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Philosophy di Lorenzo Serafini Fall 2015

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Ana de Armas for GQ México.

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Persephone: (kisses Hades’s neck)

Hades: what is this ?

Persephone: affection

Hades: disgusting

Hades:

Hades: do it again

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armandestmartin​:

armande glances back over at ashlei, allowing a lopsided amused grin to string along the corner of her lips. she can’t help but offer a brief bout of amused air at the reply she receives, the girl obviously too distracted from the conversation. she turns back to the tamarin that sat on the branch infront of her, both of them divided by a large panel of glass. the animal sniffs curiously in air of the woman’s direction. the lawyer wonders for a moment what these animals must make of the various humans that pass them by. were they afraid? or where they used to it by now? “it was just a dream, im not serious.” a voice of reassurance follows, turning back to focus her features on the younger woman, “however, i can only imagine the shock of looking out your window to see a giraffe leaning in to eat the vegetables out of the pots on your balcony.” another peculiar dream she’d experienced.

“Oh...It’s a bit of a peculiar dream though....but what do you think it means though?” Ashlei looked at the other with earnest eyes, a smile creeping onto her face. Being the voracious learner that she was, Ashlei loved a great many number of subjects, one of which included oneirology.   The poor brunette was still not in the same mind pathway as Armande’s yet due to her earlier studying focus on the tamarins. Ashlei now thought that Armande did not wish for that kind of dangerous situation to materialize but instead had a experience such a vivid dream in her sleep. “Highly startling yes, though the picture you’ve painted is very cute. To be honest, I don’t really mind having animals eat out of my garden,” she admitted with a giggle.

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therorywiston​:

aurora pouts and tries to clean the spot the other points to, “ you know, i’ve been trying to get rid of all the flour for an hour. that’s right, a whole hour, which is why i was late. and i’m still nowhere near being completely flour-free. ” she huffs, looking up at ashlei when the other struggles to find the right word in english. “ well, i’d love to have grandiose hair but i guess glowing will do. ” she teases, a smirk on the corner of her mouth. “ but do share that magical thing with me. i’ll really try anything at this point. ”

Ashlei giggled. “No, grandiose hair would look ridiculous. You won’t look like a real person. Naturally glowing is always the way to go,” she smiled widely in sincerity. Ashlei’s preferences had always been in simplicity. Maybe it was the way she was brought up or maybe it was due to how her character and interest evolved as she grew up. Whatever the reason was, the little semi-introvert brunette had quietly thought and even accidentally gaped at some of the people of Manhattan who looked like they had just only stepped off the runway or a luxury photoshoot a mere second before walking down the streets. It was bizarre and absolutely uncomprehendable to Ashlei as to why one would want to waste so much money, time and energy to look like that. They didn’t look human in her quietly brutally honest opinion.

“It’s a home remedy I concocted up when I was 11 actually,” she admitted sheepishly. “I was pretty clumsy growing up and I also sometimes get rather carried away with doing the things I love, one of which is baking, so I used to get quite a lot of flour tangled up in my curls. Thus, after a lot of experimenting I finally created quite the perfect liquid solution for it. I don’t have any with me at the moment, so we shall have to head back to my place to make it,” she smiled shyly. Even at 33 years of age, Ashlei still felt rather insecure in inviting people to her home unless she was close friends with them.

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hcstile​:

We are taught from a young age the distinction between savior and a lost cause, we think we know a story but we only know how it ends, the small links that connected that great web contributing to the final product were always forgotten, even when in reality they mattered most. If you went back to the beginning of Nikolai’s story you could clearly understand why it all went wrong, coming from a man who should never have been a father, forced to grow up when being a boy meant having no idea what it was like to be a man, how heavy indeed was the light fabric of a military uniform and how long the fall was when all your hopes and dreams fell apart. Without contact with his emotions, the man carried with him a false sense of security, of not having any weak points, being unbreakable worked well for the General, especially when his enemies believed he had nothing to lose, they knew better how dangerous someone like that  was. Life surprises are unavoidable and unpredictable, it was only after meeting his beloved that he realized how difficult it was to maintain sanity in a situation where his heart had been touched, it was hers to do as she pleased, take care or break, just longed her to make him feel. And she did. Intensely. Her love reached and healed dark, dirty, deep parts of him that had always believed were lost forever.

‘ You’ve now only just realized it? ‘  The sweet voice echoed in his softly foggy mind. The answer was clear in every moment of his day, even as he faced the edge of the cliff he felt the small hand take his, fingers intensely intertwined; connected and forever changed. He knew the reasons why love was so feared, a large part of his being agreed with popular opinion, but another part lamented those who were not as lucky as he was, to find someone who loved even his sharp edges. The ones he wished she would never cut herself on. Nik took care of his beloved, as gently and attentively as she took care of her flowers. She was his garden, his happy place, the abode of his soul, his final destination, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, for her happiness and her protection. He would give her the world, build a new one, better and pure, like the essence that the woman carried with her. 

But not even all the warmth of her smile could get rid of the nightmares, the ones real enough to keep him awake until the stars disappeared in the sky, yearning intensely for the sun’s glow. The moment would come, no matter which side of the world he moved to, everything comes to an end no matter if the man constantly acted like a god, he would have to deal with the fact that someday he would be just a fade memory, gone and this time without the audience encore. That was the problem with his mind, it sometimes went dark ways. He could tell she was facing the same thing, at least that’s what the worried look in her kind eyes told him, her little fingers touching his face as if they could wash away all the pain. And they could, in a way, no matter how cliché it sounded, the truth was; love heals.

Frowned, raising his left eyebrow quizzically, a small strand of her hair slipping gently between his fingers “Speaking like that, I almost sound like a saint, right? I think I lost my halo a long time ago” teased, offering her a soft smirk as placed his hand over hers, enjoying the sensation of her delicate touch “It’s nothing. And whatever he started, I finished, so let’s just forget about it” said at last, it wasn’t the first time she’d seen him like that, which meant that explanations and justifications didn’t matter much anymore. It was hard to convince her to forget something, but had always hated being the cause of her worries. Nik also possessed his obsessive thinking, no matter how talented he was at hiding things, the lie he kept from her devoured him inside.

He leaned towards her, placing a tender kiss on her forehead, bending down as his arms carried up her petite body, the feeling of her legs entwined around his waist as he carried her back inside “On my way here I realized it’s finally the time for we get a pet”  started, his voice soft “Maybe in fact I’ve already got a dog, we just need to pick him up"  said, sitting with her on the couch “I know you thought I’d suggest a baby so you can breathe easy now” the man said, holding back a laughter

Despite her present worries, Ashlei still couldn’t stop that small smile from slowly creeping onto her features at his joke. “Oh no, I know you are not a saint, my darling. In fact, so very far from it,” she teased back, though there was a degree of truth in that remark. “But that doesn’t mean I love you way less than a pious person adores God. In fact, I love you even more than that person does. So much more,” she breathed in a lower and slightly deeper tone of voice, her face looking seriously at him as she cupped his dear face with both of her soft palms. 

“And that is exactly why, when you get hurt, I get hurt too,” her full lips trembled ever-so-slightly for a tiny fleeting fraction of a second. “I dislike seeing this injuries on you, no matter how small they may be, my dear Nik. When will you be able to stop doing all of these? When will you be able to finally quit your job?” her delicate face scrunched up with worried sadness. When their relationship had grown steadily serious, she had started asking him once in a while if he could quit his job. Even pleading or once in a blue moon, when he looked absolutely terrible, Ashlei had even cried and demandingly insisted on it through her tears to quit the very second. The woman had no idea how much longer she could take this, hurting and aching everytime she saw him wounded or patched up. It was getting worse now that her entire being belonged wholly and truly to him. She loved this man more intensely than she could have even fathom. Their souls were now so intertwined that she could swear that she could most of the time feel his emotional and psychological pain. His burdens, struggles, internal fears, trauma and unspoken terrors. She wished so desperately that she could heal him. To slowly wipe away all his blemishes and eventually mend most if not all of his scars. Oh but if she only could read nik’s mind and peer deeply into his soul, she would have known that she was already halfway on her way in doing all of those things. 

But Ashlei was no God, no angel, no gifted human. And thus she could only do her very best daily and hope. She held hope like a prisoner wishing for freedom would. She held all those hopes and dreams that Nik would finally be free of all the toxin in his life and being.

The small brunette let out a surprised gasp as Nik suddenly picked her up swiftly, before she then cracked an amused grin and enveloped her legs around his waist. Ashlei swatted him playfully. “I wasn’t even thinking about that. I thought you were going to suggest we ditch all the wedding plans and get eloped,” she chuckled. While she did love children and secretly hoped to have quite a few with him, she very much knew that now wasn’t the right time. It probably wouldn’t be near the right time till for a couple more years maybe. “So now I’m relieved that you are talking about a pet instead. “Ohmygosh, you did??!!” she bounced up happily with infectious joy. “Please don’t joke with me Nik, you know how much I love animals!” she stared at him with large round eyes that pleaded him to be serious.

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😍: what was your muse’s first love like?

Ashlei's not very sure if this counts as a proper first love. There was one summer during her teens where a foreign boy stayed over at her family's farm and she had a super huge crush on him and it seemed like he had reciprocating feelings as well, for they were getting very close and he was once in a while giving her flirty remarks, lingering stares and touches ( but more of the sweetly innocent type ). However, before they both could actually act or fully confess on their growing feelings, he had to go home/away and she never saw him again. Ashlei now recounts that perhaps it was more of a puppy love instead of a full-fledged first love.

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📘: does your muse like to read? if so, what’s their favourite genre of literature?

OH YES!!! VERY MUCH SO!! Ashlei is a total bookworm and a voracious learner. She especially loves history books, biographies, scientific articles, archaeological reports, basically a lot of non-fiction. However, she does also have a near-equal love for the non-fiction of prose, poetry, classical novels, bildungsroman, historical fiction, science-fiction, romance, and fantasy.

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Ball of Fire (1941) dir. Howard Hawks

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isaac-jones​:

Isaac: …Time to make sourdough?

Isaac: Yes! Thank you! 

Isaac: That’s a good idea, mine looks like it’s been broken into. I kinda attempted to make one already, and it didn’t go so well. 

Ashlei: I am almost tempted right now to head over to your place instead just to see what kind of condition it is in now XD

Ashlei: But I can’t as Nik would be worried sick if he suddenly woke up and find me not at home at this time of the morning. I don’t want him to be stressed or worried unnecessarily. 

Ashlei: So I beg you to please send me a photo! :D :D

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@hcstile I STILL CAN’T GET OVER HOW YOU MANAGE TO UNEARTH THIS GEM!! this gifset almost 97% resembles their relationship thus far and THAT QUOTE!!! I’MMM DIE FROM HOW PERFECTLY IT SYMBOLISES THEIR ROMANCE <3333333

Love is not about how many days, weeks or months you’ve been together, it’s all about how much you love each other every day. © – Unknown

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isaac-jones​:

Isaac // open

Isaac: You up?

Isaac: I wanna make sourdough bread, do you know how to do that?

Ashlei: ehhh....Do you have any idea what time is it, Isaac???

Ashlei: ....

Ashlei: Fine. Yes. Would you mind coming over, though? We can use my kitchen instead. 

Isaac // open

Isaac: You up?

Isaac: I wanna make sourdough bread, do you know how to do that?

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ANA DE ARMAS — El Corte Inglés / Defend Your Spring

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Ashlei had put on one of her favourite classical music records as she moved around her recently new-home, tending to some house chores for the past couple of hours after her work had ended much earlier today. It was now currently playing the 3rd movement of  Edvard Grieg’s Peer Gynt Suite No.1 as she finally moved out towards the tiny garden out back ( one of the sweetest spots of green she could find in this giant concrete city ), humming sweetly along under her breath, as she watered her beloved plants which were finally beginning to blossom. After Nik, her garden was her second biggest sense of comfort and familiarity. It was here that she could plant things that reminded her of her family’s farm back home. Besides being a huge lover of history ( which greatly contributed to her genre of choice when it came to music ), Ashlei was also a nature child through and through. Thus, it was no wonder that her favourite heavenly zones were whenever she could surround herself with either history or greenery.

Her mind was then abruptly pulled out of its harmonious, almost-hypnotic solitude, with only the enchanting melody coming from the house and the smell of nature enveloping her, when she suddenly felt a pair of large arms around her. She started for half a second, before her mind relaxed again, even more deliciously this time, for it was her beloved Nik who now held her. She squirmed rosily with bubbling happiness when she felt his gentle kisses, which also tickled when his lips reached her sensitive neck. “You’ve now only just realized it?” she teased, her irridescent and central heterochromia eyes sparkling at the same time as she was turned around.

Her soft and full rosy lips then met those of her loving fiancé’s with as much passionate love as he was showing to her and one of her small hands then went up to curl at the bottom of his hair, while the other balanced on one of his broad shoulders, for it was no secret that Lei had to tiptoe to kiss her very tall man. The highly passionate kiss which had made her head slightly giddy with joy also made her momentarily oblivious to the fresh scratches on his face as her mind then blissfully drifted her gaze to what her fiancé was holding out towards her.

“Ohhh, Nik!” her face glowed and her tone was hushed. “These are ravishing,” she murmured in Norwegian as she admired them carefully. “Thank you, min kjærlighet,” she grinned widely, as she turned up to face him again, her heart soaring with so much affection at his frequent act of bringing her home beautiful flowers, but then her radiant expression dropped. To be replaced by one of familiar worry and concern.

Worried tears misted her eyes as they darkened slightly. “You got hurt again?? Nik! What happened this time?” she began, her voice heavy with concern as she gently pulled his face down nearer to her eye level so she could inspect his cuts properly, her fingers as gentle as a feather as they skimmed over his face.

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Even standing there on the steps outside it was possible to hear the music that came from inside the house, Ashlei had always been the melody in his life, the one he most needed and constantly repeated, especially on rainy days. He was careful as he unlocked the door and closed it behind him, the steps soft as he entered the room, green eyes searching for his delicate little girl.

After walking for a few minutes Nik found her in the garden, the light fabric of the hem of her dress swaying in the gentle late-afternoon breeze. She was art, in the most beautiful form, a poem so pure he had never been able to write. Walked in the direction, his arms wrapped around her from behind as he gently kissed her cheek and neck “So this is what it feels like to be the luckiest man in New York” admitted, turning her gently towards him.

His lips touched her rosy soft ones, a kiss as passionate as the way his fingers caressed her doll face, pulling back a little to hold out the flowers the man has got on his way home, offering his best smile in an attempt to make her forget about the bleeding cuts on his face “Surprise. I missed you min kjære”

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Ashlei had been so immersed in fascinatedly studying the tamarins and engrossedly reading their very detailed information at the same time, that the petite brunette hadn’t really caught what Armande was saying, properly. Thus, she abruptly whirled sideways and looked at the other with slightly alarmed eyes. “If you’re talking about streets and roads like the ones NYC has , then it would be very dangerous for these poor, confused animals,” she breathed out worriedly. “And that’s also not mentioning the number of human casualties that would occur,” she continued, puzzled for the moment as to why Armande would wish that kind of situation to occur.

location: central park zoo starter: OPEN, @villagestart​

armande hasn’t had a day off from work for longer than she dared count. a neglected social life survived on short burst of text messages. and self care? a shower and setting hair was the closest she was ever going to get to it for the last few weeks. working through the early hours to collapse in bed at night. today she almost doesn’t know what to do with herself, perusing through the streets until she comes across the cities zoo. once inside, it’s dawned on armande after all this time living new york, she hadn’t stepped foot in here since she was a child. the lawyer takes in the sound of kids chatting as large comical animal balloons plop along with them, and the sound of an animal she can’t quite put her finger on right now dwindling off into the distance. the mental note to take more time for herself is made, however it’s questionable if she’d actually follow it. there’s someone beside her, staring into the tamarin enclosure. “as a kid i imagined that all the animals at my local zoo broke free of their cages, and just ran off free into the streets.” armande guesses majority of the animals don’t know there’s a life for them beyond the four walls they’re kept in, a life contained in such a small space seemed hard to fathom.

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“Oh dear,” Ashlei scrambled to put away the book she had been reading, back into her backpack. “ You poor soul. Yes, you do have a bit more over there,” the petite brunette points sympathetically . “But I have just the thing to easily get rid of it. Plus, you will have ..erm, how do I say it in English?” the Norwegian woman paused self-consciously. “Err, hair that shines? No...I think the word starts with the letter G,” she murmured, lines etching on her tan forehead. “Grandiose--no, gawny--, no that’s not a word..ah, glowing hair!!” she finally beamed as that elusive adjective finally came to mind.

aurora quickly stumbles her way into the coffee shop, walking up to a table whilst getting rid of her light jacket and trying to fix up her frizzled up hair at the same time. “ hey, hey, oh my goodness, i’m so terribly sorry about showing up so late and smelling like flour — you won’t believe what happened today at the bakery. ” she rambles, a classic rory move. “ a whole bag of flour fell on me, like, it ripped open as i put it away. it was a whole mess and i think i still have flour on my hair, dammit… ” she inspects her hair as she takes a seat, eyes still not meeting the person. “ but anyways, do tell me how you’ve been, love. ” // @villagestart​