Summary: Y/N and Calum made an arrangement a long time ago, one that would never make it in the media, and not even their closest friends would know. It was strictly a time of intimacy between the two of them. But Calum can’t take it anymore. What happens when he finally voices out that he broke their most sacred rule? Don’t. Fall. In. Love.
I love that Hannibal thinks he’s some kind of elevated serial killer or w/e but in reality he’s still a loser who keeps all his murder shit in his creepy badly lit basement with like hanging plastic sheets everywhere goddamnit Hannibal you’re a fuckin horror movie cliche
Based on a prompt. This was intended to be a one shot, but it’s definitely going to end up being a multi-chapter.
Clarke straightened her back, flexing her shoulder’s towards each other, and craning her neck to one side until she heard a slight pop. She sighed in relief as the tension of a long day began to drain from her muscles. She’d finished painting the bedrooms a week ago, and now that the walls were dry, they’d finally been able to assemble all the furniture that had been stacked in boxes for weeks. Clarke knelt down, giving the last screw on the bookshelf she’d just put together a final turn for good measure. She stepped back, smiling as she admired her handiwork. One conversion crib, one toddler bed shaped like a Jeep, one bunk bed over a futon, three bookshelves, three chests of drawers, two desks, two toy chests, one changing table. Clarke inventoried everything they’d put together in her head, making sure that there was nothing they’d forgotten.
The amazing cone-like, purplish flower-heads of Eryngium alpinum (alpine eryngo) are surrounded by vivid blue, spiny bracts, borne on blue stems. This erect herbaceous perennial grows up to 90cm, with heart-shaped, glossy dark green basal leaves. It needs a fairly dry, well-drained soil that is moderately fertile with a position in the full sun and protection from winter wet soil.