#philocalist

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Allah is beautiful and loves beauty

Cleanliness is half of faith

[klai-16xoxo]

*kick door * hope is okay if you can draw Mawan and Philocalist in simple sweaters as if they are spending time drinking Arabian tea,,, <333

{Father and Daughter Time}

“Here you go, ya ruhi. The nice lady over there was selling some tea and I thought you may enjoy some Karak! Be careful now, it is still hot~”

//IMSISMISMS I LOVE THEM 🥺🥺💖💖💖 I had fun drawing them!! Just look at them sundumsims I just imagine they are taking a early morning walk during winter and Mawan thought Philocalist may be cold so he brought her some Karak (is a type of tea we like to drink here a lot especially during winter) also if ya wondering what “Ya ruhi” means, it means “my soul”

[gretakatharinaa]

the beauty in others - about philocalists 

philocalist (n.) a lover of beauty. One who appreciates beautiful people, places, objects, etc.

As i sat on the train on a rainy september afternoon, i felt nothing less but joy.

I saw playful clouds outside the window gently hugged by the passing sunset. The rain has slowly passed and the raincoats on the train been tossed under the seats.

There was a girl, about seven, sitting on her dads lap playing a coloring game on her tablet. Her dreamy brown eyes looked at me and then wandered back on the screen. Dad was stroking her messy hair and looked out the window. They looked so peaceful together, all up in their own world. 

I kept looking around and saw a man in his mid-twenties with headphones in. At times, he smiled so i figured he was listening to a podcast of some sort, enjoying the entertainment.

Behind him, two school girls with matching outfits and a, what seemed to be never ending, discussion about some boy they know.

The elderly lady next to them kept rolling her eyes in annoyance of the noise the girls were making and i could see her funky blue eyeliner . I‘m sure she was a lot like those girls back in her day. 

I began to smile. 

Recently, I’ve developed a habit of seeing the beauty in strangers, seeing their uniqueness in their hair, their clothes and their face. 

It’s funny how you can tell a lot (and yet nothing) by someone’s appearance.

“Philo“ derives from the greek word “philos“ meaning “loving“ or “fond of“ and “calist“ might be related to “kallistes“ meaning beautiful.

While it is a rather rare of use term, its definition is commonly understood.

Have you ever done that? Looked around and seen beauty? 

It is easy to see beauty in a garden full of roses, a sunset above the city skyline or a symmetrical face with a nice smile.

If you look deeper though, beauty is everywhere. 

“Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder“ everybody has heard that before.

You and me, we may not find the same things, the same people beautiful. You may not find me beautiful (and on many days, I would agree).

But as I’ve learned over the years, - and yes I am talking like an old lady here, gets me to come across wiser - once you start looking for beauty in the most unexpected of places, you will find it within yourself. You will start to like that mole on your neck or the way your eyebrows are uneven.

Beauty is weird, it is subjective and it is cultural.

Some places have tanning beds for people to never have fair skin and other places sell bleach and sunscreen to keep your skin as light as possible.

In some chapters of your life you may try and starve yourself to be skinnier only to look at photos five years later and regret all the good food you’ve missed out on. You may overeat and live at the gym only to look back thinking your physique was great.

Whenever I ask older generations that their biggest regret is, I get similar answers:

I wish I would have accepted my body 

I wish I would have told that person how I felt

I wish I would have stopped worrying.

And I’m not really looking forward to feeling this type of way and neither should you.

There will be days where i wont tell that person how i feel and days where i will definitely worry about anything and everything. There will be days where i will worry about my body or the way my eyebrows have a life of their own.

Now, where are my chips?

[grafxchick]

#365daysofgratitude Year 5. Day 284. #Philocalist #Lover of beauty. #pray #prayers #prayforpeace #manifest #praytogether #seattlegirl #positivethinking #positivity #positiveenergy #bepresent #abundance #abundantlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CjSErd5uZZE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jaxxphotographyy]

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[philocalistlors]

KABOOMM...?

My new oc! Dr. M1rai-In and Xi-Ray‼️‼️🔥

[givethispromptatry]

Philocalist

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Noun

A lover of beautiful things. Someone who finds beauty in all things.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

One Step Closer

Prince Rielle x Female Reader

Masterlist

A dance is like a conversation Except your lips don't ever need to part And once you've begun You speak as one Cheek to cheek Toe to toe Heart to heart - Prince Eric, The Little Mermaid Broadway Musical

Despite being a merman prince having only just gained legs a few months ago, he was much more agile on his feet than you could ever dream to be. With your hand clasped in his, he merrily dragged you around the market from stall to stall, sight to sight, attraction to attraction - being physically unable to remain in one place for more than half a minute before something else caught his eye, almost gliding across the cobbled streets to sate his childlike wonder. 

It’s a wondrous feeling, being in the presence of a philocalist who would gaze at the most mundane objects with starry-eyed reverence. You couldn’t but let fondness overcome you as he bounded here and there, fluffy waves of crimson locks bouncing with every spring of his steps. Making friends with someone as animated as The Sea King’s youngest was one of your favourite parts of visiting NRC. He was so enthusiastic, so lively and carried such a zest for life and appreciation for everything that it was impossible to not hold at least a little fondness. He welcomed you to RSA with warm open arms, seconds after meeting you and there was never a moment where you were at a loss for words since he was so ready to gush about anything and everything and listen to you, completely enthralled - even in silence he had the ability to fill the room with vibrant colours -  so accepting his and Neige’s invitation to a surprise outing was as easy as those pies the fair, ebony haired boy loved to make.

To be honest, you could understand his fascination. Being a metaphorical fish out of water yourself, your adventures in this world were one surprise after another (some good surprises and others not so much to say the least). And it wasn’t like the landscape was anything to scoff at - the organisers of this festival clearly knew what they were doing.

Bouquets of rainbow-hued flowers were tied up in bunches on street lamps and rows of blossoms were lining the roads. Kaleidoscopic bunting soared above you, their polychromatic bundles fluttering from where they were tied securely onto the sleek black street lamps that lined the streets. Every inch of this fete was something out of a picture book and paired with the beautiful weather, you could spend hours just drinking it all in.

You let your eyes skim through the stalls, looking for any souvenirs you could purchase for your friends back in NRC. You felt guilty enough saying goodbye to the Ramshackle ghosts and Ace and Deuce an hour before you left for your weeklong transfer to RSA but having this much fun without them felt almost foreign (Grim, who had been your companion in said transfer, seemed absolutely hunky dory about leaving NRC, as he was gleefully imbibing any food he came across). Besides, they were most likely well aware of you visiting the festival near their rival school’s campus if they saw the selfie Neige had posted with you and his friend group about an hour ago. 

“So,” Rielle’s bubbly voice chirped, from where he had appeared next to you, eyes coruscating, “what do you think?”

“It’s all so amazing,” you marvelled, “I can’t think of any words to say - everything is just so unbelievable.”

“That's alright!” he laughed, clasping both of your hands in his, his starry, wide-eyed grin matching your own, “who needs words? Dancing beats small talk any day. Come on.”

He pulled you to an empty path of land, away from the bustling crowds and laughing children, removed from the festival-goers sight but still close enough to hear the joyful melody of the live band that was playing. Without saying a word he twirled you around, laughing at your surprised yelp.

“I’m-I’m not much of a dancer, Rielle,” you say to him.

He merely grins at your response, “that’s alright, neither am I. We don’t have dancing in my kingdom - not the way people on the surface do. I watched these humans dance once - I think Neige told me it’s called ballet up here - and it was so beautiful that I went crying to my brothers because I wanted two fins. So when my dad let me go to RSA and I got these legs, the first thing I tried to do was learn how to dance and well - let’s just say that dancing and walking are two very different things.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his pink-faced sheepish smile.

“Anyway,” he gathered himself, “I learned somewhere down the line that dancing is less of a movement and more of a language - only you feel it instead of speaking it. You need to use your emotions to tell you what to do and when you start moving and let the music wash away your inhibitions, you start expressing yourself in ways your words can’t.”

“So Y/N,” he holds out a hand, “would you like to have a conversation with me?”

Tentatively, you placed your palm in his and let him twirl and sway and waltz with you. And when you find yourself being lifted in the air and spun around, the skirt of your dress flaring around you as joyous laughter overcomes you, you wonder if this dance could last a little longer.

[zanaririn]

PHILOCALIST: Tokyo Revengers

SUMMARY. unable to witness her cousin's demise for 19 times, [Name] decides to take the role of the protagonist from him.

CHARACTERS. TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI (mentioned), HINATA TACHIBANA (mentioned), AKANE INUI (wattpad)

WARNINGS. YANDERE (including the reader), sad lesbian, happy bisexual

A/N. this is basically a description for my wattpad tokyo revengers fanfic!! desperate time calls for desperate measures, you see.

One day, [Name] wakes up in a room completely adorned with pink, wait, actually she wakes up to that sight every time.

When she regained full consciousness, [Name] realized that she is inside of her favorite manga, "Tokyo Revengers", a world where gangsters rule supreme. Instead of being a character who is relevant to the plot, she is now [Name] Alchemivich Pinka Schoenheit ─ a background character who happens to be the protagonist's cousin?!

For a background character, she's surprisingly living a good life. Not only does she have a loving family but she's also annoyingly wealthy! So why wasn't she mentioned in the story at all?

Takemichi Hanagaki, her pitiful cousin is fated to suffer for 19 time-leaps in order to change everyone's future. She decides to save his effort and simply eliminates everyone in his way, by acting all lovey dovey with them!

Determined to snatch the role of the protagonist ─ she will steal everything that was meant for him. Starting with his problems, and perhaps the girl that was also meant for him?

curious? read here!!

@literallyremi @sychomania

[one0p1nk]

“Horropedia is friendly and fun…. despite that I sometimes take some of his remarks as insensitive… and I sometimes can’t take them lightly. But I know there are times he does mean it well, and I feel safe whenever he tells me one of those ghost stories.. (and those horror brainrots he has at 3am in the morning-), Knowing he can rely on me to hang out with as friends.” -Philocalist

*Meanwhile, Horropedia thinking they are dating*/ih

{Guys, plz understand,,, I ship my blorbo with Horropedia and sometimes Click,,,/ih}

[idv-sunsxin3]

reread all the stuff u have with your bb philocalist she's such a sweetheart 💕

that part where u said she thinks that horror and romance could go well together reminds me of the "cannibalism as a metaphor of all-consuming love" thing on tiktok.

philo might've liked the concept, or loved it even since it proved her right 🤔

cue a concerned horropedia, it's his first time hearing of it 💀, bro has no rules to figure out as foothold

// HELP?? *GIGGLES* never thought you would read all the stuff I wrote about her hoo hoo;;;🥺 The first thing I thought it that meme where like one person says “sometimes I wonder how I taste lol” and the other says “I can help with that-“ and then these 2 people have different ideas when the other said that DJDJDJDJDJD-

But then ooo- Philocalist would be fascinated once she first learns about it ngl (also plz, with the fact I just got into the deadplate fandom makes it more funnier;;;) She probably would look through books and films with similar horror romance tropes, ones where one eats their lover who actually doesn’t like that idea kinda makes her sad unless it’s the other one where both agree to it then that’s fine, it’s their unanimous decision which is pretty strange yet Philocalist likes that/ih (also I don’t condone cxnnibalism irl so don’t take this seriously, guys-) Horropedia be trying to process this new information and be like “Huhhhhh” in galaxy background- like this actually exists??? Woah.

So huhhh here’s a drawing of them reading 🥺✨🌸

[jeanlouiecastillo]

“Aswang Skin” (long sleeve) by Jean Louie Castillo Fashion collection “FEAR CESSATION” 2021-2.

This garment was designed with the intention of embodying the idea of ‘fear’ through the exploration of Filipino folklore’s Aswang phenomenon: the a shapeshifter or personification of fear. The designing period of FEAR CESSATION involved in-depth introspective views on what it means to feel ‘fear’, so I plagued my research with personal phobias and things that made my skin crawl.

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The most debilitating phobia of mine is Trypophobia, clusters of holes and stripes. Groups of natural-looking, minuscule hell holes. I have never understood why this affects me so appallingly. Just thinking of it makes me unwell and want to scream. I’m sure many others feel the same way. I thought that by the end of project FEAR CESSATION, my phobia would cease or at least neutralise - I was wrong.

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The Aswang Skin Long Sleeve is a beautiful outcome from such an unspeakable phobia. The garment doesn’t not nauseate me for some reason - perhaps it’s that I’m the one who made it and I know it can’t hurt nor infect me. All my life I’ve been scared of acquiring deathly infections with holes and lumps on the surface of my skin. Dermatitis is bearable but still not something I need or want on my body. (Research reference: Sick Rose by Richard Barnett, Thames & Hudson). Fatal bacteria and germs that inhabit these clusters of holes and lumps are my idea of literal hell. This is a personal phobia I’ve dealt with my entire life and it doesn’t seem to go away; constant hand sanitisation, mask wearing and avoidance of skin to skin contact with strangers still isn’t enough for me. I want to swim in concentrated bleach to know that I’m pure and thoroughly sterilised.

With this garment, I’ve managed to become a philocalist of trypophobia… (only for a second) if you look past the revolting clusters and the logical meaning that there are millions of deadly inhabitants writhing inside, then you’ll see the beauty in repetition of lines, circles and dots in textile form. The stretch cotton long sleeve has pintucks (fabric manipulation) on the sleeves and torso, the worst places to be infected, if so, with black fabric paint to enhance the trypophobia appearance. If you’re a fashion fan, you’ll see the Margiela reference through the silhouette (Martin Margiela, Sock Sweater, AW91). This piece, stylistically, is a heavy nod and a love letter Martin Margiela (my saviour).

[intrasport]

what yourw

what you’re favorite kinggizzard member says about you????..

stu: beautiful confident soul

ambrose: volatile flamboyant soul

joey: corrupted soul 👎

cookie: whimsical earthly soul

lucas: virtuous soul

cavs: diligent nonchalant soul

eric: philocalist soul

leah: correct soul 👍

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[philocalistlors]

I love (drawing) women🔥🔥🔥

[idiashroud-orthoshroud]

To Idia and Ortho

Is it alright if you try to describe everyone using just one word, from Heartslabyul all the way to Diasomnia and some staff too

PS you can try to use one word to describe each other too :D

Idia: “Well we can try…”

Ortho: “I’d love to do that!”

🎮-idia

🦋-ortho

Riddle - 🎮 & 🦋: “Strict”

Trey - 🎮: “Ok??” | 🦋: “Nice”

Deuce - 🎮: “Noisy….” | 🦋: “…Cauldron”

Ace - 🎮: “Deafening” | 🦋: “Troublemaker”

Cater - 🎮: “Otaku” | 🦋: “Cursory”

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Leona - 🎮: “Idle” | 🦋: “Slothful”

Ruggie - 🎮: “Fine” | 🦋: “Neat!”

Jack - 🎮 & 🦋: “Jock”

—

Azul v

Jade v

Floyd v

🎮: “Mafia” | 🦋: “Scary”

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Kalim - 🎮: “Extrovert” | 🦋: “Wonderful!”

Jamil - 🎮: “Gay” (Ooc: says the man with a thing for a flying lizard/hj) | 🦋: “Sandman”

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Vil - 🎮: “Philocalist” | 🦋: “Pretty”

Epel - 🎮: “Country” | 🦋: “Sweet”

Rook - 🎮 & 🦋: “Stalker”

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Malleus - 🦋: “Idia doesn’t want to answer this one but I will! Lizard”

Silver - 🎮: “Ortho doesn’t know him well enough to answer. Stoic?”

Sebek - 🎮 & 🦋: “Crocodile”

Lilia - 🎮: “Also ok?” | 🦋: “Short” (Ooc:man’s 700 years old yet he still looks about Ortho’s height in my eyes)

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Crowley - 🎮 & 🦋: “Eccentric”

Crewel - 🎮 & 🦋: “Scary”

Trein - 🎮: “Kitty” | 🦋: “Old”

Vargas - 🎮: “Muscle” | 🦋: “Giant”

Sam - 🎮: “Voodoo” | 🦋: “Friendly!”

(Ooc: this was harder than I thought 😵‍💫)

[ethaneldred]

- [ ] Beauty

I’ve seen plenty of things, but nothing like you. As the sun shine through, I knew you were what I wanted to pursue. my feelings for you something i can’t construe, I wish it could be untrue. Yet everything I do ends up leading my thoughts back to you. That even in my busiest moments, you always remain as my wonderwall. I’m constantly thinking about you, no wonder why I fall. I thought of my sorrows but yet you became my nepenthe. You gave me empathy, helped me feel sympathy. Hearing you laugh is becoming my perfect symphony. Im becoming a philocalist with the way I observe your beauty. Your hair shines like the morning sun. The sun would rise and set trying to imitate your beauty. The moon learned how to reflect light, so that it had a way to be as beautiful as you, to reflect your perfect view.