#apollinaria

[bebemoon]

apollinaria broche's glazed ceramic sculptures .

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𝙰𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚒 - (𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚢𝚊)

𝚁𝚞𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙾𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚊𝚖 🎧

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Ep 1. A Reverie of Desire

Will you not stay with me, inside me always? This question lingers, reverberates like the tender echo of skin brushing skin, as though the universe itself leans closer to listen. There is no mere desire here—no surface longing to be kissed and dismissed. No, this is the deep hunger, primal yet refined, that burns in the hollows of a soul seeking to be truly seen.

I have come up from such depths to find you. I clawed my way through the unyielding terrain of solitude, each breath an ascent toward you. When you arrived, it was as if time itself unraveled, spilling into the eternity that existed only between us. Your gaze was a mirror, yet it was more—a chasm, a quiet dare to fall, to plunge.

To say I love you isn’t enough. The phrase feels like a paper kite—fragile, fluttering, unable to hold the weight of what I mean. What I feel is a storm, a surge, something untamed and untranslatable. I want you in every sense the world denies.

Your touch is no ordinary touch; it is alchemy. When your fingers brushed my skin, I ceased to be mere flesh and became something molten, something unbound. In those moments, the world shrank to the span of your hands, the curve of your lips. Your mouth traced my edges as though seeking an entrance to my hidden places. And oh, how willingly I opened.

Probe around inside me, unearth everything that’s in me. Isn’t that what love demands? Not to skim the surface but to dig, to excavate, to dive deep into the wreckage and the wonder of another. When you spoke, your words were not words—they were tendrils, searching, wrapping, pulling me closer to some unspoken truth.

You wanted more of me, and so I gave. I gave the jagged pieces, the polished fragments, the shadows I rarely dared to name. And you took them, cradling each piece as though they were sacred, as though my flaws were the very architecture of your desire.

Together, we created a language of the body—a syntax of sighs and gasps, a poetry of intertwined limbs. It was not about release, though we found that, too. It was about becoming. In those moments, we were not two bodies but one storm, one ocean, one undivided pulse.

Stay with me, I whispered—not in words, but in the shudder of my breath, in the press of my palms against your back. Stay with me in the way you trace my scars and make me whole. Stay with me, not as a fleeting moment but as an infinite knowing.

And so we linger, in the space where desire meets devotion, where passion is not a fire that consumes but a flame that lights the path to deeper knowing. To stay, to probe, to unearth—that is the promise, the plea, the prayer. And in that staying, we are no longer seekers but finders of something vast, something eternal, something more.

Ep 2. The Furnace of Us

“Don’t expect me to be sane anymore. Don’t let’s be sensible,” you once whispered, your breath a flame against the shell of my ear. In that moment, you unhinged something primal in me, the quiet restraint I’d worn like armor. Sanity fell away, and all that remained was the gravity of you—your body, your essence, your unbearable closeness.

You were not a lover. No, you were an artist, and I, your canvas, trembling beneath your touch as you painted me with heat. “I am like you,” you confessed once, your voice low and rough with something that felt like confession. “I cannot live without intensity.” And so, we became intensity incarnate.

Each encounter was a storm. You were the wind, wild and unyielding, and I was the earth, shuddering beneath your force. When you kissed me, I felt the universe collapse to the edges of your lips. There were no stars, no sky—just the dark, endless hunger of your mouth consuming me, remaking me.

“I want to do things to you,” you wrote in one of your letters, “so wild I don’t even know how to name them.” And oh, how you did. Your touch was not merely touch—it was poetry. Your fingers wrote verses along the curves of my body, and I surrendered, letting you rewrite me.

You didn’t just love me; you unearthed me. You broke me apart with the force of your need, and I let you. You taught me that love wasn’t soft or gentle—it was ferocious. It devoured. It burned.

“Why are you so beautiful?” you asked once, your eyes dark with something deeper than desire. And before I could answer, your hands answered for me. They traced me like a map, lingering on the valleys and ridges, memorizing me as though I might vanish at any moment.

In the darkness of our room, we became animals, raw and unguarded. Your body against mine was an invocation, a prayer offered to some ancient deity of flesh and flame. And I worshipped you in return, my lips finding their place on the altar of your skin.

You said you wanted me “inside you always,” and I knew then that we were more than lovers. We were flames feeding each other, devouring the air around us. Our love was not a soft flicker; it was a furnace, consuming everything in its path.

You made me yours in every way. You made me insane. You made me wild. And in your arms, I found the only truth that mattered: to love you was to surrender to the fire, to let it burn me until I became something new, something vast, something unending.

[jgthirlwell]

Apollinaria Broche at Marianne Boesky

[foxeia]

Apollinaria

[cosmicanger]

Apollinaria Broche

And now I do I wanna move, 2024

Bronze, ceramics

31 1/2 × 17 7/10 × 15 7/10 in | 80 × 45 × 40 cm

[olympushit]

the fully masculine equivalent of the female name Anastasia is Anastasiy (Stas/Stanislav in modern times). The name is entirely of Greek origin.feel it my duty to educate English-speaking users about such subtleties.Pronunciation: no sound sh.all through the sound that "s" a-n-a-S-t-а-S-i-ya /y

So you're a Greek, tell me, am I right or wrong? I tried to explain this to some users, but I was met with hostility, although this is literally cool new information. Does the gender have a name? I think so, if it's the name of a really ancient civilization like Greece.

there is literally a name for Apollo. From him came the name Apollinaris, a male name. the male equivalent of the male name : Apollinaria. and there are quite a few such examples.

Hello there,

I am not deeply in linguistic arts, as I study nursing, but me being Greek can give you an answer to that.

The name Anastasia is of greek origin and means "resurrection". It's celebrated as a name in Easter, symbolizing Jesus's ressurection. And it is pronounced exactly as you mentioned above, with an 's' and not with 'sh'.

Also, in Russian the pronunciation is the same. My mother's name is Anastasia actually, and she speaks Russian (we are not Russians, she just speaks the language), and she confirmed it when i asked her about it.

The masculine name of Anastasia is "Anastasios" (formally) or "Anastasis" (everyday use). The short name "Tasos" (everyday use) derives from "Anastasios".

This is it. I hope it helps you. And there is no false information here, I am Greek and my mom's name is Anastasia and also speaks Russian. You couldn't have found a more correct person to answer that. What a funny coincidence! I laughed when I read it! 😅

Thanks for the ask! My inbox is always open!

[andijaart]

+++🙏🏻God Bless🕊️+++

St. Apollinaria

MEMORIAL DAY JANUARY 18

💫International Orthodox Art Corporation Andcross May the blessing of the Lord be upon you!

[alatismeni-theitsa]

The article is soo good! So many things that most Orthodoxes have no idea about!

As for the saints mentioned in the article, I won't label them with something they wouldn't be comfortable themselves while they lived. I can only speculate that at least some of them could be what we call today, "trans men".

Some might've been indifferent to living as a man, others may have loved it, and for others, perhaps it was difficult. But with such a large number of female saints living as men for decades, chances are that at least some wanted that life.

As common sense commands, having osious and saints who were trans (as we'd describe them today) is a reality.

Note 1: In Greece and other countries "transvestite" (τραβεστί in Greek) can be a slur because of how it's been used, but the article here uses it with its literal meaning, as its etymology translates to "a person who wears clothes designed for the opposite sex: a cross-dresser. An older term for crossdresser is transvestite."

Note 2: I don't post this as a religious article but to shine some light on the fact that there are also many ways to exist that are not bound by the strict gender binary of one's time and many people have done just that, Christians or not.

I also understand that many trans people don't want to partake in the Orthodox church, and the Orthodox Church has been anti-queer for a long time. On that note, I want to stress I am not posting this as "turn back to the church, we have trans people too!"

Note 3: If these saints were trans, then there is some dead-naming in revering them with the names they didn't prefer. But since we don't have any way of knowing if they felt comfortable or not, we are just relaying the names as the Orthodox practice has passed them down to us.

[celebrateeachnewday]

Artist Apollinaria Ivanova

[qzlamp]

Peace be with you!

My name is Apollinaria, and as a nickname I use "quartz lamp", or the short version qzlamp.

I am 22 years old, I live in Siberia, in Tomsk.

I mainly draw, and I am also trying to advance in the tattoo industry. I am also trying to become a member of the Lutheran parish in my city 👉👈.

Welcome!

[jessefandomunited]

Oh, I'm so lucky that someone asked about Jesse ships.

I went to Tumblr, and you have an update.Incredibly happy⭐

I was a little shy to ask questions at all.But this anonymous person gave me more courage.

My name is Apollinaria, I am 17 years old.And I am very glad to meet you~🤗

I'm actually quite a sociable person and I love bright clothes.I really like the ABBA band and the 70s-80s style.I am engaged in weaving bracelets and pasting posters on the walls.I customize things and clothes.My favorite interaction with loved ones is hugging.I'm an empath.

It would be interesting to know who I could be suitable for in your opinion.If you don 't mind 👉👈

Hello💕 wonderful to meet you I will happily give you a ship. A lot of the characters Jesse plays are older so thinking if they were the same age as you . I was going to Mills from the living wake, but I took another peruse through my Jesse movies and I think you and Mike howel from American ultra would be really cute. Mike is a very big sad boy like pretty much every character Jesse plays but he has a heart of gold and a lot of love to give . He would 100% wear every braclet you made him at the same time and tell you all about the appalling ape comics he is writing . He's definitely more on the introverted side so I can see you bringing him to meet your friends and take him out places to break him out of his shell.

[kamreadsandrecs]

Orwen studied the precedents. Whatever Deuteronomy said, a surprising number of female saints had dressed and lived as monks and male hermits. Saint Pelagia, the holy harlot of Antioch. Saint Thecla, who rode with Saint Paul himself, and not only dressed as a man but baptized herself by leaping into a pool full of angry seals. Saint Apollinaria of Egypt, and Saint Euphrosyne of Alexandria, and Saint Theodora, also of Alexandria, which apparently was a hotbed of holy transvestism. Most awesome of all was Saint Marina the Monk, who lived in a monastery in Lebanon under the name Father Marinos until she was finally kicked out—not for being a woman but because she was accused of fathering a child. She only revealed her secret on her deathbed, after which everybody presumably felt suitably chastened.

from The Bright Sword, by Lev Grossman

[kammartinez]

Orwen studied the precedents. Whatever Deuteronomy said, a surprising number of female saints had dressed and lived as monks and male hermits. Saint Pelagia, the holy harlot of Antioch. Saint Thecla, who rode with Saint Paul himself, and not only dressed as a man but baptized herself by leaping into a pool full of angry seals. Saint Apollinaria of Egypt, and Saint Euphrosyne of Alexandria, and Saint Theodora, also of Alexandria, which apparently was a hotbed of holy transvestism. Most awesome of all was Saint Marina the Monk, who lived in a monastery in Lebanon under the name Father Marinos until she was finally kicked out—not for being a woman but because she was accused of fathering a child. She only revealed her secret on her deathbed, after which everybody presumably felt suitably chastened.

from The Bright Sword, by Lev Grossman

[liwkis-exe]

Hi-post~ ✧

My name is Apollinaria, Liwkis, Liwka.

I'm a graphic designer, illustrator, and just a cute person:3 I do good things, light and my art~

—I've been drawing since 2015

—Draw everything that comes to my mind, fan-Arts and lovely characters

—Creating Your Own Universe>:3

👁️‍🗨️This is the first post👁️‍🗨️

Lets gooo>>>