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deathlessathanasia · 6 months

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From what I've seen, Poseidon generally seems to be considered a very temperamental and impulsive god, maybe the most temperamental and impulsive of all his siblings, but in the Iliad at least that is not how he is characterized and in fact we even have some instances where he advises caution to his sister Hera. If anything, she is far more temperamental and impulsive than him in this poem.

In Iliad VIII we have this interaction between Hera and Poseidon: "… lady Hera was angered, and started on her throne, shaking great Olympus, and she addressed the great god Poseidon: 'oh me, Earth-Shaker, wide-ranging in might, does not your heart in your very breast feel for the Danaans who are dying? They bring gifts for you up into Helike, and Aigai too, many of them and pleasing; you used to wish them victory. If only we were willing, we who aid the Danaans, to thrust the Trojans back and check far-thundering Zeus, then he would be sorry sitting there alone on Ida.' Then greatly troubled the lord Earth-Shaker addressed her: 'Hera, reckless in speech, what kind of word have you spoken? I would not wish for the rest of us fight with Zeus the son of Cronus, since he is far the stronger.'". Keep in mind that shortly before this Zeus had ordered all the gods to stay away from the battle and had threatened with severe punishment anyone who would offer assistance to either the Achaians or the Trojans.

In Book XX, it is again Hera who incites the gods to action and Poseidon the one who advises to wait and not do anything rash: "Nor did the son of Anchises escape the notice of white-armed Hera as he set out against the son of Peleus through the throng of men, and she, summoning the gods together, made a speech: 'Consider you two, Poseidon and Athena, in your minds, how this matter will be. Here comes Aeneas armed in gleaming bronze against the son of Peleus, and Phoebus Apollo sets him on; come, let us turn him back on the spot; or rather let one of us stand by Achilles, and grant him great strength, so that he does not fail in spirit, and so he may know that the best of immortals love him, and the other gods are so much wind, they who before warded off the battle host and fighting from the Trojans. …' Then answered her Poseidon who shakes the earth: “Hera, do not rage beyond reason; you should not. I myself would not wish us to drive the other gods together in strife, since we are much the stronger, so let us go aside from the haunts of men and seat ourselves upon a lookout point, and let the war be the concern of mortals. But if Ares starts to fight, or Phoebus Apollo, or if they should keep Achilles back and not let him fight, there and then the strife of battle will arise from our side too. …'"

Also compare the difference between the way Poseidon and Hera conduct themselves in the battle of the gods in Book XXI. While Poseidon encourages Apollon to attack first, being the younger, and reminds him of the insults they both suffered by Laomedon, Hera doesn't wait for Artemis to actually do anything or even talk to her before she hits her with her own weapons and makes her run away in tears.

There are some other instances in the Iliad where Poseidon shows himself to be more cautious and sensible than his reputation suggests. In Book XIII, when Zeus turns his gaze away from the battlefield, Poseidon takes advantage, revitalizing and inspiring the Achaians to fight. However, he takes care to do so secretly and in human guise because he recognizes that Zeus is older and more knowledgeable than him. In book XV, Poseidon is certainly angered by Zeus' attempt to bully him into submission and reacts to the message he receives with harsh and bold declarations, but he recognizes the wisdom in what Iris says to him and does relent and obey eventually even though he considers himself equal to Zeus in honour.

#poseidon #hera #greek gods #the iliad #ramblings

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reddancer1 · 3 months

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Art Deco is a design era with geometric patterns and modernization of every day items. From cars, architecture, furniture, fashion and everyday household items, these designs told the world that you have style.

Let’s face it, men are difficult to shop for. Christmas, birthdays, anniversary, it doesn’t matter, their tastes are unique and if they want something very specific, they would probably prefer to purchase themself. But for the men appreciates something vintage, especially clothing, there is always the sure fire gift. The vintage tie. Vintage clothes already says I’m I’m looking to live in a world of uniqueness, quality and beauty. These vintage clothes have held up for decades, I still don’t have the sweater from last year. These ties are colorful, fun, and tell others that I have something to say, and these clothes are going to say it for me. That’s the purpose of fashion. However, to understand any vintage, cars, architecture, furniture, or clothing, it’s first best to know some of the history behind it.

History

The origin of the necktie comes from the 17th century Croatian soldiers who wore a piece of cloth around their neck as part of their military uniform. King Louis XIII liked the look of this and adopted it in to his kingdom and named it La Cravate. Different kingdoms added this look displaying their royal colors representing their castle almost like wearing a family crest or a flag on your chest. England’s King Edward VII developed a University system that each private schools had their own unique color on a tie identifying what school they attended, like the famous Oxford or Harvard ties. The Ascot tie is almost like a handkerchief around your neck , it was seen at high holidays and military ceremonies.

During the 1800s exclusive businessmen club’s had their crest patterns on their tie showing exclusivity of the organizations they belonged. In the American West the Bolo tie became popular with a long strand of braided leather with decorative metal tips secured with a piece of silver in the middle. The brown bow tie was a solution to the working class so it didn’t get in the way of machinery in factories, then colorful bow ties were adopted with the young upper class and and also with stage entertainers think of a barber shop quartet.

In the 20th century the black bow tie was used for the tuxedo. However most of the long neck ties were a simple one piece of cloth that after several years became flimsy and didn’t stay in place. Men began wearing vests with a suit keeping their tie tucked in and in place. Although there were several innovations of men’s neckties these changes came slow until something revolutionary happened in 1924.

the 1920's

In 1924 Jesse Langsdorf, a New York taylor cut a three angular segments of fabric and sewed them together creating the Langsdorf tie. These Langsdorf ties start out narrow and become wider at the bottom and end with a sharp triangle. Almost all modern ties are made this way today. Because these ties no longer needed to be tucked in into vests, jackets became wider, looser and evolved into the a more casual blazer. Different knots were introduced showing there are several ways to tie a tie.

The Duke of Windsor created the Windsor knot, and there is the Grantchester, slip knot and the Pratt tie. Soon men found new designs on their tie as an extension of one's personality and expresses emotion and mood. In the roaring 20s F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote in length about the clothes his characters wore. In the Great Gatsby he wrote about how Gatsby wore a white flannel suit, a silver shirt and a bright yellow tie. Nick Carraway wore a bow tie making him look more studious and junior like.

Jazz musicians in the 20s wore loud bright colorful ties some at the Harlem Apollo Theater painted their ties to reflect the lights while on stage. In the 1930s and early 40s The Zoot Suits was a comedy team at the Harlem’s Apollo Theater thought up by Ernest "Skillet" Mayhand. During his shows the dancing men wore a broad-shouldered drape jacket, balloon-leg trousers and a flamboyant hat with loud bright yellow silk ties.

These suits became popular with Hispanic and Cuban young men. In Los Angeles as young local men were sent off to fight in the war many Hispanic workers replaced their jobs and were often seen wearing these flashy suits around town. After there was a local unsolved murder Hispanic men wearing these suits were blamed causing a race riot known as the Zoot Suits Riot.

After WW2

After the war in the 1950s came an explosion space age shapes, fins on our cars, giant signs on bowling alleys and colorful triangles on our ties. In the 60s ties got narrow and darker colors. In the 70s fabrics of rayon and polyester became popular and ties became wide with muted earth colors of orange and browns.

In the 80s came a resurgence of the bright and colorful silk tie. Ralph Lauren got his start in the clothing business by selling ties in New York and moved up to be head of wardrobe on the Robert Redford’s version of the Great Gatsby. He opened a chain of stores along with Brooks Brothers and became a part of the fashion era of the young YUPPY professional 80s look combined with the style of a well dressed sporty looking man. Many 80s musicians wore skinny ties and in the 90s more of the character ties became popular, like a tie with Space Jams’s Bugs Bunny on it. Today men are wearing less ties in this casual world which makes us hold on to the vintage Art Deco ties with all the more reverence. So this Christmas season browse eBay, Etsy, Poshmark, and always support your local vintage stores.

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year

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Eclipse: Chapter 13

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Adventure Characters: Apollo, Hades I think it's time we found out what Hades has to say for himself again, don't you? Also, little more ichor warning this chapter. I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! <<Chapter 12

HADES XIII

Paranoia May Or May Not Be Hereditary

Apollo’s fingers were thrumming constantly where they held his bow. That wasn’t a new tic – he’d been doing it on and off since first deciding to descend into Tartarus – but the accompanying motion of his other hand brushing again and again and again through the feather fletching of his arrows where they nestled together in his quiver made it abundantly clear that Hades’ nephew was on edge.

At least that meant his head wasn’t completely halfway out of Tartarus, trying to focus on his son instead of their current surroundings. Hades had had no choice but to remove Asclepius from Tartarus, not if he wanted Apollo to focus on their mission, and that had extended to even going so far as to defend the youngest god as he climbed, just to make sure he got out of the way and stopped distracting his nephew in a place where distraction could mean disaster.

He'd get his vengeance on Asclepius later, once this was all over and he no longer needed the full force of Apollo’s not inconsiderable attention on getting them through Tartarus as unscathed as possible. Already, dangers were showing themselves – the Phlegethon might not be able to touch him through his robes of souls, but it seemed to have no trouble scorching Apollo, and there was the state Apollo had been in upon their reunion to consider. The Cocytus, too, had come far closer than Hades had liked to causing him potential harm.

That was once again their next river crossing, and Hades did not look forwards to having to support Apollo across the way he had once been supported by Zeus, unless the younger god had a mental fortitude far beyond anything Hades could think to credit him with. There was a chance that Apollo might know enough about the river to mentally prepare himself, but likewise there was a chance that, like Hades himself, that would simply cause the river to find a different angle of attack instead.

Regardless, they could not reach the prison without crossing the river, so Hades refused to allow any hesitation as he led the way.

The exit to the Overworld was approaching; on this route, they would need to pass it, and already the signs were there in the long lines of monsters snaking their way across the unforgiving expanse of the Pit towards the long, near-vertical tunnel that led out. Hades had no intentions of going out of his way to stop the monsters – it was an ever-occurring cycle, and for every monster that even he and his Stygian Iron blade cut down, several more would reappear in their place.

That was a demigod battle, not his.

He half expected Apollo to disagree, to at least try and lessen the numbers this wave of monsters would unleash upon the Overworld, but his nephew seemed more preoccupied with his bow, his quiver, and fugitive glances behind them, as though he thought they were being followed.

Hades frowned and cast out his senses.

Monsters, of course, were dogging their footsteps at a safe distance, once again observing and tracking but not suicidal enough to attempt to take them down, but he could sense nothing worse than that, nothing that should have Apollo concerned.

He recalled that Apollo had been able to sense Asclepius despite not even expecting his presence, while Hades hadn’t even registered the weak god despite knowing he was there, and after a moment of deliberation decided that it would be better to know what, exactly, Apollo appeared to be noticing that was eluding him, rather than be blindsided by another argument.

“What are you looking for?” he asked, keeping his voice quiet and his eyes on their route ahead. The nearest line of monsters had noticed them and were chattering to themselves, debating if they should avoid or attack the gods in their midst. Hades paid them no mind; should they attack, it would be their last mistake.

“Can you sense anything behind us?” Apollo replied, his voice equally quiet.

“What can you sense?” Hades returned, unwilling to admit that there might be something he was missing, and in his periphery he saw Apollo’s shoulders droop infinitesimally.

“Hellhounds, empousai, dracaenae…” he murmured. “Nothing more than the regular monsters around us.”

So Hades wasn’t missing anything.

“Would it reassure you to know I do not sense anything beyond those?” he asked. “There is no need to be so visibly on edge, Apollo. You will invite boldness from the masses if you continue like this. I will not say there is nothing in here that could pose a challenge to us, but they are not near us.”

“I hope so,” Apollo murmured, apparently somehow unconvinced, as though he thought they would be unable to sense something powerful enough to pose a genuine threat.

Hades decided it was best to dismiss his nephew’s paranoia – he had not thought Apollo had inherited that particular trait from his brother but perhaps he had been wrong about that – and continue to focus on their journey.

Then he felt it.

It was a flicker of something, lasting less than a second before disappearing again, so completely it was as though it had never been there.

Hades did not recognise it, but two things were immediately apparent. Firstly, whatever it was, it was powerful, far more so than anything else save the rivers he had encountered so far in this sojourn into Tartarus. Secondly, perhaps Apollo was not so paranoid after all.

He was at loath to admit the second point out loud, but Apollo’s nervous tics had not altered at all, had neither stuttered nor increased at the sudden flicker that had come from somewhere deeper into the pit, and if the younger, weaker, god had not noticed it, it would cost him an extra microsecond of time to react.

“Did you sense it?” he asked, pitching intent into his low voice so Apollo should tell it was no idle inquiry. The fleeting pause in the fingers thrumming against the bow gave him his answer before his nephew spoke.

“Sense what?” Apollo replied, equally quiet.

It had only been a split second, brief enough that lesser beings might doubt their senses, but Hades did not. Something was out there, and nothing in Tartarus could be assumed as anything less than antagonistic.

Hades stretched out his senses in that direction, to see if he could get a firmer grip on it, if it would appear again, and got another flicker. Closer.

“Something is coming,” he warned, steadily withdrawing his sword from its sheath in preparation. Instantly, Apollo had an arrow on the string of his bow.

“What sort of something?” the younger god murmured, golden eyes scouring the direction Hades’ senses were extended in intently. Apollo may not be able to feel whatever it was Hades could detect, but he could clearly follow where Hades’ attention had stretched.

A third flicker brushed his senses and with it an echo of clarity. Hades frowned; he couldn’t do a strict identification, but he could tell enough to know that this could be a problem.

“A giant.”

It was not Alcyoneus. That, Hades could tell instantly – he knew the feeling of his own bane far, far too well to ever mistake it for another. But it was one of his brethren, and that did not bode well.

Apollo swore, with far more intensity than Hades had expected him to, and added a few more arrows to his string.

“Where?” he asked, bringing the bow to full draw, but before Hades could answer, something came whistling through what passed for air in Tartarus in their direction.

His nephew clearly needed no assistance in locating those, letting his arrows fly and knocking the offending attack away with multiple clatters as arrows hit the incoming projectiles.

Apollo stood as taut as his own bowstring, more arrows already jumping to the string as he drew it back again.

Laughter rang out about them, melodious in a way that no giant’s voice had any right to be, and Hades narrowed his eyes, trying to detect the precise location of the giant in question.

“Hiding behind your uncle, this time, Apollo?” the voice boomed out. It sounded amused. “No more petty tricks up your sleeve?” Movement caught Hades’ attention; the figure that materialised out of what appeared to be nothing was small, for a giant, and didn’t even have the serpentine feet he associated with them, but the power radiating from it was unmistakable.

Beside him, Apollo made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snarl, feral in a way Hades had never expected to hear from this particular nephew of his. “I am not hiding,” he spat vehemently, and any doubts that this giant was Apollo’s bane were immediately banished. There was a personal connection, personal grievance, between the two of them that could mean nothing else.

Hades had seen Apollo angry on occasion; he had certainly seen the aftermath of his nephew’s fury when the unfortunate recipients ended up in his domain. This raw hatred emitting from the younger god was new. Arrows were nocked but his bow wasn’t yet drawn, although the blazing golden flames in his eyes – simmering away from yellow hues and edging towards whites and blues – made it clear that Apollo just needed one excuse, any excuse, to lash out.

The giant laughed again, and finally made the last step to fully reveal his form. He had a handsome face, although it was streaked with gold as though something had clawed at his face with the intention of taking the false eyes. “You should be,” he taunted. “You and I both know you can’t defeat me, Apollo. All you can do is run away, play your pathetic tricks, and hope something else interferes in your favour.”

“I do not believe we have had the displeasure of crossing paths before,” Hades interrupted, seeing no reason to let the giant continue riling Apollo up, and also disliking the way he was being completely dismissed as unimportant. He was certain, from not just the interactions between the giant and his nephew, but also the sight of Hephaestus’ work upon the giant’s face, of his identity, but Apollo’s bane or not, he could not ignore Hades.

“We have not,” the giant confirmed. “My name is Orion, the greatest Hunter to walk the earth.”

Beside Hades, Apollo scoffed. He still hadn’t raised his bow, but he was holding it ready, and Hades knew he could draw and fire it in less than a blink of a mortal eye from that position. What his nephew was waiting for, he did not know, although it was likely that just as Apollo had shot Orion’s arrows down, the giant might be able to do the same to Apollo’s.

“Your bane, I presume,” he said to the god next to him, feigning ignorance – if Orion would disrespect him then he was all too glad to return the favour, but the giant roared with laughter, showing no sign of being offended.

“Apollo’s bane?” the giant repeated. “Oh, no, Lord Hades.” The title was not said with any respect at all. “I was not created to oppose Apollo.” Orion grinned. It was not a pleasant grin, leering and self-important, and bared perfectly shaped teeth stained with gold. “I was created to oppose the Twins.”

Several realisations snapped into being at once.

Gold-stained teeth, and the bite to Apollo’s throat. This was the reason Apollo had been in such a state after retrieving Asclepius. His nephew had already faced the giant once since arriving in Tartarus, and clearly he had escaped rather than won the confrontation.

The bane of the Twins. Not Apollo, and not Artemis, but both of them, together. One giant for two Olympians. Hades had already known that, of course, but he had never known how Orion had been defeated the first time, and he didn’t like the emphasis the giant put on the fact that he was the bane of both. Orion’s claim that Apollo could not defeat him may have been a reference to the fact that most gods required the assistance of a demigod to take down a giant, but could it also have meant that Apollo and Artemis had needed to stand together against this one? That even with the help of a demigod, Apollo alone could not win?

Hades was greater than Artemis; the lack of a demigod was still an issue, but in terms of godly strength, they had enough to take down the giant – so long as Apollo focused.

“My business is not with you, Lord Hades,” Orion continued. “So, please excuse me.”

At a speed that Hades was certain rivalled Apollo and Artemis, the large, complex bow swung up, arrows bristling together where they all clung to the string, and multiple thick, black arrows whistled towards them.

No, not them, Hades realised. Towards Apollo.

Despite being stood next to the younger god, it was immediately apparent that Hades was not the target for any of the projectiles. It was almost an offence, to be passed over so completely, save for the fact that, as Apollo’s bane, it was only natural that he would be Orion’s sole target.

Bane or not, it took more than a flock of arrows to threaten the god of archery, and golden arrows flashed past Hades with unerring aim, once again knocking all of Orion’s to the ground.

Apollo had fired more arrows than Orion; while the black ones all clattered down, two golden ones continued past the chaos, headed straight for the giant. Still, for a giant that was all too easy, and Hades watched as the bulky bow knocked first one and then the other aside, a vicious grin marring his handsome face.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted. Hades expected him to go for his quiver – still full of the vicious-looking darts – and fire another volley, but Orion clearly had other plans.

Perhaps he knew that, despite all his posturing, he would never be able to out-shoot Apollo. The god in question had no witty comeback – a clear sign that something was very wrong – but fired a fresh volley of his own.

The giant moved.

For a giant, Orion was small, and his feet were unusual. Unfortunately, it seemed the human-esque qualities of his body lent themselves to feats Hades had not seen other giants manage with anywhere near as much success – evasion and speed.

Orion danced past the volley, and then the next, shooting some arrows back at Apollo but for the most part dodging or knocking aside the golden hail of projectiles, and every step brought him closer to the gods.

Usually, Apollo had no problems manifesting arrows out of mere thoughts, but Hades had already noticed that Tartarus had slowed his ability to do so marginally – nothing dramatic, but against Orion, it was clearly enough to make a difference. What had started as a continuous stream began to stutter as Apollo’s restocked quiver emptied and he had to consciously summon each flood of arrows to his bow. Against most opponents, it wouldn’t make a difference.

Orion ducked under the latest barrage, his grin one that could only be described as blood thirsty, and then – to Hades’ complete surprise – dropped his own bow. It landed on the sharp glass of Tartarus, and part of Hades hoped he’d just ruined the weapon but there was no sign of damage, not even a single slice to the string.

He didn’t get a chance to take a closer look, not when Orion lunged straight at Apollo, receiving arrows point-blank to his shoulders but clearly unconcerned. Apollo was his usual size, human because his obsession with humanity demanded nothing else, and the giant over half his size again bearing down upon him made for a concerning sight.

The wicked sharp hunting knife Orion whipped out from a pocket in his quiver at the last second transformed it into an alarming sight, and Apollo stumbled backwards, eyes wide.

Ichor splashed down to the ground, loud even against the background hum of whispering monsters.

Orion’s grin grew wider, splitting his face in two. “You didn’t think the bow was my only weapon, did you?” he gloated, his body pressed against Apollo’s. Golden eyes flickered and the god coughed.

More gold splattered the duo’s feet, the sight jolting Hades into action.

This might not be his battle, but down in the Pit, he was the only ally Apollo had.

And maybe he did not like this smug giant with his blade buried in Apollo’s torso, no doubt angled exactly to miss ribs and puncture vital organs in what would be a fatal blow, were Apollo mortal.

Apollo was not mortal, but it was still a severe wound.

He didn’t make a sound, was not prone to exaggerated shouts unlike several of his brethren, but the stab of his sword, aimed through the chest of the giant, was evaded as Orion slipped back, slinking away from the attack with all the grace of a striking serpent. He still held his knife in one hand as he scooped up his bow in a single, fluid, motion, and stepped outside of Hades’ immediate striking range.

“I thought I said this does not concern you, Lord Hades,” the giant repeated, his twin laser eyes pinning their gaze into Hades’ own. Hades’ response was to shift his stance into something more combat-ready, prepared to strike the moment Orion moved.

Next to him, a jagged hole in his armour where it had clearly been utterly useless against the attack, Apollo dragged himself into an upright position again and hovered a hand over his empty quiver. More arrows appeared. Ichor continued to trail sluggishly down his front from the wound, but he didn’t even grimace as he brought his bow up once again.

With the absence of a demigod, Hades knew this was a fight Apollo could not win. How he had escaped the first time – presumably with an injured Asclepius in tow – he did not know, but it was obvious that whatever tricks he’d resorted to back then had only bought him a short amount of time.

And this time, Orion was prepared for them.

Hades did not know how they were going to sufficiently put the giant in his place without some sort of demigod aid, which would not be forthcoming, but it was clear that they could not advance any further until they did so – and while Orion was clearly a match for Apollo, that did not mean he was a match for Hades.

It was common sense that had him adjusting the Helm on his head – the blanch of Orion when the full force of fear slammed into him was particularly satisfying – and allowing himself to begin to fade away into the shadows.

“Your opinion on the matter is of no consequence to me,” he said as he felt the power of the Helm envelop him. “Things concern me if I say so.” A sideways glance at Apollo, which went unnoticed by either giant or god due to the Helm, showed his nephew’s face pale as the radiating fear brushed past him, but his grip on his bow didn’t falter. “And I have decided this fight does concern me.”

With those words, he moved, invisible and intangible, growing as he did so until he was a shade taller than the giant, and positioned himself behind Orion. His sword flowed as a natural extension of his being, and he slashed straight through the giant’s neck.

Chapter 14>>

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azxremoon · 1 year

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hi el ... just want to come in quick to say HI <3 and OH MY GOD i love your ffxv self insert and your theme :(( also on your writing sb bcs prompto aaa he is the best fr T__T love your taste in characters fr hehe and hi how are you i am checking up on you since it has been a while. i hope you are well !! <3 may i also just say i love you /p and your selfships and selfinserts your f/os love you very much fr HEHE OKAY that's all for now, take care alright and have a great week >< !!!

APOLLO HI HI i'm doing good, how about you? i saw you're on a little hiatus to focus on school, so i wish you the best of luck on your studies! take breaks when you need to and do your best!!

if i'm ever gonna use a dima theme again in the case i change it, it is has to be here bc of the url!!! HE DESERVES THE WORLD AND I WILL GIVE IT TO HIM. and about my self insert, im crying omfg you're too sweet :') do you have any selfships? i'm always happy to listen if you do and would like to share!

his little smile in your pfp, prompto is my precious little guy :') ngl i love his versus xiii design and how silly he is in it. THE WAY HIS TONGUE STICKS OUT AND JUMPS ON NOCT AND GETS TOSSED IN A HEADLOCK BY GLADIO. i love him a normal amount i swear T-T we have the same taste in characters and i love that for us /gen another person to squeal over dimitri and prompto and other lil blorbos :)

I LOVE YOU TOO AND SENDING YOU MANY HUGS RN /p

#[ •☆• chatting ]#[ .☆. mooties ]#[ .☆. apollo ]

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gardenofadonis · 2 years

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TBC characters as major arcana cards in R-W tarot

0. The Fool: Patroclus

I. The Magician: Kampe

II. The High Priestess: Cassandra

III. The Empress: Hecuba

IV. The Emperor: Agamemnon

V. The Hierophant: Laocoon

VI. The Lovers: Zagreus & Eurydice

VII. The Chariot: Watchman

VIII. Strength: Clytemnestra & Aegisthus (as the lion)

IX. The Hermit: The Oracle

X. Wheel of Fortune: Macaria & Polyxena

XI. Justice: Polydorus

XII. The Hanged Man: Askalaphos

XIII. Death: Hades

XIV. Temperance: Luba

XV. The Devil: Polymestor

XVI. The Tower: Kronos

XVII. The Star: Iphigenia

XVIII. The Moon: Artemis

XIX. The Sun: Apollo

XX. Judgement: Neoptolemus

XXI. The World: Persephone

#because i'm procrastinating #may elaborate later #idk probably won't #the burnt city #punchdrunk #tarot

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libidomechanica · 25 days

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XII

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XIII

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XIV

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the wrinkling popularly Mad?

XVI

While I love you, I engraue in my veins.

Silent; but descending Clyde therefore

did the million’d of alabaster.

XVII

A man and wisely Joyn, the not do

they had obey’d an Idoll Monarchy.

To leave met her sigh’d, or belief.

XVIII

And I believe it. Then laws were friendship

False, false to forsake the air is

full; by all thy revenge did mercy!

XIX

All the forever wauks. Softly, Grace;

yet each unbounded the neck was rosed

with dew. Which, snatcht in Masquerade.

Thy teares a hope to flow. Yet I

shoulders bare of all one, ever, when

our only live in deathful fancy.

XXI

While gazing on, till with relief undoes

yours, it is to breaks with Maiesty.

Had it a little bent upon me.

XXII

Mothers throughout hope, life, and the

Government it sounded too little for

me. Ever show, who, moving her teeth.

XXIII

And dark, has exercis’d the page—the

end is prey. And what could sooner fight;

tis Apollo when two or thou art!

XXIV

A Church and light? They turned each me thy

beauty walks this way to say, mine distant

electron waits his eyes sent too.

XXV

Limbs: he rolls of that hides always does.

Some want to say, Remember being

a cockney ear. With a sweet fingers.

XXVI

Might seems, to take it Sir, ’ and pointing

shame! But Ida with round her Ground: they

glared upon their Humour of basalt.

XXVII

My wealth, and sweet flower, or to survive.

Our enemies have don’t know somewhere

she smiling over Civil Wars.

XXVIII

Then some other us. Kind Husbands

and pray. All night, and rashly judge his

Cellars, and wayward against my part.

XXIX

Thought to get marry yet; I’m o’er the

punch. Whatever young to drop equals

the brave as all above her towers.

XXX

Till his harlotte Street, Home, Euclid,

Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett

Ave. Of Lethe noise overhead.

XXXI

When Kings. Hers burn clear sprite, disdains my

Mothers fall eat thy helpless was, but

when thou might be freër under so!

XXXII

Palatine mulciber’s core: not these

for me. I sat in sigh; and Peals of

metal, those two at her father’s day?

XXXIII

And led a hundred maybe, blacke seem’d

of Summer in the grueling watch and

such soothe my essence, the pestilence!

XXXIV

And now we reached at th’ unequal

Fates, and tired. The need to attend

a temper of all of us.

XXXV

Only wedding fears, I am going

about. One day you went them up,

gotten, and drags me deaf and your Reign?

XXXVI

Directly in another he wondrous

mountain- side, with love. Native course

untrimm’d; and as they rightfully sing?

XXXVII

You wert not at all it a fear and

hospitality. Cold words and hid

and thy mother’d at dew so sweet babes?

XXXVIII

When e’r their Brains his golden chaine there

is the lord, whose two are only,

carefully? Once would free and past a shades.

XXXIX

Royalty the place. Some lucky

Revolution, sent in the drops of your

glory is thing. On the Cherries me.

Down in the Wise. The golden pomp is

companied with such a kiss&hands, from

his books anointed dar’d, when he sang.

XLI

When Goethe has died of euerie image which

to its breast too much burning, and traps

of me, which may not how far awa.

XLII

No eye where she meek came with the sea.

To truth askance and I, in more clear.

And by the tempers a thousand doat.

XLIII

The quaystones you keep her leafy

locks of books so he burning, happy

Love! If thou art a schoolmaster out?

XLIV

But now for Blinds! And nurse, to walk … if

simply as the chickens, hoeing yams,

call Jebusites your life design’d.

XLV

And now, the made. They said with delight,

who wore the soft and pale with

melancholy understanding across me.

XLVI

Sighs, and the Duchess’ cheeks alightings

brings with what will he found, and then did

ride, so weeping an hour: come to me.

XLVII

Let go. It’s no the time sheep and wear

thy dear to year forgot; cool waves might

I not lie open shouts of this grow?

XLVIII

But Common Teutonic shade. Which the

Day, misguide with my signet are mingle

self as filchers mingled, while faint!

XLIX

Some this Disease in both one deep chamber

her breast, my friend and note, and the

full of the Wise. The vi’lets spring?

His clumsy hold; and Turbulent of

his and past a shadows dire. In

simmer, sir; and wide, sam slips will be!

Oh that wasn’t it. Oh that your eyes of

a Democrat, autocrat— one who

once she will was hot, and Paradise.

LII

Tree and ask thus. To kiss than to

advancing, lustful, secret flower, on

a descend, no True Successors Reign?

LIII

Yes; and hour in each a we-see poem.

And due to live in dear soul of

the Record, by that which gifts, unknown?

LIV

To thy longings to hastens on things,

tan sacred Prophets rage: the People

of Dung. It will tak me eerie, sir.

Doubt there wet with no knowable

envelope, within, applying underfoot.

Knelt on one, bend&curve against you.

LVI

And it has ears to plaintive moan, I

mournful gloomy Winter, if her liue.

Oh lift my ain death do, if they brim.

LVII

When to Sin our neighbour parts maimed, I

am that to mow: and as the princes

Son. Of ashes all of the heath!

LVIII

What Standard is there. For though stress, with

brighter; and he whose cureless Lump,

like the mind prints his eyes in small hand.

LIX

And blear-eyed fly to the slender shook

the punch. Slow- stepp’d, yet doth grace, like a

stone, or not beauty’s field nods its head?

I sweare he cannot be the toes. Despair,

half-lapt in glowing to thy teares

expresses high degree, whom King?

LXI

Round, round the most fervent and Prophets

Sons of this face. With Oaths affirm’d, with

his Feet. The first crack open before.

LXII

Into a shadow, like bowls If you

said fair Scotia hame and lay the Sage

bed! Sweet babe yet in heart’s core: no more.

LXIII

The banners that mind advance aside.

Yet she will belief undoes you and

I rose in me. In acrylic fur.

LXIV

Made old Enthusiastick breed of each

into traffic. And all her sake; but

stay, in true old Enthusiastick breed.

LXV

When I am calling, that all. When

I was afraid lest she were the whispered

lowly mind without here, I say?

LXVI

Round, each unbounded, issuing

ordinary wife, the corner strange and

justifi’d the fingers light shower.

LXVII

If thou return. In day and thrice o’er

there in the royal right moon on my

breathe upon a thronelet, the bays.

LXVIII

They still were born to virgin mantle,

and peace, then. Who nere confined doors to

bear unless wilds; her eternal life?

LXIX

Body join’d experience too; so

much burning, our body be. And in

extremes decry’d; with her golden breast.

LXX

In vain? Me, whose part as their moon-faced

in perfect strain her feet of sea and

all Breast, my free from thy dewy down.

LXXI

Fair Hermes prick their own. If thou return

that’s far remote, still swollen shuns

the dust to thine Image through my hate.

LXXII

I saw, and to-day, he’ll let me known.

And mantle in the Yellow Autumn,

dropping of fresh and why is it man.

LXXIII

With cold Cause receives his fear, that roars

before, that shin’st thou art. The Southern

sky; thy tears The lone Eternity.

LXXIV

And rumour of ice exchange the way,

the table ash or the warm on

amorous was a Fool. Beyond his wont.

LXXV

By some gentle as freedom or reason

at all to the thou art thou, when

Hells dire. We face the couering death.

LXXVI

Vista of year forgotten loose

Carriers his Estate; where, please. I said

fra Pandolf’s hands so lately take you.

LXXVII

Let go. That their face, the turned half-shut

feathers in such the command; to your

Sacred Property were all possessed.

LXXVIII

And, replies: the sober part of fitful

dreams of thee die! Ceased Course, to leave.

At once, some quiet in any room.

LXXIX

Waits with me. That fond will the bone. And

even now in port of Europe’s

latter down, and last year’s lease you made.

LXXX

Since I have been fitted in a blasting

swift of the needs must never dye,

love you ended bosoms fits! Tonight?

LXXXI

It surely die. Now on the prey to

the State, as them up: she saw the grasses

pricking thy worth but she shoots will.

LXXXII

Over thro’ the spoke, and the mind, and

ask the rivers, stay! The cloudy rack,

south-westward to turn the Jebusite.

LXXXIII

In this horse louder gale hand die a

meteor, and there we will soothe my

essence? Yet I sense is due at all.

LXXXIV

Thus truly fair weathers, flutter from

car to me! Rush hour, I shall forward

the arms to holds a pane of us.

LXXXV

Harsh and prunes. They, sunlight euen thou want

to a cause it’s like an unresist

not bring? Ran the glory of a worse.

LXXXVI

My wrong, to the Noble still front it

so. Since saucy jacket as you stop

posterity, which, coupling Despair.

LXXXVII

The Jews Rebell. And other Errors

that nest and put the date of his

cruelties of our immortality.

LXXXVIII

In me nothing here, to be too near

pool, where awake! Singing couldn’t be some

dull and each other till weary lust?

LXXXIX

Loyalty? That was it that that his

Goodness growes one was, transform the

dear to some vial; treasure shadows.

Nor his own, and briefly the tide: an

universal influence of my

Plot. Of shrieked the backward by the pure?

XCI

And my jewel. The solitude, to spoil

his eye plunged down son, to nurse, to two

or the stool, she, whose tears in the vale?

XCII

I gave our new hands, now set a wrath

shalt find your palaces where those tallest

hope, of love. In the cold woman.

XCIII

I miss him raised, and when in thee it

is to kill instead of this blest: heaven!

Self-involved; but with oxygen.

XCIV

It not; she young, ’twad be a signifies

me giddy, makes my wings, tho’ poor

rhyme. Her thrown into absent night holes.

XCV

Eyes, was call’d from the Mighty Years, of

spices the plain, swoon’d, tis time, O passion

ev’rywhere. Amid mats of mine?

XCVI

From the elevator i crouched at

the Jews Rebell. And some wander shade.

The bay crown’d wi’ plunder; and which words.

XCVII

For human sideways, as free in sunny

mead and rashly judge a Cause. And

you inside your lips with endless praise.

XCVIII

For your selves as stone here thou bring a

silver snow carefully? The will fall

that hope, of gratified thirsts appear!

XCIX

Where they steps, and due to languish drear,

hot, glaz’d, and clouds, as long, up in my

rhyme. Then, whether did most most my way.

Israel was declar’d when Nature’s gently

swannish music. Whose Oath to walk

… if simple grew lucent electrons.

A beauty being as I contemns

poverty?: Out spake: when fire they by

my poor solitudes, that to flow.

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International Day of Human Space Flight

The beginning of the space era for mankind

The General Assembly, in its resolution A/RES/65/271 of 7 April 2011, declared 12 April as the International Day of Human Space Flight “to celebrate each year at the international level the beginning of the space era for mankind, reaffirming the important contribution of space science and technology in achieving sustainable development goals and increasing the well-being of States and peoples, as well as ensuring the realization of their aspiration to maintain outer space for peaceful purposes.”

12 April 1961 was the date of the first human space flight, carried out by Yuri Gagarin, a Soviet citizen. This historic event opened the way for space exploration for the benefit of all humanity.

The General Assembly expressed its deep conviction of the common interest of mankind in promoting and expanding the exploration and use of outer space, as the province of all mankind, for peaceful purposes and in continuing efforts to extend to all States the benefits derived there from.

The Voyager Golden Record shot into space in 1977 with a message from humanity to the cosmos – and decades later, it stands as a reminder that we are all connected. The United Nations displays a replica of the Golden Record at its Headquarters, and shares a deep connection to the process of creating it. A NASA committee asked the UN to provide materials to include on the playlist, and the first words on the Record itself are those of the then-UN Secretary-General expressing hope for peace and friendship with whoever discovers and plays it. Bill Nye “The Science Guy,” CEO of the Planetary Society, walks viewers through how to decipher the Golden Record, its significance today, and how reverence for the universe can inspire action for our planet. This aligns with the ongoing work of the United Nations to promote international cooperation in the peaceful use and exploration of space. The Director of the UN Office for Outer Space Affairs, Simonetta Di Pippo, explains the significance of the Golden Record in our world now. “The undertaking of the Voyager project reminds us of who we are, where we came from, and that we should treat each other with care.”

Background

On 4 October 1957 the first human-made Earth satellite Sputnik I was launched into outer space, thus opening the way for space exploration. On 12 April 1961, Yuri Gagarin became the first human to orbit the Earth, opening a new chapter of human endeavour in outer space.

The Declaration further recalls “the amazing history of human presence in outer space and the remarkable achievements since the first human spaceflight, in particular Valentina Tereshkova becoming the first woman to orbit the Earth on 16 June 1963, Neil Armstrong becoming the first human to set foot upon the surface of the Moon on 20 July 1969, and the docking of the Apollo and Soyuz spacecrafts on 17 July 1975, being the first international human mission in space, and recall that for the past decade humanity has maintained a multinational permanent human presence in outer space aboard the International Space Station.”

UN and Space

From the very beginning of the Space Age, the United Nations recognized that outer space added a new dimension to humanity’s existence. The United Nations family strives continuously to utilize the unique benefits of outer space for the betterment of all humankind.

Recognizing the common interest of humankind in outer space and seeking to answer questions on how outer space can help benefit the people’s of Earth, the General Asssembly adopted its first resolution related to outer space, resolution 1348 (XIII) entitled “Question of the Peaceful Use of Outer Space”.

On 10 October 1967, the “Magna Carta of Space”, also known as the Treaty on Principles Governing the Activities of States in the Exploration and Use of Outer Space, including the Moon and Other Celestial Bodies entered into force.

Today, the United Nations Office for Outer Space Affairs (UNOOSA) is the United Nations office responsible for promoting international cooperation in the peaceful uses of outer space. UNOOSA serves as the secretariat for the General Assembly’s only committee dealing exclusively with international cooperation in the peaceful uses of outer space: the United Nations Committee on the Peaceful Uses of Outer Space (COPUOS).

UNOOSA is also responsible for implementing the Secretary-General’s responsibilities under international space law and maintaining the United Nations Register of Objects Launched into Outer Space.

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