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girlgroupnetwork · 1 year

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9MUSES - TICKET for anon

#9muses #9 muses #goldeneraedit #femaleidolsedit #femadols #femadolsedit #ultkpopnetwork #nine muses #flashing tw #*gifs #requests #by moonbyulys

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melissalencioni · 2 months

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Three coins to Aphrodite and three to the nine muses of Greece. Inspire me to write.

#witchblr #paganism #aphrodite #9 muses

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moonstarinfinity · 2 years

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Asteroids - The Nine Muses

Hello everyone!

We are back today with an introductory post to our next series: The asteroids associated with the nine muses in Greek Mythology!

We wanted to give a little background on these by talking about their mythology overall, and make this a little landing page for these asteroids. Each of the muses is associated with a talent or gift of some sort, usually in the fine arts, and their asteroids are associated with the same gifts. Each muse is going to have a different post where we talk about the mythology behind the asteroid, as well as what it affects or indicates in someone's individual birth chart.

*Please do not copy, redistribute, or alter and claim our work as your own. We work really hard on our content, so please be considerate and credit us for the time, effort, knowledge, and love we put into our posts. All of our astrology posts are for entertainment purposes only (we aren't licensed in things like medicine or psychology so we legally have to put this here) and as such should be taken as they resonate, and not as legal, medical, or health advice. Not everything will fit with you exactly with astrology in every situation, so please be discerning about what feels right for you. 💜 *

Mythology:

The nine muses are the beautiful daughters of Zeus, the ruler of the gods, and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. The story is that Zeus found Mnemosyne very attractive, and disguised himself as a human shepherd in order to lure her into sleeping with him. They slept together for nine consecutive nights, and each night they conceived one of the muses. They were all born in Pieria at the foot of Mount Olympus. It is said that Mnemosyne gave the babies to Apollo and a nymph named Eufime. Apollo raised them on Mount Parnassus, Helicon, or Elikonas. (It's debated where they actually resided between these three places). He taught them to express their talents in the arts, as he himself was a god who loved fine arts and music. They grew up to perform for, and entertian, the gods residing on Mount Olympus. In doing so they also were the ones who encouraged inspiration and imagination for many artists and scientists.

In other myths: The Muses are sometimes referred to as water nymphs, and there are some accounts of them having been born from the four sacred springs on Mount Helicon that appeared when Pegasus stomped his foot on the ground there.

The muses are known as the inspirational goddesses of literature, sciences, and the arts (including art, music, dancing, etc.) The etymology of the word "muse" has a meaning of desire, wish, or inspiration, and this word is also where we get the modern day "museum" from. (Which honestly makes sense you know...because museums have art and science in them.) Muses are seen, even today, as inspiration for artistic creation. That's why we have the term "my muse." They are also inspiration for the creation of many instruments, languages, and different types of writing and poetry.

The Nine Muses

Each of the muses was known for specific talents or gifts. The following is a really quick breakdown of each, but it doesn't include everything they are known for. (That info will be in each muse's individual asteroid post!)

Calliope -

Muse of: Eloquence & Epic Poetry Asteroid: 22 (Kalliope) (<- click for more)

Clio -

Muse of: History Asteroid: 84 (Klio)

Melpomene -

Muse of: Tragedy Asteroid: 18 (Melpomene)

Thalia -

Muse of: Comedy Asteroid: 23 (Thalia)

Terpsichore -

Muse of: Dance Asteroid: 81 (Terpsichore)

Erato -

Muse of: Love & Lyric Poetry Asteroid: 62 (Erato)

Euterpe -

Muse of: Music Asteroid: 27 (Euterpe)

Polyhymnia -

Muse of: Sacred hymns & Poetry, Spirituality Asteroid: 33 (Polyhymnia)

Urania -

Muse of: Astronomy Asteroid: 30 (Urania)

We hope you enjoy the muses and their asteroids, and find them as entertaining as we do! (Puns are all I have, these are the jokes.) We will be updating with links as their personal posts go up. Let us know which muses you find inspiring and relate to, or what you think about your astrology in relation to them!

#Greek mythology #nine muses #muses #asteroids #mythology #astrology #astrologer #asteroid astrology #tropical astrology #western astrology #9 muses

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starlightvex · 8 months

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#9 muses #destiny 2 art #destiny 2 #art #destiny #destiny 2 the game #daughters of savathûn #savathûn

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mosaic-muse · 2 years

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I was searching about the nine muses (greek mythology) on tumblr and i found more posts about 9muses the kpop group and like???? they’re endearing but i wanna see greek mythology posts pls

#9 muses #the 9 muses #the nine muses #nine muses #greek mythology #mosaic muse

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acalculatedfuture · 2 years

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Aaron 🤝 Twins 🤝 Mindy Get along great with their parents

Barry 🤝 Haruka Get along reasonably well with their parents despite their differences

Touya 🤝 Calem Holy fucking shit

Meanwhile Anabel’s like who

#dash commentary #i could go into more detail but also like #9 muses #and i'm busy as fuck

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soo-yonce · 8 months

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so 9muses just forgot they supposed to be having a comeback this month or...???

#if i don't see teasers by 8/31 11:59PM idk what i'm gonna do #this year has been tew much to not have this comeback actually happen #9 muses

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lonsdaleiteee · 1 year

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#nine muses #9 muses #polls #I HAVE POLLS NOW #li makes polls

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tommykinard6 · 7 days

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Should I be eating and resting? Yes. Am I? No, so come join me for a dissertation on Tommy Kinard being lonely.

Edit to add a note since I saw a reblog about it: Tommy has no canonical age right now and Lou is 39, 40 later this year, so that is my basis for saying he’s 39.

Now when I say lonely, I don’t mean that he has no one whatsoever. I can picture him going for drinks with his team or having some Muay Thai buddies that he could call up if he really was inclined. Maybe an old army buddy or two.

But there’s something about Tommy that’s just achingly lonely, both when he was at the 118 and now at Harbor.

Tommy had a broken home, or some other kind of unstable childhood. Maybe his parents split, maybe he was mistreated, maybe he was in the system or was passed around family members. Maybe he was isolated as a child because he was a little overweight (I think Lou said something along those lines) and was bullied. I think Tommy didn’t really have any friends until high school, when puberty hit and maybe he started working out and probably joined the football team. I don’t know if anyone remembers what teenage boys are like, but I can imagine they were the same as they are today back in the 90s/early 00’s. Because around this time, Tommy might’ve started to realize that something was very different about him.

Now this isn’t a meta about how I think Tommy dealt with his sexuality (maybe I’ll do one of those later) but I think he never would’ve risked his football friends knowing even if he himself could acknowledge it, which I doubt. So he messed around, got in trouble with these guys, hung out with the bros, and pretended to be interested in girl talk.

Of course, eventually, his buddies all got girlfriends and he was always the odd one out again.

He didn’t do college. The army was his next step. And I feel like this might have been the first time in his life he wasn’t lonely. He’d learned to blend in by this point and he worked with some great people. But as he started making real friends for the first time, he also started losing them as the war tore them away.

Tommy left the army and joined the fire department. There was an aching hole where the camaraderie of the army had filled previously and with no education beyond a high school diploma, Tommy thought the fire department would replicate that. Not the police though. He’d had enough of guns.

(And ohhhh now so many ideas on his thoughts during the sniper)

But he ended up at the 118 and quickly realized that his team had maybe more of a DADT stance than the army. He realized that he had to put on an elaborate act to fool his fellow firefighters, who had more time on their hands and more prejudice they were willing to wield to pick apart his life. Tommy, who maybe had only just started to acknowledge he felt differently about guys with less panic than before, had no choice but to backslide. He acted and acted and crafted a person he wasn’t until the day that maybe he was. Sal was his closest buddy at the 118 and Tommy had no doubt that Sal would be one of the first to make his life hell. Gerrard seemed to look at Tommy as some sort of mentee. Boxed in by two notorious bigots, Tommy had never felt more claustrophobically alone.

Chim was the first one to reach out a hand of friendship, or at least the first one that didn’t come with caution tape, but he was also an “other” and Tommy, who was confused and afraid and had just had his captain call his bluff on his fake girlfriend, lashed out. Then he allowed Chim in and Chim wasn’t interested in being besties but he was a great drinking buddy and movie buddy and Tommy felt safest around him.

Then Hen came and Tommy watched her get the same treatment he was afraid of. Not that he had to worry about the racism, and he was aware of the privilege, but Hen didn’t exactly hide herself and he watched them bully his lesbian coworker. He let himself get pulled into it all and hated himself for it, but was too cowardly to break away from it. He wasn’t sure why Hen had forgiven him, but she became the only other person on shift he felt even a little safe around other than Howie. But then Chimney and Hen became best friends and Tommy fell to the wayside. They still included him, sure, but they were always a pair and there was something there that Tommy didn’t know but longed for. A closeness he’d never felt.

A best friend. A juvenile idea to him, but one he’d never truly had.

Then Gerrard was gone and Sal got transferred and the 118 moved forward under Captain Nash, but Tommy felt left behind, even in what was the most united A shift team yet. Because he was over 30 and was starting to be unable to ignore everything that he’d had to hide under Gerrard, as he no longer had a distraction from it.

He’d been a pilot in the army, so he transferred to Harbor. And Harbor was great. He wasn’t best buds with anyone (he was starting to think that was never in the cards for him) but his team didn’t carry the same baggage that the 118 had.

So Tommy started to come to terms with himself. He started to date for the first time and came out to his team. And he had several boyfriends, but most couldn’t handle the job or his baggage or the desperate need he had to be wanted. His most long term partner cheated and the one he fell hardest for couldn’t deal when Tommy was injured on the job. Even within his own relationships, he felt like he was destined to stand alone.

Tommy was 39 years old and alone, as always, when Chimney walked back into his life, dragging an adorable and also extremely hot blonde and a stoic brunette that radiated ex military in a way only ex military could know. And then Hen was there and they were trying to rescue their captain and his wife and they clearly loved each other fiercely and like family.

And as Tommy listened, flying through the remnants of a cat 5 hurricane, he thought to himself that he should’ve never left. Simply just never found himself if only that meant being part of the family the 118 was now. However, he knew deep down that he still would’ve been alone and on the outside.

And they rescued the survivors and Tommy thought that was it but then Eddie wanted to hang out. And they liked the same things and had similar experiences and Tommy couldn’t help the hope. Because the loneliness had grown stifling and now he could breathe a little. And then Evan, the cute blonde, wanted a tour of the hanger and he thought that maybe he was being hit on.

And then at the end of it all, Tommy was left realizing that he’d wedged himself between two best friends and that was what happened when he allowed himself to hope. So he went to Evan to apologize. He would get Evan and Eddie to talk to each other and then would fade into the background.

But then Evan was sweet and apologetic and told him that he was part of the 118 family simply by helping them. Tommy couldn’t help it. Here he was, at 39, with a little boy still waiting inside of him to be soothed. And Evan was hot and sweet and Tommy couldn’t help himself.

And he really liked Evan. Evan was adorable. But their first date didn’t go as planned and Tommy knew he was already whipped. So he removed himself before someone could get hurt. Evan deserved better and so did he, even if the loneliness was stifling again.

But then Evan texted him and looked at him with sparkling blue eyes over too sweet coffee and wanted him. Him. He wanted Tommy and to have something with Tommy and he wanted him to come to his sister’s wedding with him.

And Tommy looked at him and saw someone who could finally fill the ache he’d felt his whole life. He saw a man who he knew he wanted to take a chance with. All he had to do was jump.

And he did.

And it wasn’t solved, not immediately and never fully. Too many wounds were left gaping for too long to ever heal. But for the first time in his life, at 39, with the 118 surrounding him and Buck as the sunshine at his side, Tommy finally felt at peace.

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crybaby-bkg · 5 months

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cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism

as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.

Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.

it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.

“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.

“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”

his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.

and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.

the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.

the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.

“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.

“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.

he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.

“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.

“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.

“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.

“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.

you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.

is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?

“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”

you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?

#this got. so long. sowwy #but I thought about this ummmm Sunday night #but I was DRAINED from writing 7k words of scorned past midnight and then having to edit it skdjfkf #so I was like. okay. put this idea in the drafts. NOW ms dory memory #anddddd I love this so very much #would’ve loved to turn this into a full fic #but it’s so exhausting trying to write long fics recently bc of this multichap #I’m just not used to it and I can’t do two things at the same time #and I already have like 9 fics on my list to write!!!! lol #but there is something so alluring about film major bkg 2 me #I think hes awkward and comes off as mean but he really is just that serious about his work #but he’s #also a creep for you LOL #definitely think he agrees to become ur muse for art as like a trade off #and you get that boy into SO many humiliating positions 😵‍💫#I need. to lie down. anyway.#I wrote this at 1am and was scared to post it then cause I didn’t think anyone would see it #so here it is in the morning :)#bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫

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girlgroupnetwork · 9 months

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comparison of a specific moment in 9muses No Playboy and Dolls MVs for anon

#9 muses #femadolsedits #beautyidoledit #goldeneraedit #goldeneragirls #dazzlingidolsedit #nuguidolsedit #nugudomedit #request #gifs*#by visualqueens

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melissalencioni · 1 month

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Five cents to the nine muses!

#witchblr #magick #paganism #9 muses

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chipper-smol · 5 months

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Capitalism shure will make you feel guilty about wanting to work on a later schedule than 8 to 5

#I want to work 12 to 9 or something like that #I never took a class in college earlier than 10 #and I didn’t mind classes that lasted until 8pm #besides walking back to my dorms in New England winter weather #but that’s the climate not school #idk #i’ve been treading on this thought for a while and finally got to verbalize it to someone #which made me realize #yeah #I would rather work late than torture myself by getting up early #G muses

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evergreen-anodyne-decompounding · 3 months

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when you're both laughing and you catch a glimpse of the person you fell in love with and suddenly the whole world goes quiet for a second

#it reminds me i still love you #and it makes me sick #it feels like May but it's February and I'm back at square 1 #god let me be the one on the other end for once #let me be the 9 to 5 #let me be the muse #let me be the waiting room #let me be something outside the end #on love #words words words #words

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walkingstackofbooks · 1 month

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Thinking about how Julian is so antsy in Distant Voices about his upcoming 30th birthday, and how he says he found out about his augmentations when he was 15.

How likely is it that he's hyperaware that half of his life has been spent living a lie, and that after his 30th birthday, he'll have spent more time knowing than not.

How far away did 30 seem to him when he was 15? How much did he assume he'd be found out before he ever got to that age?

How much longer does he think he's going to have left *after* turning 30? Being overly concerned about middle age is a somewhat humorous, if relatable, concept - but what happens when you know that your life could be over with one mistake that you're constantly on the edge of making?

How many close calls had there been in the last 15 years? How many more close calls will there be before he gets to 45? Which one will see him kicked out of Starfleet, out of medicine, into an institution? When will that be?

"Aging is part of the natural process of life", but he's not natural.

"When you hit thirty, it becomes harder and harder to ignore the passage of time": the passage of time, bringing him closer and closer to his inevitable discovery.

"In many human cultures, the thirtieth birthday is considered a sort of landmark. It marks the end of youth and the beginning of the slow march into middle age." Will Julian still be living in another 15 years time, or will he simply be existing, locked up somewhere, hidden away from society? Will he get to enjoy middle age, or will his youth be the only time he got to have?

Turning thirty means that for exactly half a lifetime, he's had to shoulder the weight of his secret. So yes, having to think about his thirtieth birthday does bring up a whole host of feelings that he can't quite manage to hide.

#Julian Bashir #genetically enhanced Julian Bashir #distant voices #ds9 meta #my trek musings #This thought has been sitting in my drafts unable to be expressed for like 9 months? 😅#WSB

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thewolveswolf · 3 months

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yells into the void!!!!!

chapter 9 AND chapter 14 of london libraries & love are finished.

i’ll be starting chapter 10 tomorrow, which is the talent show (and also the one where crowley all but straddles aziraphale to help him draw on his magician’s moustache) 😇

#chap 9 will be posted monday 29th #also when u see chap 14 i think u’ll understand why it’s one of my faves #i feel i have actual muse again it’s amazing #lll #london libraries & love #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #fic

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