Stately Aphrodite, gold-crowned and beautiful… who subdues the tribes of mortal men and birds that fly in the air and all the many creatures that the dry land rears, and all the sea… in perfumed garments is clothed at all seasons, in crocus and hyacinth and flourishing violet and the rose's lovely bloom, and heavenly buds, the flowers of the narcissus and lily… diffusing the scent of cinnamon and bedewing the air with balsam… from whose cheeks shine unearthly beauty-- when men behold the awful, ever-lovely mien of Aphrodite, in fear they hide their faces and turn their eyes aside.
🌺🐚❤️🔥 e-offering to Aphrodite-- praise be to Her ❤️🔥🐚🌺
Dusk In The Garden, 2021 Jana Brike/Perseus Freeing Andromeda, 1611 Joachim Wtewael/The Birth of Venus, 2012 José Manuel Ballester (after Botticelli)
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if you know yourself, which jane are you?
2008 atomic vaudeville
arkansas university
mccarter
roxy's downtown
chance
blue bridge
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When your girlfriend dresses you up vs when you dress yourself 🦥
🌳+☕+🌱
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Elain Archeron - The Seer of the Night Court
"I did not expect to see those doe-eyes peering at me from across the world"
For @elainarcheronweek Day 1 "Visions"
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💗 i live in a city that lives in a different age by soliloquent
10,8k words // pairing: tony stark & steve rogers
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“He could ignore the homework altogether — he died for people’s freedom of choice and that applies to him too, he’s allowed to say no — but he wants to prove to his doctor, and himself, that he can do mundane things effortlessly. Partly because he’d like to pass the mental health assessment and make it through the required therapy sessions without raising any flags, and partly because he desperately needs to reassure himself that everything is alright.”
or: Steve Rogers has fourteen days to complete fourteen therapy homework assignments.
written for @omg-just-peachy as part of the @stonylovessteve exchange
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the flower grower, the gentle heart
Elain had always been gentle and sweet — and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light. Perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open. To fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been. And now nothing remained.
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HAPPY (maybe late??) BIRTHDAY TRACYY BUTLER :3 :3 :3
I know I’m supposed to be working on the 15 people in my inbox but I realized that today is the author’s birthday and I feel like as a lackadaisy blog I’m sorta obligated to do something special for it!
I hope she has an amazing day!
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