#Gabii

[romegreeceart]

Antefix from Gabii Sanctuary depicting probaly a harpyia

* Sanctuary was dedicated to an unknown female divinity.

* The antefix dates back to early 5th century CE (ooh, I can read Italian ;-) )

* Baths of Diocletian Museums

Rome, July 2015

[av-276]

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[storiearcheostorie]

Roma: riapre Villa Poniatowski, la residenza nobiliare nascosta nel cuore di Roma e custode di antichità e tesori 

Roma: riapre Villa Poniatowski, la residenza nobiliare nascosta nel cuore di Roma e custode di antichità e tesori  Da domani, venerdì 31 maggio, sarà visitabile ogni fine settimana

Redazione Da venerdì 31 maggio, ogni fine settimana, riapre al pubblico Villa Poniatowski, storica residenza nobiliare di Roma e sede delle collezioni permanenti del Museo Nazionale Etrusco di Villa Giulia provenienti dal Latium vetus e dall’Umbria. Un luogo straordinario e ancora poco conosciuto nel panorama delle ville storiche e dei luoghi della cultura della nostra città, entrato a far parte…

[uncleclaudius]

The statue of Emperor Claudius discovered in Gabii near Rome at the end of the 18th century, now in the Louvre.

[thissortofsorcery]

Hiii, Gabii 💕

For the soft fic prompt meme:

14. Phone calls

and/or

17. fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF

Thank you 🫶

YAM I FINISHED IT

I'm sorry it took me so damn long to fill this prompt for you. I know you like it when they're soft! I hope you like this one.

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Steve never feels more grown-up than when he and Billy cook together.

It started during senior year — as a dare, of all things. They weren’t even together then, Billy hiding behind a wall of toxic masculinity to protect himself from Neil. He still tracked Steve’s every movement with his eyes. Steve was completely oblivious to his feelings and why his gut twisted every time Billy gave girls that look of his.

“I doubt you can cook anything with the shit you got in your house, pretty boy,” Billy had said, lip curling derisively at the content of Steve’s fridge. “When’s the last time you bought groceries?” 

Steve proceeded to cook the best improvised scramble he’d ever done out of sheer determination to make Billy eat his words. He’d had no idea it would turn out good when he started. Usually, his cooking attempts had a 50/50 chance of turning out wonderful or having to be tossed based on the smell alone.

Two years later, and Steve’s a lot better at cooking. He can make all the basics and some fancy stuff, too, with Billy or on his own — but the favorite meals are the ones he and Billy cook together, arms brushing, hips bumping each other out of the way, spoons being offered to taste. 

Cooking together is mostly a weekend thing since their shifts end hours apart. Steve’s used to fixing something up quick when he gets home from work so it’s ready by the time Billy is done at the garage. Saturday and Sunday are the days they go all out.

So Steve is caught off guard when his phone rings fifteen minutes before his shift ends on a Wednesday, and it’s Billy calling.

“I wanna try making Ceviche,” is what Billy says, skipping the ‘hello’ and going straight to the point. “So, do you want fish or shrimp?” 

“You want to make what?” Steve frowns, barely recognizing the name. He flails toward his work computer to open Google, but he doesn’t know how to spell it out. “Wait, where are you?” 

“At the grocery store, Harrington. Keep up,” Billy snarks affectionately. “It’s, like, cooking fish with lemon juice. It’s great.” 

“What are you doing at the grocery store?” 

“I got off work early. Fish or shrimp, Steve, come on.” 

“You know how to make this thing?” Steve says. He’s known Billy long enough that he doesn’t doubt Billy’s cooking skills, but he’s never heard of this dish before or that Billy had and liked it. 

“Yeah, pretty boy, it’s called YouTube. It has cherry tomatoes in it; you like those.” 

Steve grins. “I do,” he says. “Go with fish, I guess.” 

“Great,” Billy says and hangs up immediately. Steve smiles at his phone for no reason.

He’s home half an hour later, and he finds Billy at the kitchen counter already, dicing up the fish fillets into little cubes. Billy’s freshly showered, his work clothes traded for soft sweatpants and a tank top. Steve stops to admire the curve of his strong shoulders and the swell of his biceps, his eyes following the familiar expanse of golden skin that still makes his heart flutter years later.

“Hey,” Steve says, announcing himself as he enters the kitchen, so Billy has time to put the knife down before Steve hugs him from behind. Steve buries his nose in Billy’s shoulder, breathing deeply. Billy leans back against him, humming contentedly as Steve strokes Billy’s sides. 

“Hi,” Billy says. “I’d hug you back, but my hands are gross.” 

Steve kisses Billy’s shoulder and snorts. “It’s fine. How can I help?” 

“Can you get started on the garlic?” Billy directs. Steve follows, and they fall into a familiar dance in their tiny kitchen, sharing counter space and anecdotes about their days.

Cooking together is peaceful, the way few things in their lives have been, and Steve lets the feeling of home and family wash over him. His shoulders relax, and the headache that’s been threatening to bloom in his right temple fades away, insignificant in the face of Billy’s laughter at Steve’s impressions of his coworkers. 

A light touch to Steve’s forehead makes him blink. He looks away from the lemons he’s squeezing to find Billy brushing away a lock of hair that had started poking Steve in the eye the second he got lemon juice all over his hands. Billy’s hand is light, his fingertips soft as he tucks Steve’s hair behind his ear, and a pleasant shiver goes down Steve’s spine. 

“Thanks,” Steve says, a dumb smile on his face. Billy’s eyes are soft, watching Steve with familiar warmth. 

“Anytime, pretty boy.” 

The quiet, gentle gesture spreads warmth in Steve’s chest, down his spine, down his arms, all the way to his sticky fingertips. There have been thousands of them over the years they’ve been together, but they never fail to make Steve blush and duck his head like a preteen. They’re affectionate with each other really often, but there’s something about finding the space to have these little moments in the middle of doing mundane, everyday things that strikes a deep chord in Steve. 

“I love you.” The words escape Steve’s lips, the reflection of a feeling so natural to him that they’re behind every other sentence he says. 

The corner of Billy’s mouth ticks up, expression morphing into what used to be a smug smirk when he was younger, and now is a soft, fond expression that’s only ever aimed at a very select group of people.

“Sap,” is what Billy says, but the warmth in his tone is clear. 

“I know you like it,” Steve teases, smiling.

“What I’d like is for you to be done with those lemons,” Billy snarks, his elbow brushing Steve’s.

“Alright, alright,” Steve laughs. “I’m done.” 

When they’re finished, and the glass tray is in the fridge, Billy pulls Steve to the couch so they can make out for the hour it takes for the lemon juice to cook the fish. And it comes out pretty damn good — though Steve’s pretty sure he’s biased, only because he and Billy made it together.

[girlcaelius]

there are drugs in agrippa i stg. any time i read anything new about him (whether its historical fiction or actual scholarship) the authors always always always seem to want to get railed by him and think he was so sexy and muscular and handsome and strong and caring and loyal and beautiful and sorry i got distracted looking into the gabii bust's soulful eyes wwhere was i going with this post

[charlenefrl]

Various pics from the Louvre museum in Paris.

Nymph with a shell, 2nd centuy AC, Roman copy of a 2nd century BC Greek statue.

Artemis, known as the "Diana of Gabii", 1rst century AC, Roman copy of a 3rd century BC Greek statue.

The famous Venus of Milo and the butt of a god, either Hermes or Apollo, I forgot to take note. Still a very good butt.

And I'll leave you with some Alexander bust copied from a Lysippus bronze. Seeing him here was like meeting and old friend (this bust is one of the main references I used for the face of my Philippos.)

[rvnclyd]

naghuna-huna ko nimo adlaw ug gabii ♡

[asiancentral]

Naghunahuna ko nimo, woo-hoo. Girl, I need you by my side. I think about you adlaw ug gabii. Day and night, gimingaw kaayo ko nimo, woo-hoo.

Day and Night (2023) by ALAMAT | Directed by Joey de Guzman | Cebuano, Tagalog, and English lyrics by Thyro and Therese Langit

[b1mbodoll]

gabii I'm not a dom but seeing you being such a good pup is making me want to bend you over 🫣 your dumb puppy brain wouldn't even be able to form a thought... whining and drooling like a dumb puppy, tail wagging and your sweet little puppy cunt twitching, being pinned down to obediently take what I give bcs how could a dumb puppy like you deny me... you're going to be covered in my cum by the time I'm done with you 🩷

—🫶🏻

actually I'm not sure what came over me so I'm sorry if that made you uncomfy </3

been holding off on answerin this bc this is so. donr know what to say. hey guys dont perceive me but…. yeah. need this 😞 m jus a dumb lil puppy 😞😞😞 oh my God. sorry im like😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this ask. my brain… m goinf to m*an

bur just. dont worry m Not uncomfy ….

[av-276]

:3

[ilaw-at-panitik]

This is how, while darkness  drew my profile with its little finger 

I have learned to see past as Montale saw it,  The obscure thoughts of God descending 

among a child's drum beats,  over you, over me, over the lemon trees. 

– Ilya Kaminsky, “Praise” 

I.  Mituwak na tuod ang uwan ug gianinaw ko  Ang kagabhion nga miasdang sa among lungsod.  Sa akong gipasilongan dinhi sa payag pahuwayan  Taliwa sa kabungturan, nakita kong gihiwa ang daang   Mangga sa dakong kilat nga mikanap sa kasadpan,  Gigukod sa nagdagan nga daugdog sa kasingkasing   Sa diwata sa kalikopan nga mibati’g kakulba-hinam   Sa panag-tagbo sa alisngaw sa huwaw ug sa bunok   Sa uwan, dala sa amihan karong ikasiyam nga buwan  Sa akong pagbalik sa akong naandan nga pinulongan.  II.  Mopauli ko sa akong banay, dala kining bungahoy  Gikan sa bukid nga akong gitamnan ug kalian-laing  Kahibulongang kahoy nga akong nahimamat dihang  Milangyaw sa ubang dapit sa gatuyok nga kalibotan:  Maalimyong peras, lunhaw ug lipaghong ang aping,  Masidlakong limon, dalag ug makapapas sa kauhaw  Sa ting-init. Tadlason ko ang karaang sementeryo  Diin ang akong kaliwat gapahuway sa kagabhion.   Dili nako sila pukawon sa ilang hingpit nga katulog,  Kay sama nila, lumalabay usab ako ning kalibutana.  III.  Didto sa kilid sa atabay nga gikubkob sa akong apohan,  Nahibaw kong gidan-agan na og usa ka farol de combate  Ang akong dalan padulong sa among pinuy-anan,   Nagtamod sa kinaunhang balaod sa panag-silingan:  Tabangan ang usa’g usa kutob sa mahimo sa inadlaw-  Adlawng buhat, kay kon mapawong ang suga sa gabii  Lagmit mapandol o madalin-as ang lumalabay, basin   Unyag mahulog sa atabay sa kadaghanan, mamatay.  Inig labay unya nako sa atabay, motimbag moinum,   Pasalamat sa silingang midaig sa farol sa kinabuhi. 

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I.  The rain falls lighter now and I gaze   At the dark descended onto our town.  From this mountain shelter I saw  The old mango tree struck down  By fierce lightning from the east,  Thunder rumbling in the heart  Of the guardian of the land, who thrills  To the meeting of the drought’s last sigh   With rush of rain brought by the northerlies   This ninth month of my return to my language.  II.  I will go home to my people, bringing fruits From hills I had planted to marvelous trees  I had met in my travels in other lands  On this revolving earth: fragrant pears,   Their fresh flushed cheeks, bright lemons,  Yellow and thirst-quenching in hot season.  I will go across the town’s old cemetery  Where my ancestors sleep in edgeless night.   I will not wake them in their supreme repose,  I am transient like them, simply passing through.   III.  I trust that beside the well which had been dug  By my elders, a storm lamp had been placed,   Lighting up the path toward home, the lamp-  Lighter minding the first law of neighborliness:   To help one another as best as one can in daily  acts of living, for if the lamp were put out, unlit,   Someone passing by might stumble or slide,   Fall into the neighborhood well and die.   When I pass by the well I will draw water and drink,  Give thanks to my unseen neighbor for the light.  Translation from Balak sa Binisayà  By the author 

Marjorie Evasco, "Farol de Combate" (Published in World Literature Today, 2019)

[eucanthos]

Copy after Praxiteles?

So-called Artemis of Gabii (FR: Diane de Gabies). Roman copy of the reign of Tiberius (14-37 CE) after a Greek original traditionally attributed to Praxiteles. Found in 1792 by Gavin Hamilton at Gabii, Italy. Now in the Louvre.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Artemis_Gabii_Louvre_Ma529_n2.jpg

https://www.louvre.fr/en/explore/the-palace/at-the-heart-of-the-renaissance-palace

[yanavitamilkk]

day 1 gahapon wala nako gi stalk iyahang tiktok (pero sa gabii lang hajahshh), day 2 karun nga unta makaya nakog dili mang stalk ron

[moralesluvr]

gabii.. do you have specific days in which chapters of the series come out?

a chapter comes out everyday !! <3 or every other day if i’m late lmao