* SWEET FOOL !

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                                                             THE    SEA    WANTS    TO    TAKE    ME    ,                                                                      AND    I’M    WILLING    TO    DROWN    .

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                                                             THE    SEA    WANTS    TO    TAKE    ME    ,                                                                      AND    I’M    WILLING    TO    DROWN    .

[seraphites]

4, 21, 25 for the country meme !

let  me  talk  about  ireland  !     /      accepting  always  .

four  .    favourite  dish  specific  for  your  country?

ooooh  that  would  either  be  irish  stew  or  bacon  and  cabbage  !    the  american  corned  beef  and  cabbage  was  the  irish  immigrants’  equivalent  back  in  the  1800s  so  people  can  probably  get  an  idea  for  what  bacon  and  cabbage  is  like  but  our  stew    …    look  ok  you  can’t  replicate  our  stew  you  just  can’t

twenty  one  .    if  you  could  send  two  things  from  your  country  into  space,  what  would  they  be  ?

simple  ,    dustin  the  turkey  and  every  dubliner  who  calls  anyone  who’s  not  from  dublin  a  culchie

twenty  five  .    would  you  like  to  come  from  another  place  ,    be  born  in  another  country  ?

much  as  i  complain  ,    i  really  wouldn’t  ?    we  have  our  problems  like  every  other  country  but  i  love  this  shitty  little  island  .    we’re  trying  our  best  ok  and  we’re  really  beginning  to  come  into  our  own  socially  and  politically  and  idk  i’m  like  a  proud  mom  ok

[seraphites]

6, 11, 30

let  me  talk  about  ireland  !      /      accepting  always  .

six  .    most  hated  song  in  your  native  language  ?

look  ok  i  am  an  avid  fan  of  irish  music  and  i  love  the  vast  majority  of  irish  songs  ,    but  peigín leitir móir  has  a  special  place  in  hell  for  me  .    mostly  because  when  we  were  taught  the  tin  whistle  in  school  ,    it  was  the  song  we  were  supposed  to  aim  to  play  ,    and  i  just    …    hate  it  .    so  much  .

eleven  .    most  enjoyable  swear  word  in  your  native  language  ?

english  is  the  dominant  language  in  ireland  ~  for  some  strange  reason  ~  so  the  curse  words  we’d  mostly  use  are  similar  to  the  common  english  curse  words  .    feck  is  sometimes  used  in  place  of  fuck  ,    bc  it’s  not  as  harsh  as  fuck  ,    and  eejit  and  gobshite  are  common  words  for  an  idiot  !    if  we’re  talking  swear  words  in  irish  ,    though  ,    i  personally  love  féin  truailleathóir        ––––        it  literally  means  self  polluter  ,    which  is  a  wanker  so  !

thirty  .    do  you  have  people  of  different  nationalities  in  your  family  ?

not  really  ?    my  dad’s  family  are  from  northern  ireland  ,    which  can  be  a  uhhhh  very  contentious  issue  in  itself  ,    and  all  bar  my  sister - in - law  are  staunch  republicans  so    …    i’m  gonna  have  to  say  no  lmao  to  the  best  of  my  knowledge  we're  all  pretty  irish

[slavicafire]

“hi, I’m not from the US” ask set

given how Americanized this site is, it’s important to celebrate all our countries and nationalities - with all their quirks and vices and ridiculousness, and all that might seem strange to outsiders.

1. favourite place in your country?

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad?

3. does your country have access to sea?

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

5. favourite song in your native language?

6. most hated song in your native language?

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best?

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

11. favourite native writer/poet?

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

17. are you interested in your country’s history?

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem?

20. which sport is The Sport in your country?

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed?

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country?

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

27. favourite national celebrity?

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites?

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family?

[seraphites]

nicholas  devereaux  .

There’s a nod as he lets out a laugh of his own. It certainly does answer his question. But now more arise in its place. Little questions of when the last time she waltzed was, and how often she attends celebrations such as these, but more importantly, a question that’s been on his mind from the moment her performance ended. For what may be the hundredth time this evening, he bows, but it doesn’t hold the same quiet exasperation that often plagues the gesture. No, this time he’s excited, eagerness hidden in the curl of his smile.

     “Then,” he holds out his hand, an offer, “may I have this dance?”

she  greatly  enjoys  people  ,    truly  she  does  ,    but  to  say  meg  was  a  little  out  of  her  element  at  the  moment  would  be  an  understatement  .    she  was  by  no  means  a  society  girl  ,    so  any  kind  of  divertissement  would  be  most  appreciated  on  her  behalf        ––––        and  though  it’s  a  question  she  probably  ought  to  have  seen  coming  ,    surprise  greets  her  nonetheless  ,    causing  her  smile  to  widen  even  further  .                ❝    oh  ,    gladly  !    i  just  hope  my  waltzing  lives  up  to  any  expectations  you  may  have  for  me  .    ❞                she  gives  a  neat  little  curtsy  before  accepting  the  hand  offered  to  her  ,    enthusiasm  alight  .

[seraphites]

nicholas  devereaux  .

     “You’re a remarkable dancer.” Performance long over, dozens of ladies and lords now glide across the ballroom floor she once occupied, nothing quite as graceful as her display hours earlier. Before tonight he would’ve claimed he didn’t care for ballet, perhaps even mentioned he’s never watched a show of his own volition, but that’s changed. He’s left with nothing but an appreciation for the art, a sudden understanding — he understands why Her Majesty invited the performers, why she insisted on having them present at the coronation ceremony.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

     “Tell me, are you as skilled at the waltz as you are at ballet?”

@seraphites / liked.

it  never  fails  to  amaze  her  how  touched  she  is  with  every  compliment  ,    every  acclamation  .    it  all  serves  a  wonderful  purpose  in  meg’s  eyes  ,    for  it  assures  her  that  she  hasn’t  yet  lost  her  talent  .    and  what  an  honour  it  is  ,    being  invited  to  perform  at  a  coronation  as    distinguished    as  this  !    she  may  find  herself  in  the  somewhat  regular  company  of  french  nobility  after  performances  back  home  ,    but  they  positively  pale  in  comparison  to  the  royals  of  genovia  :    though  such  a  detail  would  never  be  spoken  aloud  .

❝        ––––        there  is  only  one  way  to  know  ,    non  ?    ❞                dimples  bloom  as  she  laughs  ,    fingers  moving  to  lace  together  before  her  as  she  raises  her  gaze  to  meet  his  .                ❝    perhaps  not  as  skilled  as  i  am  in  ballet  ,    but  i  certainly  know  of  the  waltz  ,    if  that  answers  your  question  .    ❞

[mjalti]

listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it

[seraphites]

LEAVE  THE  PAST  WHERE  IT  BELONGS  .

the tension in the room only grew as time ticked away— painfully and slowly. her own discomfort became more and more noticeable to the eye, for her weight shifted from one foot to the other every so often and she chewed at her bottom lip. with the younger, blonde woman only spewing out a question or two at a time, it was seemingly difficult for her to assume what she was trying to convey. but slowly and slowly, things were coming together and she would become aware of what it was that meg was pointing at.

‘ the summer of… ‘ the repetition of words is mumbled to herself and she can’t help but narrow her eyes while she looked the other’s way. old memories that had been cast aside started to surface and an anxious feeling found its way into the pit of her chest. ‘ i was, yes. it was an unexpected trip though, very short. ‘

❝    I  SEE  .    ❞                that  almost  stuns  her  into  silence  ,    and  she  mulls  over  everything  in  her  head  for  the  thousandth  time  that  day  .    nothing  has  been  admitted  yet  ,    yet  the  change  in  lily’s  demeanour  indicates  that  she’s  at  least  beginning  to  catch  onto  what  meg  is  trying  to  lead  up  to  :    trying  being  the  operative  word  .    

for  a  woman  who  has  almost  always  known  what  to  say  ,    and  who’s  never  shied  away  from  conflict  or  controversy  ,    meg  is  at  odds  with  herself  .    not  wanting  to  come  right  out  with  any  accusations  or  acknowledgements  due  to  her  own  reluctance  in  believing  it  ,    she’s  skirting  around  the  issue  at  hand  ,    which  doesn’t  seem  to  be  getting  her  anywhere  .                ❝    might  i  ask  what  the  ,    the  purpose  of  this  trip  was  ?    ❞

[kameliendame]

Analogia (click on image for high res)

ph. Pierre-Elie de Pibrac

[seraphites]

AVOIR  ELLE  EST  AVOIR  LES  ÉTOILÉS  .

     LISE HAS NEVER REALLY FIT IN  with the other dancers. most of her training had come before the war began, but afterwards, that was no longer the case. lise wasn’t allowed to attend classes, even if under the watchful eye of madame baurel or henri. she resided to teaching herself, trying to remember all that her mother had taught her. but it is difficult, now, to try and integrate back into a company that is so tight knit. she’s grateful for meg’s kindness towards her.  ❝  oh, i am sure that they do. how could they not?  ❞  her smile brightens a bit.  ❝  you make it all seem so effortless.  ❞

❝    THAT’S  WHAT  WE  ALL  DO  FOR  A  LIVING  ,    THOUGH  ,    ISN’T  IT  ?    ❞                warmth  permeates  her  features  ,    seeping  into  every  nook  and  cranny  .    she  was  fortunate  enough  to  be  able  to  continue  her  training  throughout  the  war  ,    quite  successfully  for  the  most  part  .    but  she  is  now  painfully  aware  that  not  everybody  else  was  as  fortunate  as  she  was  .               ❝    i  don’t  think  as  many  people  would  enjoy  coming  to  watch  us  if  we  acted  the  way  we  felt        ––––        god  knows  how  much  i’d  have  loved  to  just  fall  on  the  floor  after  that  variation  !    ❞

[nitratediva]

Una Merkel (inventing FML) in True Confession (1937).

[seraphites]

LA  DOLCE  VITA  .

°♔ ║   ——   CRINGE EXPRESSION STAINED ON HER FACE :  she looks at the dancer & the strange board in her hands . (  what is this ? why is my name on there ? tutti qui sono strani . )  curiosity playing her . she’s intrigued & yet at the same time NERVOUS . 

——    ❝   giry what is the meaning of this ?    ❞

                                                @seraphites·

NOTHING  BUT  PURE  MISCHIEF  IS  PRINTED  ON  EVERY  INCH  OF  HER  FEATURES  .                she’s  had  this  board  in  the  works  for  at  least  a  month  now  ,    putting  away  a  few  centimes  of  her  pocket  money  every  week  so  that  she  could  purchase  the  materials  to  make  it  .    the  end  product  was  something  she  was  proud  of        ––––        though  the  italian  soprano  certainly  didn’t  seem  so  enamoured  with  it  .                ❝    you  see  ,    madame  ,    i  thought  it  might    ...    incentivise  you  to  improve  your  behaviour  !    every  time  you  do  something  nice  for  someone  here  at  the  opera  house  ,    such  as  being  so  kind  to  me  on  my  birthday  ,    i  will  place  one  gold  star  next  to  your  name  .    ❞                she  gestures  towards  the  bag  of  felt  shapes  hanging  at  the  side  of  the  board  ,    vaguely  star - like  .    meg  though  it  was  a  very  intelligent  idea  indeed  !

[seraphites]

LEAVE  THE  PAST  WHERE  IT  BELONGS  .

blue eyes remain on the younger woman and the worried expression upon her own face never left. in fact, only did it grow. some relief is brought to her when meg doesn’t shy away, though it isn’t much. the countess had unknowingly and knowingly caused hurt to others throughout life, that was something that couldn’t be denied even if she tried to, but try as she may she couldn’t think of a single thing she might’ve done or said to bring harm to the other.

thin brows become arched and her arms fell down to her sides. the uneasiness shared between the two of them is enough to make the woman who carried herself with plentiful confidence feel off. ‘ i visited a lot of places often back then, but yes… you could say that i did. ‘ 

HER  HEART  HAMMERS  AWAY  INSIDE  HER  CHEST  ,    LIKE  A  HUMMINGBIRD  .                the  longer  she  stands  there  ,    her  feet  seemingly  embedded  in  the  marble  floor  ,    the  more  she  is  filled  with  regret  .    perhaps  there’s  still  time  for  her  to  turn  back  ,    to  feign  illness  and  blame  her  strange  behaviour  with  the  countess  on  that        ––––        yet  she  knows  deep  down  that  she  won’t  rest  until  this  has  been  dealt  with  ,    until  she  has  a  clear  answer  to  all  of  the  questions  that  linger  in  her  head  .

❝    i  don’t  suppose  you  can  remember  if  you  were    …    if  you  were  here  in  the  summer  of  1902  ?    around  the  ,    the  start  of  june  .    ❞                meg  herself  is  uncertain  of  just  where  she’s  going  with  this  line  of  questioning  ,    but  the  concept  is  a  difficult  one  to  grasp  ,    and  she’s  just  trying  to  get  her  head  around  it  .

[aurelie-dupont]

Evgenia Obraztsova in Sleeping Beauty act III

[aurelie-dupont]

Just look at how articulate her feet are, the position of her head, neck, shoulder and on top of it her port de bras is very beautiful. It’s very understated but part of the technique (that often overlooked) nonetheless.

[seraphites]

shoves her into the black lake so she can find out about the squid having feelings or not (happy birthday meg :*)

❝    THEA  QUEEN  ,    DON’T  YOU  DARE  !    ❞                any  attempt  to  persuade  her  roommate  to  show  mercy  fails  miserably  ,    and  arms  soon  flail  rather  ungracefully  about  as  meg  tumbles  backwards  .    an  involuntary  gasp  as  lithe  figure  connects  with  freezing  water  ,  limbs  thrashing  about  as  her  system  almost  reboots  itself  in  the  unfamiliar  environment  .    she’s  laughing  through  chattering  teeth  when  she  comes  up  to  the  surface  ,    though  ,    taking  on  the  appearance  of  a  drowned  rat  .                ❝    oh  ,    i’m  gonna  get  you  back  for  that  !   ❞

[seraphites]

Meg. I heard it was your birthday. Now don’t thinking this makes us friends and all. But I was never one to not give presents. So here I bought you some roses and ballet shoes. buon compleanno

IT’S  UNEXPECTED  ,    TO  SAY  THE  LEAST  .                she  wouldn’t  go  so  far  as  to  say  they  were  friends  ,    though  meg  supposes  she  is  the  rat  who  manages  to  get  away  with  the  most  when  it  comes  to  the  diva  and  her    …    fickle  temperament  .    any  apprehension  the  blonde  initially  had  however  quickly  vanishes  ,    not  wanting  to  appear  ungrateful  .    a  cheerful  smile  is  worn  as  she  takes  the  gifts  handed  to  her  ,    sinking  into  a  somewhat  flimsy  curtsey  when  a  hug  seems  out  of  the  question  .                ❝    grazie  ,    signora  !    you  didn’t  have  to  ,    really  .    ❞