Happy Belated Birthday, Nico!

14th of February, 1920

(There's a slight mention of an unhealthy relationship)

Louisette stepped out of her car. It's been a long drive from her hometown to Paris, the city her friend lived in. She stood in front of a two-story house and pressed the doorbell. A black-haired woman, wearing a simple dress, opened the door.

"Bonjour, Cosette," greeted Louisette.

"Oh,my! Mon amie, why didn't you tell me you're going to visit me? I would've dressed more neatly!" Cosette pulled Louisette into a hug. She hugged her for a while.

Louisette smiled. "You look much more happier than before, friend. Didn't hear anything about him?"

"No, except from that article you wrote last week!" Cosette said. "I don't know why did you publish it, Louisette. Being separated from him is already enough for me."

"He didn't work his way to fame, Cosette. He just rode on yours. And that man– that man wasn't grateful enough to treat you nicely. He hurted you! People should know about how bad that Beaumont was!"

Cosette sighed. "I didn't mean it that way. What I mean is, why are you doing so many things for me, Louisette? You wrote that novel dedicated to me, and you were there for me when I was with him, and now you let people know about how he mistreated me.. How can I thank you?"

"No need to thank me. It's just what friends do, you know, helping each other."

"I guess you're right. Wait, I didn't notice you were still outside! Come in, come in! Also, you haven't seen my daughter, Aurelie, haven't you?"

Louisette lets Cosette hold her hand, leading her to the kitchen. Cosette introduced her to Aurelie and Cosette's maid, Marie. She also met Cosette's cat, Nocturne. It felt relieving for her to see Cosette feeling better.

Maybe staying here for a few days isn't a bad idea, Louisette thought.

And she was right.

"if you want we could take a break and then you could tell me abt it again" and let him ask you out?? No way

He had enraptured me. I view our relationship as something in between friends and lovers. I do not know how he feels. I do not know whether I genuinely have let go of my feelings or if I still hold onto it. He told me about his crush. I felt a tinge of envy. I wish I was more boyish. More attractive. So that if I'll ask him out he'd say yes. I wish I had never spoken to him at all.

i know that there are more important things to talk about and fiction is fiction and people are free to state their opinions and stuff but why the hell do people act like gale is worse than snow or coin? i was booing whenever he's trying to play "nice guy" to katniss but i saw someone say that commander thread was doing a favor when he whipped gale and and i was like "wtf"

It's kinda baffling how some people still think that the Pompeii eruption happened because of gay people lmaooo

Modelling enthusiasts look at a model who isn't a size 0 and act like it's the end of the fucking world like wtf do you mean "the inclusivity is too forced" just say that you want other people to conform to your standards bish

The piece he dedicated to Germi is guitar quartet no. 14, right? I found some recording of that piece! (The movements are separated though)

Movement I:

Movement II:

Movement III:

Movement IV:

Can we talk about THE GUITAR PIECES OF PAGANINI. Jisus, I can’t stop feeling like they’re so underrated, I mean- Listen, I’’m never romantic about music because of personal stuff, but damn… ‘Romanza’. ROMANZA. I feel like seeing a yard of just herb and butterflies flying around. It’s beautiful. And ‘Grand Sonata’ feels pretty nostalgic (maybe because my country took it to make a kids melody…. yikes). It’s just a safe comfort place when I listen to it. And not gonna imagine how GOOD could be the guitar piece he dedicated to Germi…

✨When Sunflowers change to Green Carnations info✨

» Colin's full name is Colin Gryngrasse! (Yes I know it's weird) The Gryngrasses were a rich aristocrat family.

» Lewis's full name is Lewis Percival Peverell (Oh look, even weirder).

» Colin used to be married to Eloise Harton, but turns out they're both stuck in a lavender marriage (basically, a lavender marriage is when two non-straight individuals of the opposite gender was married off to each other in order to protect their reputation or other reasons) so they split up.

» Lewis is a doctor with quite a good reputation. He treated a lot of upper class people, including Colin Gryngrasse.

» Lewis also became Colin's confidant after Colin accidentally told too much to him. He was able to gain his trust, and never told anyone.

» Colin is a poet, an actor, and a wine connoisseur (wow so random)

» I originally intended Eloise to be the antagonist, but I was like, nah

» Lewis's middle name was originally William

Edit: sometimes there's only one non-straight individual in a lavender marriage while the other is straight!

I did it, y'all. I LIKED MY OWN PHOTO HAHAHHhahahhaHahahah

people are playing games of telephone with information about palestine and sometimes it's harmless and sometimes it's not.

no. all of the hospitals in gaza have NOT been destroyed. all of them have been ATTACKED, none of htem are fully functioning anymore, but, NO, they are not all fully destroyed.

tweets by palestinians mourning the safety of the last FULLY FUNCTIONING hospital have been misconstrued as "no hospitals are left" and that misunderstanding leads to a sense of hopelessness that can translate into less medical aid going through to the hospitals that remain--damaged, attacked, more vulnerable than ever before but still standing.

israel has destroyed a large amount of the FUNCTIONALITY of all 36 hospitals but doctors are still doing their best within many of them. and need aid, calls for support, power.

i am once again on my KNEES begging y'all to not just spread one sentence tweets about the state of gaza from people who are... not in gaza. i am asking you to do more work to verify the information you spread.

A Museum Date, Part 2 (click here for Part 1)

We were walking around in the exhibit. I found something related to my sixth great-grandmothers. But what truly catched my attention was an illustration with a touchscreen and some headphones below it.

"Tori?" I searched for her, but she's already in front of said screen. She looks fond of the illustration.

"Oh. Sorry for not noticing you, darling. I was.. distracted," she said, smiling guiltily. I examined the illustration. There were two men in typical 19th century clothing pulling each other to an embrace, although I couldn't determine which decade. Definitely made pretty recently, as the art style is very anime-ish, and I doubt 19th century artists ever knew about such things.

On the screen, there was only a play button. Tori and I wore the headphones and she pressed play. Classical music begins to play. I glanced at Tori. She looked like she was reminiscing about something.

"Aloisia, have I ever told you about the story behind this piece?"

"No, what is it?"

She sighed. "Well, the composer of this piece is my favourite composer. The meaning of his first name is connected to victory, just like me. And his lover, whom he dedicated this piece to.. well, his first and middle name is a variant of Louis and William, and your first and middle name.." I saw tears form on her eyes. "Aloisia Wilhelmina, is also another variant of those names too.."

"So you were thinking about us?"

"Yes."

I looked at her in the eye, and she understood what I wanted to say.

"You're allowed to."

We moved closer to each other and had our first kiss.

After visiting other exhibits, we returned to our own homes in the evening. I carefully put my shoes under the bed, but my hand hit something unfamiliar.

Anxiously, I tried to feel it. It feels like a knob. I decided to pull the knob upwards. It opened a small, discreet storage. There seems to be some papers inside. I randomly took one out, and it was a charcoal sketch of a man.

Under the man's sketch, there is his handwriting: Alois Vilhelm, self portrait, 1819, and on the other side of the paper, there is another handwriting that looked different to his: My Beloved, My Dearest Alois.

I guess I already knew who's this Alois my family members are named after. Just needed some little research about his connection with the family.

And definitely not now, because I'm already tired.