#zograf

[steamedtangerine]

[steamedtangerine]

-don’t have that, but here is a message from Leopold the Lepus for us kids.

Climate change is real and happening faster than scientists thought.

[kebriones]

Sometimes i go on instagram and I see a video of the 608 bus on fire and some guy shoveling dirt in its engine. I love my neighborhood.

[greekstreetphotographer]

National Holiday Fujifilm X-Pro1 - XF18 Snapped in Athens, Attiki, Greece

More about Street Photography at www.streethunters.net

#StreetPhotography #streethunters #Zografou #Attiki #Greece #FujifilmXPro1 #XPro1 #XF18 #hqspurbanstreetphotos #streetpics

[greekbooks-poll]

[nando161mando]

Ζωγράφου 21/4/24 Κανένα τελεσίγραφο δεν μας τρομοκρατεί. Αλληλεγγύη στις καταλήψεις της ΦΕΠΑ. Από την πορεία Ζωγράφου ενάντια στις αστυνομικές επιχειρήσεις καταπάτησης του ασύλου (Laf_portal)

Zografou 21/4/24 No ultimatum terrifies us. Solidarity with FEPA occupations. From the Zografou march against the police operations of encroachment on asylum (Laf_portal)

[reno-matagot]

𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖉'𝕳𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖙𝖊 • 𝕬𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖆 𝖅𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖔𝖚

L'intégrale en français...je savais pas qu'il était dispo! Je vais mourir de joie 🧙

The whole book in french...

[glitteringrp]

⧼   barbara palvin, artista viajante, auracinese, ESMERALDA   ⧽     —     Eu, MIHAELA ZOGRAF, 25 anos, vinda de BALANQUA, me comprometo a realizar o requerido junto à Corte de Luz, deixando minha antiga vida para trás, e assumindo, desde já, os encargos deste serviço, nos termos deste contrato.

𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑      —

Mihaela Zograf nasceu em uma família de artistas viajantes em uma época em que as crenças religiosas eram tão importantes quanto a habilidade artística. Desde muito jovem, ela foi incentivada pelos pais a realizar pequenos roubos durante as apresentações, como forma de garantir a sobrevivência da família. Aos oito anos, descobriu que tinha o dom de ver a aura das pessoas, o que a tornava uma excelente mentirosa e manipuladora. Seus pais eram alanzanos em segredo e, quando descobertos, foram detidos e Mihaela, enviada para a Corte de Luz, onde seria treinada para ser uma verdadeira dama da sociedade. Não foi uma adaptação fácil, contudo, as tragédias de sua vida a haviam lhe ensinado a ser resiliente e se preocupar consigo mesma; queria o melhor para si mesma, uma vida sem dificuldades. E, determinada a se destacar e garantir sua própria sobrevivência, ela foi além do que era esperado de uma jovem dama da época.

Mihaela se tornou uma estudante exemplar, dominando várias línguas, música e etiqueta, além de se destacar em outras habilidades consideradas apropriadas para uma dama. Além de sua excelência, é conhecida pela elegância, delicadeza e cuidado com os demais  ——  mas não se engane! Esta última não é nada mais do que uma máscara que ela própria criou; Mika não deseja o mal alheio, no entanto, é muito egocêntrica, e tampouco tem pudores de usar seus poderes para manipular aqueles ao seu redor para atender às suas próprias necessidades. Embora Mihaela aparente ser delicada e cuidadosa com os demais, ela sempre colocava a si mesma em primeiro lugar. Ela não hesita em pisar nos outros para alcançar seus objetivos.

Não se preocupa muito com que tipo de homem será pareada, somente que seja o melhor. De preferência, fácil de manipular.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄      —

Mihaela é uma personagem que passou por muitas dificuldades em sua vida e, em vez de enfrentá-las diretamente, aprendeu a ser mais dissimulada e estratégica. Ela prefere se fingir de boa e obediente, acreditando que pode manipular as situações de forma mais eficaz por trás das cortinas. Seu passado difícil a tornou astuta e manipuladora, mas ela não é tão resistente ou corajosa quanto gostaria de ser. Ela ainda mantém traços de sua personalidade anterior como parte da trupe de artistas, como a alegria e a criatividade, mas esses traços muitas vezes são mascarados por sua necessidade de sobreviver. Ela sabe que precisa cuidar de si mesma e que não pode contar com ninguém, o que a torna cautelosa e reservada. Seu dom de ver as auras das pessoas a torna mais sensível e empática, mas ela muitas vezes usa esse dom para obter vantagem sobre os outros. Ela não confia facilmente em ninguém e é cuidadosa em suas relações interpessoais. No geral, Mihaela é uma personagem complexa que aprendeu a se adaptar a situações difíceis, mas que não é tão forte quanto gostaria de ser. Ela pode ser tanto gentil e alegre como amarga e manipuladora, e suas características muitas vezes entram em conflito. Sua necessidade de sobrevivência e adaptação pode ser um ponto fraco, mas também pode torná-la uma personagem interessante e imprevisível. 

[engravedcircustattooparlour]

Abstract watercolor piece for M.. thank you 🙏 very much for the trust .. #engraved #circus #circustattoo #engravedcircus #watercolor #art #watercolortattoo #athens #athenstattoo #zografou #zografoutattoo #vrilissia #vrilissiatattoo #ampelokipoi #ampelokipoitattoo #photooftheday #picoftheday #tattoooftheday #wanderingartist #travelingartist #tattooartist #pitheartist (στην τοποθεσία Engraved Circus Tattoo Parlour) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cr0VlrzseVW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fakesy]

standing stones

University of Athens campus Zografou

fakesy + Xiaomi redmi note 6 pro mi dual camera + deep dream generator

[epninos]

winter sky 3 Text 2 Dream image fakesy + Xiaomi redmi note 6 pro mi dual camera + deep dream generator

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine trying to cheer up your boyfriend,Viktor Krum, after a tough match.

“Hey, calm down, it’s okay,” You said, rubbing at Viktor’s shoulders the moment that he entered the room, the storm cloud over his head following close behind. You could see it across his face, the anger that he felt towards the game that he had just played. You knew this was incoming, having been at the game and watching it in person. Watching as the chasers of the Brazilian National Quidditch team had scored point after point, Zograf having been off of his game today, and then the seeker finding the switch close to where he had been scouting. It was a rough loss. Viktor didn’t take these things well.

Even though he usually felt better in your presence, Viktor continued to feel moody, heading past through the living room of the home that he shared with you and headed straight to the bedroom. He often collapsed into bed when he was in a mood like this, finding comfort in the smell of the detergent that you used on the linens. You followed behind, noting that he was still in his uniform when he threw himself down - another sign that this was a rough one.

You joined him on the bed before he could mope anymore. It looked as if he was trying to sink into the mattress, drown himself within the sheets. You lay on your side next to him and started to rub his back, feeling the knots of stress through the fabric of his uniform. “These things happen. It’s just rotten luck, Viktor,” You said, soothingly. “You played brilliantly. The way that you avoided those bludgers, my love. You are still the best.”

“I should have been watching,” Viktor muttered in his mother tongue, the Bulgarian syllables coming out harsh. “I could have -”

“The snitch goes where the snitch goes. No one is in control of it,” You said, waiting until he turned his handsome face towards you. Once he did, you stroked at his stubbled cheeks. He had just shaved that morning. You had watched him, sitting on the edge of the tub as he slid the razor against his face, removing the hair. It grew so fast. “You will catch the next one. You must reserve your strength for that. And we will have a celebration.”

He hummed, coming around to the idea slowly. His hands, which had been in fists since he had unlocked the door, started to untense. He blinked slowly at you, willing you to go on.

“I can make Baklava. Your favorite,” You cooed. His face still stern, he nodded. That was something he could never resist. He moved one arm up so that you could slip in closer to him and he held you until his love for you, his gratefulness for you, overcame the anger that he felt as a lost game. He kissed your forehead, lips barely brushing by the skin. It was your turn to hum, happy to feel that. He was bouncing back to the man that you loved, and you were patient until that was complete.

Requested by: @ilovedreming

[kebriones]

Since democracy forced me to go on a walk, i did. But the cats were not cooperative today. Nevertheless, i still took pictures. These aren't even all the cats I saw on a 30 min walk around my neighborhood.

Plus a very blurry picture of the sky from my very own rooftop, idk if this is normal fog or toxic car gas fog or just humidity but yeah.

[johaerys-writes]

What inspired you to write Disasters?

Hi anon 💙 I've been trying to think of an answer to this ask since I got it and the truth is I'm really not sure? This story has been in my head in some shape or form for so long that I don't even know what started it in the first place. I guess it all started with the first modern AU I wrote, Like Friends Do, a one shot where Patroclus and Achilles grow up in modern Phthia and catch feelings for each other. The visuals in that story were so clear in my head and I found myself wanting to go back to that world somehow. I kept thinking of possible follow up fics and it never quite worked out, but as I kept imagining more scenes and situations Patroclus and Achilles might find themselves in, the background and plot kept getting richer and more detailed, until I almost had a full story of its own? But even when I finally started posting disasters I still didn't know how long or involved I wanted it to be, and it took me almost a year to make up my mind whether I wanted to actually write it out, so it was.... a process to say the least haha.

Another thing that inspired me was that I'd been craving a messy as hell coming of age story, one that would take place in a setting that's familiar to me, and I knew it was something I'd never be able to find until I wrote it for myself. In a way, disasters is a sort of love/hate letter to my own country and the culture I grew up in lol. Like there are many things I like about Greece and many more things I'm critical of and it felt good to have them in story form, ykwim? (A lot of people have told me that Phthia and Athens seem so dreamy when we see them through Patroclus' eyes in the story, and while I'm really happy about that, I also hope that the absolute misery of Pat going up Zografou hill on a packed 608 bus with no A/C in the middle of summer shines through as well LMAO)

Also it's like... every story I've written is personal in some way, but disasters was even more so because of how close to home it was I guess. Without even realising it I sort of found myself processing a lot of stuff re: having a weird childhood and an even more messed up adolescence, growing up autistic in a place/time where there was no recognition or support for it, losing a parent, dealing with trauma, trying to figure yourself out and making a royal mess of it, absolutely nothing making sense for years lol. I think a lot of us have been there or are still there, and it's such a gift to see the story resonate with others. That also inspired me a lot while I was writing it btw, the people from thousands of miles away who would comment after each chapter to tell me that they've had experiences that were similar to what they were reading and how much it touched them, like that's just wild to me 🥹 We all share a single braincell fr 🫶

Thank you so much for this ask!! I hope I answered somewhat cohesively haha.

[zvetenze]

Oslekova kăšta, view from courtyard

Koprivštica, Bulgaria

The Oslekova kăšta, constructed in the 1850s, represents the late national revival period of traditional dwelling architecture. Koprivštica had become a wealthy town and a center of resistance to the Ottoman powers. The dwelling was conceived as a symetrically organized composition but Nenčo Oslekov was not able to purchase the property to the right. The grand dwellings of this period replaced the čardak space with a central salon with glazed openings on each level. The building design is attributed to Usta Minčo and murals by Kosta Zograf, both artisans from Samokov. (photo 2000)

[phanagoria]

Ако благоволишъ да ми покажешъ, Господи,

нѣкакви нови твои заповѣди

да ги разнасямъ по свѣта,

тогава напиши ги на скрижалитѣ

съ Кирилица —

за да ги разбера до съвършенство.

(I: Troyan monastery, Bulgaria. II: Sts. Cyril and Methodius icon by Zahari Zograf. III: Tomić Psalter, 14th century Tarnovo Literary School. IV: Odest dated Cyrillic inscription circa 921 AD, Krepcha, northeastern Bulgaria.)