#Lires

[pilgrimsandprophets]

MUXÍA to FINISTERRE, DAYS 5/6

Closing the loop on the Ways west of Santiago de Compostela...

CAMINO DE MUXÍA, ETAPA 5/6, MUXÍA to LIRES to FINISTERRE, 28.1 KILOMETERS* *There are a few reasons I record these journeys in this blog: 1) It’s a really good place to share and store pictures from the journey, 2) It’s a good practice to help me process my thoughts from pilgrimage, 3) to provide some useful information (but definitely not a guidebook!!) for people considering pilgrimage, and…

[witekspicsbanknotes]

Fantasy banknotes with Pope Francis designed for Vatican: Thank Goodness & Lires.

[kitsunetsuki]

Pour Lire À Deux, 1937, from 1000 Dessous: A History of Lingerie by Gilles Néret (1998)

[gum-iie]

centuries wept away

[malamilkbeats]

THERE THEY ARE

[Slaps this here and levitates off the map]

Concavex's Spotify playlist

Some backstory about Concavex:

Concavex's father, Cirque Lire, was part of the Rond de Chambre. Truly, the most poignant reason for the King's consideration of appointing him as a valet was due to his pioneering musicial talent and the mere fact one of their childen had an unusual, specialized ability to read the minds of nearby shapes. Her father, 27 at the time, knew this as hard as it hit his esteem.

To be included into the Royal court was to be in a position of some status, often given to scientists, politicians, musicians, and others, who generally spent most of their time on their specialized work. Originating from a humble background himself, Cirque dedicated most of his time away from Concavex to study and cement his craftsmanship for the King in turn to care for...his family.

["Legato, not tenuto...", Cirque Lire saying ominously to Concavex, whilst practicing Paganini's Caprice 24 on the violin]

With Cirque's heightened passion for wanting to further his status as a courtier, he in turn, imposed the same standards on Concavex. She would immediately start training her abilities as well as practicing violin lessons on her third birthday. Their father was relentless with their training, enough for Concavex to become anxious around the court and their father. She was to be secluded, practicing after schooling and meal, ensuring they were fit in the eyes of the king, despite already training to becoming a type of filí for the monarch to utilize for his council.

[That's all for now..]

[soeurdelune]

l'année s'achève doucement, c'est quoi le meilleur livre que vous avez lu en 2024?

[logogreffe]

Je viens de découvrir qu'il y a un adjectif en français pour qualifier quelqu'un ou quelque chose (statue) qui a de belles fesses : callipyge.

[lire-casander]

🎶 Dancing

for @bluepandaears

There are not many things that Edwin misses from when he was alive. Certainly, he does not mean the stares and the murmurs following him wherever he went in Saint Hilarion’s; he does not miss—much—the weight of human touch on his skin.

But he misses dancing.

He did not do it much when he was alive; it was unbecoming of his upbringing to admit that he liked the activity, designed to introduce young girls into society, conceived as a marketplace where young men could find a wife. But Edwin loved the beats of music thrumming in the ballroom at their countryside mansion. Despite not being too keen to dance himself—not unless he had a suitable partner, which almost never happened—he had enjoyed seeing the dancers float across the floors, choreographed movements in sync, beautifully executed.

Modern dancing does not hold a candle to the wonderful séances he had sat through during the early years of his life. Edwin has always eyed the incoherent movements with a hint of apprehension, if not outright disgust at the most vulgar steps he had had the dubious privilege of watching during one of Charles’s escapades to a nightclub in Soho. And yet, he misses the almost inescapable feeling of rhythm forcing his feet to move.

He yearns for a chance to feel it again.

But his taste in music is not something that he shares with many people, dead or alive—not even with Charles—so it has been a while since he has enjoyed the quiet peace of a good tune.

That is, until he hops back from a quick trip to the nearest library and finds the office turned into a ballroom of sorts. There is nobody around. Instead, there is only furniture pushed against the walls and the soft melody of a well-known waltz escaping from the horn of their old Victrola.

Edwin stares in awe at the display, not fully understanding what is happening in their office right now.

“May I have this dance?” asks Charles, stepping out of the shadows next to the Victrola.

Edwin turns around to watch his partner—the love of his afterlife—smiling brightly at him. He cannot help the smile that matches Charles’s as Edwin grabs his proffered hand and allows Charles to lead them into an old-fashioned waltz dance across the office, now turned into their own, private ballroom.

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[thegaysciences]

Ben Whishaw à Cannes, le 19 mai.

[silcochoe]

Y a des chanceux.ses qui vont pouvoir voter utile ET voter pour Poutou ? Purée

[gay-impressionist]

Ma mairie va bientôt organiser une votation sur l'ajout de caméras de surveillance dans la ville, et ils ont publié des arguments pour et contre... Mdr bah je sais pour quoi je vais voter maintenant.

La vidéoprotection contribue à la résolution de seulement 1% des enquêtes + pas de diminution d'infractions constatée après l'installation de caméras, voire ça incite les gens à se masquer et être plus violents...

Pourquoi on veut mettre des caméras du coup ?? 🤣

[kitsunetsuki]

Roger Schall - Pour Lire À Deux, 1936, from 1000 Dessous: A History of Lingerie by Gilles Néret (1998)

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

https://x.com/5h4k3/status/1847288304791961737?s=46&t=fXESb-ff6Hpvgt-qQNbuKg

feeling each other up in front of millions, check✅

[eightiesfan]

Nice collection !

[angelsdean]

hate how they retcon repear lore in the later seasons. tessa doesn't even look like tessa, she just takes on that form to get dean to trust her. but what she actually looks like, what she calls her "true form" is the scary floaty thing dean sees hovering above him when he's flatlining. and that form looks a lot more similar to the repear we see in 1x12. reapers are freaky! but they can glamour themselves to look like anyone. and it's not a vessel like angels, it's more an illusion. or like a shifter / siren. the reapers are not occupying someone else's body they're just altering their appearance to look more human.

anyways society IF they kept playing with reaper lore instead of demoting them to some class of angel.

[thebusylilbee]

wtf en québécois le baccalauréat c'est l'équivalent de la licence en France ?? mon dieu les risques de confusion...