flowers in a trash can

The Girl in the Flower Dress


Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: Do I have an excuse for this? No. Was I really gonna stop myself? No.

Words: 895

Prompt: He really wishes he talked to the girl in the flower dress.

Warnings: my trash mouth, can you feel the angst tonight


The first time that he sees her, it’s raining. Well, it’s a downpour. Same thing really. Either way, he stands frozen in the street, stark blue eyes catching sight of the pattern of her flowing dress, the bright flowers on the cloth a heavy contrast to the dark, looming clouds above.

She seems to be in a rush (as most people would be when the heavens themselves try to drown all of the human civilization.) Her legs work frantically, rushing to carry her to her undisclosed location. She’s stepped in four puddles already, her hair is streaming down her face in a wet mess, her frantic eyes scanning her surroundings for some sort of shelter that could keep her from getting wetter than she already was, the dress clinging to her frame.

Bucky’s an idiot. At least that’s what Sam would say after seeing him stand out in the rain, freezing his dumb ass off, most definitely in danger of catching a cold.

Then again, of course, Bucky wouldn’t pay attention to Sam’s bitch ass, because despite the cold rain seeping into his bones, he swears that he’s never felt warmer.

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made icons for the whole squad (now i just gotta find a squad)

valentines day mason/corey ♡(˘▿˘ʃƪ)
  • mason staying up all night and making a mess in the kitchen as he tries to make a perfectly heart-shaped cookies
  • half of them are burnt but ‘’they’re okay, i guess. i’ll just splash the red icing over’’
  • mason being late to school because he made sure to place cookies in the small box carefully not to break them
  • mason drawing a heart on the box and nothing else because it would be too much
  • even though he wanted to put ‘c + m’ in the heart
  • getting nervous as he approached the classroom, doubting his cookies
  • corey appearing in front of mason with a relieved look on his face
  • ‘’oh my god you need to stop doing that!’’
  • ‘’where were you? i searched the whole school! i thought something happened. i even sent josh to look for you!’’
  • mason handing the box over to corey with a loosey grin ‘’i was busy. you almost made me drop it and i put a lot of effort in it.’’
  • corey practically squealing as he opens the box and sees the cookies
  • corey enthusiastically dragging mason to his locker, clutching the box close to his chest ‘’open it.’’
  • mason raising an eyebrow but opening his locker, a smile spreading on his face as he takes out a bouqet of white roses ‘’did you break my locker to put these in?’’
  • ‘’no. tracy did.’’
  • mason knowing that they both tried to keep it subtle but also knowing that white roses mean a secret promise between the giver and the recipient and his burnt cookies were shaped like hearts which speaks on it’s own and he knows that all of this is pathetically romantic but it’s right


  • mason and corey skipping the first class to sit outside, eat cookies and make flower crowns out of roses
I search for beautiful things in broken places, and I know if I can find something admirable in the sidewalk cracks on busy city streets littered with trash with flowers growing through them, then I can find something worth admiring about myself too. Please be patient with me, the flowers in the cracks of the sidewalk are still growing, and so am I.
—  Lacee Rains

behold: flower crown selfies of your friendly neighborhood Trash Can™ 

so yeah, winter quarter kicked off this past week and I’m already drowning in homework someone help. two of my classes (aka 50% of my whole schedule) have heavy reading loads and account for why I’m already so tired. fuck me. 

I still want to be active on this blog despite all of that cuz this along with drawing is just a nice break from all my work. but just know that there might be a point where I really won’t be posting anything. which I don’t even want to think about. 😭 I might actually start re-blogging fics I read tho that I really like and would like to share! just so y'all get some content and we can both enjoy the writings of fellow authors! I’d been meaning to do it for a while but I keep forgetting lol. 

also do ya like that gray-haired realness I’m serving in those pictures. is it gray from toner? is it gray from stress? who really knows.

My co worker found a big bouquet of flowers in a trash can with a sandwich Ziploc bags FULL of weed sitting on top of it….Why do good things only happen to white people lmfao

anonymous asked:

What? What is this???? Trash cans??? WITH EMOTIONS????????????? You got me like !!!!!!!!!


There’s a sensitive lil’ Glade Bag that smells of flowers in that trash can… wayyyyyyyy deeep down in there… wayyyyyyyyyy down there

Originally posted by rimmerslustmonster

@iamnotswarley asked for Hannigram fluff. As it turns out, this is some season one quasi-flirt. But at least, there’s flowers. I hope it can alleviate the sadness a tiny bit. *hugs*

Abigail’s room at the clinic always has flowers. Sometimes tall plants in a pot, sometimes blooming tulips that Alana has brought. Will gets the flowers from the florist outside Quantico. There are three white roses, wide yellow carnations and a weightless bunch of lilac.

By the time he reaches the clinic, he’s figured that it’s not a good idea at all. It’s not like him to bring flowers. He’s also not the kind of person Abigail could accept flowers from as a reassuring gesture. He’s not family. Even if he was, he’d be the dad and dad is dead.

He leaves the flowers in the car, wonders if he should put them in the nearby trash can, pluck them from his mind. But they’re beautiful and he leaves them there.

In the evening, he leaves the clinic. The flowers stay on the passenger seat of his car during the ride to Baltimore.

He mentions them to Dr. Lecter. “You didn’t want to endure the awkwardness taking shape on her face as she saw you for what you try and want to be,” Dr. Lecter translates immediately and Will feels home, so home that it’s hard to believe there’s an outside at all.

Will opens his mouth to speak, but just nods. “I’ve left them in the car.”

Standing, Hannibal holds out his hand. “Your car keys.” Will gives them to him.

He goes out, comes back in with the flowers in hand. At the end of the room, behind his desk, he takes the glass pitcher from the tray on the table and fills it with water. The flowers fit in perfectly. The white, yellow and mauve are incongruous in the earth toned warmth of the office, but they remind Will of Abigail.

“Innocent things shouldn’t be left to die,” Hannibal says.

“And yet they do, unformed and unnoticed.”

On the cuff of Hannibal’s shirt, a drop of water darkens the pale blue of the silk. Hannibal adjusts the heart-shaped lilac leaves. “You can pretend you bought them for me then,” he says.

Will scoffs. “I thought Abigail would find them comforting,” he says. “Do you find them comforting?”

Night is already here. Hannibal’s smile glimmer with a show of teeth. “They’re beautiful,” he says. “Close enough.”

I was tagged by @aileenaison​ (thank you so much :з)

Top 10 favourite characters from 10 different fandoms:

1. Oswald Baskerville (Pandora Hearts) 

2. Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

3. Levi Ackerman (Attack on titan)

4. Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu!!)

5. Saito Hajime (Hakuouki)

6. Shirasu Kinjou (Donten ni Warau)

7. Bishamon (Noragami)

8. Kise Ryota (Kuroko no Basuke)

9. Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

10. Undertaker (Kuroshitsuji)

I am tagging @witch-4-life, @kougyokushairpin, @elleo-trash, @red-anemone and @rose-flowers. Of course you can don’t do this if you don’t want