ivory seas

Grounding & Happiness Crystal Grid 

 Simplistic crystal grid I created for grounding and inner happiness. 

Stones Used: Tiger Eye, Garnet, Tiger Iron, Sardonyx, Ivory Stone, Red Jasper, Sea Jasper, Sunstone, Calcite, Citrine, Sunstone, Sunstone & Clear Quartz.

Formal court wear for Peter I 1720-1730 while he was in Berlin. In the collection of the Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg, which has this to say about it.

Peter’s formal wear, Berlin, 1720-30, Kaftan: cloth, baiberek (silk brocade), gilded thread, wood. L 116; justacorps: linen, taffeta, gilded thread, wood. L 96; trousers: cloth, satin, baiberek, gilded thread, wood. L 76 cm. © State Hermitage Museum, St Petersburg


4 films by women make the shortlist for Best Documentary at the Academy Awards

15 films in all made up the shortlist. Out of these 15, 5 will be announced as nominees January 24, 2017.

Films directed by women bolded:

Command and Control
The Eagle Huntress
Fire at Sea
Hooligan Sparrow
I Am Not Your Negro
The Ivory Game
Life, Animated
O.J.: Made in America
The Witness
Zero Days

Locker 1075

 Lydia had felt that touch on her cheeks, stroking her face gently, sliding on her hair with such fondness she starts doubting it had actually happened all in her head only. And that voice… she had heard a voice calling her name. It was so desperate and broken, holding so much hope and sadness at the same time as if it was trying to bring her back to it.
From what, she isn’t sure yet.

“Lydia. Lydia!” Her mother calls her louder this time, “God, honey is everything alright?”

She shakes her head in confusion and focus back on the woman, “I– mom, did someone come over while i was asleep?”

“No, honey of course not.” Then she analyzes Lydia’s expression once more and repeats, “Are you okay?”

Lydia shuts her eyes before answering, the feeling of heat still on her face. When she opens them back to look at her mom she finds her staring quizzically, “Yeah. Yeah i’m fine, i just had a weird dream.”

“A nightmare?”

“No,” Lydia replies immediately, finding herself smiling at the memory of it, “Not really, it was just… strange.”

Rating: G - 2k words - Genre: romance, hurt, angst 

Read also on: AO3

A/N: I had written this drabble a while ago and i was planning to keep it for me but now i feel emotional enough to post it and start another hiatus in the best way possible.This is not a missing scene because i wouldn’t know where to specifically collocate this but i definitely think Lydia could’ve felt this way at the very beginning of Stiles’ absence.

Enjoy this desperate attempt of mine to wreck your hearts and please let me know your thoughts about the story!!

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down streets worn smooth as polished bone
the raindrops run the night away
the wiper’s measured neon beats

the money hands and the shadows faces
voices sighing in the radio
the compass finds me these dark places

iron voices rusting in the radio
down narrow clapboard midnight streets
worn smooth as polished ivory

the black sea licking
the lights of the harbor
and all through the night

tongue-tied messengers of god and baal
passing behind me in the dark mirror


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handmade pottery finds by karaleighford

karaleighford’s minimalist style is a go-to for this pottery lover … i’m all about her gorgeously glazed mugs and other rad ceramic items, like juicers and spoons and more.


New band alert!! Ivory Seas - Boundary

I used to think
that I could tame
Calypso, toes like
a ragged goddess in the
surf, and the whole ocean

My tongue has turned
to saltwater.

The ancients etch their
bibles onto my
thighs; each word
is Olympus, my
freckles, constellations
hung in their names.

Her hands find
ivory sea foam hips, and I
try to remember her
night sky fingers around my
waist and I wonder when
the goddess found me
as an anchor and held
as midnight opened and rocked
around us.