#Eternal Springtime

[the-faerie-courts]

[wizardnamensalex]

Have this as a little print on my wall and I don’t remember if I posted this or not

[arsonbabe]

Eternal Springtime - Auguste Rodin

Made in 1884, cast in 1910 - mid-1920s

Taken at the Art Institute of Chicago

This particular cast, displayed in the Art Institute of Chicago circa 2018, is extremely rare due to the difficulty of its production. Most casts of this work add a piece to support the male figure's arm and legs, but this one remains true to the artist's vision.

[lilystargazerwhite]

Four seasons

Todays Lily song

[heymrspatel]

an ode and all my deep love and respect to some of the sculptures that inspired me, that i kept rotating around, that made it to the first, second, even third drafts, but that ultimately i did not end up using for my silly kinktober project.

the list was long, but these six kept calling back to me. the lines, the forms, the angles, the emotion, the muscle, the movement, the anger, the love. a kiss up to the sky, thanks for keeping me company!

i put so much time and research and practice into these and i just hope that came across if even just a little bit 💙

Hendricks Christian Andersen - Jacob and the Angel (1909) Auguste Rodin - Eternal Springtime (1884)

Giuseppe Giorgetti - Barberini Faun (1679) Gian Lorenzo Bernini - The Sleeping Hermaphrodite (1620)

Jean Peter Molin - The Grapplers (1862) James Pradier - Satyr and Bacchante (1834)

[thoselovelythings]

[fabio-271205]

A few spring images I‘ve recently shot on Kodak Gold film stock (color/negative ISO200) with my 1964 Voigtländer viewfinder camera.

[cocoabuttavasa]

three’s a charm 🪄

with love,

B 🫀

[lifeinspired4u]

[the-faerie-courts]

•~Faerie Spring~•

[kentnaturaltribrid]

“We choose our own path. Our values and our actions, they define who we are.”

1. got bored

2. there’s 5 more days till Halloween 🎃 and 3 more days till Summer, so decided not much else is going to happen for a while unless there’s time.

Well that and seems like there’d be less to deal with some of these things than the rest of the pieces or piles of time. However, still going on with a few projects for the rest of seasons. Might have to start as early as June though if going forward finishing up them.

Blue- Warlock

Pink- Witch

White- Pure Souls

Red- Fall Magic and Pure Spirits

And as for other colors well, they’re just complex pieces in the pattern.

Yellow - Summer

Green- Spring

Orange- Souls and Spirits

Silver- Spirits and Communication

Dark Green-Blue; Death

Teal- Sound

Purple- Spirits and Voids

Other colors (Black, Brown, Ect);

Loosely connected back to ground level.

Black- Souls and Death

mahogany- Spirits and Connections

And then other colors outside of that, well a few are missing but should still fit in the pile.

[celineszoges]

Sunshine spring skiing in our Home and Native Land, Ceint de Fleurons Glorieux.

[lilystargazerwhite]

March 3: quick doodle of big eternity and Lily :)

Today Lily song:

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

@mousedetective 😉

Stephen Strange x Female Reader

springtime kisses in the rain - inspired by this moodboard created by @burnthoneymint

rating: general audience, fluff, a quick taste of smut to come…and MAGIC, of course 💖

word count: 1.3k

The sun shower passed almost as quickly as it came, and left the air filled with the freshness of spring and rife with the possibilities of romance. You couldn’t help thinking in such poetic, starry-eyed terms—not only because you were a hopeless romantic by nature, but because of the company you kept. For this all too fleeting afternoon, anyway.

You had it bad for the man at your side, and that was without him even trying. There was a magic to Stephen Strange beyond that of his scarred yet talented hands, and it had you enrapt beyond any hope of resisting. Months of slow burn flirtation—initiated by you and which he had hesitantly reciprocated at first, until he decided that he could trust you with his mind-boggling secret—had finally blossomed into dating. Today’s excursion to the Botanical and Butterfly Gardens of Central Park had been his idea—the picnic basket of decadent treats you carried, yours—and the afternoon had been utterly charming until the rain began to fall.

Stephen had immediately ushered you beneath a canopy of cherry blossom laden branches for the duration, surprising you when he smoothed back your wet bangs so he could press warm kisses to your forehead, a low thrum of contentment rising from his chest as he went on to kiss the raindrops from your eyes and nose, to finally hover a fraction from your lips. “Better?” he asked softly.

“Mmmmm…much,” you had hummed, replying with eager kisses of your own. Savoring the divine plumpness of his lower lip, tugging it gently between your teeth as you had learned he enjoyed. Your heart racing with happiness when he pulled you flush against him, dizzying you with the sudden hunger of his kiss. That’s when you lost track of time, and barely held onto an awareness of Nature’s vital life all around you. Lost in the perfect play of his tongue in your mouth, while Stephen planted one hand on the center of you back, and daringly cupped the other upon your breast.

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[cocoabuttavasa]

I was in the car and superpowers came on my shuffle. I actually lifted my head to the sky when the song told me to, looking up through the sunroof. everything was beautiful, the sun was beaming, the car was in motion, the birds were calm, the leaves on the trees were a vibrant shade of green and were blowing gently in the wind. the sky was so blue and the clouds were incredibly defined. everything was clear for a second, then suddenly the same clouds that were once clear in my vision became blurry through the tears I was weeping.

spring is officially here and I’m constantly reminded that there’s nothing like music in this world. the binding force that glues us all and makes us feel. I’m filled with an abundance of gratitude at the slightest thought.

the art of sound.

with love,

B 🫀

[borderline-frantic]

It didn’t bloom a sunrise, although I waited.

It didn’t soften with endurance, although I stood firmly.

It didn’t compromise with love, although I did, completely.

And I hold the world, in my embrace*

….a world of solitude.

My arms stretch out, uncontrollably, inconsolably, in what seems to be the length of a lifetime.

An orange moon that cannot ever predict if what’s to come is eternal darkness, or a glimpse of tomorrow, anew.