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写真ボードは、複数の写真を一枚のボードに配置して展示するためのものです。

写真ボードは、視覚的に魅力的な形で思い出を共有するための効果的な手段であり、特別な場面をより一層盛り上げるために広く利用されています。

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lenormand cards: key phrases and an example of a card combo (part 3)

this is just a beginners guide to the lenormand. these are key phrases that come to mind when i think of the cards - NOT how they should be directly applied. they needs to be thought about situationally - the card / when it is in specific combos can change or alter its meaning in a reading.

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ring: unity, attachment, alliance, marriage, vow, affections, commitment, engagement, agreements, promises, partnerships, mergers, valuable objects, jewelry, completion, solution, full circle, etc.

ring + cross = joint suffering, spartacus energy, feeling burdened by your commitments, relationship trials, bad karma, being "cursed", being humiliated by your partner, disappointed by your partner, etc.

book: curiosity, knowledge, education, wisdom, intelligence, hidden things, mysteries, secrecy, information, facts, data, learning, education, projects, cases, assignments, audits, research, monetary accounts, research, exams, school, esoteric studies, discoveries, breakthroughs, confidential information, books, journals, files, deck of cards, etc.

book + ring = marriage license, wedding planner, knowledge about prenuptial agreements, combined assets in a partnership, a finished project, final exam, etc.

letter: news, messages, information, notes, memos, documents, reports, written correspondence, awards, certificates, licenses, credentials, diplomas, records, permits, authorizations, warrants, liens, titles, contacts, advertisements, flyers, brochures, junk mail, invitations, announcements, cards, posters, etc

letter + book = lecture notes, hidden messages, literary analysis, awards for intellect, learning permit for driving, etc.

man: brother, lover, father, spouse, fiancé, etc.

man + letter = a guy with news, a message from a man, doctor, educated man, famous man, etc.

woman: sister, lover, mother, friend, spouse, fiancée, etc.

woman + man = siblings, twins, couple, etc.

lilies: royalty, honor, nobility, purity, innocence, knowledge, respect, wisdom, maturity, happiness, protection, pregnancy, aging, peace, slow down, etc.

lilies + woman = queen, maid of honor, a nun, baby girl, a virgin, woman teacher/professor, grandmother, mother, motherhood, etc.

sun: new beginning, life, warmth, heat, success, glory, victory, happiness, glory, desire, courage, hope, recognition, fame, power, reputation, ego, pride, high self-esteem, charisma, alluring personality, summer, beaches, positivity, optimism, masculine, etc.

sun + lilies = pure joy, contentment, joan of arc energy, being well liked and trusted, invincibility, king, patriarchy, etc.

moon: imagination, musing, passion, unconscious, feminine, maternal instincts, intuition, psyche, dreams, creativity, inspiration, innovation, honors, fame, recognition, popularity, celebrity, emotions, passions, seduction, romance, intimacy, affection, desires, fantasies, motherhood, the womb, menstruation, hormones, instincts, perception, sensitivity, awareness, mystics, mediums, psychics, etc.

moon + sun = prologue, dream life, "the warm and fuzzies", psychic power, pearl energy, charming personality, awareness of yourself and your power, etc.

key: wishes, hidden things, success, unexpected results, karmic lessons, breakthroughs, etc.

key + moon = manifestation, creative success, overnight success, karmic lover, awareness of your lesson, etc.

fish: abundance, water, fertility, spirituality, prosperity, eternity, unity, happiness, transformation, femininity, adaptability, knowledge, creativity, freedom, luck, intuition, independence, self-employment, entrepreneurship, sales, purchases, exchanges, abundance, wealth, emotions, beaches, independence, etc.

fish + key = having a lot of wishes, murky water, the unknown, things working out, a gamble paying off, etc.

anchor: stability, security, safety, immovability, trust, faith, loyalty, stubbornness, consistency, endurance, destinations, support, reliability, lifestyle, etc.

anchor + fish = stability income, stubbornness paying off, enduring beliefs, freedom to choose, supporting yourself, lifestyle that supports the self, etc.

cross: suffering, martyrdom, burdens, challenges, worries, troubles, trials, pains, hardships, concerns, hardships, obstacles, hindrances, regret, remorse, guilt, shame, humiliation, disappointment, religion, faith, belief, esotericism, psychics, mediums, empaths, etc.

cross + anchor = financially struggling, lacking faith, being in your own way, struggling with consistency, regretting your life's choices, being disappointed by where you are, faith worth relying on, being a psychic/medium, etc.

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[artangelo2]

La vente du pêle-mêle Saint-Valentin est prévue pour cette semaine.

Le pêle-mêle est parfait pour personnaliser une décoration murale et s'intégrera parfaitement à un intérieur urbain et à l'esprit du temps.

Ce pêle-mêle, composé de trois cadres vitrés, propose un design déstructuré très original. Il s'adaptera facilement aux petits espaces et vous permettra d'exposer trois photos souvenirs, mais aussi des cartes ou des citations.

Tirage 10x15, c'est le format traditionnel par excellence ! Il s'adapte à tous vos cadres photos. Finition brillante sans bordures.

[thomtmexploration]

Découvrez l'exposition de la villa d'Ernest Perochon 🏠

La vidéo 👇

Les photos 👇

La description 👇

La villa d'Ernest Perochon est un Centre d'Art Contemporain Photographique. Ce centre d'art offre aux visiteurs une opportunité unique de découvrir gratuitement et d'apprécier les œuvres de photographie contemporaine. Il met en valeur le travail d'artistes talentueux et permet au public de se plonger dans l'univers créatif de la photographie d'art.

Localisation: Niort

Période: été 2024.

[lerefugedeluza]

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

je regarde le findings 27 parce que je me les fais tous d’affilée et à la fin de la vidéo hors de nulle part feldup se fait interrompre par un autre feldup qui le dégomme avec un flingue en plastique et je sais que c’est pas censé susciter cette réaction mais j’ai éclaté de rire

[vulpinesaint]

"yeah i'll just write this quick little article in french and then i'll go do my Real homework! no problemo!"

[talltalestogo]

Tableau

Three years on, /

old leaves frozen in ice, /

memories linger.

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#haiku #poem #poetry #tableau #memories #leaves #linger #ice #haiga #photo #january #thursday #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #012325 #2025

[fvbeers]

Storchenhaus in Bremm (P1050837_1) by Frans van Beers Via Flickr: het Storchenhaus in Bremm, de zijkant van het pand aan de straat Am Storchenhaus - the Storchenhaus in Bremm, the side of the building on Am Storchenhaus street -https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bremm Photo edit in: www.acdsee.com/en/photo-studio/whats-new/

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[germanpostwarmodern]

Mondrian x 4 at Kaiser Wilhelm Museum Krefeld

Tableau No. VII, Tableau No. X, Tableau No. XI (all 1925), Composition IV (1926).

Photo from January 2024.

[publicdomainreview]

Cleopatra tableau in New Zealand, 1914, captured in the subtle hues of an autochrome, early colour photo technique. See more autochromes from early 20th-century New Zealand in the collection of the Te Papa museum: https://publicdomainreview.org/essay/autochromes-from-the-te-papa-collection

[vroombeams]

winter warmers ⛄ day twelve (read on ao3)

prompts ❅ daddy | mistletoe kisses ship ❅ oscarmark words ❅ 750

Mistletoe, Mark thinks as he steps unsteadily off of his stool, is surely one of the Great Christmas Traditions.

He stands back to admire the bunch of it he’s hung in the front hall. Not a bad job, if he does say so himself. Looks quite nice on the arch of the foyer, perfectly centred. Promising. He’s no fortune-teller, but he is seeing a kiss or two in his coming days.

Satisfied, he grabs his whiskey glass from the hall table and takes a sip. It’s from a fresh bottle—an early Christmas present to himself, because a man surely deserves a little treat for the holiday season.

“Leaving it a little late, aren’t you?”

It’s Oscar, leaning temptingly in the living room doorway when Mark turns to look. He’s got pyjama pants on, thick socks, one of Mark’s old t-shirts. Not one of the oversized ones either—it hugs the curves of Oscar’s body in a distinctly distracting way, nipped in at the waist, the cock of his hip emphasized by the billow of tartan flannel.

“No time like the present,” Mark says tartly. “That’s why they call it a gift, you know.”

Oscar’s mouth twitches at the corners, but he doesn’t say a word. Mark clears his throat.

“As long as it’s all up before Father Christmas rolls in,” he goes on. “It’s fine.”

“Oh yes,” Oscar says, obviously and barely stifling a laugh. “What would Father Christmas think, if you were missing your janky mistletoe in the hall?”

“It’s not janky,” Mark says sharply. It’s not. Not even lopsided like it was last year, when he’d hung it so precariously on its hook that it’d fallen off on his head when he’d opened the front door. 

Oscar makes a show of coming closer, peering up at the mistletoe and inspecting it from all angles while Mark sets his glass back on the hall table and folds his arms. He’s trying not to pout. It’s just that he’s a little drunk, and he’s proud of his eye for decor no matter how long and loud Oscar’d laughed at his custom dog-photo pillows.

“Fine,” Oscar says eventually. “Looks… secure enough.” 

And then of course he’s stood right underneath the mistletoe, looking up at Mark expectantly. 

The chandelier Mark’s never bothered to change out in the hall casts Oscar in a nice light. Pretty little dapples across the curve of his cheek, the softly shadowed quirk of his mouth. 

Bit warm in here, isn’t it?

After a beat, Mark shambles forward, sliding both hands around Oscar’s waist. Oscar slings his arms around Mark’s neck, leaning back as Mark grabs him. He does this sometimes—it’s this way to make himself look smaller. Dainty, or feminine maybe, like that’s what does it for Mark. An older version of himself would have probably appreciated it.

Now it’s just Oscar who does it for him. It doesn’t matter what his body’s like. Mark just wants him.

It’s cheesy, but it’s still a nice bit of a moment, slipping one hand between Oscar’s shoulder blades and the other to the small of his back so he can hold him close while he dips him. Playful, just to make him smile.

The kiss doesn’t deepen once it starts. It’s soft and it’s warm and it’s not hungry so much as peckish, just a taste. They still both come up breathless. It’d be a silly tableau to look in on, Mark thinks, two grown men frozen halfway to a ballroom dip in the front hall of his house. 

“Well,” Mark says once he’s hauled Oscar upright and caught his breath. “We’d best go to bed before the big man arrives.” Punctuates it with an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows, of course, and Oscar snorts.

“Of course,” he says. “The yearly tradition of waiting for Father Christmas with Daddy Christmas.”

How this boy can say something like that with a straight face, Mark will never understand. He clears his throat again, adjusts his robe.

“And have you been naughty or nice this year?” Mark asks, putting on a bit of a deeper, jollier voice.

“Distinctly naughty,” Oscar says, which Mark can’t really argue with.

“Well. Hope you don’t end up with coal in your stocking.”

“I’m sure I’ll end up with something in my something, anyway.”

Mark barks out a laugh. Christ.

“Go,” he says, swatting at Oscar’s arse and urging him away. “Get on upstairs. Father Christmas won’t come if you’re awake.”

“I’m pretty sure he’ll still come—”

“Go.”

[moncoeurestatoimonamour]

La beauté de la nature est art, c'est poésie, c'est toutes les couleurs du plus beau tableau, ce sont des charmes de mystère et de folie où se garde l'origine de la tendresse de la vie. LM

Vercors / Auvergne Rhône Alpes

France 🇫🇷

Photo et texte by ©️LM

[fudgeez]

Chapter 1:  Enigmas and Echoes

Synopsis: New student Y/N's quiet observation is disrupted by encounters with student council president Yujin and a confrontational professor, revealing her sharp intellect and defiance. A cafeteria incident exposes her connection to popular Karina, who fiercely defends her, hinting at a hidden familial bond beneath Y/N's solitary facade.

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Y/N, map loosely held, followed Karina through the verdant maze of WQ University's gardens. Karina, a whirlwind of campus lore, detailed the intricate social hierarchy, pointing out landmarks and student cliques with practiced ease. Y/N, a mask of polite disinterest veiling her sharp observation, snapped photos, each frame a meticulously composed piece of art.

"And there," Karina gestured towards a secluded rose garden, "usually a sanctuary, but..."

Their conversation abruptly ceased as they rounded a corner, colliding with a figure hidden behind a meticulously trimmed hedge. A lit cigarette, dropped in surprise, smoldered on the manicured lawn. It was Yujin, the student council president, her reputation for flawless composure and unwavering authority preceding her. A flicker of annoyance, quickly suppressed, crossed her features.

"President Yujin!" Karina exclaimed, her voice a mix of apology and deference. "We're so sorry, we didn't see you."

Y/N, her expression an unreadable tableau, merely observed Yujin. Yujin's gaze, however, lingered on Y/N, drawn by her enigmatic aura. A subtle tension crackled in the air. She noticed the phone in Y/N’s hand, the lens still faintly warm.

“May I see your phone?” Yujin requested, her tone a velvet-wrapped steel.

Karina glanced at her sister, a silent question in her eyes. "Why?"

"Because you took my picture, which could compromise my image," Yujin stated, her voice laced with a subtle threat. Y/N, unfazed, replied, "There's nothing on my phone," but Yujin’s outstretched hand remained implacable.

A discreet nudge from Karina prompted Y/N to sigh, a sound barely audible, and she surrendered her phone. Yujin meticulously examined its contents, finding no compromising photos. Instead, she discovered a collection of breathtakingly beautiful, artistically rendered images of various campus locales, each a testament to Y/N's exceptional talent.

A faint, almost imperceptible, flicker of interest sparked in Yujin’s eyes.

"You have a remarkable eye," Yujin commented, returning the phone. "Why don't you consider joining the photography club? You clearly possess a… gift."

Y/N simply shrugged, the gesture dismissive. "Not interested." A thread of defiance, subtle yet unmistakable, hung in the air.

Yujin's intended response was interrupted by Wonyoung's arrival, her presence radiating warmth and composure. "Here, Yujin, to neutralize the scent," Wonyoung said, offering a small, elegantly crafted container with a gentle, almost tender, smile.

Yujin accepted the container, consuming its contents, a small, mint-flavored confection.

"Thank you, Wonyoung," she replied, her voice softening slightly, a rare display of vulnerability.

Wonyoung's gaze, however, lingered on Y/N, a silent promise, a veiled curiosity, sparking in her eyes. The air around Y/N seemed to thicken, a subtle shift in the dynamics, a silent acknowledgment of the game that had just begun.

The first history class after the garden incident began. Y/N sat in the middle row, absorbed in her book. Chaewon, with naive enthusiasm, introduced herself.

“Hi, my name is Chaewon.” The class focused on Zeus's family, a tangle of divine relationships.

“Name’s Y/N Yu,” Y/N replied, returning to her book, a barrier erected.

Chaewon's smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment. “So, how old are you?” she asked, attempting to breach the wall.

“Twenty-four,” Y/N replied, her gaze fixed on the page, a fortress of indifference.

“Oh, we’re the same age!” Chaewon exclaimed, grasping for connection.

“Nice,” Y/N said, a curt, monosyllabic dismissal.

Y/N sought solace in isolation, her past a haunting specter. School was a refuge, a means to an end, a path to anonymity. The quiet hum of the classroom was a welcome shield, a stark contrast to the cacophony of her memories. She was a wraith, a shadow, and she intended to remain unseen.

Chaewon, her friendly persistence thwarted, was silenced by the professor’s arrival.

“Okay, tell me something about Zeus and Hades,” the professor announced, their voice a clarion call. The class commenced, and Y/N, though outwardly aloof, absorbed every detail, her sharp mind honed by adversity. The myths of gods and their capricious power held a disquieting resonance.

The professor initiated a relentless interrogation, calling on students randomly. "What was Zeus's relationship to Poseidon?" Silence, heavy and thick, permeated the room.

"Anyone?" The professor's voice, laced with a subtle menace, echoed. "If you cannot answer, you will stand for the remainder of the class." A nervous tremor rippled through the room, a collective breath held in apprehension.

Sunghoon tentatively raised his hand. "I think they're blood relatives, like father and son?" he offered, his voice wavering slightly.

"Are you answering or questioning me, Mr. Sunghoon?" the professor asked, their tone sharp. Sunghoon swallowed nervously, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Both, sir," he stammered.

The professor shook their head, declaring Sunghoon would remain standing. A wave of anxiety washed over the students.

The class dragged on for thirty minutes, with several students standing and others anxiously awaiting their turn. "Is Zeus a villain or a flawed hero?" the professor suddenly asked, breaking the tense silence.

The room fell silent. "Anyone?" the professor repeated, their eyes scanning the class.

No one dared to answer until the professor called on Y/N. "I heard we have a new student. Who is that?" Y/N raised her hand.

"Your name?" the professor asked, scrutinizing her.

"Yu Y/N," she replied.

"Are you related to Karina, the student council secretary?" the professor asked, piquing the curiosity of the entire class. "She's my sister," Y/N confirmed.

"Really? You don't look alike," the professor chuckled, eliciting nervous laughter from some students, though Chaewon frowned, confused by the relevance.

"Not all siblings need to resemble each other. According to science, basic genetic shuffling during reproduction, along with environmental impacts on gene activity, can cause big differences in how people look, even within the same family. Plus, what 'looking alike' means is really just a matter of opinion. Studies even show we tend to see more similarities than are actually there." Y/N’s voice remained calm, her tone factual.

The professor, caught off guard by the detailed yet simplified explanation, felt a flicker of annoyance. "Alright, alright,"

"Alright, nerd, answer my question," the professor said, a hint of irritation in their voice. "Is Zeus a villain or a flawed hero?" they asked Y/N.

"The answer is neither simple nor mutually exclusive," Y/N began, her voice steady. "Zeus exhibits traits of both. He's a complex figure, driven by ambition and desire, capable of both great benevolence and terrible cruelty. He’s a product of his time, reflecting the values and contradictions of the ancient Greek pantheon."

"That's a vague, textbook answer," the professor scoffed. "Give me a concrete stance. Is he good or bad?"

"To reduce a figure of such complexity to a binary of 'good' or 'bad' is a disservice to the nuances of mythology," Y/N replied, her tone unwavering.

"He's a flawed hero in his victories against the Titans, but a villain in his tyrannical rule and numerous betrayals. His actions must be contextualized within the social and cultural framework of ancient Greece."

"Contextualized?" the professor retorted, their face flushing. "We're not debating philosophy here. I asked a simple question, and you're giving me a lecture. Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"I am merely providing a comprehensive analysis of the subject matter, sir," Y/N said, her expression unchanged. "To assert a definitive answer would be to ignore the inherent ambiguities within the myths."

"Ambiguities? You're just being difficult!" the professor snapped. "You think you're so smart, don't you? Trying to show me up in front of the class."

"My intention is not to 'show you up,' sir, but to engage in a meaningful academic discussion," Y/N replied, her voice calm despite the rising tension.

"If you prefer a simplistic answer, Zeus could be considered a flawed hero with villainous tendencies, depending on the specific myth being examined. However, such a reduction fails to capture the intricate tapestry of his character."

The professor, visibly flustered, sputtered, "That's still not a straight answer! Just sit down, you're wasting everyone's time."

They turned away, muttering about "know-it-all students," while Y/N calmly returned to her book, the class watching with a mixture of awe and nervous anticipation.

Cafeteria

“Hey, Y/N, you were amazing! I didn't know you had the guts to answer the professor like that,” Chaewon gushed, trailing Y/N as they navigated the cafeteria line. Despite Y/N's attempts to maintain a semblance of solitude, Chaewon's persistent chatter filled the air, leaving Y/N with no choice but to endure her company.

“I simply answered the question,” Y/N replied, her tone clipped, as she paid the cashier. As they searched for an unoccupied table, a sudden impact struck Y/N’s head, sending her tray crashing to the floor, spilling biscuits and water.

“Oops, sorry, nerd!” a voice taunted, followed by a wave of derisive laughter. Y/N, unfazed, retrieved the water bottle and reached for the scattered biscuits, only for a foot to stomp on them.

“Oops, sorry again,” the same voice drawled.

“Yah, Felix!” A sharp cry echoed through the cafeteria, drawing everyone's attention. Felix, the perpetrator, offered a smug grin.

“Hi, Karina, you look beautiful,” he purred, his nostrils flaring.

A collective gasp filled the air as Karina launched a swift kick, sending Felix sprawling to his knees. She grabbed his hair, her eyes blazing.

“Try to bully my sister again, and I’ll ensure you don’t graduate, got it?” she hissed, her voice laced with a deadly promise.

Felix nodded frantically, his face contorted in fear. The students watched in stunned silence, realizing the mysterious, reserved Y/N was the sister of the popular and vivacious Karina, a stark contrast in personalities.

Karina, releasing Felix, stormed out of the cafeteria. Y/N, having located an empty table, sat down. Chaewon, still reeling from the scene, followed. “You know you didn’t have to do that,” Y/N stated calmly. Karina pouted.

“I just saved you, little sister.”

“Thanks, but I can handle myself,” Y/N replied, her tone dismissive. Karina shook her head, disbelieving, until her eyes landed on Chaewon. “Hi! What’s your name?”

“Chaewon Kim, Y/N’s new best friend!” Chaewon chirped enthusiastically.

“She’s lying,” Y/N interjected, picking at a shard of biscuit. Karina confiscated the broken biscuit and replaced it with a lunchbox. “Eat this, it’s your favorite dish. I made it,” she said proudly.

“That’s even more reason not to eat it,” Y/N retorted, attempting to reclaim her biscuit.

“I asked Mom to help! Please, accept my effort,” Karina pleaded, her eyes wide and imploring, which prompted Y/N to utter a rare curse.

“Stop with the puppy eyes, damn it! Give me the spoon,” Y/N demanded. Karina clapped her hands, her face lighting up, drawing further bewildered glances from the cafeteria crowd.

"See? She does have a personality!" Karina exclaimed to Chaewon. "She just saves it for her favorite sister," she added with a wink.

[talltalestogo]

Haiku to you Thursday: “Tableau”

Tableau Three years on, / old leaves frozen in ice, / memories linger. . . #haiku #poem #poetry #tableau #memories #leaves #linger #ice #haiga #photo #january #thursday #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #012325 #2025