newspaper flowers

aesthetics for the signs

Aries: unpopular singers, braids, polaroids, retro cars

Taurus: childhood scars, bedtime stories, pillow fights, goodnight kisses

Gemini: breakfast in bed, mirror selfies, campfires, branded clothes

Cancer: sunsets, bra straps showing, pencil smudges on hands, pixie cuts

Leo: peace signs, auroras, split lips, tea cups

Virgo: chipped off nail polish, frosting on your lip, spilt glitter, sparklers

Libra: dew, flower buds, newspaper blackout poems, unmade beds

Scorpio: hidden smiles, passing notes, inaudible whispers, giggling girls

Sagittarius: pleated skirts, untucked shirts, antiques, sand castles

Capricorn: sleeves that go past your hands, gardening, playing with hair, lighting a match

Aquarius: cracking knuckles, oversized sweaters, applying makeup, dimples

Pisces: water colours, tracing on your back, red noses from the cold, freckles


Outdoors ain’t really my niche.  How-some-ever, I refuse to use strangers’ pathways, even if I’ll never design as well as say, bibi, because I’M INDEPENDENT, MOM!!!!  It just feels odd.  A stroll down acnlpaths DOES give silly me ideas, though, like setting a fake little newspaper at Shari’s front door, or taking a stab at stone steps.  You judge the results. : /

sitting inside one of my favorite coffee shops with one of my favorite people. it’s raining outside, my dream house is right across the street, i have ben howard playing, and i have time to simply d r e a m. it’s been a while since i’ve had the privilege of time to myself.

i’m dreaming of this house right across the street: it’s wood shake siding, brick chimney, big trees surrounding it, warm lights in the attic, and small front yard. it’s secluded while simultaneously being in the middle of the city. i dream of owning a home just like this very one; minneapolis is good at combining city living + lots of trees and lakes, so i’m thankful that that dream isn’t so unrealistic here. i dream of filling the house with a family and lots of food and laughter and love. i dream of slow sundays where the house smells like warm soup and pjs are worn all day. i dream of waking up early and walking across the street to the coffee shop i sit in right now to have a cup of coffee while i read the newspaper. i dream of flower boxes and cozy friday nights and favorite songs floating throughout the house. i dream of quiet, rainy saturday afternoons where we keep the windows open to hear + smell the rain while we read books and soft, classical music plays in the background. i dream of walking our pup through the neighborhood with friends and then having them over for dinner + wine + real conversation out in the front yard under string lights. i dream of you, of you, of you doing all of this alongside me. my heart hurts with how far i feel from you, with how far all of this dream feels. at the same time, though, my heart is hopeful for this. for you.

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same time, completely different place

“There’s probably a parallel universe with another Isak and Even that are lying down, just like this… Only that, there’s a different colour on the curtains or something…” – Not exactly. (In which some things are different, but some others are the same)

tonight is the night that we might fall together

She doesn’t mean to, but Eva falls asleep with her arms wrapped around Noora’s waist. She’s breathing softly and is so close to Noora that it almost seems suffocating, but less like someone’s squeezing Noora’s heart in order to break it and more like someone’s just trying to hug it hard enough to help her remember what it’s like to be loved.

feet on the ground, our head in the stars

And Noora thinks about backing up, or avoid saying it, but then she thinks about Eskild, so happy and proud of himself, and about Eskild side-eyeing her since she moved in, and she just swallows and goes for it. “I’m queer. Can we go out tonight?”
Eskild jumps off the bed and immediately wraps around her like a cat. Noora is panting a bit with the force of her admission, and she bites her lower lip hard, tucks her smile in Eskild’s neck. She lets herself be rocked back and forth.

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The Pepper sessions ran from November 1966 to April 1967 and included more than seven hundred studio hours, on top of copious sessions for John and Paul, in which they shaped every song on the album. John initiated ‘Lucy in the sky with diamonds’ after he saw a drawing his son Julian made. He showed that picture to Paul, they both saw the chance to play with imagery like that of Lewis Carroll’s 'Alice in Wonderland’, and they finished the song together. 'I offered cellophane flowers and newspaper taxis’ Paul said 'and John replied with kaleidoscope eyes…we traded words off each other, as we always did.’
—  Powers of Two, Joshua Wolf Shenk 
Companions are Dared to give Sole a Flower Crown Part 2

(Sorry that Gage’s and Ada’s were really short compared to the rest ^^’ I had no.clue what to write for them!) EDIT: I added Maxson! ^^


Piper immediately got to work when told to make sole a flower crown. She sat in her office in diamond city, tying and weaving flowers together. She even began to get a little creative, making some old newspaper articles into rose buds. The base of the crown was semi neatly weaved together with strands of newspaper weaved in. The flowers were mostly Hubflowers and Bloodleafs with newspaper rose buds. With the crown finally finished, she went to go find sole. “Hey, blue! I was told to uh, make this for you,” she smiled awkwardly, “I hope you like it.” She then proceeded to place the crown on their head. They gave her a look of confusion that had a glint of playfulness when noticing the newspaper. “What? It’s unique! I bet I’m the first to make one like that!” She giggled as they flicked her hat and proudly walked around Sanctuary with the crown on.


Preston pulled his hat down smiling as he started walking towards sole, flower crown in hand. He didn’t have to work on it, it seemed as if he was a natural when creating it. The flowers were pretty and light, small blooms that were bright purples. The leaves as green as a relaxing quiet forest. He walked up to sole and carefully placed it on their head, tucking some stray hair out of their face. He cleared his throat, “I uh, I made that for you,” He chuckled softly and messed with his hat, a soft blush creeping up upon his face, “I thought you might like it.” He was surprised when sole hugged him, but he hugged back. Then, the two had a nice walk around Sanctuary, talking about the improvement of the commonwealth and beauty within it.


Stro.g is a well, well he is a super mutant He didn’t know what a flower crown was or hoe to even make one. “What is , flower crown? Strong confused!” When explained that it was a form of respect he got up to go make one. Practically ripping up weeds and damaged flowers from the ground, he smashed the flowers together until it was one pounded mess that stayed put. Stomping over towards sole he dropped the pounded flower mess on sole’s head. “Strong respect funny human, strong make crown to show respect.” Sole thanked strong, and he huffed almost running into a few terrified settlers in his path.


X6-88 flat out refused the daré. It was “inefficient” and “pointless”. However, seeing sole’s shoulders slump slightly, he sighed. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was growing soft for sole, putting himself more into harm’s way to protect them, and not scolding them as much. There was still no way he was going to weave flowers together to make such a silly thing so he settled for making an extravagant bouquet. It was big and colorful (courtesy of the institute) with a red silk bow to tie it together. X6 watched sole’s eyes widen in surprise when noticing the bouquet. “Sir/Ma'am, I was not going to make you a crown but, I respect you enough that I had to present you something.” Sole smiled and thanked him, taking the bundle of flowers in their arms and watched as X6 walked off. However, no one will ever notice the smallest hint of a blush forming his face.


“Haha! No way! I don’t do that.” Gage said chucking. He watched as Sole pouted, he knew that they just wanted to.catch him weaving flowers together, unlike the tough raider he was. “Maybe I can make it up to you?” He winked making sole slightly flustered but still pouty.


“I do not understand how the mechanics of the making of a flower crown works, Nor have I the experience.” Ada was very unfamiliar with flowers crowns. She never heard of them before. Sole laughed slightly, fully knowing that she’d have no clue what to if given the tools to make one.


Maxson rolled his eye, he wasn’t one to make flower crown like danse. However, unlike danse, he refused to make a Flower Crown for sole. Similar to x6-88, He made them a bouquet. It was a small bouquet since there weren’t as many as extravagant flowers. They were a variety of flowers, red, purple, one was even a dark pure black. “Knight, I was dared to…make you this.” Half thrusting and half carefully placing the bouquet on their hands. The Sole Survivor smiled warmly and kissed Maxson’s cheek, walking off to preserve the flowers in water, leaving the elder flustered slightly.