     eternal  love  ,     togetherness  in  every  lifetime  .

blue  violet  :     calming  love  and  affection  ,     an  expression  of  sender  being  a  better  person  with    /     around  receiver  .

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drop dead

i know that the bar closes at 11, but i hope you never finish that beer

you know all the words to "just like heaven", and I know why he wrote them now that you're standing right here.

one night I was bored in bed and stalked you on the internet.

i'm the most alive i've ever been, but kiss me and I might drop dead.

i feel like i might throw up.

you're so, so pretty boy, i'm paranoid i made you up.

i've been droppin' hints all night, that i'd love if you held my hand, goddamn.

let's go steady, let's go out.

stupid song

new york city's never looked so blue.

my friends are smoking blunts in the bathroom.

they say that honest love is a cage that makes you feel free.

all the girls at this party are so cool.

but i can't help but imagine what you say when you speak about me.

you're a spark in the dark, in my clothes, i caught aflame.

you should feel how i feel when somebody says your name.

i'm the car speeding down the boulevard without a brake, and i want you more than any stupid song could ever say.

i want you more than any stupid song could ever say.

my heart made of wax and i'm melting in the sun.

i'm the thread on your shirt and it's coming undone.

i feel right, i feel wrong, i feel totally insane.

honeybee

so i guess that it's true, time can heal even the worst of wounds.

the clichés i knew seem so commonplace when i saw you.

let's just walk in the dark, hop the fence in the park, baby boy, honeybee, god, i love the way you look at me.

and it's too hard to describe this in a way that feels honest, but even when i'm quiet, i love you, baby, i promise.

and i hope i never see what your face looks like going, a face i swear that i could spend my whole life knowing, here's to hoping.

pick me up, walk me home, man, it feels like god threw me a bone.

sticky sweet, tangerine, would you sit and keep me company?

in the dark, i'm not scared, i just reach and you're right there.

shooting stars, racing cars, everything i own just feels like ours.

maggots for brains

my day is so mundane, i don't think i left the house.

drank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came out.

somehow, it's the weekend, i'm still bored out of my skull, and i went to the party but only on principle.

empty, who can leave?

i'm a zombie in my body, i'm a train off of the track.

i feel dirty, i feel rotten, and the colors are all flat.

i'm a sad shell of a woman, and i've got maggots for brains, but that's just a thing that happens in my brain, he goes away.

everything feels moldy like the fruit that's in my fridge.

everything that's funny, i wish i could tell to him.

sometimes, at a low point, i even wish for tragedy, 'cause i know he'd come over and take real good care of me.

what can i do but think of you?

u+me=<3

i think that you're killer with your floppy hair.

take me out to dinner, you know you can take me anywhere.

all of my girlfriends roll their eyes and tell me to take it slow this time.

i got a feeling, wounds are healing, talking on the phone.

i know everybody changes but i hope that we don't.

carve our names into the car seat leather, you plus me equals a heart forever.

i like your big sister, she has your same face.

i try to win her over with my cynical humor and yacht rock music taste

all my ex-boyfriends have heard these lines, but i like you better by a million times.

if you buy me silver jewelry and all my favorite cadbury and tell me it again 'bout how we met and that you thought of me.

sometimes i get overwhelmed and way too far, i hurt myself, i often get the feeling that i'll never want somebody else.

they say modern love's a cruel endeavor and to that i say, "fuck it, whatever".

my way

it's a little hard to to stomach all your amateur moves

you're loose with me, like obviously, but you lingering on the edge just like a bad perfume.

it's getting to me, embarrassingly.

here's the part where the girl gets pissed, and the girl is me, did you get that hint?

you're in my way now.

don't go where you don't belong.

think i can make out how hard you hang on.

kind of insane how you keep calling, but you never get the message.

it goes my way now.

man, i wonder what you think.

you're sending another poem and think that'll let me go.

maybe you're just tryna to get me riled up now, you're posting another pic, in clothes that i know are his.

well, here's a map of the lines i drew, and some girl steps over and the girl is you.

so, where'd you get that confidence from?

last time that i checked, i won.

let me be direct, "just stop", you're being fucking weird.

maybe I'm a petty bitch, but you made me resort to this, that's it, i win.

purple

it's funny when your mom shows pictures of you in your school clothes, your buzzcut, and scrapes on your knees change, but those eyes, still no.

it's crazy how i used to visit your town like a touris now i got a local grocery store and a favorite florist.

you kiss my neck, may our paths intersect 'til the two lines formed a circle.

i melt with you, you're red and I'm blue, now i see the world in purple.

now a toothbrush, a coat, and pair of shoes all come in double.

we fight over who i'm hanging out with like a real couple.

it's a small world, on and on again, revolve around us two.

it's crazy, i had big dreams 'til i tied myself to you, now I'm all-consumed in.

melt with you 'til it all turns black. are we so in love? are we too attached?

melt with you 'til it all turns black, when you smooth it out, but it feels too flat.

melt with you 'til it all turns black. when you get so close and you can't go back.

melt with you 'til it all turns black, melt with you 'til it just feels sad.

the cure

all the pretty girls in the foreground of my mind.

i thought i'd done enough, but they keep moving the line.

i thought I found the antidote this time.

all the nights i spend fighting bad thoughts in my room, feeling so alone, might as well be on the moon.

my head is full of poison and my heart is full of doubt.

i got toxins in my bloodstream; you tried hard to suck them out.

it feels like medication and it's good for me, i'm sure, but it don't matter how your love feels anymore, it'll never be the cure.

it'll never be the cure.

used to play a game in my head when I'd date a guy, tally up the girls that he fucked till i start to cry.

why can't you come stitch me up?

why can't it ever be enough?

it's not enough.

begged

all that i want is to know undoubtedly that you just have eyes for me.

could you make it clear?

all that i want is to sit here silently and watch movies on tv.

what a shame, you're not here to witness my devotion, and my endless well of needs.

i'm an anchor in the ocean, you know i could never leave.

so, i'm patient, you're learning, pretend it's not hurting.

they say it's a virtue to not let good love slip away.

so, i'm cool and forgiving, i'll take what you're giving, but nothing's quite enough, when i know that to get it, i begged.

and i have this thought when i lay in bed at night that i feel trapped inside my life.

is that a normal thing to fight back the waves of a static lover's dread?

i'm overwhelmed, i'm underfed, and yet I still cling to hope like snow on mountains.

careless words melt it away.

i'm a penny in a fountain, just waiting on my luck to change.

what's wrong with me

i'm just staring at the ceiling, can't describe this feeling ii've got in my head.

i'm out of body in my bed and i'm just searching up my symptoms, desperate to fix 'em.

i'll do anything, 'cause lately i've been spiraling.

i'm not feeling like myself and nothing ever seems to help.

went to the doctor and she said i was fine, but every movie that i see makes me cry.

it's like somebody put a weight on my chest.

i should talk to a friend but i can't get out of bed.

my head is spinning and my stomach is sick, say i'm in love, so it's hard to admit.

i can't eat, i can't sleep, i think you're what's wrong with me.

i keep looking for distractions, hope the feeling passes.

i've got to say, it's getting harder every day.

i can't seem to get around it, head just keeps on pounding with the simple thought "what if this isn't what i want?".

i'm not feeling like myself, all amber lights and warning bells.

i'm not feeling like myself and i'm not hiding it well.

less

i feel it again, edge of the bed.

body and head protesting, my stomach's in knots.

i don't wanna talk, let's just go to bed or something.

maybe it'll fix itself tomorrow, but i've been saying that like every night.

you say you can't stand to watch me cry a minute more, so you do the noble thing and open up the door.

if loving me means letting go and wishing me the best then i guess i wish you loved me less.

i wish you loved me less.

we tried to recreate our favorite date, ut we didn't laugh much this time.

our trip to Big Sur only confirmed this isn't what it should feel like.

maybe i'm a stubborn overthinker but i've been thinking over this a lot.

i could try convincing you they're just intrusive thoughts, but you've seen me truly happy, so you know right now i'm not.

if loving me means crying on the curb at lax, well, then i guess i wish you loved me less.

if loving me means saying "babe, i think this is the end", i guess i wish you loved me less.

expectations

i met him at a party, i think he was on drugs.

he wasn't smart or funny, i convinced myself he was.

he had a great apartment, and a car his parents bought, i thought that he was perfect, and now his number's blocked.

took a couple months but now i am secure, i am so evolved, now i ask for more, and more, and more, and more, and more.

i won't settle for a guy with a fake job.

he seems so desperate for loving, but, baby, i'm not.

gave my heart with zero stipulations, now, i take careful consideration.

i'm not kissin' any boy that is passive.

your indecision is painfully unattractive.

past mistakes are just new information.

these days, i've got expectations.

so i hit the new year like a single girl at a vegas bar.

rocking my mini dress with a vodka cran and an open heart.

yeah, i've got hope, yeah, i've got drive, i will not lose my faith.

don't think my future husband is in this bar in Silver Lake

but in a couple months, a man will be the cure, he will be evolved, and i will be adored.

cigarette smoke

it's a cigarette smoke, it's a smell that i know, it clings to my clothes, seeps into my bones.

it's a real quiet house with the shower left on.

five beers in the fridge and the second car's gone.

i regret you, how long i stayed.

i resent you for not being brave.

tell me something honest so the memories turn dark.

you said that i made loving look easy 'til i made it hard.

give me back my time and i will give you back your heart.

i thought that we played the perfect couple 'til you didn't want the part.

some nights can be so fucking lonely, but it's better than begging for you to stand up for me, honeybee.

i regret you, what i let slide.

i resent you taking her side.

it's bone dry, bitter, and hollow, you'll be miles away tomorrow.

𝟶𝟷. sender sets a church on fire with the receiver still inside. 𝟶𝟸. sender presses a holy symbol into the receiver's flesh, burning them. 𝟶𝟹. sender declares themselves god to the receiver. 𝟶𝟺. sender begs the receiver for a blessing/prayer before night falls. 𝟶𝟻. sender licks their lips and tells the receiver to confess their sins. 𝟶𝟼. sender takes refuge from a storm with the receiver in an abandoned church. 𝟶𝟽. sender snarls at the receiver, unable to cross the threshold/onto holy ground. 𝟶𝟾. sender laughs, breaking a seal, ward, etc. set by the receiver to keep them out. 𝟶𝟿. sender recites a prayer with the receiver as the shadows darken and writhe. 𝟷𝟶. sender burns the receiver's holy oath away as they pledge themselves to the sender instead.

I've been practicing saying it in the mirror for three weeks. It still doesn't sound real.

You're the first person I've told. I need you to understand what that means.

Don't make it a big deal. Also — it's the biggest deal of my life.

I knew when I was seven. I just didn't have the word for it yet.

You looked at her the same way I look at her. I think that's when I knew I wasn't alone.

Say it with me. You don't have to say it to anyone else. Just say it with me first.

My family doesn't know. I need tonight to just be about us knowing.

I came out twice today. Once on accident.

You held my hand in public and I forgot how to breathe for a second.

I spent so long pretending. I don't really know who I am without the pretending yet.

This is the first pride I've been to as myself. Bear with me if I cry a little.

I kept waiting to feel different after I said it. I just felt relieved.

Nobody gets to tell you what your identity means. Not even me.

You're allowed to still be figuring it out. The label can wait. The feeling doesn't have to.

I'm not asking you to announce anything. I'm asking you to stop hiding from me.

You looked so free today. I don't think I've ever seen you look that free.

Love is not a phase. I need you to say that back to me like you mean it.

I've loved you in every version of myself. That has to count for something.

My mother cried. I don't know yet if they were good tears or bad ones.

You didn't flinch. When I told you, you didn't flinch. Do you know what that meant to me?

I used to pray to be different. Now I think I was praying wrong.

Hold my hand. Not for anyone else. Just because I want you to.

I found the community before I found the word. That's how I knew I was home.

You are not too much. You have never been too much.

I spent years shrinking myself into something easier to love. I'm done doing that.

She smiled at me and I forgot every lie I ever told myself.

The world is loud today. Can we just be quiet together for a minute.

I'm not brave. I'm just tired of being afraid.

You loved me before I knew how to love myself. I don't know how to thank you for that.

Stop apologizing for existing so loudly. That's the whole point.

I kept the letter for two years before I sent it. I'm glad I finally sent it.

You're the first person who ever made me feel like this was something to celebrate.

I don't need anyone's permission. I just needed my own.

I'm not confused. I have never been less confused in my life.

You came. After everything, you came. That's all I needed to know.

There are so many of us. I keep forgetting how many of us there are until days like today.

I wrote it down before I could say it. Here. Read it. Take your time.

You make being this feel like the most natural thing in the world.

I hid it for so long it became a habit. Breaking habits is hard. You make it easier.

We don't have to call it anything. We just have to be honest.

I used to think the love I wanted was too much to ask for. Then I met you.

My chosen family showed up today. My blood family didn't. I know which one counts.

You kissed me in front of everyone and I think my whole life changed in that second.

I have never felt more like myself than I do standing here with you.

Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done. Everything else was the hard part.

You told me it gets better and I didn't believe you. I'm starting to believe you.

I don't want to be tolerated. I want to be celebrated. Is that too much to ask.

Because for some reason I haven’t found many of these floating around!

1. What gender identity does your muse identify as?

2. What sexuality does your muse identify as?

3. What is your muse’s romantic orientation?

4. Is your muse out or no? Do they intend to come out?

5. How did people generally react to your muse coming out?

6. Is your muse full of pride? (meaning, do they wear pride pins or shirts, proudly express themselves? Or nah?)

7. If your muse isn’t canonically lgbtqa+, what made you decide to change this? Alternatively for ocs, why’d you decide to create them this way?

8. Has your muse experienced discrimination for their orientations?

9. Has has your muse’s identity evolved to what it is now?

10. Do they dress more feminine, masculine, or androgynous?

11. If under the trans umbrella, have they transitioned at all? Do they plan to?

12. Who was your muse’s first crush?

13. How did they come to realize their identity? Was it early on in life or later on?

14. Has your muse ever secretly dated someone because they were afraid of what other people might think?

15. Has your muse ever dated someone they weren’t attracted to just to get people to be less “suspicious”?

16. Have they ever been to a pride parade/festival? Did they enjoy it?

17. Were there any people or characters when your muse was young that seemed to influence their identity?

18. How did they react to discovering their own identity?

19. Was there an “aha!” moment, or was it a more gradual discovery? Did anyone help them discover their identity?

" i don't personally think anyone's case board and tracker ever looks nearly as neat as mine. why do i buy yarn, hm? " that was a rhetorical question, both claire and lani know it's because she uses it for any investigations. NOT TO KNIT . she's also saying this rather casually like she isn't just randomly here, on lani's case with no other indication she was coming. and you know━ she wouldn't be walking around this whole entire place of her own accord if she didn't have a petite sized dso agent with her. she can throw her own name around but it actually doesn't hold as much weight as sherry birkin's name within goverment sectors, projects, or investigation sites.

"She's a cute girl. When she's not punching me in the face. Who is she?" / @cupsraised ( nathalie )

there's a focus being drawn from the other end of the hall, his eyes drifting the same. the corner of his lips turn down as he scrutinizes the sight before them — josefina rojas in all her blonde, diamond encrusted glory, and her hunk of a new man who looked way too stiff in that suit. of course, though, what else was there for the man who people said used to be in the military somewhere? his shoulders and arms seemed like they wanted to be free of the expensive fabric, and it wasn't long before alejandro's lips twisted into a barely restrained sneer. he forces his eyes away from the couple discussing some kind of business or other, returning to the clipboard in his hand he'd been using for facility details. something something let's make a partnership, let's involve ourselves with bioterrorism so we can earn more money and find even more ways to write it off on tax receipts.

“ the oh-so-great santa josefina. ” he lifted an eyebrow as pencil scrabbled across paper, detailing nonsense. “ my ex and his latest flame. ” he takes another look, partly willing that josefina catches his eye, but knowing she'd never let him live it down if that was the case. “ i'm surprised you haven't heard of her. the media and newspapers are all over her like moths to a flame. every day it's something different, some way she's helped a local town or donated millions to charity or developed something new. ” a sarcastic scoff escaped his throat as he measured the top of the paper with the pencil in his hand, shaking his head.

“ i just can't wait to see what they come up with next. ”

“ I don't think it's possible for someone who works here to be a saint, ” they say, deadpan. Nathalie looks over at Alejandro's notes, but finds they can barely read his handwriting — whether that's because he hasn't been looking at the paper while he writes or because he just doesn't write neatly is yet to be determined. apparently, he was sent here to interview them about the E-series, but he clearly has very little interest in that. “ I thought I read somewhere that she got married. Big, expensive, showy wedding, or something like that. She sounds like more than just his new girlfriend. But other than that, I don't spend a lot of time reading the news unless it's tangentially related to work. I'd rather not waste time reading fluff pieces. ”

Alejandro stares at Josefina before continuing to respond to Nathalie. does he only want to interview them so he can watch his ex be romanced? no wonder she's never heard of his writing before; he must be pretty bad at his job. Josefina is lifted up by Apolo, literally and metaphorically, and she throws her head back laughing as he trails kisses along her neck. When he goes in for another kiss, Josefina's eyes meet Alejandro's, and a petty smirk colors her expression — one she'd never allow her husband to see.

‘Jealous much?’ she mouths.

Nathalie can tell Alejandro's once again lost focus, and they hit his arm for it, stern brown eyes boring into his. if he's going to make this entire conversation a staring contest, they'll just make their way back to the lab. it'd be a better use of her time, at the very least. they make a quick move for the clipboard in his hands, trying to swipe it from him; they'll write this article themself if that's what it takes to get this petty infighting to end.

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