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[vikikollerova]

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[stardust-swan]

How to Be a Real Life Mermaid 🌊🧜‍♀️🐚

The Look

🐚 Wear sea foam green, aquamarine, teal, ocean blue, soft grey, lilac, periwinkle, emerald, pale gold, white, deep blue, and turquoise

🐚 Pick flowy fabrics such as taffeta, chiffon, linen, silk, muslin, and sequined fabrics that resemble fish scales

🐚 Choose garments like maxi dresses, flowy skirts, bandeau off-the-shoulder tops, tank tops, soft scarves used as tops, shell clutches, woven bags, and pretty beaded sandals

🐚 Accessorise with jewellery made from pearls, sea glass, seashells, turquoise, aquamarine, opals, gold that resembles the sun glinting on the sea, and silver that reminds one of the metallic sheen of fish scales. Examples of accessories you can wear are bangles, anklets, layered necklaces, and pearl earrings

🐚 Makeup Ideas: eyeshadow in nudes like a sandy beach, greens and blues like the sea, or lavender and pink like a coral reef, shimmery highlight, dewy skin, coral pink lipstick, and seashell pink lipgloss

🐚 Hair Ideas: loose curls that look like ocean waves, fishtail plaits, green and blue hair dye, pearl hairclips, and sea salt hairspray. Brush your hair with a pretty wide-tooth comb.

The Lifestyle

🐚 Listen to songs such as Martha's Harbour by All About Eve, No Ordinary Love by Sade, Come Into the Water by Mitski, Pearl Diver by Mitski, Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey, and Call of the Sea by Claudie Mackula (a longer mermaid playlist is here).

🐚 You can also listen to the sounds of the ocean, like whale song or waves crashing on the beach

🐚 Watch movies and TV shows such as Aquamarine, Splash, The Little Mermaid, H20: Just Add Water, Mr Peabody and the Mermaid, Miranda (1948), Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi, Ponyo, Barbie in a Mermaid Tale, Barbie: The Pearl Princess, Neptune's Daughter (1914), A Daughter of the Gods (1916), Queen of the Sea (1918), Venus of the South Seas (1924), and Magic Island (1995)

🐚 Read books, fairytales, and poems such as The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, The Mermaid Handbook by Carolyn Turgeon, Mermaids: The Myths, Legends, and Lore by Skye Alexander, A Daughter of the Sea by Amy Le Feuvre, Undine by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, The Mermaid by Alfred Lord Tennyson, and The Sea-Child by Katherine Mansfield

🐚 Mermaids are renowned for their beautiful siren song, so sing sweetly and brightly as often as you feel like it

🐚 Make your self smell like the ocean by using a deodorant like Old Spice Deep Sea, and perfumes like L by Lolita Lempicka, Acqua di Gioia, Salt Air by Skylar, Fleur de Corail by Lolita Lempicka, Seahorse by Zoologist, Nymphéas by Kismet Olfactive, Salina by Laborattorio Olfattivo, Alien Mirage by Mugler, Very Sexy Sea by Victoria's Secret, 20,000 Flowers Under the Sea by Tokyomilk, Nebbia Spessa by Filippo Sorcinelli, Tiziana Terenzi's Sea Stars Collection, Chant d'Extase by Nina Ricci, Sirena by Floris, Squid by Zoologist, and Orto Parisi Megamare (be aware that the latter two suit a dark siren who lures men to their deaths more than a sweet mermaid princess).

🐚 Make your home smell like the deep sea too, with sea salt scented diffusers and candles such as Yankee Candle Sea Minerals, Yankee Candle Seaside Woods, or Jo Malone Wood Sage and Sea Salt

🐚 Home Decor Ideas: silk sheets in blue, grey, and sea green, seashell jewellery trays, homemade terrariums, jellyfish embroidery, seashell candles, beaded curtains made from string and shells, paintings of maritime scenes, glass vases filled with layers of sand, seashells, and faux pearls, seashell shaped soap dishes, rattan furniture, woven baskets, treasure chests to keep your valuables in, mermaid figurines, a seashell or jellyfish mobile, a bowl filled with seashells, a glass bottle filled with ocean water or with a love letter inside to replicate a message in a bottle, mosaics with marine motifs like seahorses and shells, even an aquarium with colourful fish if you are able to care for them

🐚 Spend lots of time around near bodies of water, swimming in it to connect with your inner mermaid, or just walking in it and feeling the sand beneath your feet

🐚 Collect seashells and pretty pieces of sea glass thar wash up on the shore

🐚 Watch synchronised swimming, or even learn it yourself

🐚 Go diving, snorkeling, or mermaiding

🐚 Visit aquariums to see beautiful exotic fish and learn more about the ocean

🐚 Do your best to be sustainable; make the world a cleaner place for your fishy friends to live in. If possible, attend a beach clean-up group local to your area to help pick up litter

🐚 Carry a haircomb and hand mirror with you at all times (you can hotglue seashells and faux pearls on the back of the mirror to make it even more like a mermaid's treasure)

🐚 Watch documentaries and read books on the ocean, marine life, and nautical myths and legends

🐚 Enjoy snacking on seaweed soup, coconut water, and Guylian seashell chocolates

🐚 Take luxurious baths with dead sea salt, seaweed masks, small white bath bombs that resemble pearls, a coconut scented candle, and calming music

#mermaidcore #life aesthetic #mermaid aesthetic #femininity #hyperfeminine #hyperfemininity #that girl #that girl aesthetic #princesscore #royalcore #elegantcore #fairycore #cottage #oceancore

[prvtocol]

@badtrigger ( Santiago ) // p.s.

The chirps and whirls of an old jeep’s engine turning over before it roars to a start are given no heed. Rather a flutter of giddy anticipation tickles the core of the courier who is seated on the passenger side with her arms loosely hugging the leather rucksack atop her lap. When wheels begin to roll on a dirt road that is anything but smooth, a coy glance at the tall driver sets an appreciative smile on glossy rose nude lips. The lead enforcer, who she at first believed could only be a brute of a man and with a face just as stern and unreadable, became her comfort on an island sans any and perhaps something more.

Could we possibly go somewhere later? Where it’ll be quiet? I mean, only if you can… Assuming Mister Montenegro’s fortress was poised to fill with loud festivities, the hesitant request made earlier hid emotions wrecked from witnessing the morning’s celebrated atrocities. A fresh haul of captives, the culling of bodies, examples gruesomely made but not as some cruel cinematic forgery viewed behind a silver screen. It’s moments like these that make acceptance of the terms of this contract and her presence within it hard to swallow alongside the valium she finds herself needing to pop. 

But away from the islet (and these intrusive thoughts) they go, lanterns packed in the back as the sun is near to set out at sea. “Is it far?” The query comes forth once they pass the bridge, curiosity getting the best of her.

#badtrigger #⚘ ˚◞ interactions ◞ . #⚘ ˚◞ verse˚ far cry 3 ◞ 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈. #ask to tag.

[icemde]

GRAY FULLBUSTER, BUT BETTER ( CANON DIV. MASTER POST )

STRIPPING HABIT.

I have always had... mixed feelings about how Mashi.ma handled this quirk of Grays. It's not something I'm removing from him, but it's not just something he does randomly. Gray stripping was a habit he picked up when he was learning from Ur, and with how much emotions Gray has tied to both Ur and his magic, it would make much more sense that stripping is a TRAUMA RESPONSE for Gray more than anything.

When Gray was younger and still fresh off of Ur & his parent's death, Gray would typically strip down to his underwear, but as he grew older the severity of it declined a lot. At most, Gray will take off his shirt and honestly prefers to be shirtless around the guild and during jobs. Gray has NEVER stripped down to nude, especially in any public setting.

ICED SHELL SIDE EFFECTS

Iced Shell is heavily implied to be a very dangerous and damaging spell to cast. The fact that the spell requires the caster to be in full consciousness and willingness to cast the spell alone and the cost of it is their life, it would make sense for any failed or incomplete attempts of the spell to have lasting damages on the caster. Considering Gray has attempted to cast this spell at least FOUR TIMES CANONICALLY, one of them being a modified version of the spell he created himself, it would make absolute sense that Gray didn't come out of any of this scotch free.

Gray's entire being is littered with scars looking identical to cracks. The most obvious ones are on his arms, originating from his palms and climbing up his entire forearm before dissipating around his elbows. While the cracks were present after his first attempt on Galuna Island, they became more prominent after his attempt to cast Lost Iced Shell, considering this was the closest he had gotten to successfully casting the spell.

Gray's body temperature has also dropped dramatically. While before Gray would have always been considered cold due to his magic, he was never at a point where it would be concerning to those unknowing. After his two attempts on Galuna, Gray became frigid to the touch, his body feeling colder with every continued attempt. Following his final attempt, touching any part of Gray would be similar to sticking your hand in a bucket of ice, with his hands being the coldest part of his body.

ECLIPSE GATE / GRAY'S DEATH

It's absolutely wild to me how little the source material addressed this after the fact, considering Gray had literally just WATCHED HIMSELF DIE. Like?? Really?? Nothing??

Anyways, Gray has lasting PTSD from this event, even if he refuses to acknowledge it. While never elaborated in canon, Gray still felt the damage of the dragonling's attacks, and knows exactly where they hit on his body and the pain each shot caused. Gray had suffered from phantom pains almost constantly the first few months after the games, namely the one first shot in his chest and the shot in his head. While not as bad as they were, lasers typically are a trigger for Gray, bringing back all the phantom pains at once. He hasn't told anyone about these.

In terms of who know's about Gray's death, he wasn't very vocal about it with anyone. The only people who know of it being Lyon, Juvia, Meredy and Cana, as they were the only people to see it. After the battle was over, he had asked the three not to share it with anyone else, his logic being that because it never actually happened, there was no reason to worry others about it.

SILVER & TARTAROUS ARC

I'll be honest, I've had so many mixed feelings about Silver being Gray's father. While I understand the emotional implications of it all, I feel like it does more harm than good. Gray is probably at a point in his life where he has at least somewhat excepted both of his parent's death ( hell he's made some damn good progress about Ur's death ) then to suddenly have the reanimated corpse of your father show up and give you a mission to kill a demon just seems... wrong.

Unless I am writing with a Silver who does keep Gray as his son, GRAY IS NOT SILVER'S SON. The Silver he fights in Tartarous is not related to him, but is still from the same village as him and probably knew Gray's parents when they were alive. He would still be the one to gift Gray the Ice Devil Slayers Magic, as a fellow victim of Deliora and seeing that there was a survivor who is still fighting against the demons. I'll have another segment on the magic itself ( and honestly it might get it's own post ) but the magic itself is almost like an heirloom of the village itself, so Gray inheriting it still has some connection to his past.

Gray going after E.N.D is still something that happens, although not a request from his father, instead a conclusion he comes to on his own, realizing most if not all the issues they have been encountering are all stemming from this one book and one problem.

ICE DEVIL SLAYER MAGIC & DEMONIFICATION

I love the fact that Devil Slayer Magic has consequences of its use. It's a magic inherently linked to dark magic so it would make sense it would come with a toll for its casting, especially if the caster wasn't properly trained in it. Considering Gray inherited the magic and the only teacher he could have for it died, Gray definitely falls on the more dangerous side of using the magic.

The magic itself originated in his home village of Aneria, where stories of soliders who fought demons was common place. It was standard practice for the magic to be passed down to the villages youth to continue its legacy, but after Deliora's attack, no one had been able to pass along the magic until Gray met Silver.

The darkness that taints his skin upon casting it is directly connected to two things. 1) the strength of the magic itself, and 2) the level of control he has over the magic. Because Gray is still fairly new to the magic, the more darkness is concerning, meaning he has less control over his magic and mental state. While not instantaneous, the magic is known to corrupt untrained users, which is the main reason Gray doesn't resort to using the magic unless absolutely necessary.

Honestly, this section is getting its own post in the future, but for now it's important to know that the cure Porlyusica gave Gray when the markings first started appearing were magic suppressants, to prevent the Devil Slayers Magic from overrunning him if continuous use was needed.

ONE YEAR TIME SKIP

I still have it that Gray and Juvia went off together to train during the time skip, but I will make it clear that GRAY TOLD JUVIA he was leaving. I honestly hate the idea of Gray, someone who has some level of abandonment issues, up and abandoning someone he cares about with little to no warning is absolutely messed up and not him. She knew he was leaving, but neither of them knew how long he was going to be gone, and he knew that reaching out to contact anyone would put the mission at risk, which is why he vanished off the map after joining Avatar.

MORE TO BE ADDED.

#❄*:·. « headcanon. » #canon divergence. #I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS #AND THOUGHTS #BUT I CANT THINK OF THEM ALL #SO EDITING FOR THIS #WILL COME SOON

[deathlessathanasia]

„There is, however, another candidate for a ‘key symbol’ that more comprehensively and universally summarizes the entire Spartan ethos, and which served to render their world-view believable and their ethos justifiable. Plutarch claims that the statues of all Spartan gods and goddesses were armed (Customs of the Spartans 28=Mor. 239a and Sayings of the Spartans, Charillos 5=Mor. 232d). That is certainly an exaggeration, and  armed statues of gods could be found in other Greek cities (such as of Athena Parthenos and Athena Promachos on the Athenian acropolis). But it is an exaggeration based on the fact that an unusually high number of cult statues in Sparta, including many of the most famous ones, depicted deities holding weapons. …

Apollo has already been described. Athena, Artemis, Dionysos, Herakles, and Aphrodite also were armed. The cult statue of Athena Chalkioikos (‘Athena of the Bronze House’), the protecting goddess of the city of Sparta, showed Athena with spear and shield, and was a famous work in bronze of the late sixth century bc. An archaic cult statue of Athena Promachos (‘Athena who fights in front’), with an Amazonomachy depicted on her shield, stood somewhere nearby, a few fragments of which survive (Palagia 1993).

Artemis Orthia is depicted on the reverse of a silver coin (a tetradrachm) of King Kleomenes III, struck between 227 and 222 bc (Grunauer–von Hoerschelmann 1978, 12–15, 113–14). The goddess brandishes a spear overhead in her right hand and holds a bow in her left hand. The cultural distinctiveness of Spartan society is brought out sharply when one considers that the two cult statues of Artemis Orthia at independent Messene (both the original marble statue of the late fourth or early third century bc and the mid-second century bc marble statue by Damophon) apparently depicted her without either bow or spear (Themelis 1994). Once removed from the martial context of Spartan culture, the goddess was given a torch instead of a spear.

This ensemble of armed statues is noteworthy because of the numbers involved, even if it is not surprising that any of these particular deities might carry weapons. Some gods, however, were not shown with martial attributes elsewhere, or at least not commonly. Dionysos was represented at Sparta holding a bow (as noted by Macrobius, Saturnalia1.19.1–2). Less surprisingly, in the sanctuary of Herakles his cult statue was armed, even if Pausanias (3.15.3) felt the need to explain why (perhaps he had a spear and shield instead of the traditional club and bow). In contrast to his usual representation in Greek art, one archaic Laconian vase shows Herakles in full armour and on another he is depicted with a hoplite’s shield and spear (see Pipili, 1987, 1–3, 13, figs. 1–2).

Finally, Aphrodite was represented equipped with helmet, spear, and shield. This statue, like those of Athena and Apollo, probably dated from the archaic period. In his description of Sparta Pausanias (3.15.10) mentions an ‘ancient temple with a wooden statue of Aphrodite armed’. Was this temple so ancient that another one had been erected above it? For Pausanias adds, ‘This is the only temple I know that has an upper storey built upon it. It is a sanctuary of Morpho, another name of Aphrodite.’ There was also a temple of Aphrodite Areia (of War), and Pausanias remarks (3.17.5) on the antiquity of the cult statue: it too may have been armed. Although armed statues of Aphrodite could be found on the island of Kythera (for long Spartan-controlled) and at Corinth, nonetheless, the type is extremely rare (Flemberg 1991; Pironti 2007, 231–7, 262–8; Budin 2010). Other Greeks found the armed Aphrodite at Sparta both strange and peculiarly Spartan. And this may partly have been because the famous statue of armed Aphrodite at Corinth was not an image brandishing weapons or even wearing a helmet. Rather, being half-nude, the Corinthian Aphrodite held up a shield with both hands and in this shield she gazed at her reflection (the so-called Aphrodite of Capua type, which probably dates to the late fourth century bc: Kousser 2008, 19–28). Sparta’s Aphrodite, in contrast to Corinth’s, was fully armed for battle. In his essay The Fortune of the Romans (4), Plutarch comments, ‘The Spartans say that Aphrodite, as she crossed the Eurotas, put aside her mirrors and ornaments and magic girdle, and took a spear and shield, adorning herself for Lykourgos.’ And Antipater of Sidon, a poet of the second century bc, expresses both the strangeness of an armed Aphrodite and her iconographic appropriateness for Sparta (Appendix Planudea of the Palatine Anthology poem 176): Cypris [= Aphrodite] belongs to Sparta too, but her statue is not, as in other cities, draped in soft folds. Rather, on her head she wears a helmet instead of a veil, and she holds a spear instead of golden branches. For it is not fitting that she should be without weapons, being the wife of Thracian Ares and a Lakedaimonian.

What did the armed statue of a deity symbolize for the Spartans? Surely it represented Spartan notions of piety, martial courage, and orderliness. Plutarch says as much in the two passages cited above in which he comments on this Spartan tradition. In his Customs of the Spartans (Mor. 239a), he writes, ‘They worship Aphrodite in full armour, and they make statues of all the gods, male and female, holding spears, on the grounds that they all possess the excellence that pertains to war (polemikē aretē).’ A similar idea is attributed more fully to the Spartan Charillos (an eighth‐century bc king) in his Sayings of the Spartans (Mor. 232d): When someone asked why all of the statues of the gods that are set up among them have weapons, he said ‘So that we may not ascribe to the gods the reproaches that are spoken against men because of their [men’s] cowardice, and so that the young may not pray to the gods while they [the young men] are unarmed.’”

- Michael A. Flower, Spartan Religion, in A Companion to Sparta

#sparta #ancient sparta #ancient spartan religion #apollon #athena #artemis #aphrodite #dionysos #herakles #greek gods #quotes #excerpts

[redroseproudrosesadrose]

Another sim for my Dragon Age playthrough. The outfit and hood is from Satterlly.

Download Sim: Leliana Requires: Island Living, Spa Day

Other CC: DangerouslyFreeJellyfish Whisper Eyes (Default) Lamatisse Rosewater No Eyebags Skin (Default) NolanSims Burts Bees NolanSims Burts Bees Nudes Satterlly Leliana Outfit Simandy Silver Hair

#leliana #dragon age sims #dragon age #sims 4 #sim

[britishassistant]

Oh my gosh, the neverafter gang in twst?? The image of Ylfa having a gang of older brothers from savanclaw is too God damned perfect and I need to draw that out immediately?? I'm praying to the writing gods for you that you're able to get the writing to work for it lmao! And just the idea of Pinocchio, existing in the general vicinity of NRC is hilarious to me,, like yes let the unhinged ten year old puppet boy and Pib harass Crowley, they deserve it. Now I'm just imagining Pinocchio forcing everyone around him to try whiskey and bubblegum. Sorry for rambling this crossover idea just really gets my brain going.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

And yeah, it really is a fun idea isn’t it? I’ve been batting around concepts of what could happen for a while with a wonderful mutual of mine, @sleeping-donkey ! So far they include:

Our intrepid heroes washing up on Sage Island after the events of Chapter 4

They crash with Yuu and Grim in Ramshackle while waiting for term time to start

Yuu lets them have free reign of the place and just asks that the group don’t go into their and Grim’s room when the Prefect isn’t home

Pinocchio: Why not?

Ylfa: Is it because you have loads of dead bodies hidden in there, rotting away?

Yuu: What-No! Why would you even—?! Why would anyone have a room full of dead bodies in their house?!

Pib: Sounds like something someone trying to hide their room of dead bodies would say

Yuu: I’M NOT?!?

Crowley returns and decides that everyone of school age (Rosamund, Gerard, Pib and Pinocchio because he rolled a 19 on deception) should be enrolled and sorted posthaste!

Pib gets enrolled as a whole ass student because he has boots on, to Grim’s outrage

Nude animals are rude animals, Grim

Upon discovering NRC is an all-boys school, for Rosamund they must come up with a cunning and daring disguise!…By drawing on a fake mustache.

Everyone except Ace is fooled by “Robert”.

Ace: Are all of you BLIND?! This one is CLEARLY a girl!!

Trey: I’m so sorry Robert, we normally don’t let him interact with strangers.

“Robert”: Oh it’s fine

Gerard gets sorted into Pomefiore

Vil is horrified

Epel is v defensive of his new senpai! It’s not his fault he’s a merman who’s allergic to the human transformation potion!

Gerard, the quasi-frog: I’m a human but ok

Gets stalked by Rook for his “physiologie exceptionnel~~!”

Pray for Gerard

Pinocchio gets sorted into Scarabia

Immediately begins conning Kalim for all he’s worth. He’s the Prince of Shoeburg motherfucker, throw him a party.

Gets into a screaming match with Jamil over somehow providing whiskey and bubblegum to the entire dorm, stealing most of the Asim treasures from the vault, and teaching Kalim swears.

Pib’s magic is weird enough that the Mirror can’t place him initially (trickster spirit, baeby)

Then he sees Riddle yelling at a student for not wearing pink while taking care of the flamingoes.

Pib: Target acquired

Wreaks absolute havoc in Heartslabyul. Something happens every Unbirthday Party

Riddle’s blood pressure is through the roof while he learns the moral “relax and don’t take urself so seriously”. Trey and Cater are also on the verge of dual heart attacks

Pib keeps telling Deuce he’s his best friend. Deuce believes him

Also sneaks back to Ramshackle to wind Grim up

Grim begins trying to collect butter knives so he can challenge Pib’s daggers

Yuu puts an immediate stop to this

Rosamund gets sorted into Diasomnia

Quickly forms a bond with Silver, her fellow narcoleptic

Initially wary of the other three, until she realizes Malleus is just lonely and Sebek is just loud.

Gets more wary of Lilia when she mentions Reverie and he recognizes and remembers it

Lilia: Ah, a wonderful kingdom in its prime! Shame what it’s ill manners wrought

Rosamund, pulling out her bow: w h a t

Can’t wear the spindle on Diasomnia’s uniforms because it keeps pricking her and putting her to sleep

Timothy Goose thinks he’s escaped from the madness by virtue of being too cool (old) for school and getting employed as a part time librarian

Gets kidnapped adopted by Floyd Leech

Surprise! Tim’s a cool gay uncle to the fish mafia now!

Tim: How is this my life

Azul, on his 5th morning coffee: You learn to stop fighting after a while

Floyd is indignant to learn his new uncle supports Jade’s planetariums and mushrooms

Too late to return Mother Timothy Goose to the store, he’s bonded with you now

He’s already begun making embroidered sweaters

Azul’s just glad he’s occupying the twins and not getting in the way of business

Idia and Ortho are watching all this madness on the school’s cameras

They’re glad there are only six of these weirdos and none of them have seen fit to mess with Ignihyde

Someone behind them sneezes

They turn around

Muffet is standing in a corner, looking absolutely terrified.

#twisted wonderland #twst #neverafter #dimension 20 #crossover #this is going to make no sense to most people in either fandom #and be absolutely hysterical for a select few #sleeping-donkey

[cordeliaflyte]

Red Meat: Fragments of Stesichoros

By Anne Carson

I. GERYON

Geryon was a monster everything about him was red

Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red

How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against

Their hobbles in the red wind

Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon's

Dream 

Geryon's dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran

Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup

Secret pup At the front end of another red day

II. MEANWHILE HE CAME

Across the salt knobs it was Him

Knew about the homegold

Had sighted red smoke above the red spires

III. GERYON'S PARENTS

If you persist in wearing your mask at the supper table

Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up

Those hemorrhaging stairs to the hot dry Arms

To the ticking red taxi of the incubus

Don't want to go want to stay Downstairs and read

IV. GERYON'S DEATH BEGINS

Geryon walked the red length of his mind and answered No

It was murder And torn to see the cattle lay

All these darlings said Geryon And now me

V. GERYON'S REVERSIBLE DESTINY

His mother saw it mothers are like that

Trust me she said Engineer of his softness

You don't have to make up your mind right away

Behind her red right cheek Geryon could see

Coil of the hot plate starting to glow

VI. MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN

Athena was looking down through the floor

Of the glass-bottomed boat Athena pointed

Zeus looked Him

VII. GERYON'S WEEKEND

Later well later they left the bar went back to the centaur's

Place the centaur had a cup made out of a skull Holding three

Measures of wine Holding it he drank Come over here you can

Bring your drink if you're afraid to come alone The centaur

Patted the sofa beside him Reddish yellow small alive animal

Not a bee moved up Geryon's spine on the inside

VIII. GERYON'S FATHER

A quiet root may know how to holler He liked to

Suck words Here is an almighty one he would say

After days of standing in the doorway

NIGHTBOLLSNORTED

IX. GERYON'S WAR RECORD

Geryon lay on the ground covering his ears The sound

Of the horses like roses being burned alive

X. SCHOOLING

In those days the police were weak Family was strong

Hand in hand the first day Geryon'ş mother took him to

School She neatened his little red wings and pushed him

In through the door

XI. RIGHT

Are there many little boys who think they are a

Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the

Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him

Joyfully

XII. WINGS

Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks

Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small

Red dog jumping across the beach miles below

Like a freed shadow

XIII. HERAKLES’ KILLING CLUB

Little red dog did not see it he felt it All

Events carry but one

XIV. HERAKLE'S ARROW

Arrow means kill It parted Geryon’s skull like a comb Made

The boy neck lean At an odd slow angle sideways as when a

Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze

XV. TOTAL THINGS KNOWN ABOUT GERYON

He loved lightning He lived on an island His mother was a

Nymph of a river that ran to the sea His father was a gold

Cutting tool Old scholia say that Stesichorus says that

Geryon had six hands and six feet and wings He was red and

His strange red cattle excited envy Herakles came and

Killed him for his cattle

The dog too

XVI. GERYON'S END

The red world And corresponding red breezes

Went on Geryon did not

#poetry #anne carson

[immemorymag]

Born in Czechoslovakia, into a family of a plant virologist and an internationally recognized climber.

After finishing her MA in Translation and Interpretation, Viki Kollerová continued her postgraduate studies focused on semantics and eventually abandoned the academic life to the passion for photography in 2009.

One of the basic tasks of linguistic semantics is to study the relationship between form and meaning, which was easily applicable to her new field of interest. From the early photographs, Kollerova’s work represents a subtle balance between aesthetics of the form and the importance of the idea.

Her first solo show in 2012 titled Tied To My Own Strings features a collection of nude portraits depicted in self-inflicted confinement of a small apartment. The female figure explores the limitations of the living space, looking for imaginative escape routes.

The themes of confinement reappear as well in her subsequent series Stuck, despite moving her subject out in the open air. Photographing in nature initially brought to Kollerova’s work the notions of vulnerability and helplessness of the human being, appearing small in the overwhelming surroundings.

Viki makes her nude figures literally disappear throughout the exhibition NoBody showcased in The Museum of Slovak National Uprising alongside Tono Stano in 2015.

She creates a light-hearted dialogue with the viewer by playing hide and seek in her pictures.

With the help of humor, the artist tries to subvert the predominantly sexualized perception of the female nude and gently directs the observer to discover the innate innocence of the naked human form.

In 2020, eleven works from Kollerova’s largest series Silver Island were selected by Fotografiska Museum for the exhibition NUDE, first opened in Stockholm in 2021 and later moved to New York. With the subtitle - The Naked Body In Contemporary Photography, the exhibition shows 30 artists from different countries, exploring the nude from a feminine perspective.

Silver Island represents a positive shift in Kollerova’s approach to her subject. She moves away from the depiction of human struggle, so heavily present throughout her previous work.

‘My human being is no longer trapped or overwhelmed by the immensity of the environment but a natural part of it.’

‘By finding comfortable poses in uncomfortable places and mimicking the shapes of geological formations and trees, I invite the viewer to see the human, represented by my physical body in both its strength and vulnerability, as perfectly fitting to the all-embracing roughness of nature.’

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[casspurrjoybell-19]

Pirate Chains 3 - Chapter 3b

All Sorts of Dues - Part 3

- Haven -

I peered to see the hunters grinning from ear to ear, before one of them pressed the matter.

"Good. Now get us our silvers so we can go our way."

"Not here," Lou said. "I'll go get the money and we meet in front of the whore house."

The bounty hunters looked suspicious.

"Why the whore house?"

"Why the Fuck do you care? Wait for me there and I'll get you your shit."

The hunters fidgeted and exchanged a few words before they hesitantly left my house.

"Are you crazy."

I charged towards the asshole, who simply put his hands on his hips and cocked his head at me with a smirk.

My tongue was stuck in my mouth and all the words faded away in front of such a sight.

His smirk widened knowingly.

"You were saying?"

"You... You... You're wetting my floors. Dry yourself before you walk around my house."

I stomped to my study and before throwing the door close I yelled...

"AND PUT SOMETHING THE FUCK ON," I panted, trying to forget his nude bones, his strong muscles and his...

Ughgh...

The asshole.

It didn't help that I had to adjust my now uncomfortable pants.

My distraction flew off the window as I remembered that I had to come up with a hundred silvers in about an hour.

Any later and those two blackmailers might come here again.

Ok, think Haven, think...

I couldn't go to the guards.

If I did, the word will get out and my father will certainly hear about it.

I looked around my office, I had a large vase in a corner as well as a couple around the house.

I also had a few valuable paintings that could be worth a lot.

If I sold any of those, my parents will most probably notice.

The buyer could even rant about buying antiques from the Aimeri's.

But what other choice did I have?

Still, it would be impossible to find a buyer in less than an hour.

I paced back and forth in front of my desk.

I did notice the passing time, but I hadn't found a solution yet.

I just waited for the bounty hunters to come back.

This time, I'd talk to them myself and try to find a reasonable way out of this.

I'll have to convince them to give me more time... but how?

A shy knock on the door made me halt my steps.

Nur's head peaked as the door opened, with a happy smile on his face.

"Pardon me, Sir. Sir Lou is back."

"Back?"

"Yes, Sir. He went to deal with those scary men and he's here now... he's limping slightly though."

"Limping?"

I hurried towards his room.

Not finding him there, I turned around only for Nur to point at the bathroom.

I barged inside, without even knocking.

I guess the fucker's habits were starting to rub on me.

"What happened? What did you do?"

"Good evening to you too," he said with a raised eyebrow as he stretched his arms.

He pointed to the filled tub he was sitting in and added...

"Want to join me?"

I blushed when I realized he was naked in the tub and his clothes were tossed around.

I looked the other way to see Nur coming inside.

He tipped his head in respect to me and went to pour more hot water in the tub making Lou stretch and groan.

Then he filled his glass with more wine and put it in his hand.

"Lou, what exactly happened?"

He sniffed the bath perfumes and moaned in appreciation.

He took his sweet time before answering me...

"They were robbing you boldly in your own house and you could do nothing about it. So I dealt with them."

"I need to know what that entitles. You didn't...... kill them, did you?"

"I wanted to, SO FUCKING MUCH. But this fucking island is heavily guarded. And by the time I hid their bodies, my bath would be cold. Nur can only keep it warm for so long."

"So what, you threatened them?"

"Yes, right after I beat their asses until they could no longer move."

"That's... That's not the way we do things here."

"I get it, laws and shit. Following the stupid rules started getting to my head, so I needed to hit something."

I opened my mouth to protest but closed it immediately.

I had no right to preach when I myself wasn't going to inform the guards about those blackmailers.

They deserved the shit they got.

Of course, I wasn't going to tell him that.

Nur, who had taken the empty bucket outside, came back with a change of clothes.

"Here you go, Sir Lou."

He was grinning and looking at Lou like the king himself.

"Thank you for punishing those thieves for their wrongdoings. How dare they threaten Sir Aimeri."

"You're welcome, slave."

"HE'S NOT A SLAVE. He's not even your servant."

Lou smirked and Nur giggled before bowing to me and then to Lou.

"Dinner will be ready as soon as you finish your bath, Sir."

Great.

So now we go by Sir Pirate's schedule?

"Good boy. Hey, did you add more meat like I told you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And vegetables,and soup?"

"Yes! I even made dessert."

"Good. And next time, it's Aye Captain."

"Aye Captain," Nur squealed before he went off grinning like a fool.

"Nice kid," Lou said as he emptied the glass of wine in his mouth.

"Yes, he is. So please refrain from turning him into a pirate."

"Hehehe. He's doing great so far, though."

I shook my head.

I'll need to make sure he doesn't teach Nur any bad behaviors.

Nur is seventeen but he's too naïve and trustful.

He also tends to follow the lead of others around him.

"Hey, how about you take off those clothes and come try this amazing water."

I felt my face heat up so I tried to change the subject.

"Is your leg okay?"

"What leg?"

"I know you got hurt, Lou. Should I send for a doctor?"

"I just sprained it a little when I stepped on an unstable rock."

"Wait, so it wasn't the hunters who hurt you??"

"Nope, it happened on my way back. Those fuckers didn't even get to touch me. You know the feeling, right? You've tried so hard for days and yet you still failed adorably. We played like that a lot when we were at sea, didn't we?"

He smirked, making me roll my eyes.

"All I remember is kicking you in the balls so hard, you fell on your ass with teary eyes."

"Fuck... Yeah. That one hurt like a bitch."

[vikikollerova]

without you, I´m falling

IV/20

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[poetryfoundation-potd]

Red Meat: Fragments of Stesichoros

By Anne Carson

I. GERYON

Geryon was a monster everything about him was red

Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red

How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against

Their hobbles in the red wind

Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon's

Dream

Geryon's dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran

Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup

Secret pup At the front end of another red day

II. MEANWHILE HE CAME

Across the salt knobs it was Him

Knew about the homegold

Had sighted red smoke above the red spires

III. GERYON'S PARENTS

If you persist in wearing your mask at the supper table

Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up

Those hemorrhaging stairs to the hot dry Arms

To the ticking red taxi of the incubus

Don't want to go want to stay Downstairs and read

IV. GERYON'S DEATH BEGINS

Geryon walked the red length of his mind and answered No

It was murder And torn to see the cattle lay

All these darlings said Geryon And now me

V. GERYON'S REVERSIBLE DESTINY

His mother saw it mothers are like that

Trust me she said Engineer of his softness

You don't have to make up your mind right away

Behind her red right cheek Geryon could see

Coil of the hot plate starting to glow

VI. MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN

Athena was looking down through the floor

Of the glass-bottomed boat Athena pointed

Zeus looked Him

VII. GERYON'S WEEKEND

Later well later they left the bar went back to the centaur's

Place the centaur had a cup made out of a skull Holding three

Measures of wine Holding it he drank Come over here you can

Bring your drink if you're afraid to come alone The centaur

Patted the sofa beside him Reddish yellow small alive animal

Not a bee moved up Geryon's spine on the inside

VIII. GERYON'S FATHER

A quiet root may know how to holler He liked to

Suck words Here is an almighty one he would say

After days of standing in the doorway

NIGHTBOLLSNORTED

IX. GERYON'S WAR RECORD

Geryon lay on the ground covering his ears The sound

Of the horses like roses being burned alive

X. SCHOOLING

In those days the police were weak Family was strong

Hand in hand the first day Geryon'ş mother took him to

School She neatened his little red wings and pushed him

In through the door

XI. RIGHT

Are there many little boys who think they are a

Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the

Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him

Joyfully

XII. WINGS

Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks

Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small

Red dog jumping across the beach miles below

Like a freed shadow

XIII. HERAKLES’ KILLING CLUB

Little red dog did not see it he felt it All

Events carry but one

XIV. HERAKLE'S ARROW

Arrow means kill It parted Geryon’s skull like a comb Made

The boy neck lean At an odd slow angle sideways as when a

Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze

XV. TOTAL THINGS KNOWN ABOUT GERYON

He loved lightning He lived on an island His mother was a

Nymph of a river that ran to the sea His father was a gold

Cutting tool Old scholia say that Stesichorus says that

Geryon had six hands and six feet and wings He was red and

His strange red cattle excited envy Herakles came and

Killed him for his cattle

The dog too

XVI. GERYON'S END

The red world And corresponding red breezes

Went on Geryon did not

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/158033/red-meat-fragments-of-stesichoros

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[goodthoughts001]

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In the southern part of the State are the magnificent Huon and Derwent valleys and Tasmania's capital city, Hobart. Many of the southern towns, such as Richmond, feature magnificent historic buildings. The Tasman Peninsula in the far south-east is home to Australia's most notorious convict settlement, Port Arthur; Bruny Island is another popular summer holiday destination here.

The climate in Tasmania is amenable throughout the year. Spring and autumn are mild to warm, but the nights can become very chilly and it can rain. Summer sees long warm to hot days, with pleasant nights. During winter, much of

 the mountain country is covered in snow, ideal for skiing. Heading down from the mountain tops, the climate is still chilly and the nights are cold. The west coast boasts 360 days of rain each year, so pack a raincoat if you are heading there. During winter check with authorities on road conditions for the higher peaks.

Originally inhabited by Aboriginals, the island was first sighted by Europeans in 1624. Dutch navigator Abel Tasman arrived off the west coast and named it Van Diemen's Land after the Dutch Governor of Jakarta.

In 1777 Captain James Cook anchored off Bruny Island, and 27 years later Colonel David Collins established the settlement of Hobart. The white settlement of Tasmania soon led to the near extinction of the Aborigines -the authorities at that time took it upon themselves to rid the State of the Aboriginal people. When Truganini died in Hobart in 1876, for quite a long time it was thought that she was the last of the Tasmanian Aborigines, but there are still descendants of the Tasmanian tribes.

Tasmania's beginnings were as a convict colony, and there are remnants of penal settlements found all over the island, with the most notable being Port Arthur. This settlement was set up in 1830, and over the next 47 years an estimated 12,500 convicts passed through its gates. The settlement is extensive, and many of the buildings, including the solitary confinement cells, have been carefully restored. Tours, including the eerie night tours, are highly recommended.

Sarah Island, on Tasmania's wild west coast, is a similar site -the most hardened prisoners were kept in conditions not unlike those of Port Arthur.

Tasmania's vast mineral wealth has led to the establishment and growth of many towns, particularly on the State's west coast. Around Queenstown, gold was mined originally, but after most of the gold had been extracted copper was mined, with the subsequent deforestation causing considerable damage to the surrounding hills. Silver, lead and tin have all been mined at Zeehan, with tin mining continuing today.

With turbulent rivers gorging through the rugged mountain ranges, hydro-electricity is the best source of power for Tasmania -the island produces more energy than it needs. Many power stations are open to the public for inspection.

Much of Tasmania was forested when Europeans first arrived and timber was used for buildings both within Tasmania as well as on the mainland. Among other uses, Tasmanian blue gum was used to build the wharf areas on the Thames in London, and also to underpin the streets of Melbourne. There are several paper mills in Tasmania, including the Australian Newsprint Mill in Boyer, which produces more than 250,000 tonnes (275,500 tons) of paper annually, the Australian Paper Mill in Burnie and the Tasmanian Pulp and Forest Holdings in Triabunna, which produces woodchip.

Much of the island is World Heritage listed or national park land and it is quite likely that some areas may never have been explored by Europeans. A journey into the parks will reveal stunning lakes (St Clair or Dove Lakes), towering sheer precipices (Ben Lomond National Park), limestone caves (near Mole Creek), and vivid coloured rocks (Freycinet National Park). The most popular area is the Franklin-Gordon Rivers region, which was steeped in controversy during the 1980s when it was proposed that the Franklin River be dammed. Today the 'wild and still undammed' waters are World Heritage listed, testimony to a case won by the persistent actions of many environmentalists and campaigning by environmental groups.

There are many outdoor activities on offer in Tasmania, including bushwalking and horse riding. There are easy strolls in gentle, rolling countryside or along coastal heathlands, and more rigorous and lengthy treks through remote areas of the national parks; horse riders can trek along the beaches or across mountain ranges. Other possibilities are rock climbing, downhill and cross-country skiing, canoeing, whitewater rafting, abseiling, hang gliding, mountain biking, jet boat river riding and 4WD touring. You will even find camel riding! Marine reserves provide excellent diving and snorkelling.

Tasmania also has much to offer the gourmet, with excellent wines in the Tamar Valley-Piper's Brook Vineyard produces fine chardonnay, pinot noir and riesling -and the nearby Heemskerk, Dalmere or Dalrymple. Dairy produce is superb, with many cheeses and creams, including camembert and brie, available, and seafood is abundant.

Tasmania really is an isle of contrasts, with rugged mountain ranges, magnificent scenery, pristine sandy beaches, historic towns and fine food and wine -no wonder it is called the Holiday Isle.

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[glitter-bunny420]

for your viewing pleasure, here is a list of some of the most iconic quotes from snapcube’s sonic the hedgehog fandub series

*sighs* "I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot. I'll be back."

“Oh!” “Bitch, you are gon’ get in this car or I'm poppin’ between your eyes!" "Wait, I know you! I saw your dick on Twitter!" “AGH! GOD DAMN-!”

"What the fuck?! Is that Shadow's dick?!"

"Who posted my nudes on Twitter dot com?! Oh no! Oh no, they put it all the way in the fucking islands! Now everyone’s gonna know about my secret egg dick. Where do you think you're going, cucker?" "I don't talk to people whose dicks are less than three inches.”

"I can't believe your tits are one polygon!"

*evil laughter* "You fool! I have seventy alternative accounts!"

"Ah! I just remembered a traumatising experience in my past. Hang on, I have to stim and I'll feel better."

"Welcome to Tilted Towers! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Memphis Tennessee and I'm part lizard."

“I peed on your wife, Robotnik. She's mine now. That’s the law." "What the actual shit?! What?!"

"Alright, since Team FurAffinity fucked my wife, I’m going to have to have you both be a part of my team. Why is the camera zooming in?!" “I mean, I guess that’s fine as long as I get my weed back, I don’t really care.” “I don’t have a character motive.” “Listen! We’re going to explore this island. You’re going to find Sonic. He has all the weed that you need - the gonja, that mary jane. Mari-jamij! All in his pockets. He is your local drug dealer and I’m going to blow up the island. Now go look for Sonic. And hurry up, you... fucking... cuckhogs.”

“I'm going to kill you. And then kill you again."

"Hi, Mr. President! We need your help! Some masked villain named the Glitch-” “Sonic! My long lost lover! It’s fi- Oh.” “Wha- Hey, I told you not to bring that up anymore. I'm putting that behind me, Mr. President.”

“You didn’t think I had legs, did ya? I’m like Gru, except I’m the one before Gru. I’m... Eggru. Ooh, gottem.”

“But Maria, you smelt it! Therefore, you are the one who dealt it!”

“You motherfucker! You just left me to die!" "Top thirty reasons why Sonic is sorry. Number five will surprise you." “Top thirty anime deaths! Number one! Your fucking ass right now!”

”All of that you see before you? Everything the piss touches, that is your kingdom. And you, my son, shall go forth and inherit it.”

”What are you two fucking talking about?!”

”Well, ten years have passed and I feel the same way, Rouge.” “You still wanna pee in a Hot Topic?” “Yes, Rouge. Thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a Hot Topic.” “Listen, I’ll take you to a Hot Topic.” “Finally... A place to release myself.”

”Oh, this? It’s my arm!”

“Do you see this? This is the diamond that I’m going to give to my brand new husband and/or wife. It’ll be theirs for the rest of time. With the GameCube 2. So if you want-” “Whoa, he’s bisexual! I didn’t know that-” “By the way, I’m bisexual.”

“Are you my mom?!” “No? What... the fuck?”

“Maria.” *explosion sounds*

“I don’t feel so good. Why are all my limbs slack? Why can’t I move my eyes? Why can’t I move my mouth? Is this an internal dialogue? I can’t see the end of the horizon. HATSUNE MIKU, IS THAT YOU?!”

*various voices repeating “Maria” all at once* “I never learned how to reeeaaad.”

“Silver, you know what? You’re a twink. I’m gonna go smoke some weed now.” “How long were you waiting to say that?” “The whole dub, baby!”

“One!” “Yeah, one.”

“This is an advanced skateboarding trick.” “Yeah, it’s called ‘Digging Up Atlantis’.”

“I... will fucking... end you.”

And last but certainly not least...

"I've come to make an announcement. Shadow the Hedgehog's a bitch-ass motherfucker! He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right, he took his hedgehog fuckin' quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was ‘THIS BIG’, and I said ‘That's disgusting!’, so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter dot com. Shadow the Hedgehog, you've got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except way smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like!” *explosion sounds* “That's right, baby. All points, no quills, no pillows. Look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the Earth! That's right, this is what you get! My super laser piss! Except I'm not gonna piss on the Earth, I'm gonna go higher! I'M PISSING ON THE MOON! How do you like that, Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrop-o-lets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight, before I piss on you too!”

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[spiltscribbles]

Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed  this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

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Prompt Smash Game  |  Send Me A Prompt💜   |  A Reblog Is Like A Huge, Warm Hug!!!

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~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

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It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary  weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive. 

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation  for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade  when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on. 

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings.  And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers. 

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him  any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year. 

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago. 

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard,  leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything  through the heavy weight around him, the one  cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room. 

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale. 

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and  how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes. 

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud. 

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together. 

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face. 

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?” 

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you  want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught 

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making  some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her. 

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth. 

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what. 

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

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