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FACTORY ATHLETIC CLUB n2 - Saber Dridi photographed by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine
#beauty#greco roman#nose#statue#saber dridi#baldovino barani#factory fanzine#factory athletic club#sports#muscle#vintage#bw
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Art: Greco-Roman Statues
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
#victor hugo#greco roman#greece#Ancient Greece#Rome#Roman#ancient roman#ancient rome#ancient greek#Greco roman art#Statues#ancient art#marble statue#marble sculpture#art aesthetic#art moodboard#history aesthetic#History moodboard#Art#roman statue#greek statue#Roman marbles#grecian#Grecian marbles#moodboard#aesthetic#History
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There is no heterosexual explanation for anything in this chapter
#not a reblog for once#hetalia#between this and Spain being strapped down to a table this chapter is…weird to say the least#mfs looking like Greco-Roman statues 🙄
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against computer generated art unless it’s the dta limited series where we get a deepfake young misha collins x gaius gracchus tender face touch moment
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saw this sparkly guy at the art museum today!!
#look at him! he’s so glittery!#apparently he’s greco-roman and from the first century#they did a great job preserving him#the title and artist are unknown so he’s listed as just ‘torso’ (which i guess makes sense lol)#and i started thinking about how sad it is that we don’t know the artist#and that got me thinking about how we don’t know anything about the model either#and *that* made me wonder what might happen if the model were to travel forward in time and look at the statue today#i wonder what it would feel like to see your image preserved in marble#badly broken and unrecognizable#but still revered and treasured as art thousands of years later#to know that nobody remembers you but that somebody still cares enough about you to treat what remains of your marble body with gentleness#and to install you in a museum as a work of art for people to enjoy#i think i’m going to call him jupiter#my words#personal
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Metamorphosis I
Metamorphosis II
Metamorphosis III
A beautiful word, metamorphosis
a painful word, for change stings
like winter wind's bitter kiss.
Pain gives way to beauty, wings grow
while falling in the endless abyss.
Patience, not knowing if
I'm actually changing at all,
mourning the loss of
a bygone life I called mine.
But then I see, through bloody tears,
the image of who I am becoming
all the long and painful years...
Worth it, for this power I can hold
pushing through chocking fears.
#me#artistic nude#photography#black and white#holyshit I'm so fucking beautiful#also I've already got more muscles#and I look like a Greco-roman statue more every day
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Dionysus - variant of the Apollo Lyceus statue type, late 2nd century CE based on an original from the 4th century BCE
Photos by Charles Reeza at the Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Napoli
#marble statue#male nude#rear views provided for scientific purposes#Roman#Greco-Roman mythology#god of wine and ecstasy#Naples#Italy
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i know it's trendy rn but planters and candles shaped like tits and ass are literally so repulsive to me. not in a prudish way i just think they are utterly devoid of aesthetic value
#blah blah blah#it just feels like neoclassicism lite#greco-roman statues were not INTENDED to look like that. they exist as a fragments#but by engaging with fragments in such a surface-level way there's no commentary being made#just aesthetic reproduction & as we know over-production diminishes the original statement if there even was one#and it feels almost crass to think that in these truncated torsos too we should be aiming for broad representation of diverse bodies#when they are literally so detached from humanity and meaning#it's like making up a problem to solve#torso-shaped candles should include fat people too!!!#or how abt we just treated real fat people with dignity and respect#recognising that the torso candle is not a signifier of anything other than the commodification of bodies really#and well the vacuity of the endless millennial pink monstera terrazzo aesthetic
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- Karazgar -
the Weeping Warrior
‘The Nazgûl may have been Sauron's most powerful servants. They were snared by the Dark Lord, and made to serve him. We Gúrzyul... we were different.
We flocked to him. We sought to worship him. We chose, and in return we were chosen. We were given what the Númenóreans desired but could not attain. Endless, unceasing time. Or so we thought. Why should our fortunes wane with Sauron's?’
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#lotro#lotro edits#karazgar#gurzyul#i'm thinking of a gurzyul moodboard series#get ready for more greco-roman statues with subtle hints
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FACTORY ATHLETIC CLUB n2 - Saber Dridi photographed by Baldovino Barani x FACTORY Fanzine
#rufskin#strongman#saber dridi#baldovino barani#factory fanzine#factory athletic club#vintage#sports#muscle#beauty#fanzine#bod#greco roman#statue
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“Scarlet Fury,” Scarlet Spider (Vol. 2/2012), #3.
Writer: Christopher Yost; Penciler : Ryan Stegman; Inkers: Michael Babinsky and Wade von Grawbadger; Colorists: Marte Garcia and Andres Mossa; Letterer: Joe Caramagna
#Marvel#Marvel comics#Marvel 616#Scarlet Spider vol. 2#Scarlet Spider 2012#Scarlet Spider#Kaine#Kaine Parker#Hummingbird#Aracely Penalba#Annabelle Adams#Donald Meland#Bet Kaine’s really missing that spider sense right about now#this whole page is so funny to me#the mass murdering assassin getting clocking by a teenager with a vodka bottle#that last panel which looks like it could have been modeled after a greco-roman statue or some chaotic baroque painting#what a collection of individuals hahaha
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in blair’s defense, i too did not notice that dan had a split lip even though dan’s my favorite character and i look at 5x02 gifs all the time 💀 maybe she was too mesmerized by his cheekbones to notice lol
extremely valid.
cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass
#that's not a man that's a greco roman statue#asks#anon#blair like all of us was just distracted by his pretty pretty face
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never forget that when will ospreay rocked up on dynamite (8 june), my initial reaction was "who's this 48 bc looking motherfucker"
#aew#all elite wrestling#aew dynamite#dynamite#will ospreay#wrestling#his curls look like those old ass greco-roman statues tell me im wrong
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cw: arranged marriage, fluff, neglect at the beginning, ratio falling hard, pining, ratio being jealous of aventurine, unedited bc i wrote this with my heart not my brain
my brain has been thinking about an arranged marriage fic with dr. ratio...
he isn't kind to you at first, less than happy to share a life with a mere acquaintance. he's heard about you before in passing, noting your achievements with a grain of salt because nothing about you particularly mattered to him, irrelevant against the mass of scrolls and books he needs to read.
you don't really disturb his normal routine too much. you move in to his estate with a fair share of your belongings, but none of them crowd his house too much. you have your own room, pristine guest room unearthed by your artistic touch.
aside from dinners, you don't get to see each other too much. he starts his mornings early, getting up at the crack of dawn to exercise and start his day with a hearty meal. you wake up later, partaking in a slow morning, and if you glanced out the window, you might be able to see your husband running laps around the expanse of his gardens.
you admire his dedication and routine, it's fascinating to live beside a genius. everyday, the chest table that sits in the living room changes, the black and white pieces never remaining where you last recalled. the size of his blackboard is impressive, and yet too small to fit all of the formulas his brain remembers, hands effortlessly dancing along the surface to scratch number after number.
a frequent order of his estate is chalk. a new pile is delivered every three days, and he goes through them without fail every time.
during dinner, he tries to spare some conversation with you. you don't tell him too much about your day, not wanting to bore him with your menial chores. he's only half-listening either way, so you'll feign understanding about his work when he explains what he's up to.
ratio is not an attentive husband, but he doesn't mistreat you, either. he allows you to spend his assets without too much care, doesn't police your everyday tasks, and also doesn't bat an eye at other men or women. his pursuit of intelligence is important, and your wellbeing would not come in between that.
your monotonous, distant routine changes one autumn dusk. you're perched in the front yard with an easel set up before you, the sky in front of you now a blend of pink-purple hues. he returns home earlier than you expected, carriage stopping at the front of his estate, and he witnesses you in your tranquil state.
the paint strokes on the canvas before you are skilled, and show years of dedication to the craft. you're so invested in the piece before you, that you don't even hear him approaching until he calls your name.
"the night turns colder with each minute. shouldn't you come inside before you fall ill?" the scholar greets, and you're snapped out of your creative reverie, looking over at him.
"oh, i had not realised. let me clean up here, first." you take your canvas off the easel, but to your surprise, your spouse kneels down to organise your oil paints back into their box.
"make haste, then," he urges.
during dinner, he can't help but be curious over your hobby, the stubborn splotches of paint clinging to your hands visible to him. that night, you engage in uninterrupted conversation, and discover that he's an artist himself- a sculptor. it calms him, and all the statues reside in a removed room, adjacent to his study.
despite your years of matrimony, you had never once dared enter his study, but the design is so fittingly him. it is organised (well, as organised a genius can be), with shelves and shelves filled with books, discarded scrolls lay around the room, but even then, his taste for greco-roman aesthetics are seen. roman dorics act like stands for little plants, and his many certificates are displayed, along with other achievements.
(his study is overwhelmingly filled with them. though you knew of the merit of the man you were arranged to be married to, you had never known just how expansive the list is. perhaps, that only made him more intimidating to you, standing beside a genius does not feel so light to say anymore.)
he shows you his sculptures, and though many of them are... self portraits... the likeness is disgustingly accurate. it was as if he had casted himself in plaster and displayed it proudly. you wonder how long he must have stared in the mirror to perfect their appearance.
but, there are also various other formidable statues. some of people you recognise. you compliment his skill and don't get to see the blush that spreads along his cheeks.
it seems that you've chipped a way into his heart, because between brushstrokes and chiselled marble, he falls in love with you.
ratio knows he didn't start off being the best husband, but he tries to now, and begins by being present. asks you to dine together where possible, listens when you're talking about your day, and the two of you can be seen venturing downtown together; an unbelievable sight for those who believed that ratio was romantically inept.
perhaps, an even more unbelievable sight, was the soft smile on his face that glanced at you very adoringly, and how you remained unaware of his affections.
and, maybe a jealous veritas ratio is just as unbelievable.
he is practically glaring daggers at the side of a certain blond's head. ratio has never been fond of the scheming businessman, aventurine, and is even less so of the fact that you seem so close to him, more than you are with your own husband. you're speaking with him like how one would with old friends, a peaceful visit to the markets turned sour by his presence.
when you finally, finally, finally, bid farewell to aventurine, who gave ratio a look that signified he was up to no good, your husband held your hand in his gloved one with an unforgiving grip. his mood is dampened for the remainder of the day, and is only made better when you enquire about his sudden glumness, visiting his office to see if he was alright.
you leave him with a kiss on the crown of his head, and a whisper of 'goodnight', before retreating to your chambers, and the only thought that circulates in his head for the rest of the night is you, and how he's going to sweep you off your feet.
#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write#earthtooz: honkai star rail#dr ratio x reader#veritas ratio x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#ratio x reader#dr ratio fluff#dr. ratio x reader
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