#photogenic poetry

[pride-of-storm]

cats are So Little

no wonder she doesn't know how far is too far to leave her taco

my casual reach is as long as her absolute stretch

and if i lean i double it

no wonder she drops her taco, less than a stretch away from my center of self, and Waits

my reach is not infinite, she knows, but it is longer than hers

#i feel like three rounds of revision will make this poetry #but that's not gonna happen so you're getting it as is #storm's posts #personal #relevant context: my cats have a toy shaped like a fish taco #and they both like to play fetch #polaris tag #coco tag #fuck coco chanel she is coco bc she's brown and hairy and a Nut #more photogenic than a coconut tho #it is so easy to get flattering photos of coco but absofuckinlutely Impossible to get a good picture of po #this is my bad i bought a nice camera with the specific priority of fucking around with settings until i could get a good picture of po #and have never gotten around to figuring it out :/ #i should set up some more flattering backdrops where she likes hanging out so it feels worth the effort #this is about po bc she's the one around rn while i'm drinking mead lmao #but the text does apply to coco in every aspect #they're So Little of course they don't understand!!!!!

[f1bordeaux]

Landslide | cs55

"Even children get older, And I'm getting older too" Life moves on, pretty quickly at that. Your last night with Carlos is one that you'll both remember forever. Even years later when he fulfills his biggest wishes. Warnings: Suggestive content, heated make out sesh lol, sadness, happy/unhappy ending? Mostly unhappy Pairings: Carlos Sainz x Reader(y/n) Word Count: 4.2k Poetry style | Story style A/n: I LOVEEEEEE Landslide by fleetwood mac and the way this song hits you when you're about to move out-UGGHHHHHH I wrote the first half of this then went out, got drunk as fuck, woke up and wrote the rest of it with a hangover, so forgive me if there are any errors. Anyways, enjoy this internal dread i'm feeling turned into a FanFic. Growing up is so weird, isn't it?

I took my love, I took it down I climbed a mountain and I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills 'Til the landslide brought me down

2012.

“¡Sainz joder!” He turned around to look, a smile splitting his lips. Antonio had a frying pan in his hand as the two of you ran through his kitchen. Carlos’ hand squeezed yours with so much force that you wondered if it would bruise. It didn’t hurt, though. In that moment, nothing mattered but that damn smile that Carlos carried. “¡Anda, anda!”

Finally, you reached the back door of the kitchen. Carlos used his whole body to push it open, hoping that nobody would be on the other side. Luckily, the alleyway was empty, save for an employee sitting on a bucket smoking a cigarette. Carlos kept running and you had no choice but to keep up-your hands were still intertwined after all.

Antonio ran out the door, stopping as he watched you two make your grand get away. “Bastard! I ought to tell your father! And your father too, young lady!”

It was the same threat he used every time you and Carlos cut through his kitchen. I’m going to tell your fathers that you two are devious children! He’d say. He never did, though. Antonio was a friend to both yours and Carlos’ parents. He could if he wanted to, but he didn’t. For over ten years, you and Carlos would walk into his restaurant-situated on a busy Madrid street-and slowly sneak your way into the kitchen. Sometimes, when he wasn’t there, the waiters and cooks would just let you freely pass. But, more often than not, he was there and it suddenly became an obstacle course of running past cooks, dodging frying pans and slipping between shelves. It was worth it, however. A small, secret alleyway that was blocked off by a fence from the main road laid on the other side of the restaurant.

On the left-the building that Antonio’s restaurant was in-was a fire escape. It spanned up ten stories to an abandoned rooftop bar. Over the years, Carlos would bring small objects up there. Pillows, blankets, a small folding table, a few boxes to keep the stuff safe. He had the place designed to his liking-like it was his house or something. He’d put string lights up there too, giving the space a dreamy, photogenic atmosphere. So many nights were spent underneath the abandoned bar. You’d slept there a handful of times. You’d gotten drunk for the first time there, too. That space was yours and his. It was Carlos and y/n’s spot; everyone knew it.

So, as you and Carlos climbed the fire escape, it was hard to believe this was the last time the two of you would be spending the night up there together. It made you nauseous to think about.

“Try not to look so down.” Carlos chuckled as the two of you kept climbing the stairs. He could read you like a book, obviously he saw how upset you were. “Let's enjoy tonight.”

“Easier said than done, Carlos.” He stopped suddenly, your chest running into his backpack. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he-shook you? “Carlos stop it!”

“Sorry I was just trying to get the idea that I’m leaving you out of your brain.” He said, dropping his hands.

“But you are.” You said, evoking a sigh from him. Before he could apologize-which you knew he was about to do-you shook your head. “Listen, I’m so excited for you, Carlos, but-I don’t know. Life is going to be so different without you in it.”

“I’ll still be in it, mi novia. It’s not like I’m dying.”

“But Carlos, you’d always come home to Madrid after a race. You’d always be back to see me. We would work on school work together. I’d come to your races sometimes.” You sighed, looking at the metal ground beneath you. “But I’ll be in college and you’ll be in the British Formula 3 now. That's a massive step up. And when you do come back to Madrid, I won't be here.”

He didn’t speak, not for a while. The two of you just stood there, in the Spanish heat, looking at the ground. Life would never be the same. He couldn’t say anything to deny that. Tomorrow night, he would be catching a flight to London, and at the same time, you would be catching a flight to the United States. You’d both leave behind Madrid and only ever return as guests to your hometown. Maybe your rooftop hideaway would go untouched. Maybe some new children would find it and claim it as their own. They’d find the boxes that said, Carlito&Muneca, in sharpie and wonder what those names meant. Maybe they’d sort through your things, maybe they’d turn on the string lights and gasp at how beautiful the place looked.

Being eighteen was weird. You didn’t like it too much.

“Let's go, y/n.” Carlos grabbed your hand once again, pulling you up the fire escape. Three more flights awaited you. The sunset had just begun, but the primary color in the sky was still blue. You could still hear car horns from nearby streets. The air was still warm. The two of you were still young. At least for tonight you were.

Once you reached the top Carlos stepped aside, allowing you to take in the scene.

Oh, mirror in the sky What is love?

The spot on the stage where Carlos and you normally sang and danced to his iPod Nano was now completely redecorated. There was a plush blanket, pillows, a pizza box, and those damn string lights you loved were hanging from the roof. A small card was on one of the pillows. It was, of course, addressed to you in Carlos’ fanciest writing.

Anyone would think that this was a romantic gesture. But you two were best friends. Since birth, really. Not a day went by without conversation between the two of you. Carlos was your soulmate. Of course you had crushes on him here and there-he was hot, funny, caring, charming; you could go on and on. But you never acted on it. Keeping him around was better than losing him.

“Carlos,” You cupped your mouth with your hands. It was beautiful. “When did you-Is that pizza from Antonio’s?”

Carlos laughed, amused that the first thing you pointed out was the food. “Yeah,” He said. “He’s pretty sad that he won't see us around town anymore, either.”

Your heart sank. Right. That's why this was all set up-as a final goodbye. In the few moments of excitement and shock that filled your body upon seeing all this, you had forgotten that tonight was it. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Vamos, let's eat.”

That you did. Carlos and you sat at the bar and ate, watching as the sun sank lower and lower over the city skyline. Somewhere along the way, he pulled some liquor out of his backpack. You two drank and talked, reminiscing over everything the last eighteen years had brought. That one time you spent the night at his house and started a small fire in the kitchen-from then on sleepovers were at your house. That one time you two took a day trip to the beach and Carlos’ foot brushed a stingray's back. That one time you were at one of his races and a driver started hitting on you, so Carlos punched him in the jaw and got suspended for three races. That one time a wild hare was in your guest bathroom and your parents weren’t home so you called him over to help and you trapped it in your mother’s favorite cooking pot. That one time he lost a bet and went streaking through his neighborhood in the middle of winter.

The two of you were hunched over in laughter, your abdomens cramping from how hard you were laughing. Carlos wiped a tear away from his eye. “And remember Mrs. Nunez? She saw me that night and sprayed me with her garden hose!”

You sniffled. “Like why was she awake at five am? And why was she gardening?”

“Literally! I was fucking freezing. The scream that came from my mouth after that-”

You both mocked his scream at the same time, laughing even harder as you remembered the old lady’s shocked face from that night. Slowly, you both started calming down, giggling as you remembered the streaking ordeal. Carlos took a sip from his beer. You drank from your rum and Coke. It was darker now, still not pitch black, but darker. You looked up into the sky, watching as clouds rolled by.

“What am I going to do without you?” Carlos asked. You looked back down. He was staring right at you, bringing the beer bottle back up to his plush lips. “Can’t you just quit college and travel with me?”

You scoffed. “And be what? Your trophy bestfriend?”

“Trophy wife?”

You swore that your heart stopped beating. Wife? As in marriage? Obviously he wasn’t being serious, right? Carlos was a playboy. He’d had plenty of girlfriends in his lifetime. From your past observations, you weren’t his type at all. He preferred dolled up girls, ones with fake blonde hair and exquisite makeup. He preferred high heels and short, skin tight dresses. He preferred long nails and longer lashes. Synthetic beauty. You were far from that. When you put on makeup, it was simple. You dolled yourself up, yes, but everything about you was natural. From your hair color to your nail length. You were a natural beauty-something Carlos had never indulged in.

“Very funny,” You smiled as you took another drink.

“What?”

You blinked very slowly at him. “Us getting married? Sure.”

He shrugged. “Why not? You don’t love me?”

“Of course I love you, Carlito.” You tried using his nickname to deescalate the situation. “But you would never marry me.”

“Bold assumption.”

Was he drunk? Or, was he shooting his shot because tonight was it? This was quite possibly his last chance, was he taking it? Was he working you up so you’d miss him more? God, this was confusing. “Carlos-”

Before you could even say another word, he was leaning forward to kiss you. His lips were warm on yours, a side effect of the alcohol you were sure. His lips were so soft, so large, so perfect. They pulled yours in with such ease, such delicacy-almost like you were fine China. His free hand came to your jaw, thumb resting on your cheek.

He pulled away first, much to your surprise. There was about half a beer left in his bottle. He downed it before speaking again. “I’m sorry, y/n. I don’t know why I thought that was ok.”

Your teeth pulled your bottom lip in. You’d just kissed Carlos, something you only ever dreamed about.

Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

You reached out, both palms resting on his cheeks this time, pulling him in for another kiss. Fuck it, you thought. This was a new dynamic between the two of you, but it was one that younger you would be ecstatic about.

This time, there was more hunger behind the kiss. Carlos understood this was something you wanted, and you now understood this was something he wanted. His tongue slipped between your lips, finding a home in your mouth. His hands wrapped around your neck, not applying any pressure, just applying warmth. You felt so warm, so satisfied. This was finally happening. Why couldn’t it have happened two years ago?

Carlos pulled away again, gasping for air while resting his forehead on yours. “Come here, hermosa.”

You got off your barstool and sat on his lap, your chest flush to his. The two of you resumed your makeout session, his hands roaming your back, your hands draped around his neck. You moaned into the kiss once his large fingers snuck beneath the fabric of your shirt and touched your hot skin. It was electrifying, it was new, it was so good.

You could feel the bulge in his lap pressed against your thigh. His kisses turned sloppy, his hands moved quicker, his breath grew shorter. It was obvious he was growing impatient with you sitting right there. He was hungry for you. He only wanted you.

His lips attacked your collarbone, leaving little bitemarks and wet spots across your skin. You ran your hands across his broad shoulders, leaning your head back as he created a constellation across your chest. The night air was cold, the sky was now completely dark. The string lights were off, but the glow from the city provided enough light for you to see Carlos at work. He looked so good, so handsome, so perfect.

He chuckled into your skin, the vibrations causing you to shiver. He involuntarily thrusted his hips up, grunting as he did so. You hung your head on his shoulder as he composed himself. “Wrap your legs around me when I stand up, ok?”

You could only nod, feeling gravity shift as he rose to his feet. You did as you were instructed, his arm coming to your lower back for support. Your chest was pressed so deep into his that you wondered if two humans could possibly get closer than this. You really wished your shirts were off so you could feel his skin on yours.

Softly, Carlos laid you down on the makeshift bed. It was more comfortable than you imagined it would be, but maybe your mind was too clouded with lust to be rational. You were focused on Carlos and only Carlos.

A gasp pushed past your lips, not because of anything Carlos did, but because of a loud and sudden explosion. The sky lights up in colors of reds and yellows, blues and purples, greens and oranges. Sparks quite literally fly as fireworks rip through the once still air. Carlos is beside you now, watching the sky with such intensity you wonder if he has ever seen a firework before.

“It’s Saint James Day.” He says to himself.

You’re pulling the covers up to your chest as you catch the small, toothy smile that he holds. He pulls his knees up and rests his elbows on them. You’re amazed at how quickly his attention changed from you to the fireworks.

“You had no idea?” You ask. “I knew there would be fireworks but I didn’t know they’d be close enough for us to see.”

Carlos shook his head. “I didn’t know, no.” He looked back over to you, that smile still on his lips. “What a way to spend our last night in Spain.”

Your heart stops beating. It’s like he was hellbent on reminding you that this was it.

Slowly, he reached for your jaw once again, bringing you in for a kiss. It was soft, it was gentle. It was reminiscent of the first kiss the two of you shared only a few minutes ago. Never, you thought, do I want this to end. It did, however. Everything has a beginning and an end. The circle begins when you place your pen on the page and it stops when you’ve finished drawing it. The story begins at birth and appears like it ends on a rooftop in Madrid-semi naked with fireworks in the background.

The fireworks carry on for a few more minutes. They seem to illustrate photos in the sky. Carlos sees it, too. He pulls out his phone to snap a quick photo before turning it to you. This goes unnoticed, you’re too preoccupied in watching the show before you. He snaps a candid photo of your side profile. It was one he would cherish for the rest of his life, even if it was low quality and dark.

When the sky falls dark once more, the sound of cars below once again filling your ears, Carlos turns his whole body to you. “I love you, y/n.”

Can I handle the seasons of my life? Well, I've been afraid of changin' 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older

And this time, it feels different. It feels like there is a non-platonic meaning to the sentence he says everyday. Carlos has been telling you he loved you since the two of you could speak. Everytime you two say goodbye his last words are, “I love you.” Every time he’s overjoyed with you he says, “I love you.” Every gift you’ve ever given him has been opened as he says, “I love you.” Every time you run into his garage after a good or bad race he greets you with, “I love you.” You begin to wonder if you’ve missed some signs along the way-if you were too immersed in the thought that, he would never date you, to realize he’s been fighting for you all along.

He answers your question when he speaks again. “All I've ever wanted in life was you. I knew that at the end of the day, I’d be alright as long as you were there, y/n. After a bad race, you were standing there waiting for me and I realized that it isn’t the end of the world. After a bad breakup, you were there to tell me that I’m not a douchebag and I’m actually a good person. After people told me I could never make it big in racing, you stood proud as my number one fan and forced me to carry on with my head held high.”

Your throat begins to burn. This was goodbye. This was Carlos’ confession.

“I have loved you for such a long time, y/n. It’s always been you. I have always wanted you.” No. “I have never clicked so well with someone. I have never thought someone was so beautiful as you. You don’t even have to try, either! You’re just so,”

He trails off, looking straight ahead at the city. His eyes glisten. You wonder if he’s about to cry. You know you’re one more word away from crying.

“I don’t know how I'm supposed to be ok after a bad day without you there to hold me.”

That does it. You hold a hand over your mouth as tears pour down your cheeks. They’re hot, but they aren't the same warmth that Carlos radiates. They’re painfully hot, his touch was pleasantly hot. You’ll have to learn to live with one and not the other, however.

“Carlos,” You choke out. He doesn’t turn to look at you, just staring straight ahead as tears of his own trickle down his cheeks. “Oh, Carlos.”

“This sucks.” He says.

“This sucks.” You repeat.

It sucks. Saying goodbye sucks. Leaving your hometown that you love so dearly sucks. Leaving your best friend sucks. What will become of the two of you? Will Carlos still love you? Will he return to Madrid and visit with your parents? Will he be saddened to see your empty room? Will he turn to look at every girl who resembles you and hope that somehow, someway, you found him? Will you do that to every man who looks like Carlos?

He leans back, laying flat on the bed. You rest your head on his chest, his fingers coming to play with your hair. “I believe with every bone in my body that you will do amazing things, Carlos. You’ll be a world champion one day. And guess what? You’re going to do it because you are strong. It’s not going to be because I’m holding your hand, it’s going to be because of your dedication, your talent, your strength, your skill. You’ve worked for this, Carlos. And you are going to do it.”

He sniffles, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, Carlos.” You say. And maybe things will be ok, maybe they won't. But you know that Carlos will go on to do great things. You know that he's the type of boy-no-he's the type of man to accomplish whatever he puts his mind to. He’ll fight for his life in that damn race car and then step out of it and make the whole room laugh and smile. He’ll make amazing friends, ones that will occupy the space you have always resided in. He’ll be happy and feel whole. He’ll think of you from time to time. Maybe you’ll visit one another when you both are in Madrid at the same time.

“I love you, y/n.”

And I'm getting older too

2026

You haven't run this fast since high school. Somewhere in the crowd, you’ve lost your husband, but you don't care. You have a mission to accomplish, a friend to see.

“Carlos!” You shout, waving your hands like a maniac. “¡Mi hijo! Carlos!”

A hand grabs you by the bicep. “You can’t be in here!” The strange man shouts. Did you run past some barriers? Yes. Did you push some young fans? Yes. Is security worried about your intentions? Yes. But there, only a few feet away, if the new World Champion.

“Let me go! I know Carlos!” You fight the man causing another to join in on the situation. Both of your arms are restrained and they’re practically carrying you out.

“Everyone says that.” One of them says.

“Please!” You beg. It’s been over three years since Carlos and you have seen each other in person. Life dragged you two apart. You thrived in college, becoming the girl that everyone loved. You made friends quickly and made memories even quicker. Carlos thrived in racing, too. He moved his way up pretty quickly, his Formula One debut coming just three years after he left. You’d seen the Youtube videos of him and his friends, you’d heard the inside jokes, read about Carlando-you knew he was happy. But, you two weren’t as close anymore. You’d text frequently, reaching out before a big race or after a difficult one. You’d facetime, too. You both had one another on social media, and sometimes he would comment on your post or respond to a story you had up. Life was different now, however. You and him were married. He couldn’t come to your wedding, it fell on a race weekend. You couldn’t go to his. You said you had work but watching him marry another girl would stir up some pain, even if you were in a happy relationship. You didn’t frequent Madrid all too much, choosing to vacation elsewhere when the time arises. But, vacations were rare now that you were a mother. This was the first time you’d been out of town since giving birth three years ago. It was worth it.

“Carlos!” You cried out once more. He knew you were at the race-he was the one that bought you the tickets-but you wanted to see him now, not later.

The commotion caught his attention. He stared for a second, trying to understand why two men were carrying out a girl, but then he saw who it was. “Y/n!”

He dropped the conversation he was having to run over to you. The hands of strange men were replaced by those of a familiar friend. You felt warm again. You felt whole.

He swept you up in a hug, spinning you around as you squealed. “You did it! You fucking did it Carlos!”

“I know! You were right muñeca! You were right!” The nickname alone was enough to make you cry. You hadn’t been called that in years. Since the two of you were in your teens.

He dropped you, hands sliding onto your cheeks. For a brief moment, you thought he would try to kiss you. He didn’t. But your mind wandered.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He smiled softly. “None of this would have happened without you.”

“Me?”

Carlos nodded. “I carried your words with me every day. Nobody has ever believed in me as much as you have.”

“Carlos-”

“I love you, y/n.”

The tears were back, and they fell hard. “I love you, Carlos.”

He was pulled away to go do his podium celebration. The Championship had come down to the last race of the season. Carlos beat out his competitors, however, winning not only the race, but the World Championship. And as he stood on that podium, champagne spraying through the air, fireworks began to pop in the sky. It lights up in colors of reds and yellows, blues and purples, greens and oranges.

He looks down at you, a smile splitting his lips.

It seems like the highest award to achieve, but he hopes that in another life, one hopefully close by, that he can get the one thing he desires most.

You.

Maybe in another life, you followed him. Maybe in another life you two got married. Maybe in another life you reached out more. But in this life, Carlos is a World Champion. You wouldn’t trade his excitement, his pride and his joy for anything.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 requests #f1 imagine #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz ff #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz smut #f1 smut #f1 angst #carlos sainz angst #max verstappen #pierre gasly

[coralinnii]

✧ Who’s your vibe: Pomefiore edition ✧

How to play: out of the 20 traits I think of about the TWST guys, bold or highlight the traits you associate or vibe with. No competition, no challenge, just fun.

Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia

Vil

8/20

Always fashion-coordinated \ Beauty is cultivated \ High standards \ Heeled shoes \ Skincare is self-care / Gender norms are so last season \ Health nut \ Strict mom vibes \ Rich-scented perfume \ Fruit smoothies \ Unabashedly proud \ Competitive \ Makeup on point \ Film enthusiast \ Perfectly photogenic \ Popular kid at school \ An eye for design \ Drama kid \ Yoga \ Dad’s biggest fan \

Rook

6/20

Francais \ Sees beauty in everything \ Hype man \ Detailed-orientated \ "Everything is an adventure worth having" \ Passion for life \ Keeps hundreds of photos \ Quiet footsteps \ Mad scientist vibes \ Theater appreciation kid \ There's always a bright side \ Words of appreciation \ Tamed wild child \ Simp \ Fancy hats \ Private about self \ Curious green eyes \ Handwritten poetry \ Archery \ Hands-on artist \

Epel

7/20

Green thumb \ Only kid in an elderly neighborhood \ Thick accent when emotional \ Apple-flavored treats \ Adrenaline chaser \ Physically underestimated \ Carving art \ Snowy mountains \ no-touchy rule \ Only child \ Feral child \ Baby face \ Don’t mind getting dirty \ Chunky boots \ “Don’t call me cute!" \ Getting into fights as a kid \ Hand-knitted sweaters \ Snow sledding \ Shortest in any group \ Big blue eyes \

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #pomefiore

[maryflorlovyblog]

Compensation

"I don't know how to love like Jesus loved, But I know how to love him. I don't have the faith of Saint Francis of Assisi, But I have a Franciscan life. I don't know how to write like Quintana, But I can read Quintana. I don't have Romeo's Juliet, But I have a love that is mine. If I can't live in Pasargadae, I live happily in Passo Fundo. If I can't be William Shakespeare, I can be a man of few words. Or not. If I don't have answers, I research. Without beauty, I exude sympathy. Without money, Capriche in the economy. I avoid lenses, For not being photogenic. Having sadness, I fight with joy. And if there are cameras, Laugh. Just laugh. He used to smile."

[Classified among the 250 to be published in the 2013 free poetry competition Moacir LuÌs Araldi]

Peaceful night my dear friends

#maryflor #sweet dreams #boa noite #gratidão

[ramayantika]

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬: 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

(Apna apna sab choose karlo 👀)

Bharatanatyam

The girl in red and gold. Never steps out of the house without a bindi, loves the sun a little too much and gets the perfect golden hour photos. Will drag you out in the sun to prove that her hair is brown. Looks no less than a goddess in traditionals, rocks desi wear as well as western, always the best dressed in the room and sometimes the overdressed one. A walking saree encyclopedia, dreams to have a large wardrobe just for her sarees. Will also lend you some of her sarees and drapes them so well. If you are wearing a saree for a date, ask her for help. Reads a lot of detective books maybe, ranging from Sherlock Holmes to Feluda. Has learnt martial arts too, armed with wit, got the best comebacks and will fight for her friends. Highly intimidating when you meet her first until you get to witness the soft sunshine version of her. Photogenic, loves the camera, could also be a model. Her walk radiates power and confidence. Ambitious and full of ideas, commands attention easily with a snap of ger fingers. Heads turn at her when she enters the room, an eloquent speaker because she is well read. Tries to spread happiness in her own ways, knows everyone in her neighbourhood, is friends with everyone, right from the little kids to the oldies in the park, the Mother hen of her group. Loves puppies and will cry while watching cute puppy videos. Cooks delicious dishes and watch her lash out if she finds out that you skipped breakfast. A pure soul, too kind and generous for the world and does her best in spreading happiness around her.

'It's honestly a choice which we have to make. We can choose to see everything as cold and heartless around us or start seeing at the brighter side of things. Trust me, the latter is a better choice. Why would someone want to live such a miserable life laced with bitterness and resent. I know I cannot singlehandedly make everything right in the world, but I can surely make a difference in at least a single person's life? Why focus on things at the greater scale when we can make changes that should starts from us?"

Odissi

The shy girl next door, writes poetry in her rough notebook, hopeless romantic and a daydreamer. For her, outing means a visit to the temple. Ardent admirer of all types of art, stares at temple sculptures and statues, and is also a history lover. Pink lip gloss, jasmine flowers and a doe-eyed beauty. Makes flower jewellery and will gift you many of her own works if you are her friend. Wears light coloured clothes and minimal accessories, light feminine, crushes over book characters and will make you see the best traits in yourself but forgets to look at the good in herself. Recites romantic poetry in front of the mirror and pretends to be someone's muse, replaces herself with the characters in period dramas Has gorgeous hair but will always keep them in a messy bun, but god when she lets her hair down, she looks like an angel. Her social life includes playing with children and narrating them stories and fairytales.

'His lips gently follow the trail of the small dots of sandalwood paste on her back. It forms a serpentine path on her skin and ends on the curve of her waist where his lips gently caress her soft skin, delighted at the treasure gifted by the perfumed trail.'

"You haven't even held hands with a boy and yet you can come up with this? How?"

"Oh, it's nothing. You have to see my writing journal and you will definitely believe that I am well versed in the arts of love."

"Arts of love? Who uses that?"

"Me. Now come, let's watch Jodha Akbar."

"Again?!"

Kathak

Kurtis and Anarkalis. Has long hair that is half of the time braided. Might also wear a parandi at events. Shayari aur ghazalein, listens to old Bollywood songs late at night under the moon on the terrace. Star gazing, late night deep conversations, vintage clothing, would write you hand written love letters. Knows hindustani music, sings late at night and sometimes in the early hours of dawn. Aankhon mein gehra kajal jise dekh na jane kitne uske aashiq bann gaye, deep eyes that will stare into your soul, loves to wear red lipstick and will wear silver jewellery with every outfit. To win her heart? Take her jhumke shopping. She is the desi pinterest aesthetic. Bases her personality on Sahibjaan from Pakeezah, Anarkali from Mughal-E-Azam, Umrao Jaan and Chandramukhi from Devdas. Has desi aesthetic moodboards on Pinterest and lives like it too minus the havelis and lots of expensive jewellery. If you are a poet, she will end up proposing you.

'जो मेरा नाम अपनी शायरी में अमर कर दे

मरूंगी तो केवल उस शायर के नाम'

"Umrao jaan 2.0 apni pariksha ki taiyari kare aapke non existent premi kavi ya shayar marks nahi dilayenge"

"Tauba tauba sara mood kharab kar diya"

Kuchipudi

Was made to learn dance and music as a child, knows how to play the veena or the sitar well, cannot sing but will play the instrument for you if you ask. Gold jewellery? No. Silver jewellery? No. Pearls? Absolutely! An all rounder, academically brilliant as well as in extra-curriculars, perfectionist and will breakdown at the slightest inconvenience. Loves to go on long walks, sunset photography, has a collection of journals and hauls stationary items. Collects fallen flowers and keeps them inside her books. soft smiles, long artistic fingers that always have ink spots, a small but a close friend group, wishes on flowers, so quiet that you might not her speak at times, notices the minute things about her friends and the people she meets. Looks too long into the mirror and loses herself, has too many questions but will never ask. Has pretty crazy dreams that could become book plots.

"Do you ever stare at your eyes in the mirror for a very long time? Do you feel your reflection change? Those eyes that look back at you... they have so much to say, they carry so many secrets inside them even though at a superficial level, it might seem that your reflection and you are the same, but it's not. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel it's not me. I am not her nor am I anyone else. I feel I am a part of the galaxies, of stars and planets and of souls -- that I have existed here a long time ago and I have been reborn again for unknown reasons, reasons that somewhere my would would know. Do you not feel the same?"

Kathakali

Athletic, into sports, highly dramatic, can and will recite film dialogues at every situation, has a larger than life attitude, grand gestures and celebrations for her favourite people as well as for herself, always brimming with energy even at 3am, colourful flashy clothes that make her stand distinct from everyone, make-up game on point, a HUGE foodie, takes you to the best eateries and restaurants, indulges in pranks and all sorts of harmless mischief that makes her endearing, expresses everything just with her eyes. You can't say no to her because she will conjure such a facial expression that it would be difficult to say no which is why she gets away with mischief. Will debate about literature and philosophy, has a lot of knowledge about historical texts and scriptures, can easily make you laugh by imitating characters from stories and tales. Will also spam you with her thoughts and opinions on text and if you are in her close friend circle, keep your phone on because she will immerse herself about the latest book she read. Races with kids from her colony and lets them win, gully cricket vali didi, street smart, procrastinates assignments until the deadline is knocking at the door. Knows the secret spots in the city as well as their stories, has the best horror stories to narrate at a campfire.

"I know it's 2am, but is it okay if-"

"Even if I say no, you will tell me, but I am interested. Speak."

"What if all the characters in our epics were us, I mean like us normal human beings who achieved greatness and such divine status because of their work and somehow maybe that was the truth, but with time, we began thinking that we are not capable of becoming like them so we decided that we would take the credit of their hard work and replace it with magical powers and worship them, but not try and become like them? And somehow so many ideal kings, queen, warriors and artists when then look at us from heaven want us to achieve the same level of greatness like them? But they are sad that we think so less of ourselves? I am not denying God's presence though, don't get me wrong on that. I am talking about all the great people from stories that have been passed down to us. I do appreciate the creativity and imagination of the writers and poets involved, but what if we are actually failing to look more deeper into it. What if they want us to go beyond the veil of imagination in those stories and find ourselves in them?"

Manipuri

One word: Ethereal. Doesn't look like she belongs to this world. You saw her first at a waterfall, dressed in white and red shades, mostly prefers pastel shades, makes beautiful flower bouquets, has got a very melodious voice and when she sings by the waterfall with the swans sitting beside her, she appears like a water nymph. Playful eyes, whispers words, will wink and smile at you before disappearing into a run. She walks as if she is floating, got the lightest feet, soft dewy skin, nature's daughter. Sings before the Gods in temples, always has a peacock feather with her, makes one wonder if she is a human or someone divine, wants to live in a cottage overlooking lush green hills.

"Ironic isn't it that beauty, riches, pride, nothing shall exist in the end because we shall go back to mother nature, Prakriti? I shall be ash, a small heap of ash in the future and my stories, my experiences, the beauty which people love to talk about, nothing will exist. Even when humans leave a piece of land, they think it shall be dead and decayed, but they have forgotten Prakriti's nature. She is nourishing and a healer. She shall be the only one remaining."

Mohiniyattam

Loves to sit by a riverbank, serenity, looks at you as if she knows everything about you even about the words you shall speak next, mysterious vibe, doesn't trust anyone easily, lotuses are her favourite. Who is the girl standing waist deep in the river looking at the moon? Loves to wear alta on her hands and feet, wears anklets, longing side glances, perfectly arched eyebrows, dances in the rain, photographs everything, a natural charmer, goes to museums and coffee. Date ideas? Boat rides for evenings. A very private person, doesn't reveal much about herself, contemplates about Life and the Universe, space geek, stars are her friends.

When I look at you, at your great depths, I marvel at the power you have subdued while flowing through the land of Man. Born from the great peaks of mountain ranges, like a young girl who is pulsating with energy, you flow down your father's abode. Were you aware of your strength then? You cut through rocks, found your way through dense forests, and finally emerged into our land. We took you granted, knowing you shall forever exist for us, that you shall always nurture our bodies, our minds and our souls, until we witnessed your dance of death.

I wondered how Lasya, the feminine style of dance, also known as Goddess Parvati's style of dancing could be destructive? You swirled to great heights. With each turn, your colour darkened, absorbing the green from trees, the white from clouds, yellow from the sun, blue from the dawn and purple from sunsets. In the end your colour changed to brown and grey as you engulfed everything we held dear. You ultimately showed your hidden strength that you possesses in the days of girlhood until you heard us wail and weep. Motherhood came back to you, and with time, you began nursing us once again. The city repaired itself, we began learning about the secrets of life and death on your banks and children played with your gentle waters. And then you longed for love, so you advanced towards the sea, merging with its grand form. Once, I used to see it as a way of losing your entire identity, but now I see it as being one. You nourish man in the city and then with your dear love, the mighty sea, you nourish the life that resides inside water. I would like to be something like that.

"Is that why you spend so much time at the river?"

"Yes."

Sattriya

Plays the flute, the most non violent human, will never get angry, calm voice that might lead you to deep sleep. Nobody has seen her even glare at someone. Gold jewellery, squints at the sun, sings devotional songs for Krishna, cannot eat spicy food, lives in the hills, will definitely win if you race against her in the hills, knows quiet spots to appreciate the valleys. Has a great deal of knowledge about herbal medicines, one touch and you will feel that the pain is gone. Has Diy skin care methods ready, gives the best oil massage, cold hands in winter, looks adorable when covered in a shawl, red cheeks that appear like natural blush, makes the best tea.

"Close your eyes, open your ears and your mind too. You might begin to understand the language of the hills. They will send you messages of rain clouds, soft kisses of wintery breeze, fragrance of spring and gently warmth of the sun. Sometimes, if you look closely enough, you might get to know who you are in this world in front of them."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 ‧͙⁺ ˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙◌

I DID IT :D

Even though it's based on dance, but everyone isn't into dance, so i did try my best to make it inclusive and ofc i had to write these paragraphs because I felt more creative lol (just to sum up the vibes maybe that's why) It was a bit tricky to make for Sattriya and Manipuri. I looked up some articles and then some Assam and Manipur tourism videos and also some of theri dance videos too for this. Now I mentioned some of rhe traits and stuff based on the dancing history and the repertoire plus also from the place where it belongs too

Tell me your favorite one and which one you relate to the most.

Shoutout to @remen-nyoodless for the hindi lines

Tagging: @yehsahihai @swayamev @sanskari-kanya @navaratna @daddojanam @pulihora @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @aapki-pyaari-sakhi @kuhuchan @arachneofthoughts @vedajananixx @pothosinpots @eugenephosgene @reallythoughtfulwizard @ma-douce-souffrance

#desiblr #danceblr #desi academia #dance academia #types of girls #aesthetic posts #desi aesthetic #classical dance

[minnesotadruids]

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[never-dim-your-light]

Artists, websites, interesting places & things ! ...

My memory is poor. As for the purposes of updating, I will add new postings to the top of the list. Albeit not alphabetized in this manner, it is easier to maintain. I started the list so I would have all of the artists I love, places I've been, websites I like, all at a glance whenever I work on projects. Then I decided to share it. I mean, why not! At present it's mainly names without context. Which is a little unfair to artists. However, as I get more settled in my new home,I will provide more links, etc.(With Artists Permission Naturally.) Thank You For Being Here ..... ~S

Peter Coulson - Photographer

Alina Bobyleva - model. (With the exception of a few fashion photographers I greatly respect, (*One of whom I will link above this note), I don't normally like to put too much emphasis on the modelling industry per se. However, with as much focus on blond or raven haired, tanned models. This young lady is a fair skinned redhead. When I was growing up as a fair skinned dark shade redhead, you never saw yourself represented in the fashion world.

Photogenics Media & Divisions - Link

Olivia Bee

Rebecca Cairns

Janine Machiedo

PaperWrld (vintage stationary & supplies)

Abril Peiretti - post with links

Adriana Petit

Aela Labbe

Alessio Albi

Alicja Anna Reczek

Alicja Rodzik

Alicja Brodowicz 

Amandine Joannes 

Ana María Bustamante 

Andrea Young Art 

Anna Marcell

Anna Nycz

Annette Pehrsson

Anya Anti Art 

Arna Miller

Artist A Day

Barbara Bezina

Bella Kotak

Camil Tulcan

Caryn Drexl - photography & mixed media  

Celeste Ortiz

Colette Saint Yves

Claire Louria

Clare Marie Bailey  

Corpus Vertebrae(Michalina Wozniak) 

Cristina Coral  

Cristina Otero 

Crystal Lee Lucas 

Dara Scully

Deborah Sheedy 

Deborah Turbeville 

Diana Moss (Miss Moss- graphic designer/blogger)

Diane Powers 

Diego Fernandez

Eirini Lachana

Elif Sanem Karakoc 

Elin Kero - (Swedish photographer) 

Elisa Scascitelli

Ellen Rogers

Esme Fransen

Eva Carollo 

Eva Varveropoulou  

Fabrizia Milia

Flemmanoir 

Follow me away

Gundula Blumi

Hannah Häseker

Heiner Luepke

Holly Andres

Honeyuck( hana haley)

Imogen Cunningham 

Irène Lichtenstein

Irina Joanne

Isa Marcelli

Isabella Bubola

Jaroslaw Datta  

Jeffrey Stockbridge 

Jessica Tremp

Jingna Zhang

Jone Reed

Josephine Cardin

Julie de Waroquier

Kamwei Fong 

Katia Chausheva 

Katie Eleanor

Katrin Koenning 

Katya Berestova

Kiki Prager

Klara Vlese 

Kris Lewis 

Kylli Sparre 

Laura Makabresku 

Laura Zalenga

Laurie Anne 

Leela

Leslie Ann O'Dell 

Lídia Vives

Lieke Anna 

Liu Qing

Lillistorm 

LLimonium 

Lukasz Wierzbowski

Lysiane Bourdon 

Magdalena Franczuk

Magdalena Russocka 

Maia Flore 

Mara Gritt 

Maren Klemp 

Margaret Durow

Margherita Introna 

Marie Hochhaus

Marit Beer 

Mira Nedyalkova

Mariam Sitchinava

Martin Stranka 

MelleSan

Misma Andrews

Miss Aniela (Natalie Lennard)

Moirrey Malane

Monia Merlo

Nannimensch 

Nastya Kaletkina  

Natalie Ina 

Nathalia Suellen

Nathalie Lete - Instagram

Nicola Samori

Nicol Vizioli 

NISHE

Olga Astratova

Philomena Famulok

Rebecca - IG (finding quiet in the wild)

Reflected Faith 

Sofia Ajram 

Sol Anna 

Tamara Lichtenstein

Teresa Queirós

Thomas Dodd

Through My Heart Poetry. Photography and Painting

Tim Barber

Tim Walker

Tina Sosna

Tina Teaspoon 

Urszula Kluz-Knope

Valentina Rosić 

Vanesa Menalli (danzar mundos)  

Vanessa Stockard 

Veronika Chikalova

Veroszka

Virginia Rota 

Yesterday Today 

#list #artists to take note of

[cococharm]

Apollo, whose birth name is Kang Jihoon, born and raised in Sydney, Australia, captured attention with his striking visuals and charming personality from a young age. With a background in modeling and acting, he exuded confidence and charisma, garnering attention wherever he went. Prior to joining Olympexus, Apollo pursued a career in the entertainment industry, appearing in commercials, fashion editorials, and television dramas. His magnetic presence and photogenic looks made him a sought-after talent in the industry.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ THE BASICS stage name ✦ Apollo birth name ✦ Kang Jihoon english name ✦ Jey Kang birth date ✦ May 29, 2004 zodiac sign ✦ Aquarius birthplace ✦ Sydney, Australia ethnicity ✦ Australian height ✦ 183 cm || 6'0 languages ✦ Korean, English, Spanish face claim ✦ Jung Jihyeong

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ THE CAREER group ✦ Olympexus (Current) position ✦ Sub Vocalist, Visual training period ✦ 5 years company ✦ INTERTENIR UPSHOT

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TRIVIA

Greetings:"Hiya! I'm Apollo, the visual masterpiece of Olympexus, striking a pose with every glance!"

 Named after the god of music, poetry, and the sun in Greek mythology, representing beauty, harmony, and enlightenment. It reflects his role as the visual and sub-vocalist, adding aesthetic appeal and charm to the group's image.

Apollo is an aspiring fashion designer and often collaborates with local designers to create custom stage outfits for Olympexus' performances.

He is a talented photographer and enjoys capturing candid moments of his fellow members during their travels and adventures, compiling them into photo albums as keepsakes.

a nature lover and often goes on solo hiking trips to recharge and find inspiration for his creative projects.

#fictional kpop idol #fictional kpop oc #fictional idol kpop #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fake kpop idol #fake kpop oc #fake kpop group #fake oc #idol #idol au #idol oc #kpop idol #kpop #kpop bg #apollo #jey #jung jinhyeong

[aesthetelabel]

Postcards - Boutique hotel Les Roches Rouges has sweeping views of the Mediterranean Sea, a sleek aesthetic and a photogenic stoned-lined pool by the surf. This effortlessly cool hideaway flirts with the fringes Fréjus, on the edge of L’Esterel National Park. A design-forward Riviera retreat that mixes Fifties and Sixties glamour with locally sourced art and furniture. From the peachy-tan glow of the breakfast terrace to the pool hewn from the rocks this hotel has photo opportunities at every turn. It was built as a motel in the late 1950s and was operating as an unassuming three-star hotel (of the same name) before being bought by hip French hotelier Valéry Grégo, and transformed into its glamorous current incarnation. Inside a De Sede DS600 sofa takes pride of place in reception, next to potted plants, a cane table and a bespoke oak front desk littered with Céramiques du Beaujolais pots and Slim Aarons tomes. Abstract finger paintings by Caroline Denervaud line the walls. Vintage furniture is by names such as Charlotte Perriand and George Nakashima. . . . . Photograph @aesthetelabel #lessismore #france #inspirationalquotes #poetry #seaside #photography #frenchriviera #travel #travelpics #travelphotography #wander #wanderlust #ocean #sea #stills #yachtlife #vegan #crueltyfree #freespirit #oceanbreeze #shopsustainable #postcards #luxuryhotel #hotel #midcenturymodern #vintage #homedecor #igvintage #aesthetelabel #surf https://www.instagram.com/p/CjTMwBIrxuO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lessismore #france #inspirationalquotes #poetry #seaside #photography #frenchriviera #travel #travelpics #travelphotography #wander #wanderlust #ocean #sea #stills #yachtlife #vegan #crueltyfree #freespirit #oceanbreeze #shopsustainable #postcards #luxuryhotel #hotel #midcenturymodern #vintage #homedecor #igvintage #aesthetelabel #surf

[annabellelupin]

Dorcas Meadowes picrew and headcanons (picrew is by djarn and here's the link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/332600)

They/she demigirl and pansexual

cottagecore + witch energy (well like obv they're a witch but I mean like spooky witch that lives deep in a forest vibes)

HAS A WITCHY BLACK CAT-

looks like a living goddess

like they're that one friend that's always so photogenic there is no getting a bad picture of her

probably super good at charms and divination

Slytherin

listens to classical and pop music

collects flowers and mushrooms like they're trading cards

wears doc martens with absolutely everything

really likes dancing

black coffee and tea >>> anything else

writes gay poetry about their gay gf

has a resting bitch face but she's super nice when u get to know them

just wants to live in a little house in the forest away from all humans bc humans are dumb

very introverted and doesn't like people

is autistic and has anxiety

has sensory issues to certain sounds and will wear headphones or earplugs to block out noises

super creative

#dorcas meadowes #marlene x dorcas #dorcas x marlene #dorlene #harrypotter #maraudersheadcanons #marauders era #harry potter marauders #the marauders era #the marauders

[farfrompleasant]

Friend! Sorry I missed last week!! I have been running around like a bald chicken!!! (Like all my hair has fallen out but my head's not chopped off, yet! 😂) I'm going back to Utah this month! Holy Ghost help 😭

Speaking of hair, your new profile picture!!! 😍😍😍 The coils! The definition! The xlxmf$8_!'jrkfd my God, and am I crazy or does Miss Freyja KNOW how to Pose?! Speaking of the top of your page, did you have a birthday recently??? If so, why didn't you tell me! I would've gotten you something ❤️ it was just Tia's birthday this week too & I got her a book of poetry by one of my favs, which, 🤓

Okay alright, ahem, Happy Freyja Friday!!! I'm very early 😂 I hope it partway makes up for missing last week 😉 how are y'all doing? You still taking her out for getting used to being outside with you? Once you said she used to go out places with your partner I've felt pretty confident that you'll get there with her. I don't know anything about building a bond with reptiles or how they accumulate affection but I feel like y'all must be on your way!

She shedding this week? (I hope not, poor thing, the overachiever 😂) also I Just remembered you said shedding is kinda stinky so bless you mom too for constantly putting up with it ❤️

What has she been liking to eat nowadays? Any late summer fruit treats??? I vaguely remember you mentioning this but she doesn't eat everyday right? No frozen treats in this heat either big oof

Side note last time I went to the pet store, the box that had the peach throated monitor had a couple of turtles inside. Wonder what happened to peachy friend... You like turtles??? We had two when I was very young but they were pretty neglected in retrospect 😢 I think lizards are the perfect reptile pets, snakes have no legs which is 👎 and turtles have shells which is kind of meh lol

Oh ANOTHER heat wave in CA 💀 y'all stay cool and hydrated as much as you can!!!

Abbie is resting her chin on the sun baked stone tabletop, don't ask me why she ain't bright 😅

Omg nooo, you’re losing hair or are you speaking figuratively? I hope it’s the latter because that sounds very stressful 🥺 and oh man, you are ping-ponging from Utah to Philly at this point! Bless you 🥲 and there’s no need to stress missing last week, Freyja Fridays are to be fun and flexible c;

Dhdjkskd not you gassing meee 🥰🥰🥰 but thank you❤️ I’ve been using blue magic as a sealant and styler and it’s be going well c: and our Freyby pie knows how to pose! I think she enjoys a little camera time, especially since she’s mega photogenic 🤭 ah, idk how to uhm bring up my birthday but you would be correct it was on the 29th c: and you didn’t have to gift me anything! I’m grateful for another year well spent tbh but I appreciate you getting me something and I’m looking forward to reading it 😆 I actually teared up when I got that email… you’re the sweetest, friend ❤️

Lololol, without further ado~ Happy Freyja Friday!!! We’re doing good, Freyja’s been a tad reclusive as of late but I’ve managed to take her out onto the porch c: since schools back in session, it’s been a little challenging for me to spend more quality time with her… so it’s imperative that I handle her sometime throughout my day. But I think it’ll take more time than I’d though ;p I think it has a lot to do with them raising her throughout her juvenile life? I’m unsure but I think we’re well on our way to her being more comfortable with me and traveling 🥰

Surprisingly, she hasn’t had any shedding and I’m so happy for her 😆 like, Miss Girl is always shedding!! So you can imagine how astonishing it was to realize that there was no signs of shedding whatsoever 😭 I think it has a lot to do with me not having time to bathe her last week (which means she pooped in her enclosure… it’s been a while since that happened 🥲) but I think she needed a break or something…

Freyja’s been really into worms and surprisingly diced apples. But they HAVE to be Granny Smith’s apples; she refuses to indulge in any other ones 😂 the girl is major picky when it comes to the color of food! She typically hates green food choices, and will opt for vibrant colors like red or yellow so I was taken aback. She hasn’t been in the mood for dandelion greens or collard greens so I’m thinking of trying out basil? I know she it’s edible for her buuut she hasn’t tried it yet ;p

I’ve always wanted turtles, but I also consider caring for them to be high-maintenance. I mean, I already back bend and more to cater to Freyja so I would assume I’d be doing the most for the little lovelies… still want them though 😭 I’ve always looked at snakes to be tails with a face but they’re kinda cute 🥰 and surprisingly, they’re rather shy c:

I would say we’re trying, but I’m the one that’s trying!💀 but I will make sure that we will stay hydrated ❤️ and I’m unsure of the weather in Utah, but make sure to stay cool and hydrated, friend 🥰

ABBIE!!! She’s sooo cute 🥰 bathing in the sun, basking on the stone top 🥺 you know what, dogs and beardies are too similar because Freyja would definitely pancake in this situation 😂

#freyja friday #badatwritingstuff💓 #farfrompleasant #beardies i love #dogs i love #cats i love

[emilieautumnarchives]

My cupcakes bring all the rats to the yard...

Posted: May 7, 2009 Archived from the BonnyTymePyrate Archives

Dearest Plague Rats,

It’s a sunny day in Heaven. I’ve been going through the mass of beautiful gifts and tokens and remembrances given to me and the girls by you during this last tour, and I am again overwhelmed by just how god damn crafty you all are! Hand knit stockings and bears, books, drawings, paintings, poetry, hand made teacups and jewelry, embroidered socks, muffins galore, and even home movies from your own Asylum cells, muffin songs (We Are The Muffins, My Friends…), and videos of the mad tea parties you hold with your friends (in bed)! It is all too good.

We are all so grateful.

And so, so happy.

And to know that you crazies are out there playing “Asylum” and dressing up as Captain Maggot, Aprella, Contessa, Veronica, and the rest, learning our silly moves, reciting Contessa’s prayers, it just blows my fragile little mind…it was so lovely to see, and made me probably the very proudest I have ever been, ever. Bring on the play time. Bring on the dress up. We don’t do enough of that in this world, do we? The play’s the thing…

Guess what, cupcakes?

I’m going to show you my favorite picture I’ve ever taken, because, well, it’s Wednesday. I was saving it for Rolling Stone (Scone?), but, fuck magazines, you get it first. Happy Cinco de Mayo, bitches.

Cupcake by fLee, blood by me.

This is one of those very rare shots of myself that I can stand looking at, primarily because the whole experience of this shoot was absolutely lovely. It was undoubtedly my and Asylum photog Casey Mitchell’s best work, and fLee was there as set stylist, cupcake designer, and “tea” sharer (it was actually champagne – don’t ever, ever do a photo shoot without champagne, muffins, that’s pro secret no. 1). It was fun, silly, stupid, messy, sparkly, pretty, delicious (did you see all the cookies?!!?!), violently feministic, and, come on now, BASIL the plague rat was my co-model! Does it get any better than that? He is disgustingly photogenic, it’s not fair…not one bad angle on that rat. Anywhats, this was a shoot I’d been planning for a long time, and I am uncharacteristically proud of it. Especially my pasties. I’d made them, and everything else, myself, and only got the glue off my fingers in time to smile for the camera. Which is as it should be. Always.

With Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, Block B, Cell W14, Inmate A, EA

P.S. The Plague: Get it. Feed it. Spread it. Sluts.

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Interesting tidbit fom the comments:

VoilinX: ...which is why it was initially given to KinKats as the cover shot, but they had to change it to the other at the last minute because of their fear that, with the pic above as the cover, the magazine might be banned from the stands. While that truly shocked me to hear, it was also intensely flattering that I could do anything “ban worthy”…

#2009 #kinkats #cupcake photoshoot #journal #journals #journal entries #journal archives #opheliac era #tumblr gonna take this down i bet

[alfieshawfmp]

Bird, B.C.J. (2020). Bodium, quintessential, archetypal, photogenic and the most romantic of all British castles. A visit to Bodium castle is a must for all castle lovers and history fans. [online]. Available from: https://www.seeingthepast.com/blog/bodium [Accessed 12 April 2024].

Experimentation with turning information into a design.

Search for Bodiam’s witches’ marks, builder’s marks and medieval graffiti.

"A fun thing to do is searching the castles walls for various carved marks. Investigate the gatehouse for what could be marks to scare away witches. They are circular in shape not too difficult to discover. Once you have found one, it is easy to find more. Then, go around the rest of the castle looking for other examples of medieval graffiti. Most stonemasons could not read but liked to leave a mark showing who had shaped particular building blocks. Look for arrows, crosses and triangles randomly distributed throughout the castle."

Is Bodiam Castle haunted?

"Yes, apparently Bodiam is haunted. Its number one ghost is a lady dressed in red who appears at the top of one of the towers gazing out at something in the distance. No-one has worked out who she is and what she is gazing at! Others claim that she is seen on the evening of a full moon and is waiting for someone. Added to this, whilst a member of staff was locking up one day, she glanced up at a window and caught sight of a lady in a red dress. She thought that she had accidentally locked a member of the public in and so went to release her. A thorough search of the castle was carried out but no woman was ever discovered!"

I will experiment with turning this information into designs.

Before reading this I also did a design using imagery and a poem I got from:

www.poetryatlas.comAvailable from: http://www.poetryatlas.com/poetry/poem/1537/on-beholding-bodiham-castle.html (n.d.). On Beholding Bodiham Castle by Edward, 1st Baron Thurlow - Poetry Atlas [online]. [Accessed 12 April 2024].

This was just a quick experimentation where I was learning some imager manipulation and experimenting with some light collaging.

Overall the design is a bit sloppy and the grid isn't very thought out and theres no real narrative behind the design so it'll most likely be scrapped if I can't take it further. Through this I learned to start with the story first.

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— Rockstar, Janoch Sheldon.

In the pulsating realm of entertainment, Jake emerges as a true luminary, a rockstar extraordinaire whose multifaceted talents transcend the conventional boundaries of music. With an ethereal voice that echoes like a melody from celestial realms, Jake doesn't just sing – he orchestrates a symphony that resonates with the very soul of his audience.

Beyond the boundaries of the stage, Jake's prowess extends to the dance floor, where he effortlessly maneuvers with the grace of a seasoned performer. His movements are a rhythmic poetry, a dance that weaves seamlessly into the fabric of his charismatic persona. It's as if he has mastered the art of not just singing, but also dancing through the notes of his own melodies.

Yet, Jake's allure doesn't end there. His visage is a masterpiece, akin to a majestic angel gracing the earthly stage. Each feature seems sculpted with divine precision, and when he steps into the spotlight, it's as if he carries an otherworldly aura that captivates hearts. Not only a virtuoso in music and dance, but Jake also effortlessly transitions into the world of modeling, where his photogenic allure adds a cinematic quality to every frame.

In the grand tapestry of entertainment, Jake stands not just as a rockstar, but as a polymath of the arts – a celestial being whose talents know no bounds, captivating audiences with his voice, dance, and the ethereal beauty that defines him, Janoch Sheldon.

[weddingadornment]

Beyond Flowers: The Symbolic Language of Wedding Garlands

In the orchestration of a wedding ceremony, amidst the blooming petals and fragrant blossoms, there exists a silent language—a language woven into the very fabric of wedding garlands. 

Beyond their aesthetic charm, these floral circlets speak volumes through a symbolic lexicon that transcends the language of words. 

Join us on a journey into the enchanting realm of Beyond Flowers: The Symbolic Language of Wedding Garlands.

Floral Poetry: A Symphony of Symbols

The choice of flowers in wedding garlands is a poetic selection, each bloom contributing to a symphony of symbols. 

Roses, often the embodiment of love, convey an everlasting affection. Jasmine, with its delicate purity, symbolizes auspicious beginnings. 

Orchids, the epitome of beauty, add a touch of elegance. Together, these blooms compose a floral poem that narrates the couple's love story.

Circle of Infinity: Eternal Unity

The circular shape of wedding garlands speaks to the concept of infinity and eternal unity. As the garlands encircle the necks of the bride and groom, they symbolize a bond that knows no beginning or end. 

The act of exchanging these circles becomes a pledge—a commitment to an unbroken connection that will endure through the passage of time.

Colors of Emotion: Expressing Sentiments

The color palette of wedding garlands is a canvas for expressing emotions. White symbolizes purity and innocence, red signifies passion and love, while gold and yellow represent prosperity and vitality. 

Each hue becomes a brushstroke in the emotional landscape, allowing the couple to convey sentiments and aspirations through the language of colors.

Fragrance of Promises: Aromas of Commitment

Beyond their visual symbolism, the fragrance of the flowers in wedding garlands carries the promise of commitment. 

The sweet scent of jasmine may represent the purity of intentions, while the aromatic roses symbolize the enduring love that the couple pledges to each other. 

The exchange of fragrances becomes a sensory affirmation of their vows.

Interwoven Stories: Cultural Heritage

In many cultures, wedding garlands are crafted with specific flowers that hold cultural significance. The choice of blooms often tells a story deeply rooted in tradition. 

From the sacredness of lotus flowers in Hindu weddings to the meaningful arrangements in Hawaiian leis, each cultural tradition interweaves a unique narrative into the garlands.

Unity in Diversity: Fusion of Cultural Elements

Modern couples often celebrate their diverse backgrounds by incorporating a fusion of cultural elements into their wedding garlands. 

The act becomes a celebration of unity in diversity, with each garland representing not only the individual stories of the bride and groom but also the harmonious blend of their cultural heritages.

Embodied Blessings: Rituals of Exchange

The exchange of wedding garlands is often accompanied by sacred rituals and blessings. 

In Indian weddings, the priest may recite mantras, while in other traditions, family members may shower the couple with flower petals. 

These rituals imbue the garland exchange with a deeper layer of symbolism, representing the blessings and well-wishes of those present.

Tangled Knots: Symbol of Union

In some cultures, the intertwining of garlands symbolizes the union of two lives. As the couple exchanges garlands, the intricate knots formed by the interwoven flowers become a metaphor for the complexities and joys of married life. 

The act underscores the idea that, while entwined, the couple remains distinct individuals within the union.

Photogenic Narratives: Capturing Symbolism in Frames

The symbolism of wedding garlands extends beyond the ceremony itself. Photographs taken during the garland exchange become visual narratives, capturing the essence of the symbolic language. 

Each frame tells a story—the clasping of hands, the exchange of gazes, and the encircling of necks—all communicating the profound meanings encapsulated in the garlands.

Legacy in Blooms: Passing Down Traditions

As the couple exchanges wedding garlands, they become custodians of a symbolic legacy. 

The act represents not only their commitment to each other but also their role as bearers of cultural traditions. 

The hope is that, just as they received the symbolic language of the garlands, they will pass down this legacy to future generations.

Conclusion: The Silent Eloquence of Blooms

In the silent eloquence of wedding garlands, a language unfolds—a language that transcends words and speaks directly to the heart. 

Beyond Flowers: The Symbolic Language of Wedding Garlands is an exploration of the intricate meanings woven into the blooms that encircle the union of two souls. 

As couples embark on this symbolic journey, they engage in a conversation that surpasses spoken words, a dialogue conducted in the timeless language of flowers.

#weddinggarlands #wedding garlands #poolajada

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****TR1GGER WARNING: M3tH!!!!!!***

itz 2023, Im a widdle homosexually homoAF n tried to explain masturbation in English to a French gurl at melting point n due to language barrier she didnt know what “clitoris” or “fingering” meant but as tha clock strikes midnight i asked her iF she wanted 2 make out anywey N she said “Yes” in YOLO. . speakinG of melTing point …… i sTumblEd / limPt in cuz i wuz a L@mb K3bobb the nite b4 n had a fuck machine in my poonani hole. 0/10 starz but 1 more thing oFf buCket List CHECKKKKKED OFF..!!!!! :-] <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 alSo bouncers l3T m3h n fwendzz get in fo fReE cuz we were hot n sexy n famous .

SoOooOo i Got h1Gh n D3LetEd 9 of my tumblrs i’ve had since damn near wheN i Wuz 14 n I’ve been punishing mYselF by not blogging even when i rly rly rly Rly Want 2 n idk i jus hav 2 rememeberr ive lost so many journals/lil notes n poems i’ve written n tucked in notebooks n let them fall to the floor in hopes tht strangers will find them n feel inspired.. I feel lik it’s kinda lik how i have found so many poems in passing like walking places like on the floor (one time walking in east LA i found a note ab someone’s dreams and like exploring astral planes) n the time i found someone’s cd collection in the trash n it had a bunch of personalized cds burned “4 hayley” n the time i found a bunch of poetry books in a suitcase randomly on the st . My words will never leave me if i can’t read them all the time they r inside me and tht makes me nvr wanna destroy my brain or body tht helps me remember n keep all of these things that eternally exist . Memories n love r the realest things we kno or will ever find .

Butt it’s still new yrs n yr seeing ur friendzz take off their sunglasses off n their dialted eyes for the first time ever ever n yr reminded the sunglasses in tha club hide @LL the shame so keep wearing dem . We may or may not hav dropped Acid n ended up getting lost in the dirty warehouse rave n sharing one bathroom stall with 5 people , one girl who was weird n acted like she didn’t share blow w one of us at Bossa the other nite n acted weird and another kept asking if i was an aquarius or scorpio . Bitch huh ?!

tha full Moon In cancer got meh feelin PISSSSST more than emotional . butt yr leaving nowiezz w yr friendzz to go to aftiez n we r all holding hands running to the Karr n howling at tha moon lik wolves . n it feelss surreall n we say we r sentient beings made 4 this . n we agree we r charging our energies , our souls under the glare of the circular Cheese ball above Us in the polluted niTecore sky.

unlock it Lock iT L0cK it L0Ck iT L0CK Itt by charliXXX got me feelin EMOTIONAL!!!!!!1 idgaF if ppl d0nT rly understand cUz iM complex n this street adderal iVe been buying (Kinda m3Thy) . i wrote a poem ab LUV :-3 again cuz of it .

“hold my hand until it breaks

take my heart to wound

til it shatters

in a million

t

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n

y

shard - l i k w

pieces

and i’ll pick them up

one

by

one

just so u could find

yourself inside “

i kno is i wuz considering singing BIPP by sophie at heaven karaoke 2 sound lik The embodiment of ChaOs computer but it wuz hard . i imagined to sound like dis : <*+<*+~*+~*~+~*~++~*~~>~#~##~{,{~+~++~+~+~++++~~*~*~*~**~*~*~*BIPP!!!

i luv all my friendzz who r soooOo photogenic n hot n creative n cool n i h8 all the meanie Bo Beanies at public hot3L altho we did Dance in tha lobby to BETTER OFF ALonE on maXXX volume n ppl told us we were the party not whut wuzz goin on upstairs then hoppin thru the WEIRD SLIDYY SLIDDY FAST doors 2Gether then danced w mR Uber man n did so much Ketamine in le bain n hugged the door men then watched a stupid boy not own up to his own squirt puddle.

iNs for 2023::

-geTting 75% fisted (4 out of 5 fingers unless the fist counts as two fingers) til u Bleed b4 work to Charlixxx’s “Pop2” album.

-Making out with ur Fwendzz in the nowiez yurT

-snorting untested molly oFf Ur Phone in nowiez yuRt from boys whose names R just singular individualized Letters of the Alphabet (ie: A , C , P , M)

-acCepting bAe applications only for autistic ppl

-pink drug baggies w pandas on them

-Living heterosexuality vicariously thru ur friendz

-weAring ur reading Glassez when Ur not Resding

-sTealing mirrors from F@mily doLLar

-not feelingresponsible 4 oTherzz problemz

-4Somes

-Mutual ghosting

-Fergie and nitecore and fergie nitecore

-hOney MusTarrdd s@uce from Popppeye w bits of Jalapeñoz .

-saying Popeyes like Pop-pie-eyes and Katz ‘s deli like Kat-siziesez

-Un-identifying w marshmalloWs n identifying with Jellyfish instead (if they go their Hole lives without getting fucked they can literally morph back into being a baby to try again to get fucked)

-twitching b4 u sleep

-Sending them selfies even after they told u they don’t wanna see u anymore

Outs for 2023::

-Bottoming

-OverapologiNg

-nUrses at Callen Lourde

-Asking if u look autistic up close for verbal validation

-Tr1pL3 cancers born at 3:33 who think ur big 3 is “boring” but their big 3 is all the same .?

-the nUmber 3 cuz of that sentence rite there .

-being SinGLe for ANY FUCKING L0nG3R????.!!!!!

-Taking mosh pits personally

-Projecting when ur hangry

-exPecting Ur plug to come to the Door like P1zza delivery mans

-justin bieber slander

-fAlling asLeep to “ My saD liL Peep Mix “ any longer than 4 nites in a row

-Monogamy (?)

B BAK SOON IM GOOGLING THE LYRICS TO CLITORIS THA MUSIKAL BY ASHNIKOO TO MEMORIZE n telling ppl thE faKe stoRyy of how i carry moi Muthas ashes with meh in a pizza locket with a DrugSp000n attTacHed to the bottom. mi Mommy is not dead tho it’s a Joke knock on W00D.

XXX FOR SEX ,

rennybaby69247<3 <3

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