my golden crown of sorrows

zesty // she/they feel free to stick around and vibe for a while // header by @agenttommykinard ao3

[lemonzestywrites]

hey! full disclosure beforehand!

i’m a multishipper blog! i have fun and ship a lot of things and love a bunch of different pairings!! you have your fun and i’ll have mine :)

that being said— you’re not welcomed here if you’re gonna be a fucking asshole.

you can have your dislikes and preferences but i don’t tolerate hateful and bigoted behavior in any form.

[taibhsearachd]

To everyone who is feeling a little sad right now... close your eyes. Hold out your hands.

I am gently offering you Ring with Cat and Kittens, 1295–664 BCE.

[hitmyvape-deactivated20251006]

how my coworker gave me a cigarette yesterday

[heartcharacter]

[certified-silly-guy]

I have no tail and I must wag

[urfavhatesterfs]

YOU hates terfs

[switchingtogeico]

[captainhaterade]

[stankpasta]

rb if u hates terfs

[official-pussy-posts-2]

Official ‘terfs get out of my house’ Post

[willgrahamscock]

one thing about fanfic writers is that they'll write the most beautiful poetic shit ever and it'll be tagged as cock and ball torture

[willgrahamscock]

if you see me liking contradicting headcanons for the same character just know it's because I do not give a fuck and I have an active imagination #hewouldsaythat

[willgrahamscock]

sometimes it’s not about ‘would he say that or do that’ it’s more like that would be hilarious if he did because I have a jester’s heart

[crimeboys]

the worst part of getting into new media is when youre at the stage where youre completely obsessed with it but you cant go through the tags or seek out anything about it bc youre not fuckiny done yet

[lemonzestywrites]

not to overexcited the masses. but i’m starting to pick up writing again for the first time in like a year.

i might actually finish this wip.

[willgrahamscock]

shoutout to all the amazing aborted fics inside some mentally ill guys head rn, I would have loved to give it kudos

[theskullofjudgement]

What should I name my dog

CIGARETTE 2

[leg-stealing-bee]

I am the most normal human being ever

[yellowzebrawithrainbowpoop]

[papurrcat]

Happy Pride Month

[working-on-my-backwards-walk-de]

[isleofthings-deactivated2025042]

An excellent addition hiding in the tags

[ooo-silly-worms]

Pottery sounds terrifying to me. Every post I see is like "Here's this awesome art I made!! Pray for me that it survives The Kiln™ :')" I don't think I could cope with making art that could quite easily blow up and I have no way of controlling that. You guys are true heroes.

[claypigeonpottery]

@bazanite you are so correct

[lemonzestywrites]

What would a fic with the title “the rot and the bloom” be? 💚

hi hj!!

okay hear me out—bucktommy florist au WITH A TWIST!!

(tw death mention, minor character death beneath the cut)

tommy loves his job as a florist. it honestly wasn’t his first choice at careers but after his medical discharge from the military he knew he needed something a little more slower paced, so when he saw the ad for extra help at the little flower shop a few blocks from his place, he figured he might as well throw his hat in.

besides he grew up helping his mom tend to the garden that day outside their home as a kid, he knows the basics of flower care and all their meanings.

(a part of him thinks he only really got the job cause the old woman who runs the shop, miss beatrice—betty, as she reminds tommy oh so often, needed a stronger pair of hands carrying all the supplies around the shop, but he’s not one to complain)

a little while into the job, tommy finds out that one of betty’s main customers is, surprisingly enough to tommy, the local funeral home.

betty explains she supplies the main floral arrangements for them and their funeral services and at first tommy doesn’t have much of a thought about it. he gets it. dead people need their flowers too.

but it becomes something more than that. after a while of betty’s teaching him color theory and giving him a refresher on flower meaning, she starts trusting him to put some bigger arrangements—one of them being a funeral at said funeral home. and tommy starts to get it.

the arrangement is for a man a little older than tommy’s age. his name is roger from what the invoice notes says. his favorite flowers were daisies. his favorite color was blue.

tommy’s is too.

he takes a lot of care in putting everything together. in giving roger a nice arrangement that he would have hopefully appreciated. it takes him longer to get this one right and after a few attempts he finally finishes everything up in time for the procession.

he shows up early as instructed (a job that once again used to be betty’s, but do to her worsening eyesight, they keys to the delivery van are firmly in tommy’s palms). admittedly he does get a little lost trying to find someone who works at the funeral home cause aside from a time, he wasn’t given much detail

thankfully after what seems like a creepy amount of time to be lost at a funeral home, a man about tommy’s height dressed in a suit eventually bumps into him—quite literally as they both round the corner too fast.

they share very hurried apologies and tommy double checks the arrangement he’s holding isn’t damaged, which thankfully to tommy’s relief, it’s isn’t.

“that’s a really beautiful arrangement you have.”

tommy glances over and the blue-eyed stranger, who’s gazes almost awkwardly flickers between tommy and the flowers. it’s honestly a little cute.

“thank you,” tommy murmurs. at first, he wonders if this guy is just here attending one of the services, until tommy spots a name tag—Evan— it reads. “oh great i was trying to find someone who could help me, so you know where roger gray’s service is going to be held? i got a little lost trying to find it.”

the man—evan—beams up at him. “you’re the florist!” he says like the pieces just clicked for him. tommy can’t help but give him a teasing look for it. evan shakes his head laughing to himself. “sorry, obviously you are. bobby just told me to me ‘betty would be stopping by with everything’ and um…”

“i could be betty,” tommy says dryly.

“are you?” evan asks with a smile.”

“take off a few inches and give it a few years, we could be twins.” tommy sticks out his hand. “i’m tommy. i help out betty at the shop.”

evan takes his hand into a firm shake, but tommy can’t also help but notice just how warm and soft the guys hands are. it’s fine. everything’s fine.

“very nice to meet you tommy. here i’ll lead you to where you need to set everything up.”

and he does. tommy’s maybe two seconds into trying to come up with small talk questions in his head before evan suddenly turns to him and asks, “what kind of flowers are those?”

tommy looks over, a little surprised. not cause of the question but cause of the tone hidden in the words. it’s not the first time someone’s asked him that, but there’s something about the way evan asks him. like it’s not just curiosity, but genuine interest.

his lips curl into a smile as tommy gets to explain all his flower choices, what is what and why he paired them together.

and with each answer, evan smiles and asks another question. even at one point going on a little ramble about pollinators (he watched a documentary a few weeks ago and he’s since has had a newfound appreciation for bees)

and oddly enough in this place that should be filled with such dread and grief, tommy can’t help but notice this small warm blooming potential settling in between the two of them

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send me a fic title and i’ll tell you what fic id write for it!!