#avon goddess

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Avon Goddess Pearlized Shower Gel

2004

Found on Ebay, user starwarsace

[barbielore]

Springtime!

Happy first day of Spring, Barbie!

(I mean, not for me. For me, March 1 is the first day of Autumn. But I assume the majority of my followers are from the Northern Hemisphere.)

To celebrate the spirit of the season, here are a few Springtime Barbies. For example, remember when Mattel for some reason had a collaboration with direct sales company Avon? As a part of that, there was a series of Spring-themed Barbies available as Avon-exclusives.

Spring Petals and Spring Blossoms feel like they have some internal consistency, and then Spring Tea Party goes off on a bit of a tangent. Perhaps it's because Spring Bouquet, as a doll name, was already taken.

But of course, there are Spring themed Barbies that were released in places other than direct sales catalogs. For example, 2000's Goddess of Spring Barbie, in her beautiful lavender gown.

Or perhaps 2005's I Dream of Spring is more up your alley. I can't imagine why, as Goddess of Spring is clearly the frontrunner, but there's no accounting for taste.

[chaotictaste]

also if you think about it that (false) explanation only works in English... it has different names in other languages like Pasen (in Dutch) and Wielkanoc (in Polish; lit. tran. Grand/Great Night)

It’s that time of year again. Courtesy of digitalhammurabi.com

Addition about the image, courtesy of Twitter user @lui_log: wrt the background image, which is a stone plaque showing a winged goddess flanked by owls: “Also, we don't know whether this is a depiction of Ishtar, as the piece has been looted, thus has no archaeological context that could point us to whom it shows. Nor does it bear an inscription. The owls could mean that it is Ishtar's sister Ereshkigal, Goddess of the Underworld.”

[apocryphalfiles]

To dream of a future with you

Kana   Everything had been getting harder and harder for her lately. They said "it gets easier..." Right? If it wasn't that way for her, did it mean there was something wrong with her? She'd been finding it hard to breathe recently. Even the Kano house had started to seem unfamiliar to her.

So, in her dreams... At least there, she wanted to see the people she'd been missing so much. That must have been why this happened.

She loved them so, so much. That's why she wouldn't give away their secrets, even if they'd left her behind. And even if she couldn't see the future where she gathered up his supporters and plotted a rebellion against Altera that Takumi suggested to her to give her some hope of change in the future where they lost... He promised to come back for her. Even if that was just as impossible as everything else, even if it was just a lie to keep her surviving in this stifling reality, she could cling to that tiny, fragile, meager hope...

If she never said these feelings out loud, no one could take them away from her. She could smile and nod when her captors gave her pitiful self sympathy. It's okay, Kana, Takumi did the same thing to everyone. You were just another one of his victims.

In the rose garden in her dreams, Kana flung herself into the arms of a familiar figure. Her face and her body were both different, but Kana recognized her anyway. And she clung to her, needily, crying into her bosom. It was warm, and it was solid. It was fantasy, this must have been the tired ramblings of her overly weary mind, but right now, this moment felt realer to Kana than anything had for a long time.

Altera   She held Kana close to her chest like she used to do when she was alive and stroked her hair tenderly. This precious baby bird crying, shivering against her...

...was a sinner and a traitor. More than once, Altera had pleaded for her enemies to spare Kana's life. And they did, so she was relieved. She didn't want to see her executed heartlessly.

"Poor Kana. It must be hard... Being all alone. You're miserable, aren't you? But you're still doing what you're told. What a good girl, Kana. Know that I see you. Thank you for working so hard."

Kana   She nodded. That was right. Even though it had been getting so hard, she'd still been doing all her chores. She'd still been an obedient maid, never putting up any resistance or signs of a struggle. She was docile and well-mannered, so that they wouldn't hurt her. She had been working this way ever since she came under Yukito's care, a servant with no freedom and no future even if she were to leave these walls that were as much a prison as they were her only sanctuary. She couldn't imagine that anyone realized how hard just living like this was for her, so when Altera acknowledged her, her tears started flowing freshly.

Altera   "You've been doing the best you can." To endure the punishment for her own deeds. She and Takumi both opposed her world together, and they'd both fallen together. "Oh, poor Kana." Her soft, tender voice cooed next to Kana's ear, bidding her to relax more deeply against her body. Kana let herself be soothed by that familiarly lovely voice, and her shaking stopped, replaced with the heavy weight of exhaustion. It wasn't just her body; her spirit had been strained thin. "It won't get any easier. You won't be rewarded for enduring this trial. If you want to give up before then, I won't hate you for it."

But Kana would not be absolved even then...

Kana   If it meant that she wouldn't be left here alone anymore, she'd happily give up this sorry excuse for a life. She wasn't even living. Just... "existing." She could never hope to incite a rebellion that would bring Altera down from Heaven. She couldn't even survive outside of this cell.

Ah, but but but but but she promised, didn't she? She promised her most important person... Her most important person? She didn't want to choose who that was. She looked at Altera wearily, and she didn't want to leave her warmth. Even in her dream, it was so cold around her, the wind nipped at her skin unpleasantly when it wasn't being blocked by Altera's body. God was comfort. The very God she'd wanted to bring down from Heaven... She couldn't. How could she? If she couldn't keep God's soul tied to her on Earth, then she should submit her soul to God, isn't that right?

But she had that meager hope. And even if it was a lie, she had her devotion.

Altera   "Poor, poor Kana. What is it you're clinging to so tightly?" Her fingers stroked the underside of Kana's chin and tipped it up to force her to meet her gaze. "Are you waiting for someone? Tell me. You don't really believe in that fairy story, do you? You know as well as I do that the only reality waiting for you is rotting away in a cage full of people who will never understand you." But she did; it was something so obvious between them that it required no proof. It went without saying. "Allow me to clear up your tragic misapprehensions." Altera's hand brushed a lock of hair behind Kana's ear.

"Takumi no longer exists anywhere."

Altera   "Ah, yes, that's right. Of course, I abolished the heartless Law of Destruction and brought hope to the world. I created Heaven and Hell, just as I promised. And Takumi received his due for his sins. He did repent in the end. He lamented the people he'd hurt on the path of his cruel ambitions. He recanted that despicable plot he dragged you into. For him, this is an ending of hope. Through repentance, even he, who made himself the enemy of the world, could find redemption. Didn't I promise you? After all, I have created a system of hope, not despair. Your efforts to reject that hope failed, but I will not deny it to you even now. Take heart and relax in my arms." Her tone never stopped being gentle. Recognizing the fragility of the girl in her arms, Altera cooed to her forgivingly. Gentle, gentle. She didn't dismiss Kana's agency like the others in that stifling house did. She and Kana were connected on a deeper level than that. She knew what Kana wanted. She knew just how corrupt her heart was and how deep her sins ran. Oh yes, betraying her kin to help someone who wished for their destruction, that was a sin, too, it always had been. Altera had died, but Kana still survived despite everything. Wasn't that an injustice? But surely... injustice and mercy went hand in hand. Only the sinners could be granted forgiveness. She didn't want to see Kana suffer like this. She still occupied a special place in her heart, in that rare space reserved for a treasured few, a feeling that could not be described as the universal "agape" gifted to the whole world.

"...The one you wanted to support has already abandoned his ideals. After he was freed from the madness of Zephon by death, he was enabled to look back on his sins with clarity. Make no mistake, his choices were his own. He regretted them. He'd paid for them. And he grieved for all those whose souls he had stained with blood by uniting them under the banner of his lost cause. Most of all..."

Ahhh, how pitiful. Altera looked down on Kana with a Goddess's compassion. The poor girl believed so strongly in what she thought was "hope," in a promise Takumi offered her that he'd failed to deliver on, and thank goodness for the world that he lost, too! She believed so strongly in walking the same path as Takumi that she was clinging to that ideal, afraid to let go, long after Takumi's own soul had realized the error of his ways and disowned his identity.

"Oh, yes, Takumi recanted his rebellion. And in repentance, I offer the hope of redemption. But that's not the same hope as you're clinging to, is it? In defeat, he realized his mistakes and mourned that he hurt you in his madness." Altera made sure that Kana was meeting her eyes, that she couldn't hide her face. "He never wanted to cause you pain, Kana. He never wanted to get you involved with him. He wished that he had never dragged you onto his ill-fated path. You already know that he left his family out of it not out of apathy-" No matter how hurt that family had felt when he left them behind to walk his own path- "...But out of love. And yet he asked for your help. If you were under the misapprehension that he loved you more than his childhood friend or the family who supported him through the darkest years of his life, then you must disabuse yourself of that notion in order to move forward. You only happened to be useful to him because of your closeness to me."

Kana   ...Stop it. She had to endure hearing about how she was just another poor soul who got tangled up in Takumi Kano's web from so many people until now. They didn't understand. They didn't understand that this was the path she wanted to walk down. That she loved Takumi, and he loved her. She could protect this precious love by telling herself that they didn't get it. And if they did get it, they'd execute her no matter how much Altera had tried to protect her, so to follow Takumi's last order to her, she had to keep her mouth shut and play along. She had recanted him since then, but not in her heart. ...At least not in her heart. She was a failure, a loser suffering through the punishment of defeat, but she had never repented.

If Altera said it, she could no longer insist that she "just didn't understand."

The path that she walked on beside Takumi... was one she was already walking all alone... and it led to nowhere.

Even her love was, was... what was it... she was clinging to so desperately...?

Altera   "That fabricated 'love' you're so reluctant to throw away... to Takumi, it just became a burden. It's painful to watch your sincerity. I just feel too sorry for you. He wished that he could take it all back. His guilt over what he did to you because of his madness plagued his soul for as long as he remembered you. Telling you to keep living in this world alone, why, that was just a way to lessen that guilt. If he could save your life, then maybe he could feel that he had done anything other than hurt you. Do you think that's love, Kana? It wasn't your fault that he seduced you. It was Takumi's sin, not Zephon's, not yours. But that wretched feeling of regret that nagged at him as he reflected on his past... it's an insult to true love to call that 'love.'" It was too sad, watching Kana cling to a lump of poison she treated with the utmost reverence. Because Altera cared for her, she couldn't bear watching such a miserable scene. "What you treasure by calling it 'love,' from his perspective, was one of his most regrettable mistakes, another source of trauma for him, one he resisted even confronting until I removed the scales from his eyes by force. Do not harbor this one-sided illusion any longer."

"Takumi no longer exists." Altera repeated, driving in the truth that she wouldn't let Kana close her ears to. "He has already been reborn. His soul was cleansed, purified in the ice of Hell, and he abandoned his previous life. He has already moved on. For him, this is a hopeful ending. He has embraced redemption and thrown away the past. But you must learn..."

"No matter how long you wait, Takumi will never, ever come back for you."

Poor Kana. Even the last hope she'd been given was a lie. "You knew that deep down, didn't you? Takumi was lying to you. You two never had a chance at rebelling against me in the first place. Nor should you cling to that sin as though those vile plots would have saved you. The one who you followed has already accepted his defeat and embraced the future that I offered this world in its new era of hope. Don't turn your eyes away. Even if you live in delusion, that kind of peace won't save you. There is nobody left in this world who will love you anymore. That was the choice you made. That is the price for your sins in this life."

"But I don't tell you this so that you will despair. Didn't I already say that I was a God of hope? Even for you, who betrayed and resisted me, I will grant mercy and absolution. Even if Takumi has abandoned himself, I haven't. I am still 'Altera-' just as I have always been. Even if there's nobody else in the world who can, I will still always love you. I will forgive all your transgressions against me, my partner. Mine is a law of redemption, and if Takumi Kano's sins were not beyond forgiveness, then yours certainly aren't!"

The Goddess held Kana close. She allowed her to rest her head in the crook of her neck again, and she kissed her forehead. "You've done well to endure this long. But if you get so tired of suffering in this life that you can no longer stand, then let me grant you permission to escape from this cage. If you wish for love, then I will give it to you beyond imagination. Run into my arms, and I will grant your soul eternal peace with me. My beloved... Kana."

Kana   She awoke in her bedroom in a cold sweat to a thumping on her door, a sound that startled her awake. She struggled to breathe without choking. She couldn't sit up. 

[bantarleton]

The Painted Hall, Greenwich

During the king’s coronation I visited Greenwich's "Painted Hall." This series of rooms depict scenes relating to the success of British Protestantism and the beginning of burgeoning imperial expansion. Following the vital English naval victory over France at La Hougue in 1692, Queen Mary ordered that a hospital be built for retired seamen, in keeping with the existing hospital for former soldiers at Chelsea. While Mary died before its completion her husband, William III, saw the projected through. Sir Christopher Wren (of St Paul’s fame) and his assistant, Nicholas Hawksmoor, designed a grand series of buildings at Greenwich, in London. The Royal Hospital at Greenwich acted as a retirement home for sailors between the 1700s and late 1900s. And at its heart is the Painted Hall, a series of rooms where a relatively unknown artist, James Thornhill, was commissioned to paint scenes of British-Protestant triumph.

At the centre is King William III and Queen Mary shown overseeing ‘The Triumph of Peace and Liberty over Tyranny.’ Immediately above the couple and to their left is the allegorical figure of Prudence holding a mirror, one of the four Cardinal Virtues.

To her right are Providence and Concord, while to her left is Justice. Beneath Justice is a woman representing Europe, who is accepting the ‘cap of liberty,’ the ancient red Phrygian cap, from William, who in turn is accepting an olive branch from ‘Peace.’

Beneath William’s foot is the defeated Louis XIV of France with a broken sword, and a tumbling, discarded papal crown. Beneath them the ‘Spirit of Architecture’ along with Truth and Time are overseeing plans showing the actual construction of the hospital.

Above it all, Apollo rides his chariot, while the signs of the zodiac are arrayed around the edges. At the bottom, Pallas Athena and Hercules crush the Hydra and the Gorgon, ‘expelling the Vices from the Kingdom of William and Mary.’

Another section of the ceiling shows a captured Spanish galley laden with the spoils of war, a reference to the British capture of Gibraltar in 1704. Diana, Goddess of the moon, passes mastery of the tides over to British sailors. Beneath them are representations of the English rivers Avon, Severn and Humber.

To the left and the right, scientific advancement is celebrated by the presence of astronomers Tycho Brahe, John Flamsteed, Copernicus and Newton’s ‘Principia.’ The gods Neptune and Cybele oversee it all.

The next section of the ceiling shows HMS Blenheim being filled with the spoils of war by the winged figure of Victory. Beneath are more river representations along with the City of London and figures representing navigation and astronomy. On the left is Galileo, while Zeus and Juno watch from above.

The painted hall took decades to complete, and saw further dynastic change, as George I, originally of Hanover, became king after William III’s successor, Queen Anne, died. George maintained the Protestant ascendancy, as portrayed in the upper hall chamber adjoining the main hall.

Here we see George I, his wife Sophia of Hanover and their children and grandchildren beneath St Paul’s, overseen the a figure representing “the Golden Age” with overflowing cornucopia. The artist, James Thornhill, added himself on the right. Over them is an inscription quoting Virgil's Eclogues, which translates as ‘a new generation has descended from the heavens.’

On the left of the upper hall is a depiction of William III’s arrival in England at the start of the Glorious Revolution in 1688, while George I is shown arriving on the opposite side of the hall (rather unrealistically in a chariot) in 1714.

[snekverse]

Avon

Campaign!Irene doesn't vary much from her canon or rewrite counterparts. The patron goddess of life, health, healing and rebirth, Avon is often credited with the creation of humanity. After falling in love with a human man and sacrificing their firstborn daughter many centuries ago, and subsequently damning her beloved husband Rarstodd to a new, hellish plane, she has fallen into a deep grieving state. She sealed her soul away never to be seen again, that is until Rarstodd and his army become a threat to the mortal world once more. She reaches out to new champions, offering her aid in exchange for getting involved in a brewing war.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 1, juin 1947, Paris. Reproduction of first cover published in 1885. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Nous vous présentons aujourd'hui le premier numéro d'une nouvelle série de la Mode Nationale et nous avons pensé qu'il serait amusant de reproduire la couverture du premier numéro paru en 1885 pour vous permettre d'apprécier le chemin parcouru.

La mode n'était pas simple à cette époque, ni la présentation des journaux ; déesse couverte de bijoux, renommée avec sa trompette, amour aux ailes de papillons. Par chance le paon ne fait pas la roue, mais le bateau à vapeur a encore des mâts de voiliers et doit être ancré dans un bien joli port. Tout cela pour agrémentrer le titre. Quand aux élégantes de l'époque habillées pour une grande cérémonie, nous souffrons pour elle du supplice qui leur était infligé. Nos clientes devaient être de bien habiles couturières pour exécuter d'aussi savants drapés. Que tout cela a changé. Vue seule chose a persisté, le désir que nous avons de satisfaire nos fidèles lectrices, petites filles de celles du temps jadis; de les satisfaire en leur présentant des modèles simples, chics, et si facile à faire.

—

Today we present to you the first issue of a new series of La Mode Nationale and we thought it would be fun to reproduce the cover of the first issue published in 1885 to allow you to appreciate how far we have come.

Fashion was not simple at that time, nor was the presentation of newspapers; goddess covered in jewels, renowned with her trumpet, love with butterfly wings. Luckily the peacock is not doing cartwheels, but the steamboat still has sailboat masts and must be anchored in a very pretty port. All this to enhance the title. As for the elegant ladies of the time dressed for a big ceremony, we suffer for them from the torture that was inflicted on them. Our clients must have been very skilled seamstresses to create such skillful draperies. That all this has changed. The only thing that has persisted is the desire we have to satisfy our faithful readers, little girls of those of times gone by; to satisfy them by presenting them with simple, chic models that are so easy to make.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: Sue Lynn Tan’s highly acclaimed, bestselling Celestial Kingdom duology is expanded with this new compilation of stories from before, during, and after the events in Daughter of the Moon Goddess and Heart of the Sun Warrior, all from the perspectives of beloved characters.

Return to the Immortal Realm, a world of gods, magic, and legendary creatures—and embark upon new adventures of valor, danger, and love.

Tales from the Celestial Kingdom collects nine spellbinding stories—two previously published, seven original, including the epilogue to the duology—set in the enchanting world of Sue Lynn Tan’s stunning debut. Filled with magic and mythology, friendship and love, these stories intertwine through the past, present, and future of the two novels, told from the perspectives of multiple characters, including Chang’e, Shuxiao, Liwei, and Wenzhi.

With beautiful illustrations from Kelly Chong throughout, these wondrous tales make the perfect complement to Sue Lynn Tan’s breathtaking series.

Review:

A collection of stories that expands the world of the Celestial Kingdom, delving into the past and present of the characters. Returning to the Immortal realm this book gives you nine stories, two previously published, seven original, and the epilogue to the duology. I had a blast reading this and getting to see more of the characters from the duology. I loved getting to see more of Wenzhi and Xingyin together and what happened to them after the series ended. I thought this collection was a really nice touch to see the stories of Xingyin's parents and what lead to them events that start off Daughter of the Moon Goddess as well as the thoughts of Liwei as he takes the position of Emperor and his emotions as he decides what to do with Wenzhi. I enjoyed reading this and getting to delve back into the world and see the characters again. This is definitely a book that should be read with the duology!

*Thanks Netgalley and Avon and Harper Voyager, Harper Voyager for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[lauvra]

The Progress of Poesy: A Pindaric Ode by Thomas Gray

I.1.

         Awake, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour: The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.

I.2.

         Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War, Has curb'd the fury of his car, And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command. Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes and flagging wing: Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and light'nings of his eye.

I.3.

         Thee the voice, the dance, obey, Temper'd to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet-green The rosy-crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sports and blue-ey'd Pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare: Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

II.1.

         Man's feeble race what ills await, Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war.

II.2.

         In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom To cheer the shiv'ring native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctur'd chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.

II.3.

         Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Isles, that crown th' Ægean deep, Fields, that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Mæander's amber waves In ling'ring Lab'rinths creep, How do your tuneful echoes languish, Mute, but to the voice of Anguish? Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around: Ev'ry shade and hallow'd Fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, O Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.

III.1.

         Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid, What time, where lucid Avon stray'd, To him the mighty Mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled. This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

III.2.

         Nor second he, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' Abyss to spy. He pass'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Clos'd his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.

III.3.

         Hark, his hands thy lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah! 'tis heard no more— O lyre divine, what daring spirit Wakes thee now? tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the Sun: Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far—but far above the great.

[die-rosastrasse]

Hello, I hope you are having a lovely day! I have just returned from an antique show where I purchased a lovely antique crystal perfume bottle and it made me think about you. Partially inspired by you and how you talk about romanticizing your life, I have been wanting to start wearing perfumes and I have been slowly acquiring personal items that bring me joy (such as the perfume bottle and a hand mirror I got at my last antique show). But now I have a bottle and no perfume and also undetermined contact dermatitis allergies.

I remember you once mentioning you quite like some but your mom really likes perfumes and I was wondering if you or your mom have advice on figuring out what scents one enjoys, how to navigate local/independent shops, and maybe ingredients that might cause allergic reactions I could avoid.

Also I have wanting to let you know that I purchased an assortment of stickers from you a few years back and I think about our exchange often. You are a delightful person and it was a very pleasant shopping experience. I hope to find excuses to buy from you again.

Hi! Thank you so much for your kindest message, your support and for thinking about me when you go antiquing 🤍 I'm so delighted to hear that you are starting a collection of things that are specially dear to your heart, unique, carrying a history behind them. I love that so much, and I'm impatiently awaiting the antique fair in my city this month 💖 Perfume bottles are also something I'm looking out for this year, especially old pastel Avon bottles for my collection. Mine still smells a little of the scents from the past, does yours too?

As for the perfumes themselves - I'm really not that much of an expert, but I have one rule for looking for fragrances: use them as you would normally, and if you can constantly feel them on yourself for the rest of the day, this is not it. They're supposed to blend with your body, dissapear for you but nobody else. My mom is very much into rare, niche perfumes, and that's how I know that "niche" often just means a fancy label or an ingredient, which is rare and hard to extract, but not particularly pleasant. But my mom also works writing descriptions of fragrances and they can be very peculiar and almost poetic. What to choose if you want to smell like a Greek goddess? A 1920's flapper in a jazz club? Like Alice in Wonderland? For me, my favorite scent lately called Cinnabar, smells exactly like the mystical beauty of Gustav Klimt's paintings, so gold and opulent. There are pages like fragrantica where you can read descriptions, see a whole list of ingredients (for allergies too), filter your searches with the notes or vibe. There are even blogs of people finding that aesthetical comparison and recommending scents based on their vibe. I think you could visit a few blogs, a few shops, learn what you like in each bottle - is it flowers, spices, fruits? And start looking from there. I think when you'll finally smell "the one", you'll know! Wishing you luck in your search! 🌹❤️

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Avon Goddess Eau de Parfum Spray

2004

Found on Ebay, user payitforwardmom

[nymphastral]

Beep boop! I'm the tag game bot.

Post the first 250 words of your current WIP and tag as many people as you want!

oh!!!

so, this is from almost two years ago when i was writing fics for the queen's gambit. this is also from the time i had slowed down a bit, the reason unknown to me, and left so many fics incomplete. it makes me so, so sad. anyways. you said 250 but i'll make it 300 (because the fic is that short and i want to share it somewhere, anywhere—)

feel free to comment on/critique/say anything about this unfinished mess.

tagging: @tarttism, @marmotts, @avon-leas, @ anybody who wants to share a part of their current WIP!!! if you ever want to do so, do not hold back please. <3 tell them i tagged you!

The room was filled with the odor of wilted honeysuckles and dead roses carried through brocade draperies blowing in the soft breeze, the heavy fabric sending particles of dust spiraling at a languid pace whose motion echoed of cascades and whirlwinds in which laws of physics did not exist. The muffled staccato of a piano upstairs infused the air, filling the distance between two figures that, physically speaking, was not so long. However, each time he took a step forward so he could make sure she was really here, with him — his Liza, his beautiful, talented Liza — she just got smaller and smaller, her body reduced into a pinprick until she was nothing but a ghost in his memory, the hazy image of her arm reaching towards him threatening to haunt him forever.

So, he did not look at her. Despite the Herculean effort it required, he avoided her eyes whenever he felt them burning deep holes into his nape, and focused on her voice travelling through oceans of time and space that echoed inside the walls of his brain.

“I saw you in my dreams.”

The man did not understand this. He couldn’t. How could he? Instead, his mind played a game of confabulation as it always would whenever he found himself in a dead-end. His mind automatically replaced the voice with her images instead.

So, he did not speak to her. Slowly, her voice that sounded like a sonic explosion got subsumed, and he dove deeper into his mind palace where she resided, lounged on a divan like a goddess divine.

She was born from the chaos between the antiquity and novelty. There was something quaint, even nostalgic about her devil-may-care attitude that reminded him of poetry and time-soft photographs. Yes, yes, he thought; she was the eternal grace.

[limey-self-inserts]

Howdy Limey!!

Thank you so, so much for gifting me your thoughts on my London Gods writing featuring Irene & Jim, I was so surprised and touched you liked it and thought so highly of it!!! I also appreciate that you got the irony I wanted to point out regarding their canon nanes and how it relates to their assigned gods- it made me so happy that you did :D!! Thank you so much ;---;!!

I wanted to come ask what god (from any myth) you'd assign yourself and Aniketos to be whenever you feel inspired and of course, would want to hear your reasonings!

May this find you in good health and good cheer!

Skipper

@tex-treasures

hi hi Skipper! thank you for the ask!

I'm absolutely in love with your London Gods writing, the beginnings of the story and the universe that you're laying out there. if it's alright, I've had some thoughts about my Sherlock s/i and how they would potentially fit into that space. whilst Irene, Jim and Tex are all from the Greek pantheon, my s/i would be from the Norse pantheon - Hati, the wolf who is destined to chase and consume the moon, who now walks all the city streets to try and find their Moon.

if Avon and Aniketos were to be representations of gods...they would be Lir (Irish god as personification of the ocean) and Silvanus (Roman deity of woods and wilds) respectively.

I did consider a deity of beauty/love for Aniketos, but many of those deities tend to be goddess and/or linked to fertility. a surprising number are also linked to war, which as Aniketos is a pacifist wouldn't fit (also makes me look at Irene more intently)

two entities of nature, one of the raging ocean and one of the untameable woods, still entwining with each other in their beauty and wilderness alike~

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