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I quit my cafe job of almost 10 years. these are some bouquets I made throughout the years including the ones for our wedding reception
Ruby Lyn
Eat Pray Love (2010) dir. Ryan Murphy
– Audrey Hepburn
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Raven Hair Pin, vikingenes
The Crane Wives lyrics, Coyote Stories edition II @sasorikigai said: "when i was a child, my nerves ran wild." I was not a still thing. I was never a still thing. The world was made of edges and I was made of hands - reaching, gripping, testing every surface for what it could give and what it would refuse. A tree was not a tree to me but a question, and I was the answer that climbed before the question was even finished. The elders would call my name like a warning, like a prayer, like a stone thrown after a bird already gone - Hanzo, Hanzo, Hanzo - and I would hear them from somewhere above the treeline, cheek pressed to bark, lungs full of the kind of wind that only exists when you are small enough to still believe in it. I was not reckless. Do not call it reckless. I was curious in the way that fire is curious, the way water finds every crack - I had to know what the world was made of, and I could only know it through the soles of my feet and the sting of my palms and the beautiful, merciful resistance of the ground when it caught me falling. In the training yard I was already a small and impatient war. I would not wait for the signal. I never waited for the signal. The match existed in the moment my blood decided it did, and so I launched - all fire, all forward motion, a stone loosed from a sling before anyone's arm was raised - and sometimes I won and sometimes the earth pressed its cold face against mine and said not yet, little guardian, not yet. But I got up. I always, always got up. Not with grace, not with quiet - my face would do all the things a face should do with pain: scrunch and protest and flame and then, past the burning, settle into something that was not defeat. That was never defeat. There is a word for what lived behind my eyes in those moments, but I was too young to know it - I only knew the feeling, the I am not finished here, the way my feet found the ground again before my mind had fully agreed to stand. I was also, it must be said, a magnificent thief. I moved through the kitchen on feet that had learned to be shadows long before the masters taught me shadow, and I came away with dumplings still warm from the steam, tucked in the front of my robe like small, precious secrets. There was joy in the stealing - not cruelty, never cruelty - only the sheer, breathless can I, will I, watch me of it, the grin that split my face when the plan held. And if I tied a sandal strap, if I watched someone lurch forward with that magnificent surprised look that only the fallen can wear, I laughed - I laughed - with my whole body, helpless, falling over myself, and then I was running, and then I was bribing silence with a half-eaten dumpling pressed into an open, indignant mouth. I was maddening and I knew it. I wore it like a second skin. But underneath the mud and the mischief and the bruise purpling on my cheek, there was something older than the rest of me - something that lived in my chest like an ember that had always been there, waiting for air. If another child went down, I went to them. If fear swam in someone's eyes, my feet moved before my thoughts could argue otherwise. I pulled a boy from a river once - dove in without thinking, the cold a fist around my ribs - because he was there and I was there and the water did not get to have him. I did not understand yet what I was becoming. I only knew what I could not leave undone. I was small and wild and my hair was a catastrophe of wind and climbing, and I laughed in a way that could unravel a whole afternoon of tension in a training yard - openly, fully, the way children laugh before they learn to guard the sound of it. I did not know then that one day I would need to remember what that felt like. I did not know, yet, that such things could be lost. (canon)
The sun goddess listens to the grandmaster's story of his childhood. Of how, just like she was when was born into this existence, curious by nature. That innocent, rowdy, mischievous exterior that comes with youth. That at some point, although the sun goddess cannot imagine, this smaller version of Hanzo Hasashi, not because her imagination doesn't allow it but because this version he speaks of himself is different and uncharacteristic of him.
That these pieces of Hanzo, as he says, and much like her own childhood that feels like this far off place the sun goddess can only remember vaguely and hazily, is lost. What strikes Olivia the most is how alike they sounded as children. The sun goddess, who was secluded to reside on the sun itself, her birthplace, recalls how she would adventure alone and discover the life on a place nobody could never step foot upon.
The sun itself has no ground. It is pure plasma and yet the sun goddess, in her smallest form that she can recall, was but a small bouncing ball of energy with what one couldn't even call true limbs the way a normal human, but molten appendages that did their best to crawl, to run, or to roll. Olivia did not learn to float until years later, remaining to the plasma like exterior of the sun, treating it both as a home and playground on those curious boring days of living.
Her curiosity only grew when her mother, the sun itself, told her stories of the universe. Of how it was created. Of how the planets, the stars, the creatures and beings within it, thrived and produced life from the warmth they both radiated. Years of illustrations made of starlight and smoke. Years of stories and songs. Of those who worshiped the sun and one day would worship the daughter of the sun.
It is in that Olivia would grow her curiosity, for the world, for life, for mankind. Her childhood was not the same as Hanzo's but she cannot help but feel if she had been born a mortal child, made of flesh and covered in vernix, maybe she would've had been the same as Hanzo. Covered in mud. Finding joy in thievery. Defending friends, those who are equal of her, the same way the grandmaster once did as a boy.
"I was... not a still as well." Olivia begins slowly, chin down, trying to remember those early days of her birth. "The moment I was created, born into a piece of light and flame of my sun, I could not sit still. In the way I suppose a flame cannot sit still. Everyday I would wander, searching, curious of the star I was born on. A molten honeycomb of land that is not land."
"My eyes, from what I can vaguely remember, were not the deep gold they are not. They were bright. Bright and yellow and wide. It would've terrified anyone if they had saw me, small and fiery as I was. I remember seeing the my first comet. The way it melted and it's tail become this white glow that trailed after it until it died out. I did not understand it had died but I knew.. I knew I did not enjoy the way it disappeared."
"The sun was my playground. I knew of every inch of that star. When and how the plasma will erupt. Every sun spot. Every flare that dances along the surface. I learned to dance, with no true technique, to the songs my sun would sing to me. Songs of warriors and priests, of queens and kings, of creatures of every size and stature, and of every piece of nature that I could only imagine in my head because I was too young to leave home. Telling tales of people I would never meet and yet hoped that somehow I could one day."
"I was not unhappy. I would laugh and squee. Learning to float and fly. Learning to walk and to sing. Realizing I held a voice underneath all the light and heat. I would take my naps, even when I did not need it, but because I enjoyed the dreams I would conjure up taking me worlds I could not visit, and wake up longing for something else. My years of growth, taught by my mother sun, are years I would never regret or wish to replace. Yet there was a part of that remained unsatisfied. Restless and full of this unmet feeling that could not be healed by stories and songs."
She pauses, a small smile on her lips, one that this mixture of mournful and nostalgic for the past.
"Just as you say, parts of me from those years are lost, not because I had wished to lose it but because..." She gestures around, to where they are existing, within Earthrealm, inside the compound of the Shirai Ryu, her hands gesturing out. "... living with mankind, I learned tragically that life is not only filled with dancing, singing and life, but with war, famine, and death. That just as the first comet I witnessed in the first month I was created, not everything lasts, and all that is left is a blinding light that fades into darkness."
"I was curious too. I would sit at the north of the sun, sitting on my heels against the surface that is made of plasma, and admire the Earth in all it's wonder. I would see the clouds that cover the planet, this soft blanket of white I could not touch. I would tilt my head at the greens of the forests and the blues of the oceans. My home did not have such things, for the sun can be nothing but itself, a golden ball of molten lava, and all I could do was wait until I was permitted to leave to venture out to your home."
"I too needed to know how the world was made. How it was able to prosper, to grow, all because of the light of the sun. I needed to know how the place I called home was capable of spreading itself so far to others and creating life just by existing."
Olivia chuckles, humming afterwards, remembering the one moment of rebellion. How to her mother, that sun, had to spread it's power outward to retrieve her when it happened.
"I tried to sneak off once. Still a child, no bigger than a toddler of Earth, and attempted to float towards the planet. My... math was not exceptional. But I did not care. I wanted to go to the Earth, to hear and see what was actually down there, but I had barely manage only a few miles from my sun because I realized I could not control myself. I think that was the first time I felt fear and I was relieved when I was pulled back, embraced and comforted against the surface of my home. I would've been lost to space. Maybe I would've been extinguished. Turned into a small ball of ice. I had no control over my powers, not yet, and it was in that instance I felt dim and cool to the touch. Over time I realized that is how connected my divinity and mind are. I dim when I am scared, my darling Hanzo, and I now realize how easy I was prone to it as a child."
"I was both fearless and afraid. Just you did not understand what you were becoming, I too did not understand that I was capable of feeling two emotions are once. Now? Fear does not haunt me as it once did, capable of controlling what it does to me, and I cannot help wonder if that piece of me will eventually be lost one day."
Then, without a beat, her smiles shifts into fondness, sweeter and soft, at the grandmaster.
"I am happy to know that your childhood was full of explorations and fond memories, Hanzo. I am certain there were rough times, unpleasant memories, but to know you laughed with all that you were, that you found such joy in your childhood, and can still remember them, proves that maybe one day you will remember how it felt. Of course I would never call you reckless, just as I know you would not think the same of me but I cannot help but see that even as a boy, you carried a fire within you that still remains. A different fire perhaps, one that has grown to be trained and controlled but it is still your fire, Hanzo."
WIFE / HUSBAND APPLICATION:
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. ݁₊ ⊹ : 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 . . . roleplay sentence starters , ⁽ ⁰⁰³ ⁾ based on WONG KAR-WAI'S FILMOGRAPHY . genre: romance, drama, relationship .
Are we still partners?
This is the first time we've ever sat together.
Partners shouldn't get emotionally involved with each other.
My job is simple, I visit friends now and again.
I don't know any of these people, they don't interest me either.
One's profession is very often determined by one's personality.
I'm a lazy person, I like others to arrange things for me, that's why I need a partner.
Everyone has a past, even an assassin once had classmates at junior high.
TIME is doing an interview with me in the next few days.
Look, for old time's sake, I'll do things for you.
Would an insurance company underwrite a professional killer?
I always wanted to go to a wedding reception, but I know it's not my scene.
Shifting through a man's rubbish can make you find clues about their background.
There are some people you can never get close to.
I'm someone who plays things by the rules.
Keep out of sight, the cops are still outside.
Sometimes, strangers can become friends or confidants
I was very talkative when I was small.
One can't afford to be selfish.
I don't make a fortune, but I am happy.
I don't accept freebies from strangers, people will talk.
Listen, I know I'm difficult but I know some who aren't.
The fact that we're both quiet and subtle, probably explains the close bond between us.
What price a human life? Depends on your luck.
So, to make a living, I'll occasionally invest in other businesses.
I hate digging bullets out of my body.
Being partners, you get to understand each other. Almost able to read each other's minds.
I'd often leave some clues, to trace my actions or my whereabouts.
[He/She/They] have become part of my life, but nothing can remain the same forever.
We were together for some time. Let bygones be bygones.
I'll marry you, but I'll need some time.
I need a shoulder to cry on. The night is full of weirdos.
I wish I could tell [him/her/them] you can't slove problems over the phone.
I keep my thoughts to myself, but somehow [he/she/they] appears, as if they could read my mind.
Most folk experience first love in their teens, I was a bit older. Maybe I am too choosy.
They say love can change a person, I find myself become more kinder.
There is no miracles in this world.
Guess why I was yelling, waving and acting crazy earlier? So [he/she/they] could see me on TV.
Time will tell, I suppose. Perhaps I'm being a bit too optimistic.
They say ' love hurts, ' but it's different with me.. Something strange happens to me.
When you live out of a suitcase, you don't need a place of your own.
I'd stay away from the bar from some time. I couldn't bear hearing that song.
Working with someone for a long time, we're bound to be influenced in some way.
I think the perfume was a bit overpowering.
You may forget my face, but you won't forget my bite.
I hope [he/she/they] soon reaches the destination & find their soulmate for life.
Do me one last favour, will you?
The best thing about my job, I don't have to make decisions.
Being photographed will shorten your life, they say.
Trust me, you have my word, we are life family, right?
Can I have some small change, please?
Sometimes I run into old acquaintances, some haven't changed at all.
I'm glad to see them, even though they may not remember me.
I ran to my first love again, I don't think they recognise me.
I firmly believe that one mustn't get emotionally involved with their business partner.
I knew we'd never be friends or confidants, we'd let too many chances pass us by.
At this moment, I'm feeling such lovely warmth from you.
yall ever just yearn? ever get filled with the most profound sense of longing for something you cant understand? yall ever crave? ever have an unexplainable ache?
One of my favorite raptors to see, the American Kestrel. This little guy was finishing his lunch and allowed me to get a few close-ups before flying away.
Notting Hill (1999) Dir. Roger Michell
a primer for the small weird loves, richard siken
