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Common imperial (Cheritra freja), is a small butterfly found in India, Burma, Malaysia and Sri Lanka[1] that belongs to the gossamer-winged butterflies family (Lycaenidae). The thin trailing tails are said to average the length of the body. The butterfly has a brown upperside with white bands. The hindwings consist of a tail. It is coloured from pale yellow to white on the lower side with black margins.Photos by Richard Seaman, Nelson Ong, etc.

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Rest in Peace, Sharon Marie Tate // January 24, 1943 - August 9, 1969 //
“I’d like to be a fairy princess - a little golden doll with gossamer wings, in a voile dress, adorned with bright, shiny things. I see that as something totally pure and beautiful. Everything that’s realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent. I’m very sensitive to ugly situations. I’m quick to read people, and I pick up if someone’s reacting to me as just a sexy blond. At times like that, I freeze. I can be very alone at a party, on the set, or in general, if I’m not in harmony with things around me.”

Dear Big Girl,

Never settle for just the simple word beautiful.

Never let them take your size

and shrink it into a textbook definition

that is light enough to be supported

on gossamer wings.


You are powerful.

You’ve got head-crushing hips

and comebacks hidden behind your lips

ready to fire at those

who won’t let you live in peace.


Your skin

is weathered by stares

from strangers trying to see into

your medical history and

the depths of what they think is a

depressing abyss of

broken diets and

thin wishes.

Don’t let them see the flowers that

bloom in the darkness.


Take your fingertips

and trace out the constellations

that lay within the folds of your belly.

Remind yourself that you shine brighter

than a ballerina that glitters across the galaxy

on silk-draped wings.


Purse your lips.

And smile as the sun

knights you each morning, and

bids thee goodnight upon its set.


You are more than a beauty

fluttering into the hearts of the world

for a second of a compliment on the lips.

You are a force.

Pushing boundaries like you already knew

you could.

ephemeralethreality  asked:

For the aesthetics Angel 💘:Glistening dew drop hanging from morning glory reaching towards the sun, the whispered secrets between best friends at the back of a library,gossamer butterfly wings gliding through gentle breeze, ethreal glow of summer snow in the fading light of the summer sky

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG

(send me things/concepts/aesthetics you associate with me)

a speck of ash viewing the streets

the windows roar
poetry hums like
the greatest sin,
the roads are ravaged
by the hair
spilling down,

finally
it’s all coming down.

a cigar shop’s sign
blinks out
of a meandering
existence,

feeding on sparse
grain and pluming
coils of fat smoke,

for a single moment
a fly comes by,
I think I see
a face reflected in
those gossamer wings,

but I am ash,
and I return to the
fields of grain coming up over the hills
coming up over the lakes
coming up over the dunes of dust

coming up through
your fingers and dropped as a noose
as you tap the
collected embers
away

Fae and scales and if only.

I sang my heart out to an empty room knowing Nothing could comprehend the words I shoved from my heart into reverberating air, because I didn’t understand them. They weren’t words from this world or this life and as I sang to the violin music that mournfully cried out the wails of my life and all of it’s complex fragile beauty, I sang of new beginnings.

New beginnings that didn’t hold pill bottles with hormones, and new beginnings that let my lover show her black gossamer wings, and the thorns that grew from under her skin, and let me kiss them. I sang of new beginnings where scales were a fact of life, not a cursed fantasy that I had borne in fever dreams on the edge of reality.

Oh if only, if only, if only these wings could fly. If only, if only, if only, the pattern of the sideways dance on keyboards could be the dance of our souls on the cobblestones of streets that time forgot. Oh if only, if only, if only, the fire in my heart could erupt.

Krakatoa, Chernobyl, Tunguska.

I am fury, and the beauty of annihilation given too much empathy and too much kindness, and just the right amount of love.

Oh if only, if only, if only, a dragon could be a dragon, without the fire of death in the shadow of it’s wings to give the title weight.

Forest Fairy AU

  • Iwaisumi made his home in the hollow of an old oak that overlooks the forest. From where he is, he can see the small hill that Oikawa lives in. 
  • Iwaizumi tore his wings to shreds in an accident while trying to save Oikawa from drowning during a flood, so when he needs to fly he travels on the backs of beetles he’s made friends with. 
  • Oikawa used to live in the clouds but after Iwaizumi lost his ability to fly, he moved down so he could be closer to him. 
  • Oikawa has gossamer butterfly wings that catch the light and refract colors every which way. Iwaizumi finds this both distracting and mesmerizing. 
  • Iwaizumi takes care of the animals in the forest, teaching them how to survive and how to get along with each other.
  • Oikawa is a fairy that takes care of the breeze. But when he gets temperamental, he causes the winds to pick up and cause small disasters. 
  • Oikawa likes collecting small trinkets that humans drop along the trails.
  • Iwaizumi can deadlift a pinecone. A feat that Oikawa finds very impressive. 
  • As fall turns to winter, Oikawa knocks off the dead leaves from tree branches. He finds it extremely boring, but does peak up when Iwaizumi keeps him company while he works. 
  • Iwaizumi gets along with most of the animals in the forest, while Oikawa is a bit wary of the bigger creatures that hang around Iwaizumi.

requested by @tinytoestobio​ 

*it was just one of those things

                              *just one of those crazy flings


                                                    *one of those bells that now and then rings
*just one of those things~ ♪

                                         *it was just one of those nights

                 *just one of those fabulous flights


                                             *a trip to the mo~ ooooo ~on on gossamer wings
*just one of those things~♪  

Someone’s in a good mood today, completely unaware of any watchers, wrapped up in his own little world.

college au where bones and jim meet at a halloween party at one of the frat houses off campus

within minutes of getting there, bones is already regretting his decision since he’s pretty anti-social on campus and knows virtually no one there; he decides to remedy this by getting astoundingly drunk and glowering at people from one of the corner chairs

cut to jim kirk, resident party boy, dressed like a fairy prince (complete with gossamer wings and glitter) and rocking it out on the dance floor. he has just experienced absinthe for the first time, is as high as a kite, and in love with everyone in the room 

i picture their first meeting to be something like this:  jim notices bones’ punk get up and compliments him on his costume; bones’ quirks an eyebrow and tells him off, saying “it’s not a costume, it’s how i dress”

“whatever you say, man” jim replies with a smirk

they get in an argument about what constitutes as a halloween costume and right in the middle of it, jim looks him dead in the eyes and asks him to dance

bones is so caught off guard by the kid’s nerve that he agrees, his whole face flushing with embarrassment as he follows him to the dance floor; thankfully the low lighting masks this effect, but it can’t hide the soft tremor in his hands as jim pulls him in for a slower song

while they dance, jim whispers compliments in bones’ ear, his fingers trailing down the wide expanse of his back and shoulders; bones tries to remain calm, but keeps losing himself in the sparkle of jim’s eyes and the sincerity of his smile

at the end of the night, they kiss outside jim’s dorm room door, each reluctant to let go, afraid that whatever magic they discovered during the night wouldn’t last until morning

a week later, bones spots jim across the quad and jogs up to him, flashing one of his patented half-smiles and asks, “so how’s my fairy prince doing?”

Several racks shrouded in soiled muslin
stood before an ancient prie-dieu
half-finished sketches on my drawing board
slashed through with dark, charcoal markings.

Back in the dark tunnel—
doubts had hold of me again;
he took my arm
and steered me through the dense shadows
clad in a green pegnoir
that flowed dramatically behind him
like the gossamer wings
of some delicately exotic butterfly,

kissing my face with hope.

Name analysis of Zero’s female antagonists + Spirit Camera

Some of the female antagonists of the Zero series have really meaningful names.

HIMURO KIRIE: 氷室霧絵
氷 - hi -ice
室 –muro- house/chamber

霧 -kiri - fog
絵 –e- picture, painting

It is mentioned in the Zero/Zero2 fanbook that her name is an allusion to the Greek-language hymn “Kyrie Eleison” (“Lord have mercy”) an important prayer of Christian liturgy: in Japanese it is written like this: キリエ

(sometime Fatal Frame’s Kirie’s name is also written as キリエ)

Kiri-e (切り絵/きりえ) is also the Japanese art of paper cutting,

KUROSAWA SAE: 黑澤 紗重
黑 - kuro -black
澤 – sawa- swamp

紗 - sa - gossamer
重 - e- piled/heavy

Her family name Kurosawa has been confirmed by the creators of the game to derive from the director Kurosawa Akira who filmed Hidden Fortress, Ran, Rashomon, Yojimbo, Seven Samurai, Kagemusha etc.

I assume that the gossamer part in her name is related to gossamer winged butterflies.  The 重 part of her first name also appears in the name of her twin sister Yae (八重).

YUKISHIRO/KUZE REIKA 雪代 /久世零華
雪 – yuki- snow
代 – shiro – generation/era/decade

久 - ku -long time
世 -ze/se- age/generation/society

零 – rei - zero
華 – ka – flower, petal

Her first name resonates with the title of the series Zero 零. It was also chosen due to the name similarities to Kurosawa Rei though Rei’s first name is written differently (怜 rei).

Now to the most meaningful name of all:

HAIBARA SAKUYA 灰原 朔夜
灰 -hai- ash
原 – bara – field/meadow

朔 – saku-new moon/first day of lunar month/conjunction
夜 - ya- night

Saku is also a homonym for the verb “to bloom” thus it is also related to the blooming (咲 saki) caused by the Getsuyuu syndrome.

The 夜 ya/night part of Sakuya’s name also appears in the name of her daughter Ayako 亞夜子.

It is also interesting to note that the name of Sakuya’s friend Asou Misaki 麻生海咲 also contains a connecting to blooming 咲. Sakuya and Misaki combined their names for the name of the doll Sakuya gave to Misaki: Miya (海夜) MI (海) from Misaki and YA (夜) from Sakuya.

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The New Moon part in her name was fascinating to me since I like how it fits the moon themed names of the game and her role.

THE WOMAN IN BLACK and MAYA (who are actually the same person but their names Maya are written differently)

Maya (woman in black)
魔 – ma – demon/devil
夜 – ya - night

Maya (girl in white)
眞 – ma – real, true, genuine
夜- ya -  night

the name of Zero V’s antagonist is under read more since the game is released in Europe soon:

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“I’d like to be a fairy princess — a little golden doll with gossamer wings, in a voile dress, adorned with bright, shiny things. I see that as something totally pure and beautiful. Everything that’s realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent. I’m very sensitive to ugly situations. I’m quick to read people, and I pick up if someone’s reacting to me as just a sexy blonde. At times like that, I freeze. I can be very alone at a party, on the set, or in general, if I’m not in harmony with things around me.” - Sharon Tate

  • air elemental: silvery sylph, flitting about on dream-like wings of gossamer and wonder
  • fire elemental: shimmering dragon, belching flames of blue and gold
  • water elemental: bewitching siren, singing tones of the eeriest undersea enchantments
  • earth elemental: a grubby gnome. thats it. a fucking dirty little man. with a beard.
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“I’d like to be a fairy princess–a little golden doll with gossamer wings, in a voile dress, adorned with bright, shiny things. I see that as something totally pure and beautiful. Everything that’s realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent. I’m very sensitive to ugly situations. I’m quick to read people, and I pick up if someone’s reacting to me as just a sexy blonde. At times like that, I freeze. I can be very alone at a party, on the set, or in general, if I’m not in harmony with things around me.”
–Sharon Tate

Photos by David McCabe, 1967