It’s October! You Know What That Means... 🎃 (via Kxvo)

Floriography by ms_134340 (15k)

Summary: Wei Ying wasn’t planning for things to get out of hand like this. Honestly, he just wanted to get flowers for his precious sister after all the help and support she had given him the past few years. He wasn’t even planning to get the flowers at that particular shop. He would have bought the flowers at the shop near jiejie’s house if not for the shop catching A-yuans eye. (Or Wei Ying and his son meet a handsome florist and both fall in love with him)

Tags: flowershop au, modernau, Single Dad Wei Wuxian, flowers as a love language, fluff with angst.

Notes: So, whose hungry for single dad Wei Wuxian and soft, adorable, A-Yuan today? I know I was when I opened the document… it’s incredibly sweet, probably could be labeled as tooth-rotting fluff, and Wei Wuxian is just so spot on. I love Lan Wangji, because he’s such a softie here. Please enjoy.

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Writing Prompts

“Oh sure, blame the murderer! Y’all suck!”

“Take it from someone who just blew their rent money on shoes, live your life.”

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, but hey, we now have a dog!”

“I’m not crying, it’s the onions I swear!”

“Listen to me very closely! You. Are. An. Idiot.”

“So what you’re saying is murder is definitely not up for discussion.”

“Well, think of it like this, even though you majorly screwed up everything, your dog still loves you.”

“Hey! Give me back my breadstick you heathen!”

“You left me alone with your cat and needless to say, they strike fear to my very core.”

“Talking? To people? Don’t be ridiculous!”

“That crocodile has some serious moves dude, look at him go.”

“‘Don’t poison the mayor, stop stealing from flower shops, don’t rob banks’, you’re no fun to be around.”

“I can sense I already don’t like you.”

“No dabbing at the wedding ceremony.”

“So I brought the snacks, who we murdering tonight?”

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

The Mermaid of Lily Lake by Andy Ivanov

uncanny 

MY LIFE IN A NUTSHELL

Brb gonna go cry in a corner.

another trope inversion of GAR/Guard interactions:

the GAR is entirely aware that Coruscant is a shit posting.

they're not blind; they can see all the anti-clone sentiment when they're on leave. even when they're deployed, it's not like they're cut off from all news - they know how many times bills for clone rights have gone to the Senate floor and been ruthlessly voted down. they can see how even their Jedi are restrained by the Senate dragging its feet and making bad choices and handling the war like it's a game of dejarik since it will never affect them personally.

very few politicians have the respect of the clones.

but the Guard still have to work with the spoiled, self-centered bastards, and the GAR knows that they're not being treated well. but what can they do? they have no rights, the Jedi are as trapped under the Senate's thumb as they are, and it's not like they can get regular citizens to do anything.

so they offer their support as much as they can. any Guard, any Corrie who needs help, all they have to do is find one of their brothers and it will be offered without any questions.

you'd think that crime rate would go up when battle-traumatized soldiers are given leave on a city-planet like Coruscant, but it actually goes down.

way down.

the thing criminals come to realize is that if you are being chased by one of the Guard, if ANY other clone catches sight of you, it is ON SIGHT. clones in casual clothes carrying food and drinks have dropped everything to immediately join a Guard's hunt, throwing themselves into the pursuit with glee and an energy that the usually-exhausted Guards often lack. (some of them howl. those, the criminal underground agrees, are the worst.) 

and with hundreds or thousands of clones wandering around during battalions' leave, it's possible to run into one of them anywhere. and they usually travel in packs.

best just to lay low for a while.

when it leaks that the Guard regularly run low on supplies, all sorts of things start to go missing on the venators. just a box or a crate here or there, ration packs or bacta patches or cold-weather gear. there are millions of clones and thousands of ships; it's not like every little thing can be tracked by the quartermasters. 

(rex realizes that, for whatever reason, his battalion is always prioritized for resupply, and rarely any questions are asked about their requisitions. rex takes immediate and shameless advantage of this. rex manages, somehow, to lose two entire bacta tanks, along with the bacta to fill them.)

and ofc the idea that started this whole ramble - when a shiny Corrie stumbles somewhere where some of the 501st are shooting the shit, causing everything to immediately come to a halt. the kid is clutching his helmet and one of his pauldrons to his chest; his hair is mussed up and there are tears on his cheeks and bruises on his face and unadulterated panic in his eyes. 

there's an angry call in the corridor.

the shiny flinches.

fives grabs him, hears him squeak, snaps out orders. echo yanks off his bucket and his upper armor; jesse lunges for a blanket. they hustle the kid into a chair, drape the blanket over his lower body, hastily swap his upper armor and helmet for echo's. fives shoves the armor somewhere, doesn't matter, it's out of sight with the telltale red, and they all barely have enough time to drop themselves back into the chairs arranged around the table and pick up their cards before some natborn stomps into the room.

anything we can do for you, sir? sorry, no, the Guard didn't stop in here. we saw him head back down toward the rotunda, though. yes, sir. have a nice day, sir.

they close and lock the door. fives goes back to the shiny. fives was instantly prepared to help a fellow clone in need.

fives was not prepared for tears.

the kid gets snot all over the inside of echo's helmet. they take him back to Guard HQ. fox is painfully, desperately relieved to see him. fox looks too-thin and too-tired but there is a fresh GAR-issued bacta patch covering a slash across the side of his cheek. he thanks them for saving the shiny, like that's something that ever needs gratitude, but is swept away before any of them can say that. 

fives doesn't think that misplaced bacta and pilfered rations are enough support for the Guard anymore.

thankfully, rex and the rest of the GAR agree.

Source

This is a very random post, but I just remembered this story my mother told me about her mother (my grandmother).

Basically, they were somewhere in France and they just had lunch in this cute little cafe and my grandmother went inside to pay. She wanted to pay with card because reasons, but back in the day, long long ago, paying with card wasn't really all that normal at the time, so she had to ask first.

The problem here is that my (Dutch) grandmother asked if she could pay with a

"card postale"

Which translated to Dutch literally means postal card (which is how you used to do credit card payments back in the day, apparently), but translated correctly means postcard.

So anyway, you have this annoyed feisty lady practically yelling that she would like to pay for her food with a postcard and a very confused waiter who tried to explain that you cannot pay with postcards for food and my grandfather who was just laughing real hard.

So long story short, my grandparents are fucking hilarious.