#scholariis

[vxlamaldoran]

“we need to do this.”

REBELLION | @scholariis

“ Mmm -- yes, I suppose that is ONE intriguing option... ”  she said, not quite meeting her friend’s eye. The truth was, she could hardly believe it was THIS village. Of all the towns on this unfortunate rock of a planet, SG-1 had to blithely stroll into the one where one of her former(ish) husbands did business... Well, won’t THIS be an especially thrilling little adventure? 

She was tempted to make up some excuse to leave. She had suddenly fallen ill. Or... she was on fire. ANYTHING to avoid the inevitable outing of a rather sordid episode in her past... But she swallowed that urge before it could it could win out. Samantha was right. They had a mission. She’d chosen this -- and all the consequences that came with it. With any luck he’d be LONG GONE by now, anyway. At least -- a girl could dream...

Vala cleared her throat.  “ I mean -- yes! Obviously we need to do this. It’s why we’re here! ”  she said, perhaps too cheerily.  “ Lead the way -- boss... ”

[shauriofabydos]

"Is that my shirt?"

SHIRT-STEALER OF ABYDOS | @scholariis

          She glances up, features schooled into as innocent an expression as she can manage. Hands smooth the fabric as she tries to hide the smile. Of course it was Samantha’s. There were few enough women on the base as it was – even fewer who were her size. So she’d helped herself to what was available. Clearly that was the ONLY reason... 

           With a shrug, she turns her eyes back to the book she's had her nose in all afternoon. “Well, it’s not my fault it’s comfortable. If you want it BACK, you’re going to have to ask very nicely,” she says slyly.  

[vasilkaworld]

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions of pomp which were direct imitations of the barbaric magnificence of Lastern courts, we may yet recognize that the pageants of the imperial court must often have been extremely beautiful. In Church and State alike ceremonial had been carefully studied. Let us suppose that the emperor, having passed out of the Golden Gate, which was near the southern end of the wall running nearly north and south, and forming the base of the triangle within which Constantinople is enclosed, and having inspected his troops along the range of this land-ward wall, finds himself at the Golden Horn termination of the wall on the height above what is now known as Eyoub on the spot, that is, where tradition asserted that Eyoub, the companion in arms of Mahomet, was killed during the Arab siege of Constantinople in 66S.

The view before him is the finest to be had from land of the city. Cape behind cape and dome behind dome arise in picturesque beauty until they terminate in what is now known as Seraglio Point. Beneath him were the palace and towers, and beneath them again the prisons of the Blachern. Above him float the imperial banners, with the crescent, the ancient emblem of Constantinople, on some, the imperial eagle or the white lion on others. As lie prepares to go down to the Golden Horn the troops are drawn up to do him honor. There are Dalmatians under their national flags, clothed in the brilliantly embroidered dress which even yet is the most picturesque in Europe, and armed with swords and lances.

Troops of Macedonians

There is a company of the Scholarii, or guards of the palace, composed of nobles, some of whom were clothed in rose-colored tunics, and another of the body-guard, chosen from the Seholarii on account of their stature and strength, and known as Candidati, from their light and beautifully embroidered garments, and yet another of the Macedonians of the great heteria, with swords, silver belts, gilded shields, and doubled-edged axes likewise gilded. Near the emperor is a company of his foreign guards, composed of Scythians, Englishmen, and others of a kindred race, whose light hair and beards mark them as of Northern origin, and belonging to the famous Warings or Varangians. They are armed with huge double battle-axes or bills, and, under their own acolyth, cluster about the emperor, who puts more trust in their sturdy arms and Northern fidelity than in either the noble Scholarii or the gaudy troops of Macedonians.

The oarsmen of the imperial trireme stand at the water’s edge, bearing the imperial gonfalons emblazoned with gold, while the imperial standard, similarly embroidered, is carried before him. The trireme bears, as its figure-head, the imperial eagle with outspread wings, of shape not unlike what has come down to us from imperial times in many of our own cathedrals.

The oarsmen in the imperial livery are well matched Visit Bulgaria, and, as soon as the emperor has taken his seat beneath the canopy, pull at once with a stroke out into the midst of the Golden Horn, each man taking care not to lift his eyes to the imperial face. The trireme is spread with rich carpets. The nobles are richly clad in silk. The attendant caciques are hardly less graceful or brilliantly ornamented than that of the emperor. Their occupants vie with each other in the display of silks, richly embroidered in pearls and in jewelry. As they glide along the Golden Horn strains of music are heard, and the procession passes along, interrupted occasionally by the shouts of pleasure-seekers in other caciques, or of Venetian or Genoese passing across the Pera or Galata.

Literature forgotten

Nor amid such luxury was science, art, and literature forgotten. Constantinople had long been the asylum neglected. Eroin the time when Constantine had issued his edict for the transport to the city which he had chosen as the New Pome of the chief works of art which had embellished the cities of Greece and Asia Minor, columns, statues, and busts had continued to be sent to the capital, until travellers who visited the city in the twelfth or thirteenth centuries were amazed at the number of works of art which they saw around them.

As the seat of the most important patriarchate of the eastern division of the empire, the great Christian writers flocked to the capital, and every monastery had its collection of manuscripts. At various times in the history of the New Pome the Hellenic spirit of philosophy seemed on the point of mastering that of Christianity; and the treasures of ancient Greek literature, intelligible to the people in a language which had been comparatively but little changed, were reproduced and stored up, to become the seed for a new harvest of learning. If the sensual and sensuous pleasures which Constantinople offered in greater profusion than any other European city were not enough for the better minds of the time, they could find satisfaction in having access to more literature of a better quality than any other city could afford.

[mirelaste]

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions of pomp which were direct imitations of the barbaric magnificence of Lastern courts, we may yet recognize that the pageants of the imperial court must often have been extremely beautiful. In Church and State alike ceremonial had been carefully studied. Let us suppose that the emperor, having passed out of the Golden Gate, which was near the southern end of the wall running nearly north and south, and forming the base of the triangle within which Constantinople is enclosed, and having inspected his troops along the range of this land-ward wall, finds himself at the Golden Horn termination of the wall on the height above what is now known as Eyoub on the spot, that is, where tradition asserted that Eyoub, the companion in arms of Mahomet, was killed during the Arab siege of Constantinople in 66S.

The view before him is the finest to be had from land of the city. Cape behind cape and dome behind dome arise in picturesque beauty until they terminate in what is now known as Seraglio Point. Beneath him were the palace and towers, and beneath them again the prisons of the Blachern. Above him float the imperial banners, with the crescent, the ancient emblem of Constantinople, on some, the imperial eagle or the white lion on others. As lie prepares to go down to the Golden Horn the troops are drawn up to do him honor. There are Dalmatians under their national flags, clothed in the brilliantly embroidered dress which even yet is the most picturesque in Europe, and armed with swords and lances.

Troops of Macedonians

There is a company of the Scholarii, or guards of the palace, composed of nobles, some of whom were clothed in rose-colored tunics, and another of the body-guard, chosen from the Seholarii on account of their stature and strength, and known as Candidati, from their light and beautifully embroidered garments, and yet another of the Macedonians of the great heteria, with swords, silver belts, gilded shields, and doubled-edged axes likewise gilded. Near the emperor is a company of his foreign guards, composed of Scythians, Englishmen, and others of a kindred race, whose light hair and beards mark them as of Northern origin, and belonging to the famous Warings or Varangians. They are armed with huge double battle-axes or bills, and, under their own acolyth, cluster about the emperor, who puts more trust in their sturdy arms and Northern fidelity than in either the noble Scholarii or the gaudy troops of Macedonians.

The oarsmen of the imperial trireme stand at the water’s edge, bearing the imperial gonfalons emblazoned with gold, while the imperial standard, similarly embroidered, is carried before him. The trireme bears, as its figure-head, the imperial eagle with outspread wings, of shape not unlike what has come down to us from imperial times in many of our own cathedrals.

The oarsmen in the imperial livery are well matched Visit Bulgaria, and, as soon as the emperor has taken his seat beneath the canopy, pull at once with a stroke out into the midst of the Golden Horn, each man taking care not to lift his eyes to the imperial face. The trireme is spread with rich carpets. The nobles are richly clad in silk. The attendant caciques are hardly less graceful or brilliantly ornamented than that of the emperor. Their occupants vie with each other in the display of silks, richly embroidered in pearls and in jewelry. As they glide along the Golden Horn strains of music are heard, and the procession passes along, interrupted occasionally by the shouts of pleasure-seekers in other caciques, or of Venetian or Genoese passing across the Pera or Galata.

Literature forgotten

Nor amid such luxury was science, art, and literature forgotten. Constantinople had long been the asylum neglected. Eroin the time when Constantine had issued his edict for the transport to the city which he had chosen as the New Pome of the chief works of art which had embellished the cities of Greece and Asia Minor, columns, statues, and busts had continued to be sent to the capital, until travellers who visited the city in the twelfth or thirteenth centuries were amazed at the number of works of art which they saw around them.

As the seat of the most important patriarchate of the eastern division of the empire, the great Christian writers flocked to the capital, and every monastery had its collection of manuscripts. At various times in the history of the New Pome the Hellenic spirit of philosophy seemed on the point of mastering that of Christianity; and the treasures of ancient Greek literature, intelligible to the people in a language which had been comparatively but little changed, were reproduced and stored up, to become the seed for a new harvest of learning. If the sensual and sensuous pleasures which Constantinople offered in greater profusion than any other European city were not enough for the better minds of the time, they could find satisfaction in having access to more literature of a better quality than any other city could afford.

[myworldbg]

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions of pomp which were direct imitations of the barbaric magnificence of Lastern courts, we may yet recognize that the pageants of the imperial court must often have been extremely beautiful. In Church and State alike ceremonial had been carefully studied. Let us suppose that the emperor, having passed out of the Golden Gate, which was near the southern end of the wall running nearly north and south, and forming the base of the triangle within which Constantinople is enclosed, and having inspected his troops along the range of this land-ward wall, finds himself at the Golden Horn termination of the wall on the height above what is now known as Eyoub on the spot, that is, where tradition asserted that Eyoub, the companion in arms of Mahomet, was killed during the Arab siege of Constantinople in 66S.

The view before him is the finest to be had from land of the city. Cape behind cape and dome behind dome arise in picturesque beauty until they terminate in what is now known as Seraglio Point. Beneath him were the palace and towers, and beneath them again the prisons of the Blachern. Above him float the imperial banners, with the crescent, the ancient emblem of Constantinople, on some, the imperial eagle or the white lion on others. As lie prepares to go down to the Golden Horn the troops are drawn up to do him honor. There are Dalmatians under their national flags, clothed in the brilliantly embroidered dress which even yet is the most picturesque in Europe, and armed with swords and lances.

Troops of Macedonians

There is a company of the Scholarii, or guards of the palace, composed of nobles, some of whom were clothed in rose-colored tunics, and another of the body-guard, chosen from the Seholarii on account of their stature and strength, and known as Candidati, from their light and beautifully embroidered garments, and yet another of the Macedonians of the great heteria, with swords, silver belts, gilded shields, and doubled-edged axes likewise gilded. Near the emperor is a company of his foreign guards, composed of Scythians, Englishmen, and others of a kindred race, whose light hair and beards mark them as of Northern origin, and belonging to the famous Warings or Varangians. They are armed with huge double battle-axes or bills, and, under their own acolyth, cluster about the emperor, who puts more trust in their sturdy arms and Northern fidelity than in either the noble Scholarii or the gaudy troops of Macedonians.

The oarsmen of the imperial trireme stand at the water’s edge, bearing the imperial gonfalons emblazoned with gold, while the imperial standard, similarly embroidered, is carried before him. The trireme bears, as its figure-head, the imperial eagle with outspread wings, of shape not unlike what has come down to us from imperial times in many of our own cathedrals.

The oarsmen in the imperial livery are well matched Visit Bulgaria, and, as soon as the emperor has taken his seat beneath the canopy, pull at once with a stroke out into the midst of the Golden Horn, each man taking care not to lift his eyes to the imperial face. The trireme is spread with rich carpets. The nobles are richly clad in silk. The attendant caciques are hardly less graceful or brilliantly ornamented than that of the emperor. Their occupants vie with each other in the display of silks, richly embroidered in pearls and in jewelry. As they glide along the Golden Horn strains of music are heard, and the procession passes along, interrupted occasionally by the shouts of pleasure-seekers in other caciques, or of Venetian or Genoese passing across the Pera or Galata.

Literature forgotten

Nor amid such luxury was science, art, and literature forgotten. Constantinople had long been the asylum neglected. Eroin the time when Constantine had issued his edict for the transport to the city which he had chosen as the New Pome of the chief works of art which had embellished the cities of Greece and Asia Minor, columns, statues, and busts had continued to be sent to the capital, until travellers who visited the city in the twelfth or thirteenth centuries were amazed at the number of works of art which they saw around them.

As the seat of the most important patriarchate of the eastern division of the empire, the great Christian writers flocked to the capital, and every monastery had its collection of manuscripts. At various times in the history of the New Pome the Hellenic spirit of philosophy seemed on the point of mastering that of Christianity; and the treasures of ancient Greek literature, intelligible to the people in a language which had been comparatively but little changed, were reproduced and stored up, to become the seed for a new harvest of learning. If the sensual and sensuous pleasures which Constantinople offered in greater profusion than any other European city were not enough for the better minds of the time, they could find satisfaction in having access to more literature of a better quality than any other city could afford.

[musicboxbg]

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions of pomp which were direct imitations of the barbaric magnificence of Lastern courts, we may yet recognize that the pageants of the imperial court must often have been extremely beautiful. In Church and State alike ceremonial had been carefully studied. Let us suppose that the emperor, having passed out of the Golden Gate, which was near the southern end of the wall running nearly north and south, and forming the base of the triangle within which Constantinople is enclosed, and having inspected his troops along the range of this land-ward wall, finds himself at the Golden Horn termination of the wall on the height above what is now known as Eyoub on the spot, that is, where tradition asserted that Eyoub, the companion in arms of Mahomet, was killed during the Arab siege of Constantinople in 66S.

The view before him is the finest to be had from land of the city. Cape behind cape and dome behind dome arise in picturesque beauty until they terminate in what is now known as Seraglio Point. Beneath him were the palace and towers, and beneath them again the prisons of the Blachern. Above him float the imperial banners, with the crescent, the ancient emblem of Constantinople, on some, the imperial eagle or the white lion on others. As lie prepares to go down to the Golden Horn the troops are drawn up to do him honor. There are Dalmatians under their national flags, clothed in the brilliantly embroidered dress which even yet is the most picturesque in Europe, and armed with swords and lances.

Troops of Macedonians

There is a company of the Scholarii, or guards of the palace, composed of nobles, some of whom were clothed in rose-colored tunics, and another of the body-guard, chosen from the Seholarii on account of their stature and strength, and known as Candidati, from their light and beautifully embroidered garments, and yet another of the Macedonians of the great heteria, with swords, silver belts, gilded shields, and doubled-edged axes likewise gilded. Near the emperor is a company of his foreign guards, composed of Scythians, Englishmen, and others of a kindred race, whose light hair and beards mark them as of Northern origin, and belonging to the famous Warings or Varangians. They are armed with huge double battle-axes or bills, and, under their own acolyth, cluster about the emperor, who puts more trust in their sturdy arms and Northern fidelity than in either the noble Scholarii or the gaudy troops of Macedonians.

The oarsmen of the imperial trireme stand at the water’s edge, bearing the imperial gonfalons emblazoned with gold, while the imperial standard, similarly embroidered, is carried before him. The trireme bears, as its figure-head, the imperial eagle with outspread wings, of shape not unlike what has come down to us from imperial times in many of our own cathedrals.

The oarsmen in the imperial livery are well matched Visit Bulgaria, and, as soon as the emperor has taken his seat beneath the canopy, pull at once with a stroke out into the midst of the Golden Horn, each man taking care not to lift his eyes to the imperial face. The trireme is spread with rich carpets. The nobles are richly clad in silk. The attendant caciques are hardly less graceful or brilliantly ornamented than that of the emperor. Their occupants vie with each other in the display of silks, richly embroidered in pearls and in jewelry. As they glide along the Golden Horn strains of music are heard, and the procession passes along, interrupted occasionally by the shouts of pleasure-seekers in other caciques, or of Venetian or Genoese passing across the Pera or Galata.

Literature forgotten

Nor amid such luxury was science, art, and literature forgotten. Constantinople had long been the asylum neglected. Eroin the time when Constantine had issued his edict for the transport to the city which he had chosen as the New Pome of the chief works of art which had embellished the cities of Greece and Asia Minor, columns, statues, and busts had continued to be sent to the capital, until travellers who visited the city in the twelfth or thirteenth centuries were amazed at the number of works of art which they saw around them.

As the seat of the most important patriarchate of the eastern division of the empire, the great Christian writers flocked to the capital, and every monastery had its collection of manuscripts. At various times in the history of the New Pome the Hellenic spirit of philosophy seemed on the point of mastering that of Christianity; and the treasures of ancient Greek literature, intelligible to the people in a language which had been comparatively but little changed, were reproduced and stored up, to become the seed for a new harvest of learning. If the sensual and sensuous pleasures which Constantinople offered in greater profusion than any other European city were not enough for the better minds of the time, they could find satisfaction in having access to more literature of a better quality than any other city could afford.

[markovastb]

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions of pomp which were direct imitations of the barbaric magnificence of Lastern courts, we may yet recognize that the pageants of the imperial court must often have been extremely beautiful. In Church and State alike ceremonial had been carefully studied. Let us suppose that the emperor, having passed out of the Golden Gate, which was near the southern end of the wall running nearly north and south, and forming the base of the triangle within which Constantinople is enclosed, and having inspected his troops along the range of this land-ward wall, finds himself at the Golden Horn termination of the wall on the height above what is now known as Eyoub on the spot, that is, where tradition asserted that Eyoub, the companion in arms of Mahomet, was killed during the Arab siege of Constantinople in 66S.

The view before him is the finest to be had from land of the city. Cape behind cape and dome behind dome arise in picturesque beauty until they terminate in what is now known as Seraglio Point. Beneath him were the palace and towers, and beneath them again the prisons of the Blachern. Above him float the imperial banners, with the crescent, the ancient emblem of Constantinople, on some, the imperial eagle or the white lion on others. As lie prepares to go down to the Golden Horn the troops are drawn up to do him honor. There are Dalmatians under their national flags, clothed in the brilliantly embroidered dress which even yet is the most picturesque in Europe, and armed with swords and lances.

Troops of Macedonians

There is a company of the Scholarii, or guards of the palace, composed of nobles, some of whom were clothed in rose-colored tunics, and another of the body-guard, chosen from the Seholarii on account of their stature and strength, and known as Candidati, from their light and beautifully embroidered garments, and yet another of the Macedonians of the great heteria, with swords, silver belts, gilded shields, and doubled-edged axes likewise gilded. Near the emperor is a company of his foreign guards, composed of Scythians, Englishmen, and others of a kindred race, whose light hair and beards mark them as of Northern origin, and belonging to the famous Warings or Varangians. They are armed with huge double battle-axes or bills, and, under their own acolyth, cluster about the emperor, who puts more trust in their sturdy arms and Northern fidelity than in either the noble Scholarii or the gaudy troops of Macedonians.

The oarsmen of the imperial trireme stand at the water’s edge, bearing the imperial gonfalons emblazoned with gold, while the imperial standard, similarly embroidered, is carried before him. The trireme bears, as its figure-head, the imperial eagle with outspread wings, of shape not unlike what has come down to us from imperial times in many of our own cathedrals.

The oarsmen in the imperial livery are well matched Visit Bulgaria, and, as soon as the emperor has taken his seat beneath the canopy, pull at once with a stroke out into the midst of the Golden Horn, each man taking care not to lift his eyes to the imperial face. The trireme is spread with rich carpets. The nobles are richly clad in silk. The attendant caciques are hardly less graceful or brilliantly ornamented than that of the emperor. Their occupants vie with each other in the display of silks, richly embroidered in pearls and in jewelry. As they glide along the Golden Horn strains of music are heard, and the procession passes along, interrupted occasionally by the shouts of pleasure-seekers in other caciques, or of Venetian or Genoese passing across the Pera or Galata.

Literature forgotten

Nor amid such luxury was science, art, and literature forgotten. Constantinople had long been the asylum neglected. Eroin the time when Constantine had issued his edict for the transport to the city which he had chosen as the New Pome of the chief works of art which had embellished the cities of Greece and Asia Minor, columns, statues, and busts had continued to be sent to the capital, until travellers who visited the city in the twelfth or thirteenth centuries were amazed at the number of works of art which they saw around them.

As the seat of the most important patriarchate of the eastern division of the empire, the great Christian writers flocked to the capital, and every monastery had its collection of manuscripts. At various times in the history of the New Pome the Hellenic spirit of philosophy seemed on the point of mastering that of Christianity; and the treasures of ancient Greek literature, intelligible to the people in a language which had been comparatively but little changed, were reproduced and stored up, to become the seed for a new harvest of learning. If the sensual and sensuous pleasures which Constantinople offered in greater profusion than any other European city were not enough for the better minds of the time, they could find satisfaction in having access to more literature of a better quality than any other city could afford.

[mirelaistanbul]

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions

Leaving out of consideration for the present the childish and effeminate exhibitions of pomp which were direct imitations of the barbaric magnificence of Lastern courts, we may yet recognize that the pageants of the imperial court must often have been extremely beautiful. In Church and State alike ceremonial had been carefully studied. Let us suppose that the emperor, having passed out of the Golden Gate, which was near the southern end of the wall running nearly north and south, and forming the base of the triangle within which Constantinople is enclosed, and having inspected his troops along the range of this land-ward wall, finds himself at the Golden Horn termination of the wall on the height above what is now known as Eyoub on the spot, that is, where tradition asserted that Eyoub, the companion in arms of Mahomet, was killed during the Arab siege of Constantinople in 66S.

The view before him is the finest to be had from land of the city. Cape behind cape and dome behind dome arise in picturesque beauty until they terminate in what is now known as Seraglio Point. Beneath him were the palace and towers, and beneath them again the prisons of the Blachern. Above him float the imperial banners, with the crescent, the ancient emblem of Constantinople, on some, the imperial eagle or the white lion on others. As lie prepares to go down to the Golden Horn the troops are drawn up to do him honor. There are Dalmatians under their national flags, clothed in the brilliantly embroidered dress which even yet is the most picturesque in Europe, and armed with swords and lances.

Troops of Macedonians

There is a company of the Scholarii, or guards of the palace, composed of nobles, some of whom were clothed in rose-colored tunics, and another of the body-guard, chosen from the Seholarii on account of their stature and strength, and known as Candidati, from their light and beautifully embroidered garments, and yet another of the Macedonians of the great heteria, with swords, silver belts, gilded shields, and doubled-edged axes likewise gilded. Near the emperor is a company of his foreign guards, composed of Scythians, Englishmen, and others of a kindred race, whose light hair and beards mark them as of Northern origin, and belonging to the famous Warings or Varangians. They are armed with huge double battle-axes or bills, and, under their own acolyth, cluster about the emperor, who puts more trust in their sturdy arms and Northern fidelity than in either the noble Scholarii or the gaudy troops of Macedonians.

The oarsmen of the imperial trireme stand at the water’s edge, bearing the imperial gonfalons emblazoned with gold, while the imperial standard, similarly embroidered, is carried before him. The trireme bears, as its figure-head, the imperial eagle with outspread wings, of shape not unlike what has come down to us from imperial times in many of our own cathedrals.

The oarsmen in the imperial livery are well matched Visit Bulgaria, and, as soon as the emperor has taken his seat beneath the canopy, pull at once with a stroke out into the midst of the Golden Horn, each man taking care not to lift his eyes to the imperial face. The trireme is spread with rich carpets. The nobles are richly clad in silk. The attendant caciques are hardly less graceful or brilliantly ornamented than that of the emperor. Their occupants vie with each other in the display of silks, richly embroidered in pearls and in jewelry. As they glide along the Golden Horn strains of music are heard, and the procession passes along, interrupted occasionally by the shouts of pleasure-seekers in other caciques, or of Venetian or Genoese passing across the Pera or Galata.

Literature forgotten

Nor amid such luxury was science, art, and literature forgotten. Constantinople had long been the asylum neglected. Eroin the time when Constantine had issued his edict for the transport to the city which he had chosen as the New Pome of the chief works of art which had embellished the cities of Greece and Asia Minor, columns, statues, and busts had continued to be sent to the capital, until travellers who visited the city in the twelfth or thirteenth centuries were amazed at the number of works of art which they saw around them.

As the seat of the most important patriarchate of the eastern division of the empire, the great Christian writers flocked to the capital, and every monastery had its collection of manuscripts. At various times in the history of the New Pome the Hellenic spirit of philosophy seemed on the point of mastering that of Christianity; and the treasures of ancient Greek literature, intelligible to the people in a language which had been comparatively but little changed, were reproduced and stored up, to become the seed for a new harvest of learning. If the sensual and sensuous pleasures which Constantinople offered in greater profusion than any other European city were not enough for the better minds of the time, they could find satisfaction in having access to more literature of a better quality than any other city could afford.

[stellaviatorem-blog]

“ NOPE! ”  It was with a decided lack of grace that Kendra scrambled to hide the schematics she’d been poring over the moment she caught the shock of blonde hair in the doorway. There was no way Samantha Freaking Carter was going to see this until it was perfect! She’d rather take a staff weapon blast to the face than show her some half-assed naquadah generator. She had some pride...

Kendra got to her feet quickly.  “ General. I -- uh -- I was just... ”  She trailed off, glancing at the mess she’d made of the lab’s workspace. Real impressive, asshole, she silently scolded herself.  “ Major Kendra Park. ”  She cleared her throat awkwardly.  “ I didn’t expect anyone to be here this late... ma’am. ”

@scholariis | sc. 

[dramatispersxnae]

scholariis replied to your post: // when it’s late and you suddenly have hella wash...

STOP MAKING ME WANT TO REWATCH FIREFLY

// NO. YOU SHOULD WATCH IT WITH ME.

[soulpaths-blog1]

BLYTHE YOUR ICON

                  “Don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘War on Christmas’ people just because Starbucks decided to go with a solid red disposable cup this year. I’m just getting into the holiday spirit.”

[shauriofabydos]

❝you’re too short to put the star on top of the tree.❞

CHRISTMAS STARTERS | @scholariis

          Was Samantha right? Perhaps. Technically. Was Sha’uri prepared to give in? Absolutely not. The fact that she was straining on her tip-toes and could barely reach the top tier of branches was beside the point. She was determined to do this – after all, was it not part of the grand Tau’ri holiday tradition? And the other woman’s gentle jabs only meant she had something to prove – silly as it was. 

          Sha’uri cast a look back over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Oh?” She was fighting to hide a smile. “Well then, don’t strain yourself to help,” she teased. Finally, the smirk won out as she eyed the chair that stood beside the tree. “But really, Samantha. I would have thought you’d have a touch more ingenuity! It just takes a little strategy.” And with that, she hopped up onto the chair, leaning in to place the star easily on top of the tree. She looked down at the other woman triumphantly. Hands settled on her hips as she resisted the urge to cry ta da! “I believe you mentioned something about being too short?”

[notarthurfrellingdent]

"The day needs my saving expertise."

// Dr. Horrible starters | @scholariis

“You bet your ass it does.” He gestured her over. “That wormhole is going to expand and we’re all going to die horribly within the next hour unless the two of us pull some science-y magic to stop it.”

[wallsofdreaming-blog]

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my clone sons, all of them

// The clones are one of my favorite parts of the Star Wars universe. Save them. Also-- I’ve got a clone muse on here if you’re ever interested. His name’s Prudii. I’m also considering adding one of the clones from the show-- probably either Rex or Fives.

[hippocratiic]

       a soft sigh escapes her lips when she spots the injury from across the room, then she’s approaching && asking,     ❝ what happened? ❞

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY RABBIT ILY

ahhhh thank you so much lovely!