#memorial of memory and glory

[alexxx-malev]

Russia. Nazran. Memorial of memory and glory. L-2046 steam locomotive Назрань. Мемориал памяти и славы. Паровоз Л-2046

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Memorial to Glory by Jaime Martinez

[frances-and-the-moon]

"feminine urge" this "masculine urge" that but what about the "mentally unstable urge" to watch the same 4 or 5 crime k-drama shows you've been watching since 2005

[gingermintpepper]

Little idle thought I've been having recently but I think Cyparissus' story is very important for characterising Apollo and Apollo's love. It's so easy to think of love and loss as two ends of a spectrum, likewise, so often, death is seen as an ultimate and tragic end in love stories - something final and inescapably tragic, the only force that halts love by separating the lovers.

Cyparissus' story is... not that. Yes, the deer dies and one can conclude then that death is once more at the heart of separating two lovers, but I think Cyparissus specifically requesting to die, specifically begging Apollo to let him grieve forever even after Apollo has done his best to help Cyparissus move on from the accident and Apollo letting him is a powerful thing.

Because Apollo not only puts Cyparissus' wishes over his own, he's also able to see past his own building grief to immortalise Cyparissus in such a way that both grants him his wish and allows other people to glorify Cyparissus as well! And I think such a beautiful thing is something criminally overlooked!

It's become something of a joke that 'all Apollo's lovers turn into plants' but from a functional perspective, flowers are the most brilliant way to keep the spirit of a beloved thing alive. Flowers are like stars - as long as there are humans, humans will always contemplate the nature of flowers and as the god of poetry and song, Apollo creating opportunities for his beloved mortals to be remembered eternally even if they never seized glory in the traditional way is such an intimate and beautiful thing. Even then, Cyparissus is elevated to a similar status as Daphne with Apollo's actions - not merely a plant or flower but one that specifically symbolises him, one that is extremely fragrant and beloved by him. Just as Daphne's laurels were synonymous with glory and victory, Cyparissus' cypress became a emblematic of grief and remembrance. Even today, thousands of years later, people still view cypress trees as mourning trees and plant them in cemeteries and use the ash in incense burnt in remembrance of others. How's that for Apollo keeping his word.

[flowersbane]

the great war by taylor swift but through a solavellan lens oh i am so not okay

“tore your banners down, took the battle underground / and maybe it was ego swinging, maybe it was her”???

“i drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone / you said i had to trust more freely / but diesel is desire, you were playing with fire”???

“maybe it’s the past that’s talking, screaming from the crypt / telling me to punish you for things you never did / so i justified it”??????

[ratprincesss]

It's me, your girl, back with another dragonet /silly

quick glory doodle

[soundleer]

listening to remaining years to feel comfort from melancholic notes of the song but then my brain decided to associate that with mourningglory and imagining jevin singing that while hes mourning for vineria and now i can't stop sobbing

[vonlipvig]

blades of glory truly the movie of all time tbh. it really has it all. silly figure skating. the gayest straight enemies-to-buddies duo. evil incestuous twins. the i don't wanna miss a thing scene. the ENDING. truly peak cinema.

[vanrougenui]

EVERYTIME I REMEMBER THIS SCENE IN RED BOUQUET EP 1 I LAUGH SO HARD WHO COULD HAVE IMAGINED THAT THE STRONGEST KNIGHT WAS A TWINK IN PLAIN SIGHT

[iniziare]

❝ Your fascination has always fascinated me. ❞ from Asharen, I'm thinking during Inquisition, before the balcony scene? Or maybe immediately after? Somewhere in the timeline where they have just gotten to a rhythm of late night studies

"Ah?" His fascination of her own, or his fascination of her, one could (or should) wonder. Or perhaps, the truth lay concealed, and rather poorly so, within both presumptions— for the way that something as trivial as a gaze, even if ever so heavy in its weight, knew something of a difference since a dream of a place now long gone, ravished into dust as all ruins oft fell victim to, foregone to all but memory. And yet, this memory— had offered the space to birth, and house a reality all new, bright, and warm (albeit it less than practically ideal); one that confronted him throughout hours of waking, and slumber alike. She had sealed more than merely a rift with a gesture, she had enraptured a man who had sought no such distractions with no more than a simple gaze, a touch, and cup of a hand, and the warmth of her lips to his own. Asharen, she whose obdurate resolve defies, captivates, and compels the world to gaze back at her. How could he not yield in much the same way as any other man would? "It sounds like that we have found ourselves caught in a never-ending cycle of equal fascination, Inquisitor."

Now, his fascination had altered, and become so much more than it had ever been— it was more than merely watching the expertise of those ever lithe hands that moved in an utmost grace, harnessing the powers of the Fade in ways many would surely envy, as he stood in admiring witness of the respect with which she treated it. There was now... affection in the way warmth would tickle a stare just enough before he would call it to halt, even if it became more difficult to do so as time passed. But attempts would never cease to be made, for he had told her no lie in this: it isn't right. He shouldn't, he couldn't. And it still wasn't right, and it wouldn't become so— and yet, here he was, caught in that same linger that lasted, for all intents and purposes, for too long to truly be deemed proper.

Perhaps the accompaniment of a tug to lips as the breach finally came in form of a lowering gaze, could aid him in such a predicament— or perhaps that only served to accomplish the opposite. "Perhaps... it is time that I take my leave for the night. The hour grows late, and I do not wish to burden you unduly."

Prompt: Somewhere in here. // @mercysought

[alexxx-malev]

Russia. Nazran. Memorial of memory and glory Назрань. Мемориал памяти и славы

[gloryride]

Buon Compleanno Enzo !

October 30th is Enzo's birthday ♥ He loves his day, and celebrates multiple times with people he cares ! Some pics of these moments, by him or others ♥

UNO : NOMAD FAMILY

That's the most important. His clan, his blood family is everything for him. So his mamma and his papa are pillars of his life, he would be nothing without them. His mother Diana is a bit overprotective with her "bambino", his father Natale isn't the most expressive but his eyes show pride of his boy !

Of course, there were a lot of food, because it's important in italian family. And this big boy eats a lot !!

DUE : CITY FAMILY

His big brother Virgile left the clan almost 10 years ago, not out of pleasure, more out of survival ! But the clan's law is clear : if you leave, you're not part of the clan anymore and no one can keep contact with you. But Enzo couldn't stay far away from his brother, and see him secretly. He met Panam and both are friends. Same love for cars and volcanic personalities ! So this time, birthday in Japantown appartment, Virgile's home ^^

Panam took pics and gifted his brother-in-law with this amazing t-shirt. Virgile has enough of these silly t-shirts, because both love to gift the other with, but Enzo loves it !

TRE : LOVE ONE

And now he has someone in his life, Enzo can have another birthday ♥ This time, Enzo dressed a bit better, with true italian style (open shirt and big gold jewel), to his night with his amore, Jay ♥ (who belongs to @chevvy-yates ^^)

And as you see, Jaysen had enough of pics, wanted to give others nice memories to his baby driver (a)

I still don't know how these two tall boys can handle in the McLaren (with only one seat) but i'm sure they found a way ! No, not this way you think I mean, this one too (a) but not there Unless ... Maybe next time ♥

Happy birthday Enzolino ♥

[emjee]

As ever it’s a great day to be a Christian who loves abortion!

[gingermintpepper]

hi I love your tags so so much! they were so sweet and so interesting and creative and the whole Aphrodite type of beauty thing sounds really interesting do you have any articles and recommendations to read further into it??

-hogoflight

Hello my fine feathered (I am assuming possession of feathers if you are, indeed, capable of flight) @hogoflight! I'm always always happy to hear that people appreciate my frenzied rambling in the tags :D! I have a lot of articles and recommendations :D!! Ancient Greek notions of beauty and representations of it in their art and sculptures is a pretty well studied topic! There isn't any way for us now to know definitively what the beauty standard was (it varied widely from region to region and culture to culture after all) but here are a couple of my favourite reads about Aphrodite and what her representations tell us about idealised beauty!

Probably the most empirically extensive one I can list is Krönström's thesis which compares statues of Aphrodite and literary text referring to both the goddess and mortal women to determine physical ideals for women in five specific eras of Grecian antiquity. Including measurements of the statues there are many descriptions of Aphrodite as 'curvy' with a 'voluptuous figure' and with 'ample buttocks and bosom'.

"When the beauty traits are described in the texts, they are never extreme or anything that could not be found in normal people just that they are more beautiful in every aspect. Furthermore, the sculptures’ physical forms look healthy, they are tall and have distinct curves. Great examples of this are the Knida sculpture and de Milo (the Melian) sculpture."

Of course, these images are still idealised, and there was still a concept such as 'too fat' or 'too skinny' found in written records (and this thesis even includes analysis of pornographic writings and descriptions of the fashion and stylings of pubic hair of women from different regions!!) but from an interpretational standpoint? There is absolutely no reason why these can't refer to a fuller figure. Height was also a very important factor after all and over the course of many eras, it seems like being well proportioned in addition to the length and appearance of one's hair were the most important factors (and, like Apollo, greater beauty was given to those with curlier hair)

Mireille M. Lee's 'Other Ways of Seeing' essay which talks about the forgotten female viewers of Knidian Aphrodite which is also extremely illuminating on how Aphroditic sexuality and sensuality was perceived totally differently from the well documented male voyeuristic gaze (which was overly preoccupied with the statue's nakedness and therefore over-sensationalised the statue's physical appearance) vs women's perspective on the statue which is more centered on the beauty of simplicity in Aphrodite's garment and decoration and in her power and ability to captivate both in her finery and without it. I think it's especially useful in exploring the importance of finery, jewellry and adornment in representations of Aphroditic beauty.

"Some of the small-scale copies are heavily jeweled, especially those from the eastern Mediterranean, for example the Hellenistic gilded terracotta statuette in the Çanakkale Museum (Fig. 5) in which the goddess wears, in addition to the armband on her (right) arm, the following: a necklace with multiple pendants; cross-bands extending over both shoulders and hips, with a cascading pendant in the center; a coiled snake armband on the left arm and another snake on her left thigh, and a twisted anklet on her right leg. (The left leg has been restored, and might also have featured an anklet.)"

"Jewelry is especially associated with Aphrodite in Greek literature. As seen above, in the Homeric Hymn to Aphrodite, the goddess adorns herself with gold jewelry, dress-pins, and earrings in the shape of flowers (162–3)..."

Finally, and to me, the most important one in the argument for an interpretation of Hyacinthus as fat, beautiful and fundamentally Aphroditic comes from Brilmayer's brilliant brilliant thesis done on Aphrodite's work and influence in Archaic Greek Poetry which does away with all of that masculine preoccupation with physical proportion, measurement and bodily ideals for a focus on a Sapphic Aphroditic ideal centered in clothing, ornamentation and, most importantly cunning as symbols of Aphrodite and ultimately a feminine idealised form of beauty. This paper also discusses Pandora and Helen in these terms and it is just kind of a wonderful read tbh.

"Combining Homeric and Hesiodic elements with her own ideas, she [Sappho] alters the way female beauty is viewed. For example, the Homeric war chariot – a symbol of male, military prowess - comes to symbolise the totality of Aphrodite’s power uniting in itself male and female qualities. Having addressed the concept of beauty directly, Sappho then concludes that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. With the help of Helen of Troy and her beloved Anaktoria, Sappho sets out to reinvent the concept of female beauty as a godlike, subjective quality that may be expressed in many ways, yet remains inspired by Aphrodite."

The conclusion to all of this of course is that Aphroditic ideal beauty is much more fluid compared to its stricter Apolline masculine standard. The nuances and understandings of both are of course, constantly being studied, analysed and scrutinised but really, if Dionysus who was both bearded and clean shorn, effeminate, birthed and rebirthed (and twice gestated!) and strongly associated with vegetation can be popularly portrayed as fat and handsome, why can't Hyacinthus?!

[vox-anglosphere]

A US Marine quietly tends a WWI American War Cemetery in France

[missazurerose]

Their first Valentione's Day as a couple was a disaster. Aymeric worked through it. When Handeloup yelled at him over what day it was, especially when she happened to be in the city at the time, he ran home and apologized profusely to her for not being there. Riona stared at him, dumbfounded and clueless about what he was talking about.

She's spent so long on her own, Riona doesn't really have much of a concept of what most holidays entail. As much as she tried to tell him it was fine, she didn't care, it just made him feel worse about missing the day. So he promised to make the next one a night she wouldn't forget.