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Preposition - "To"

Preposition “To”

The preposition to is a versatile word in English with several meanings and uses. Here are some of the most common meanings and uses of to: Direction or Movement: To is often used to indicate the direction or movement toward a place or destination. We are going to the park. She walked to the store. Indicating a Destination: To can specify a destination or endpoint. He drove from New York to Los Angeles. The flight is going to London. Expressing Purpose: To can be used to express the purpose or intention of an action. I am studying to become a doctor. She went to the store to buy groceries. Time: To can indicate the time when something will happen: The movie starts at quarter to 9, so we should grab our tickets now. I'll meet you at the cafe at ten to eight; that should give us plenty of time to chat Comparison of similarity: To is used to show a comparison or relationship between two things. This painting is similar to the one you saw in the art gallery. The taste of this dish is similar to the one I had in Italy. Attachment or Connection: To can indicate a connection or attachment between two things. He taped the picture to the wall. The key is attached to the ring. As Part of an Infinitive Verb: To is used before a verb to create an infinitive form. She wants to learn French. I need to finish my homework. Giving: To can indicate giving something to someone. I gave a gift to my friend. He offered his help to us. Expressing a Limit or Range: To can be used to express a limit or range. The temperature ranged from 70°F to 80°F. You can stay for up to two hours. Indicating a Relationship: To can be used to indicate a relationship or connection between people or things. He is married to her. The book belongs to John. These are some of the primary meanings and uses of the preposition to in English.

Preposition to with

the common Verbs:

Here is a list of some common verbs that are often followed by the preposition to in English: Accommodate: They accommodated us to a comfortable room. Adapt: She adapted quickly to her new job. Adhere: It's important to adhere to the rules. Agree: We agreed to the terms of the contract. Amount to: The total expenses amount to $1,000. Apologize: He apologized to her for the mistake. Apply: I need to apply for a visa to travel. Appear to: It appears to be a clear day. Attack to: They decided to attack the enemy's stronghold. Attach to: Please attach the document to your email. Belong: This book belongs to John. Call somebody's attention to: I called her attention to the error in the report. Cater: The restaurant can cater to dietary restrictions. Consent: They consented to the proposal. Confess: He confessed to the crime. Happen to: It happened to be my birthday that day. Listen: They like to listen to the birds singing. Object to: She might object to the proposal. Pay attention to: Pay attention to the details; they matter. Prefer to: I prefer tea to coffee React: How did he react to the news? Refer to: The book refers to historical events. Reply: I will reply to your email later. Respond: He quickly responded to the emergency. Succeed: She worked hard to succeed in her career. Seen to: The repairs have been seen to by the maintenance team. Speak to: Can you speak to the manager about this issue? Subscribe to: I subscribe to several magazines. Talk: I want to talk to you about something important. Testify: She will testify to what she saw. Turn: Don't forget to turn the lights off. Telephone to: I will telephone to confirm the appointment. Telegraph to: He telegraphed to his family with the news. Wire to: They wired to inform us of the change in plans. These are examples of verbs and phrases that are commonly followed by the preposition to.

Preposition to with

the common adjectives:

Here are some common adjectives that are often followed by the preposition to in English: Acceptable to: His proposal was acceptable to the committee. Accustomed to: She is accustomed to early mornings. Adverse to: He is adverse to taking risks. Attached to: I'm emotionally attached to my childhood home. Attentive to: She is always attentive to her students' needs. Beneficial to: Exercise is beneficial to your health. Clear to: The instructions should be clear to everyone. Dedicated to: She is dedicated to her career. Devoted to: He is devoted to his family. Equivalent to: This amount is equivalent to the one quoted earlier. Equal to: She is equal to the task at hand. Familiar to: The concept is familiar to most people. Grateful to: I am grateful to you for your help. Hostile to: They were hostile to the idea. Important to: It's important to prioritize your health. Indifferent to: He seemed indifferent to the outcome. Inferior to: This material is inferior to the one we used before. Innocent to: She was proven innocent to the charges. Kind to: He is always kind to animals. Known to: The truth is known to only a few. Liable to: The area is liable to flooding during heavy rain. Loyal to: They are loyal to their country. Necessary to: It is necessary to complete the paperwork. Opposite to: The solution is opposite to what we expected. Pertinent to: Your question is pertinent to our discussion. Polite to: It's important to be polite to others. Resistant to: Some people are resistant to change. Sensitive to: She is sensitive to criticism. Sympathetic to: He is sympathetic to their cause. Similar to: This painting is similar to the one in the museum. Strange to: The customs in that culture may seem strange to us. Superior to: Their product is superior to the competition. Unpleasant to: The situation became unpleasant to everyone. Unknown to: This information was unknown to me until now. Useful to: This tool is very useful to have in the kitchen. Useless to: It's useless to argue with him; he won't listen. Vulnerable to: Children can be vulnerable to illness. These adjectives, when followed by to, help describe various attributes, characteristics, or relationships in a sentence. To or for: The choice between to and for after certain adjectives can depend on whether the preposition is defining the noun or pronoun that follows. Here are some examples to illustrate this: Useful to (someone): The information was useful to the team. (The preposition to defines team.) Useful for (doing something): The new software is useful for managing inventory. (The preposition for defines the action managing inventory.) Important to (someone): Your opinion is important to me. (The preposition to defines me.) Important for (doing something): Good communication is important for building relationships. (The preposition for defines the action building relationships.) Strange to (someone): This place is strange to me. (The preposition to defines me.) Strange for (someone): It would be strange for him to arrive so late. (The preposition for defines him in the context of his actions.) Necessary to (someone): Sleep is necessary to a healthy life. (The preposition to defines a healthy life.) Necessary for (doing something): A passport is necessary for traveling abroad. (The preposition for defines the action traveling abroad.) So, to and for can have different meanings and functions depending on whether they define the noun or the action related to it.

Preposition to in word expressions:

Here are some word expressions and combinations with the preposition to: In addition to: In addition to his job, he volunteers. In contrast to: In contrast to her brother, she enjoys sports. In reference to: In reference to your question, please see the manual. In relation to: The discussion is in relation to the budget. In response to: In response to your request, we have sent the information. In regards to: In regards to the issue, we are taking action. In comparison to: In comparison to other models, this one is cheaper. In reply to: In reply to your email, here are the requested documents. In connection to: In connection to the investigation, we need your statement. To the amount of: The total expenses amounted to $1,000. To the end of: I read the book to the end. To my (his) disappointment: To my disappointment, the concert was canceled. To my (his) sorrow: To my sorrow, I couldn't attend the funeral. To my (his) joy: To my joy, I received good news today. To the north: The city lies to the north of the river. To the south: The beach is to the south of the city. To the east: The sunrise occurs to the east. To the west: The mountains are located to the west. To the right: Turn to the right at the traffic light. To the left: The entrance is to the left of the building. These expressions and combinations with to are used to convey specific meanings, directions, and relationships in various contexts. Preposition – “To” Prepositions – “Till” and “Until” Preposition – “Since” Preposition – “Over” Prepositions “Out of” and “From” to compare Preposition – “Inside” Read the full article

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redrumsunset · 1 month

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I love you. Infinitely and inexpressively. I've woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.

— Vladimir Nabokov, from "Letters to Vera".

#love quotes #quotes #letters #love #poetic #literature #pretty words #redrumzip

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metamorphesque · 10 months

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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

[I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.]

#literature #quotes #letters to vera #vladimir nabokov #classic literature #translated literature #love letters #russian literature #russian classics

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oldwinesoul · 9 months

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“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. l've woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”

Vladimir Nabokov, a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in "Letters To Vera"

#poets on tumblr #dark academia #spilled poetry #aesthetic #words #vladimir nabokov

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vibratingskull · 2 months

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Love the rut theme! Could u possibly write about Thrawn trying to get through his shift without pouncing on fem reader during his rut. Maybe the crew and reader just think he's under the weather. But once him and reader are alone together at the end of the shift, all is revealed 😜

Rut is my trademark with the breeding kink so... Let's fucking go!

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags : Rut, breeding, fingering, P in V, creampie

You remain straight and silent, just glancing from time to time to Karyn. She glances back at you, as nervous as you are. You nod to each other, with stiff shoulders and eyes wide open you take a sneaky look at Thrawn, seated on his command chair.

Imperial.

Haughty.

Deadly cold…

In fact the whole bridge is tense and stressed. The usual respectful and focused silence is replaced by a fearful and eerie silence, only interrupted by the sound of keys and bips of computers. Nobody dares utter a word and walk with the head low to not, under any circumstances, cross eyes with the crimson gaze of the Chiss.

Absolutely everyone is terrified.

Something about Thrawn is… odd, today. Something emanating from him, bitter and dark, poisonous and toxic. He remains as calm and stern as usual, never raising his voice and remaining polite to everyone even if they are lower in the hierarchy.

But something reeks of danger around him.

His aura is so dense you could choke inhaling it. The atmosphere is terrible on this bridge and absolutely everybody can feel it.

Karyn nonchalantly takes one step to the side to join you.

“What is wrong with the Grand Admiral?” She whispers, tense.

“I have no idea.” You shake your head, “I was not at his side this morning…”

Your different agendas keep you separate from one another. Tonight you only could sleep 3 hours together before you had to wake up and take your shift. As usual he held you tight and you held him back, he was deliciously warm and his embrace infinitely soft, even if it might have been tighter than usual… You actually had some difficulties breathing with how squeezed you were. And you had a hard time escaping his grasp, even deeply sleeping he held down to you, keeping you pressed against his large chest.

“You really have no idea?” She insists, “Because he screams of menaces right now, he clearly is pissed off!”

“Yeah, I know!” You grumble, “But I have no idea. I didn’t even know he could get pissed off-”

“Who could get mad?”

You both jump out of your skins at the sudden deep melodious voice rising right behind you. You spin towards Thrawn, your nerves in a wrack. He remains still, the back straight with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes focused and incredibly sharp. In some way he managed to teleport from his command chair to behind you without making a single sound.

You gulp.

“Nobody, Grand Admir al.” You mumble.

He looks straight into your eyes with an indecipherable expression, making your legs like jello. He is as stern and inexpressive as usual, but something in his eyes makes you tremble and teases your survival instinct.

“Keep focus on the mission, limit the unnecessary discussions.” He finally let out after staring at you for an uncomfortable moment.

“Sir, yes Sir!” You both respond.

“Captain (F/n), follow me.” He orders almost nonchalantly.

Obedient, you follow your Grand Admiral in the long corridors of the Chimaera, wary of what he has in mind. You raise your gaze to observe the back of his head, his shiny blue-black hair slicked back perfectly, his thick neck on his large shoulders.

He is so tall…

You notice this is neither the way to his office or any Command room.

“Hum…” You start, unsure “Grand Admiral…? Thrawn? Where are we going?”

“Please follow me.” He simply responds, unbothered but still emitting that murderous aura.

Are you in trouble?

“Is everything alright?” You insist.

He stops and turns back to you, pressing a button to open a door.

“Please, enter.”

You look at the room.

This isn’t a room, but a broom closet, small and dark.

“That's a closet.” You tell him, like he didn’t realize it already.

He slowly, oh so slowly inhales, eyes fixed on you, devouring you with his burning crimson orbs, his nostrils flaring.

The message is clear : enter.the.fucking.closet.NOW!

You shudder and stand to attention by pure reflex before entering the closet hurriedly. Why does he want you inside a closet?

You feel his imposing presence right behind you, his massive body making the closet even more claustrophobic. You feel him pressing himself against your back, his hands snaking their way on your body.

“Finally…” He lets out a growl.

The door closes back on you with a shush and he immediately passes his hands under your jacket and shirt to grope your tits in his large palms.

“Thrawn! What the-”

“Shhhhhhh. It is alright, Ch’acah.” He cuts you, “Let me have my fun, enjoy yourself.” He peppers kisses all the way on your neck before licking it from shoulder to jaw. He kneads your breast while pushing you against the wall, pressing himself in your back.

“Goddammit, Thrawn!” You spit, “Would you at least explain yourself?” You try to say under all of those caress

He breathes deeply, like he was deeply impatient and… needy. You gulp as you feel the hard wall of muscle that is his body against your softer one, he is so tall and large, shielding you from absolutely anything and everything. Your cheek and body are pressed against the cold metal wall while he massages your breast thoroughly. He dives his nose in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent deeply with a satisfied sigh.

“I need it, Ch’acah.” He breathes, “It is irrepressible. I cannot help it…”

“But… What are you talking about, blast?!”

“I am in rut, Cheo Vir.” He sucks the sensitive skin of your neck, working to leave love bites, “I need you… Terribly.”

Rut?

He never spoke of that before, you never knew he had such mating cycles!

What the fuck, why nobody speaks on that damn ship?!

“I can make it really quick, do not worry.” He continues, his hand traveling south, “I will not take too much of your time, but I need some relief urgently.” He explains.

His hand reaches your pants and pushes past it to scoop your sex over the fabric of your panties, making you yelp at the warm sensation.

You gulp as his fingers hook your panties to slide it to the side and trail your slit. You stifle a moan, but nothing escapes him.

“Hmm. You are already wet.” He notes, satisfied, “This situation seems to excite you quite well.”

“Shut up!”

You squirm and protest but deep down this utterly baffling situation is really exciting, locked in a closet with your fiance, your superior no less, to do unspeakable things!

Utterly depraved.

And madly exciting…

He chuckles darkly and kisses your cheek.

He trails up and down your folds, probing your entrance before entering you with a finger. You feel yourself tensing up at the intrusion, but your body welcomes him easily. You yelp uncontrollably as he hooks his finger inside, knuckles deep he caresses and scratches at your Gummy spot expertly, biting your neck. You let out a strain of strangled moans, trembling in his arms as he starts purring, a low, animalistic sound vibrating in his throat and chest. After giving sweet attention to your G spot, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, so much he can push a second finger inside and stretch you wide and good.

He scissors and fingers you thoroughly with a dexterous hand, you feel your wetness soaking your pants. He hums approvingly.

“You will soon be ready at this rate.” He praises, “I always appreciated your… eagerness on the subject.”

You hiss in response, embarrassed. Was it your fault if he had such an effect on you? That he could command your entire body with a single finger? Melt into a puddle of nerves with a single command?

He fingers you nastily and hard as you try desperately to remain calm and contained, refraining from moaning too loud to not be heard, something he seems to take offense to.

He accelerates his ministrations, teasing your clit at the same time to make you melt. You tremble in his hands, legs like jello you’re actually convinced you’re about to fall.

But Thrawn holds you firmly, an arm around your waist, fingers dug in your flesh to keep you standing on your feet while his other hand is driving you absolutely crazy. You bite down your lower lips to not let escape any sounds, to his discontent.

“Will you not sing for me, sweet thing?” He asks, nibbling your ear. “Will you not scream my name?”

You feel how soaked your pants are, completely drenched in your essence, spoiling the fabric.

“So-someone could… hear us…” You manage to say between pants and gasps.

He very obviously accelerates his caress when you open your mouth, trying to have you moan loudly for everyone to hear.

“Good.” He breathes, “Let them all know.”

As a sentence he pushes another finger inside you to caress every nook and cranny of your pussy, no secret spots are left untouched, rigorously teased and caressed while he flicks your clit expertly like he knows you love.

Because he knows your taste so well.

He made it a point of honor to learn what made you scream desperately in bed and have no qualms torturing you with his knowledge, making you come again and again…

You feel all your blood rushing to your cunt, puffing up your fluffy walls of tender sensitive flesh until your pussy convulses around his fingers, clenching furiously at your orgasm suddenly, like you were struck by lightning.

You keep your mouth shut so hard it is painful as a long moan rumbles in your throat, only for his ears.

He tuts.

“Oh no, sweet thing. That is not what I want.”

He gives a last flick at your clit and slides his fingers out, to your relief.

Your relief is short-lived as he opens your pants and slides them down to your knees with your panties, leaving you bare cunny exposed to his crimson gaze. He kneels down to kiss it tenderly, give it some licks, tasting your wetness while purring. You mewl again, the remnant of your orgasm still rolling under the touch of his lips.

He kisses it loudly one last time and stands back up. You shudder, hearing the sound of a belt. He grips your hips and pulls them towards him until you can feel his hard, warm, long and girthy erection against your bare butt.

“You will give me what I crave, Ch’acah.” He lets you know.

That is not a proposition, not even an order.

That is a certainty.

He wants you screaming his name desperately.

You may have not noticed, but he did.

How some of your male colleagues look at you…

But that is his fault, he wanted your relationship to remain private.

He should have known that someone as precious as you would make heads spin all around!

Time to correct this mistake and let all those men know you are taken by your Grand Admiral.

He brushes his girth against your soaked folds gently, coating it nice and well before pushing it inside in one go. Your breath is cut at the sudden invasion. You are completely stuffed, filled like a decadent cream puff.

Usually you see a noticeable bulge when he enters you, he is just so tall and large after all…

He does nice circle motions with his hips to get some frictions while letting you adjust to his massive side.

You take a deep breath, trying to welcome him fully in your tight little pussy. But that is always such a challenge! He is just too massive!

“Relax, cheo Ch’acah. I do not want it to hurt.” He says almost mockingly.

You greet your teeth, feeling your inner muscles slowly loosen around his cock. You pant as he sits fully inside, weighting on your lower stomach. You breathe through your nose, trying to accommodate him.

“You squeeze me so well, sweet thing.” He lets out in a hiss, “Your little cunt is the perfect fit for my cock, like you were made for me.”

You feel his thumbs caressing your hips as you slowly relax.

But you can feel his impatience bubbling under his skin, he wants to pound you right now!

But he is merciful enough to let you adjust to him.

When he feels you are ready he gives you one single shallow thrust before starting to fuck you hard. He goes all in with powerful, devastating thrusts leaving you utterly breathless. This time you cannot refrain from moaning and mewling, the obscene sounds escape your mouth inadvertently as he rams into you mercilessly. He hits your cervix easily with his length, the pain melting in the pleasure you’re feeling. You whine out loud under such assaults on your sensitive flesh, only hearing his purring in response. He hits and brushes every single intimate spot with such ease it is almost ridiculous, but it gives you so much pleasure in return, you feel your legs threatening to give way under you at any moment with such shockwaves spreading in your limbs. But Thrawn holds you firmly, not hesitating to press himself back against you, compressing you against the wall for support.

He manages to slide his hand between the hard wall and your body to resume playing with your pearl to maximize your pleasure. Your hips jolt away at the touch, it is just too much for you, but he weighs on you to maintain you still and force you to endure the pleasure he is giving you.

You will take everything he offers.

He chuckles in his mind, him who took you tenderly all those times, making sweet love to you…

Today he wants to fuck!

He flicks and rolls your little clit in his skilled fingers, making you cream all around his girthy shaft. His other hand doesn’t need to hold you anymore and comes intertwining your fingers with your hand on the wall. While he bullies himself inside of you he kisses your neck, cheek and temples delicately, like butterflies on your skin.

Such a contrast with the raw strength he uses to fuck you…

He peppers kisses here and there, purring in your ear, whispering sweet nothing, enticing you to be good for him, to take him whole.

And mostly to take his load inside of you.

Because he has one very precise objective today.

To breed you.

To fuck you until you get round with his child.

That’s what a rut is for.

He took rut suppressants during all those years, but he waited long enough. He wants a child, several even, a legacy in this tortuous universe, a last gift to the Ascendancy if he ever failed his duties towards the Chiss.

And it would send all those idiots men dancing around you a clear message!

You will be such a perfect mother for his children, you gave him so much joy and stability in this hostile Empire. You guided him when he was in the dark and doubtful, you will simply be the most amazing mother if you bestow the same kind of patience to his children!

He has no doubt about it.

You will mother his descendants. You and nobody else!

It was more than due time that he fucked you properly, that he makes you his for all eternity.

He wants your legacies to be tied by blood and flesh, to intertwine your fates inextricably for good this time.

He is no monster, he knows you want children. He questioned you on your life goals beforehand and knows well that you desire a family for yourself.

Family that he is more than happy to provide!

He will give you so many children… So many little ones with blue skin and red eyes, but they will have your hair and features.

He just knows it.

They will be the most beautiful beings the universe ever saw, because they will be yours.

He is pondering all those thoughts and desires when he starts feeling your little pussy clenching around his shaft, a sign of your fast approaching orgasm. So he accelerates his thrusts to keep up with you.

You are giving him so much pleasure already, but he wants you both to orgasm at the same time, reaching your highs together.

Like a single being…

This is so intimate for him.

And your desperate moans and uncontrollable mewls are just so sexy and alluring, teasing his rutting instincts even more.

On your end you can’t do anything more than take it like a fuckdoll, on your tiptoes to match his height, you feel your drool rolling on your cheeks and jaw with how dazed you are. Your nerves ending are on fire to be teased so much.

Someone definitively heard you getting fucked in this little broom closet, that is a certainty.

He doesn’t neglect your clit, giving it even more attention. He wants the experience to be pleasurable for you, it will entice you to come back for even more.

“Ha!... Thrawn!” You gasp, on the verge of orgasm.

“I know my love. Come for me, make a mess on my cock, cheo vir.” He encourages.

And with a final deep thrust he pushes you beyond the arcanas of pleasure and a tsunami of pleasure comes to ravage everything, drowning you in such powerful sensations you scream his name.

He finishes with you as he hoped, his cock twitching nervously inside your warm wet cavern, spurting his potent seed inside your glorious womb. He feels your little cunny milking him dry greedily, your own body craving his cum.

He remains pressed tight against you, panting as he slowly goes down from his high, his hand still holding down firmly on yours.

His purring never stopped.

His hand that caressed your clit snakes its way higher to caress the place of your womb tenderly, lovingly, reverently. He kisses your cheek, sliding out of your tight cunny with a hiss.

He loves how squeezed he feels inside of you, and slipping out is unbearable!

You gasp at the sudden emptiness inside of you, already feeling your slick and his semen rolling down your thighs.

“Tssss.” He chastises, “You are already wasting it. But I came prepared.”

You then feel something soft but really cold being pushed inside your pussy, sealing it off completely.

“I defend you from taking it out.” He orders, “I will do it myself tonight.”

He will only take it out to fuck another load inside you, obviously. You are still two different species, you will need numerous tries to finally get pregnant.

But that is okay.

His rut can last a pretty long time, and he will take the utmost pleasure in taking care of you all night long until you end up pregnant.

You pant and stagger backward, but Thrawn is here to catch you in his warm embrace.

“Careful Ch’acah.” He says lovingly, “Did I exhaust you?”

“Yes…” You let out, out of breath.

He delicately pushes a strand of hair out of your face, hugging you from behind.

“Take a shower before coming back on the bridge, you are quite a mess Ch’acah.” He lets you know with a satisfied tone.

“Who’s fault is that ?” You bite back with your usual sass he loves so much.

“I will take responsibility for this everyday if you wish for it.” He kisses your temple with a chuckle, hugging you tight against his beating, loving heart.

He buries his nose in your hair to breathe in your delicious scent, already feeling the rut coming back…

He will have you all night long to appease his instincts, he just has to modify your agenda.

He is the Grand Admiral after all…

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#thrawn smut #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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littlestfallenangel · 8 months

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I don't think I've ever seen a narrative present "I don't want to be labelled" in such an authentic way.

What Touko's talking about applies to the series as a whole. None of the characters' sexual identities are explicitly defined, but their queerness is undeniable.

Some characters you can clearly read what they would identify as, like Maki being pretty clearly aro/ace and one can reasonably assume that Sayaka is gay rather than mspec. But then you have characters like Riko, who tells her lesbian lover that she's not really into girls, or how Touko and Yuu both seem exclusively sexually and romantically interested in each other.

This manga is "I don't want to be labelled" not as a means to weasel out of acknowledging queer people's existence, but as a genuine celebration of the infinite expressions of love and sexuality. An acknowledgement that, ultimately, we're trying to express the inexpressible, that words can and will fail to express the complexity and beauty of the human experience; especially those experiences shared with another human.

#bloom into you

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ellorypurebloodculture · 2 months

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fic title ask:

i love you (infinitely and inexpressibly)

James Potter/Isadore Vaisey.

Lady Isadore Vaisey has always struggled to speak her thoughts, embarrassed by her stutter. So, she attempts to show Heir James Potter her love instead.

#ellory answers #title tales

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cassianus · 1 year

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“Beloved, when you wish to pray noetically from your depths, let the prayer of your heart imitate the sound of the cicada. When the cicada chirps, it does so in two ways. At first, it softly chirps five to ten times, but then its ending chirps are more pronounced, drawn out, and melodic. And so, beloved when you pray noetically within your heart, pray in the following manner: First say, “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me” about ten times, forcefully from your heart and clearly with your intellect from your depths, one time with each breath. Restrain your breath a little each time you say the prayer as your heart meditates from its depth on the words. Once you have said the prayer in this fashion ten times or more until that place within you has become warm where you meditate upon the prayer, then say the prayer more forcefully, with greater tension and forcefulness of heart, just as the cicada ends its song with a more pronounced and melodic voice.

This prayer, which is referred to principally as noetic prayer, is also called prayer of the heart and watchful prayer. When you say the prayer with your intellect and repeat it mystically within you in stillness, using your inner voice, it is referred to as noetic prayer. When you say the prayer from the depths of your heart with great tension and inner force, then it is referred to as prayer of the heart. It is referred to as watchful prayer when, because of your prayer or because of the infinite goodness of God, the grace of the Holy Spirit visits your soul and touches your heart, or you are granted a divine vision, upon which your mind’s eye becomes watchful and fixed.

When you practice noetic prayer and reverently repeat it as you should, and the grace of the Holy Spirit visits your soul, then the name of Christ that you are meditating upon with your intellect becomes greatly consoling and sweet to your mind and soul, so much that you could never repeat it enough.

When you practice prayer of the heart and the grace of God touches your heart (that is, when your heart happens upon it), causing it to conceive compunction, as the Lady Theotokos [“God Bearer”, the Virgin Mary] conceived the Word of God by the Holy Spirit, then the name of divine Jesus, and all of Holy Scripture, becomes ineffable sweetness to the heart, and every spiritual notion of the heart (if I may put it this way) becomes a sweet flowing river of divine compunction that sweetens the heart and wondrously makes it fervent in eros and love for it Creator and God.

Sometimes, when you practice prayer of the heart with pain of an enfeebled heart and with sorrow of a humbled soul, then your soul clearly feels the consolation and visitation of the Lord. This is what the prophet says: “The Lord is near those who are brokenhearted.” The Lord invisibly draws near you when you crush your heart with the prayer, as we said, in order to show you some mystical revelation. He shows you some vision in order to make you more fervent in the spiritual work of your heart.

And so, beloved, when, by the grace of Christ, your soul beholds some vision and is filled with compunction because of your prayer, then you understand that watchful prayer is nothing other than divine grace; it is the noetic and divine vision your mind beholds, your intellect firmly fixed upon, and your soul watches. And that the divine grace of the Holy Spirit visited your soul, gently touched your heart, and ineffably sweetened your mind, only you can understand and comprehend within yourself, because compunction ceaselessly from your heart as from an ever-flowing spring, while your mind experiences an inexpressible sweetness and your soul consolation. At that moment your soul possesses some spiritual boldness and mystically supplicates God, its Fashioner and Creator saying, “Remember me, Oh Lord, in your Kingdom,” or some other verse of Holy Scripture.

This holy and pure supplication that takes place within the soul has such power that it penetrates the heavens and reaches the throne of the Holy Trinity, before whom it stands like sweet-smelling and fragrant incense. The prophet said about this prayer, “Let my prayer arise as incense before you.” The God in Trinity receives this holy supplication in an inexpressible and wondrous manner, and the supplication in turn receives the fruit of the Holy Spirit. This fruit, received reverently and modestly, is offered and sent to the soul as a priceless and heavenly gift from the God of all as a pledge of the future kingdom and adoption. The soul that receives the heavenly and divine fruit of the Holy Spirit because of its supplication, that is, from pure prayer, acquires divine love, spiritual joy, peace of heart, and great patience during the hardships and temptations of this age, excellence and goodness in everything, unwavering faith, Christ’s meekness, and passion-killing self-control. All of these are called “fruit of the Holy Spirit.” To our God be glory and power unto ages of ages. Amen.”

~ The Watchful Mind, pp 123-125.

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Archduchess Marie Valerie's diary entry on her engagement to Archduke Franz Salvator the Christmas Eve of 1888:

December 24. Christmas Eve … as I write this, I have long been in Munich - it is January 3, 1889. (On December 24) Papa [Emperor Franz Josef] spoke so dryly about tonight that it could almost have offended me if I didn't know that he was only pretending that his whole heart wasn't in it, and Mama [Empress Elisabeth] was sad. [Crown Prince] Rudolf was watching her, then me, and was very friendly. Little Elisabeth [Rudolf's daughter] was very happy about the presents and played with her things while we dined in the Alexandrian room on the left. After dinner, I took [Crown Princess] Stephanie aside and told her my decision, whereupon she immediately congratulated me. Everything passed me by almost as if in a dream. Rudolf and Stephanie left with the King [?] before seven o'clock and Mama promised to come over with us as soon as it was done. When the three of us were now in Mama's toilet room, Papa said he was surprised that Stephanie didn't find it offensive that Rudolf had been taken into confidence [regarding the engagement] before her… they should get him. Mama hugged him and said with sisterly tenderness: "I love you so much." I can't say how happy that made me, because it made him feel so good, he hugged her and asked with great emotion: "No, really? It hasn't been for a long time." Excited as I was, I immediately began to cry and yet I was doubly happy that it was Franz [Salvator, Archduke of Austria-Tuscany]'s and my bond of pure young love that had brought my parents this sacred and beautiful hour of union. The intimate union of the parents among themselves, with me and even with Rudolf seems to me the clearest proof of the blessing that rests on our love… I plucked up the courage to throw myself on Papa's chest, although he showed me no particular tenderness and then went out… Then Mama and I said our evening prayers as usual and about half past 7 I hugged her crying and begged her to forgive me for anything I ever did wrong against her as I closed out my sunny life as a free girl. In her overwhelming kindness, she said she wished there was more to forgive, then it wouldn't be so hard for her to give me up… Beating heart into the study room after I had prayed at the prayer stool; here he sat with Zummel [Countess Marie Kornis, lady-in-waiting], who immediately went out…. I shook his hand… "So Franz, now I want to give you my answer - do you still have me on loan? Do you still want me?" "Yes." "Well - there I am - there you have me." I was so excited that I don't remember if he said anything right away: all I know is that he leaned down to me without letting go of my hand and pretended to kiss me without actually giving me a kiss. I returned this embrace, which seemed a little too cool to me, putting as much tenderness into it as was possible, and then really looked into his dear eyes. Such an inexpressible happiness radiated from them that it soon passed into my soul and I realized that I was happy, very happy. He struggled for words and said: "You have given me the most beautiful Christmas. You make me infinitely, unspeakably happy." "And you forgive me for putting you off for so long and for everything I did to you? Because you suffered a lot for me." "Yes," he said simply. Then I took the little gold locket that I was wearing on a red ribbon around my neck and gave it to him… He immediately put it on his necklace. We held hands. Valérie: "Now I'm yours for time and eternity." "And I'll be yours forever." "Forever - how much I've prayed for that." Franz: "And me too." "Now we thank God too," I said and we knelt down together, blissfully united, and prayed with overflowing hearts. Then we put the cross on each other's foreheads.

Now I went out and told Gusti [Auguste von Heidt, Valerie's chambermaid] that I would ask Mama to come up. Like all of us, she had put aside her mourning for the day [Elisabeth's father, Duke Max in Bavaria, had died on November 15] and was youthfully dazzlingly beautiful when she came in with Papa and tenderly embraced me and then Franz as well, tearfully telling him that she gave him everything, that he should make me happy. We kissed Papa's hand and he also kissed Franz so sweetly and said kind words to him. Then Mama gave Franz a big pastel picture of me. Papa looked at us for a long time with amusement: "Valérie is looking very happy." It may have been 8 o'clock when we went over to Rudolf's, Papa and Mama in front, Franz and I behind - arm in arm. He gave us a very friendly welcome and even kissed Franz. We only stayed for a very short time and when we came back, Mama sent for Zummel, who was crying so much that she couldn't say anything other than whether I was happy… Mama hugged dear Zummel so sweetly: "We're off now." Then she told her to give Franz a hug, which he replied very sweetly and simply.

Papa and Mama went to sleep, and Franz and I gradually tried to realize that this blissful reality was not a dream. We had discussed with Papa and Mama that he should travel with us to Munich instead of visiting Manni [Albert, 8th Prince of Thurn und Taxis, Valerie's cousin] in Regensburg… I also asked him if he had any premonitions for today. "Yes, because Zummel was so terribly upset." We then wrote telegrams together to his parents [Archduke Karl Salvator and Archduchess Maria Immacolata], Grandmama [Duchess Ludovika in Bavaria], Gisela [Princess of Bavaria, Valerie's sister], Amélie [Duchess in Bavaria, Valerie's cousin] and Manni. He looked over my shoulders, fixed my hairpins, looked happy, but didn't give me a kiss, even though I laid my cheek against his for a second. After 9 o'clock, Zummel reminded us to leave and we said goodnight.

Schad, Martha and Schad, Horst [ed] (1998). Das Tagebuch der Lieblingstochter von Kaiserin Elisabeth. 1878-1899 (Translation done by DeepL. Please keep in mind that in a machine translation a lot of nuance may/will be lost)

#for context: valerie and franz salvator had been in a ''will they won't they'' situationship for some years #also poor valerie she really wanted a kiss #archduchess marie valerie of austria #archduke franz salvator of austria-tuscany #empress elisabeth of austria #franz josef i of austria #das tagebuch der lieblingstochter von kaiserin elisabeth

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Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam // Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse

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Armand and Lestat Quote Masterlist

kinda self indulgent reference for every time lestat and armand think about each other/interact TVL-TVA

The Vampire Lestat:

This as a boy, as I had said, and he had a head of long curly hair, and he walked very straight and very simply through the silvery light and into the church. [...] His clothes were black velvet, once beautiful, and now eaten away by time, and crusted with dirt. But his face was shining white, and perfect, the countenance of a god it seemed, a Cupid out of Caravaggio, seductive yet ethereal, with auburn hair and dark brown eyes. p.200

He was all mystery to me as Magnus had been. Only he was beautiful, indescribably beautiful, and there seemed in him an infinite complexity and depth which Magnus had not possessed. p.201

He said, Come to me. Come to me because only I, and my like, can end the loneliness you feel. It touched a well of inexpressible sadness. It sounded the depth of sadness, and my throat went dry with a powerful little knot where my voice might have been, yet I held fast. p.201

I tried to penetrate his mind. He knew I was doing it and he threw up against me such strange images that I gasped. What was it I'd seen for an instant? I didn't even know. Hell and heaven, or both made one, vampires in a paradise drinking blood from the very flowers that hung, pendulous and throbbing, from the trees. I felt a wave of disgust. It was as if he had come into my private dreams like a succubus. But he had stopped. He let his eyes pucker slightly and he looked down out of some vague respect. My disgust was withering him. He hadn't anticipated my responce. He hadn't expected... what? Such strength? Yes, and he was letting me know it in an almost courteous way. I returned the courtesy. I let him see me in the tower room with Magnus; I recalled Magnus's words before he went into the fire. I let him know all of it. p.201-202

[...] Yet he was clearly startled when he saw us at his side. And in the very act of being startled, he gave me a glimpse of his greatest weakness, pride. He was humiliated that we had crept up on him, moving so lightly and managing at the same time to conceal our thoughts. But worse was to come. When he realized that I had perceived this... it was revealed for a split second... he was doubly enraged. A withering heat emanated from him that wasn't heat at all. p.202

[...] He was perfectly the god out of Caravaggio, the light playing on the hard whiteness of his innocent-looking face. Then he put his arm around my waist, sliding it under my cloak. His touch was so strange, so sweet and enticing, and the beauty of his face so entrancing that I didn't move away.

"It wasn't that I wanted vengeance," he whispered. His face was stricken, his heart broken. He said, "But you came to be healed, and you did not want me! A century I had waited, and you did not want me!"

Queen of the Damned:

"A real devil among devils." Daniel laughed softly. With a subtle nod, Armand acknowledged the little jest wearily. He even smiled. p.110

[...]"And because you want to be with Lestat." No answer. "You know you do. You want to see him. You want to be there if he needs you. If there's going to be a battle..." No answer. "And if Lestat caused it, maybe he can stop it." Still Armand didn't answer. He appeared confused. "It is simpler than that," he said finally. "I have to go." p.111

Then as the others drew him away now, with embraces and kisses again - and even Armand had come to him with his arms out - p.432

I hadn't guessed Armand had been with him! Hadn't picked up the faintest indication that Armand had been there. And to think, whatever we might have said to each other, it was lost now forever. But then that couldn't be, could it? We would have our time together, Armand and I; all of us. p.436

"I think you should get out and do something," Armand said. "You've been holed up here too long." p.475

Tale of the Body Thief:

Then I envisioned Armand. My old enemy and friend Armand. My old adversary and companion Armand. Armand the angelic child who had created the Night Island, our last home. Where was Armand? Had Armand deliberately left me to my own devices? And why not? p.400

Memnoch the Devil:

"Are those the words Armand used, 'unbashed plea'? I hate Armand." David only smiled and made a quick impatient gesture with both hands. "You don't hate Armand and you know you don't." p.14

But the sight of the other astonished me. This was Armand. He sat on the stone park bench, boylike, casual, with one knee crooked, looking up at me with predictable innocence, dusty all over, naturally, hair a long, tangled mess of auburn curls. Dressed in heavy denim garments, tight pants, and a zippered jacket, he surely passed for human, a street vagabond maybe, though his face was now parchment white, and even smoother than it had been last we met. In a way, he made me think of a child doll, with brilliant faintly red-brown glass eyes - a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radient than he was. "That's what you always want," he said softly. His voice shocked me. If he had any French or Italian accent left, I couldn't hear it. His tone was melancholy and had no meanness in it al all. "When you found me under Les Innocents," he said, "you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvet with great embroidered sleeves." ... "Yes," I said, "and comb your hair, your beautiful russet hair." My tone was angry. "You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love." We eyed each other for a moment. And then he surprised me, rising and coming towards me just as I moved to take him in my arms. His gesture wasn't tentative, but it was extremely gentle. I could have backed away. I didn't. We held each other tight for a moment. The cold embracing the cold. The hard embracing the hard. "Cherub child," I said. I did a bold thing, maybe even a defiant thing. I reached out and mussed his snaggled curls. He is smaller than me physically, but he didn't seem to mind this gesture. In fact, he smiled, shook his head, and reclaimed his hair with a few casual strokes of his hand. His cheeks went apple-perfect suddenly, and his mouth softened, and then he lifted his right fist, and teasingly struck me hard on the chest. Really hard. Show-off. Now it was my turn to smile and I did. "I can't remember anything bad between us," I said. "You will," he responded. "And so will I. But what does it matter what we remember?" p.157

I didn't like it that they knew each other at all. David was my David, and Armand was my Armand. p.158

"But the only thing that's brought Armand here is worry for you." ... "Is that so?" I said. I raised my eyebrows. "Well?" ... "You know damned good and well it is," said Armand. His whole posture was casual; he'd learned, beating about the world, I guess. He didn't look so much like a church ornament anymore. He had his hands in his pockets. Little tough guy. "You're looking for trouble again," he went on, in the same slow manner, without anger or meanness. "The whole wide world isn't enough for you and never will be. This time I thought I'd try to speak to you before the wheel turns." ... "Aren't you the most thoughtful of guardian angels?" I said sarcastically. p.158

"Lestat, if you need me - " Armand said. "If this being tries to take you by force!" ... "Why do you care about me?" I asked. "After all the bad things I did to you? Why?" ... "Oh, don't be such a fool," he begged me gently. "You convinced me long ago that the world was a Savage Garden. Remember your old poetry? You said the only laws that were true were aesthetic laws, that was all you could count on." ... "Yes, I remember all that. I fear it's true. I've always feared it was true. I feared it when I was a mortal child. I woke up one morning and I believed in nothing." ... "Well, then, in the Savage Garden," said Armand, 'you shine beautifully, my friend. And in my wanderings, I always return to you. I always return to see the colors of the garden in your shadow, or reflected in your eyes, perhaps, or to hear of your latest follies and mad obsessions. Besides, we are brothers, are we not?" p.164

"Because I hoped and prayed for you, that you would remain in that mortal body and save your soul. I thought you had been granted the greatest gift, that you were human again, my heart ached for your triumph! I couldn't interfere. I couldn't do it." p.164

Armand had once again decked himself out in high-fashion velvet and embroidered lace, the kind of 'romantic new look' one could find at any of the shops in the deep crevasse below us. His auburn hair was free and uncut and hung down in the way it used to do in ages long past, when as Satan's saint of the vampire of Paris, he would not have allowed himself the vanity to cut one lock of it. Only it was clean, shining clean, auburn in the light, and against the dark blood-red of his coat. And there were his sad and always youthful eyes looking at me, the smooth boyish cheeks, the angel's mouth. He sat at the table, reserved, filled with love and curiosity, and even a vague kind of humility which seemed to say: Put aside all our disputes. I am here for you. "Yes," I said aloud. "Thank you." p.370

The Vampire Armand:

And the sadness came over me again, heavily and undeniably, of having come to this forlorn and empty convent where Lestat lay, unable or unwilling to move or speak, none of us knew. p.11

"I suppose I'm glad of it. You guard him. He's never alone." I meant Lestat of course. p.13

"David, I came to see him. I came to find out how it was with him, and why he lies there, unmoving. I came -." I wasn't going to say anymore. p.19

Clad in red velvet it came, the very covering my old Master had so loved, the dream king, Marius. It came swaggering and camping through the lighted streets of Paris as though God had made it. But it was a vampire child, the same as I, son of the seventeen hundreds, as they reckoned the time to be then, a blazing, brash, bumbling, laughing and teasing blood drinker in the guise of a young man, come to stomp out whatever sacred fire yet burnt in the cleft scar tissue of my soul and scatter the ashes. p.352

[...]who became a wild blonde haired celebrity of the boulevard gutter theatricals, a lover of men and women, a laughing happy-go-lucky blindly ambitious self-loving genius of sorts, this Lestat, this blue eyed and infinitely confident Lestat[...] p.353

He destroyed us. He destroyed me. p.353

It was Lestat who gave me the key. Lestat who gave me the place where I could lodge my crazed and pounding heart, where I could bring my followers together for some semblance of newfangled sanity. p.354

There is Lestat first and foremost, the author of four books of his life and his adventures comprising everything you could ever possibly want to know about him and some of us. Lestat, ever the maverick and laughing trickster. Six feet tall, a young man of twenty when made, with huge warm blue eyes and thick flashy blond hair, square of jaw, with a generous beautifully shaped mouth and skin darkened by a sojourn in the sun which would have killed a weaker vampire, a ladies' man, an Oscar Wildean fantasy, the glass of fashion, the most bold and disregarding dusty vagabond on occasion, loner, wanderer, heartbreaker and wise guy, dubbed the 'Brat Prince' by my old Master- yes imagine it, my Marius who did indeed survive the torches of the Roman coven- dubbed by Marius the 'Brat Prince', though in whose Court and by whose Divine Right and whose Royal Blood I should like to know.[...] Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whose love and companionship I have oftentimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I could not exist. p.369-370

Now I knew that my hard-won peace of mind might be shattered by the contact with him, but he wanted me to come, so I went. p.381

But as we waited finally in the handsome high-rise apartment above St.Patrick's Cathedral, I had no idea how much more he could stip from me, and I hate him only because I cannot imagine my soul without him now, and, owing him all that I am and know, I can do nothing to make him wake from his frigid sleep. But let me take things one at a time. What good is it to go back down now to the chapel here and lay my hands on him again and beg him to listen to me, when he lives as though all sense has truly left him and will never return. p.387

I wanted to take him in my arms. I wanted to comfort him, to tell him wherever he'd gone and whatever had taken place, he was now safe again with us, but nothing could quiet him. p.389

As I sank down that morning into my own resting place, secure in clean modern darkness, I cried and cried on account of the sight of him. Oh. why had I come to his aid? Why must I see him brought low like this when it had taken so many painful decades to cement my love for him forever? Once before, a hundred years ago, he'd come stumbling into the Theatre des Vampires in the trail of his renegade fledglings, sweet gentle Louis and the doomed child, and I hadn't pitied him then, his skin scored with scars from Claudia's foolish and clumsy attempt to kill him. Loved him, yes, I had [...] But what I'd seen now was a devastation of the soul in his anguished face, and the vision of the one blue eye, shining so vividly in his streaked and wretched face, had been unbearable. p.389-390

"Let me go down into the streets, let me steak from some mortal, some evil being who has wasted every physical gift that God ever gave, an eye for you! Let me put it here in the empty socket. Your blood will rush into it and make it see. You know. You saw this miracle once with the ancient one, Maharet, indeed, with a pair of mortal eyes swimming in her special blood, eyes that could see! I'll do it. It won't take me but a moment, and then I'll have the eye in my hand and be the doctor myself and place it here. Please." He only shook his head. He kissed me quickly on the cheek. p.391

There was no denying the beauty of his smooth poreless sun-darkened skin, and even as the dark slit of the empty eye socket seemed to peer at me with some secret power to relay its vision to his heart. He was handsome and radient, a darkish ruddy glow coming from his face as if he'd seen some powerful mystery. p.391

Lestat, my Lestat - for he was never theirs, was he? - my Lestat was crazed and railing as the result of his awful saga, and held prisoner by the very oldest of our kind on the final decree that if he did not cease to disturb the peace, which meant of course our secrecy, he would be destroyed, as only the oldest could accomplish, and no one could plead for him on any account. No, that could not happen! I writhed and twisted. The pain sent its shocks through me, red and violet and pulsing orange light. I hadn't seen such colors since I'd fallen. My mind was coming back, and coming back for what? Lestat to be destroyed! Lestat to be imprisoned, as I had once been centuries ago under Rome in Santino's catacombs. Oh, God, this is worse than the sun's fire, this is worse than seeing that bastard brother strike the little plumb-cheeked face of Sybelle and knock her away from her piano, this murderous rage I feel. p.429

I knelt down beside him again. I reached out, and without flinching or hesitating, I brushed his hair back from his face. I could feel the shock in the room. I heard sighs, the gasps from others. But Lestat himself didn't stir. Slowly, I brushed his hair, more tenderly, and saw to my own mute shock one of my tears fall right onto his face. It was red yet watery and transparent and it appeared to vanish as it moved down the curve of his cheekbone and into the natural hollow below. I slipped down closer, turning on my side, facing him, my hand still on his hair. I stretched my legs out behind me, and alongside of him, and I lay there, letting my face rest right on his outstretched arm. p.494

It was not differentiated or defined, this love, but only love, the love I could feel perhaps for one I killed or one I succored, or one whom I passed in the street, or for one whom I knew and valued as much as him. p.495

I climbed up. I rested my weight on my elbow, and I sent my right fingers slipping gently across his neck. Slowly I pressed my lips to his whitened silky skin and breathed in the old unmistakeable taste and scent of him, something sweet and undefinable and utterly personal, something made up from all his physical gifts and those given him afterwards, and I pressed my sharp eyeteeth through his skin to taste his blood. p.495

I knelt down and kissed his hair. He didn't move. He didn't change. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid that he would, or hopeful that he would either. I kissed him one more time on the side of his face, and then I got up, and I wiped my hands on the napkin which I still had, and I went out. p.499

At twilight, I rose, straightened out my clothes and returned to the chapel. I knelt down and gave Lestat a kiss of unreserved affection, just as I had the night before. I took no notice of anyone and did not even know who was there. p.500

At first I thought my eyes had deceived me, but very quickly I realized the identity of the figure who appeared as the gate opened and closed quietly behind his stiff and ungainly arm. He limbered as he approached, or seemed rather the victim a weariness and a loss of practise at the simple act of walking as he came into the light that fell on the grass below our feet. I was astonished. No one knew his intentions. No one moved. It was Lestat, and he was tattered and dusty as he had been on the chapel floor. No thoughts emanated from him his mind as far as I could figure, and his eyes looked vague and full of exhausting wonder. He stood before us, merely staring, and then as I rose to my feet, scrambled in fact, to embrace him; he came near to me, and whispered in my ear. His voice was faltering and weak from lack of use, and he spoke very softly, his breath just touching my flesh. p.519

#the vampire lestat #the vampire armand #the vampire chronicles #armand #lestat de lioncourt #for reference #quote masterlist #idec i made this for myself #one without whom i could not exist #ive only recently picked the chronicles back up again so expect this to be added to #i made this years ago and only just found it in my drafts #just realised TVL section is incomplete #guess its time for a re-read

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“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letter to Véra (January 19th, 1925)

#vladimir nabokov #persephonediary #letter to Vera #letters #Nabokov #russian writers #russian literature #lovers #hopless romantic #romanticism #romantic dark academia #romantic academia aesthetics #romanticising #love letters

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"I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness."

"My delightful, my love, my life, I don’t understand anything: how can you not be with me? I’m so infinitely used to you that I now feel myself lost and empty: without you, my soul."

"My sweetheart, my love, my love, my love-do you know what–all the happiness of the world, the riches, power and adventures, all the promises of religions, all the enchantment of nature and even human fame are not worth your two letters."

"How can I explain to you, my happiness, my golden, wonderful happiness how much I am all yours."

"I love you, my sun, my life, I love your eyes – closed – all the little tails of your thoughts, your stretchy vowels, your whole soul from head to heels."

"You wrote so well about yourself, my lovely: I saw you."

"My darling, today I love you so sweetly, so joyfully – you don’t know how…I dreamt of you last night – as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me…"

"But if you do not love me, tell me frankly. Sincerity above all! All the same:You are my happiness."

"I’m more than thinking about you – I’m living about you, my love, my happiness…"

"Today I can’t write about anything except my longing for you."

"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? How strange that although my life’s work is moving a pen over paper, I don’t know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation – and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine – mounds of happiness...my inexplicable love."

- Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov//Paintings - Ron Hicks

#letters to vera #vladimir nabokov #love #dark academia #romantic academia #light academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #ron hicks #chaotic academia #classic academia #love quotes

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God’s Holiness and Ours by B.B. Warfield

“But as he who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct.” — 1 Peter 1:15

The first chapter of the First Epistle of Peter ranks with the most precious in the Bible. It opens with a singularly rich and beautiful description of what God has done for us and of the glory of that salvation which he has provided. Peter makes known to his readers that it was not they who chose God, but God who chose them, and that their salvation is not dependent on their own effort but rests on God’s almighty power. The inheritance God has prepared is more splendid than prophets could tell and more glorious than angels could imagine.

As we approach our text, we pass from the contemplation of the glorious inheritance of the saints to the most earnest exhortations to make our calling sure. Peter admonishes us, by the greatness of the hope that is set before us, to a mode of life conformable to it. We must gird up the loins of our minds, be sober and set our hope perfectly on this grace that is to be brought to us at the revelation of our Lord. It is ready for us; it is kept in store for us in heaven. When Christ comes, it will come with Him. Would we be meet for its reception? How then shall we be made meet for it? We are told first negatively, and then positively.

Christ is our King, and we owe him our duty. Not with eye service only nor with grudging honor, but as the very children of obedience we must offer him our willing service. And this service which he demands is summed up broadly in the negative rule that we must be separated wholly from our former evil desires which we followed in the days of our ignorance. Children of the flesh, born in the flesh, we have lived according to the lusts of the flesh. But now that the eyes of our hearts have been opened, we must turn away from evil. This is the negative rule of life. But mere negation brings us nowhere. To separate from sin is not enough; we must go on to positive holiness: “As he which called you is holy, become you also yourselves holy in all manner of living.” Here is the positive rule of life.

Now let us look at this precept somewhat more closely. Observe first, that God proclaims his own holiness. When we call God holy, the central idea in our minds concerns his absolute and complete separation from sin and uncleanness. It is more than sinlessness, though it, of course, includes the idea of sinlessness. It is more than righteousness, wholeness, guilelessness, and purity, though it, of course, includes these also. Holiness is God’s whole, entire, absolute, inconceivable and, therefore, inexpressible completeness and perfection of separation from, opposition to, and ineffable revulsion from all that is in any sense or degree, however small, evil. It is the exhibition of this his glory that he trusts to quicken an unquenchable thirst in us to be like him.

Such is the challenge of the Old Testament. But who can look upon the holy God and not tremble? It is preeminently the holiness of God which constitutes the terror of the Lord, and as often as he appears to men we read the record that they feared a great fear. Does its contemplation not silence our tongues and abase our hearts rather than rouse our endeavors and quicken our efforts? It is but too true that sin and holiness are antagonistic, and that holiness hates sin no less truly than sin hates holiness. Sinful man cannot be incited to holy activity by the sight of holiness; it begets no longing in the heart except a longing to hide.

The very fact of the proposal of God to show us his holiness as an incitement to holiness in us means something, then, of infinite importance to our souls. It means that we are no longer averse to all that is good; no longer God’s enemies but his friends. Peter is addressing here not man as man but Christian men as Christian men. Those to whom he speaks have been bought with a price, have been begotten anew unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Christ from the dead. As God’s sons, they are already like God. He only exhorts them to become more like him. It is only as God’s sons that they could be attracted by the exhibition of his holiness. It is only as God’s sons that they could find in it an incitement. It is only as such that they can hope to attain it. And it is just because we are God’s sons that the exhortation is necessary to us. If we are to call on him as Father, we must vindicate our right to use that ennobling name by living as his children. Thus the very proposal of God to incite us to holiness by the exhibition of his holiness is itself an encouragement to and a pledge of our attainment of it.

God not only exhibits his holiness here as an incitement, but also reveals by that act his gracious and loving purpose with us. We see God here not calling us up to seek communion with him in our own strength, but rather stooping down that he may raise up to that communion. For let us observe that it is, after all, communion with him to which he has summoned us. There can be no communion between the holy and the sinful. He is here beseeching us to hold communion with him, and he is providing the way by which it may be consummated. The Holy God has by the resurrection of Christ from the dead, begotten us again into a living hope, and here he holds out to this already formed hope the incitement of the sight of his holiness as the goal to which we must strive to attain.

In the text, not only is God’s holiness the incitement, but it is also the standard of the holiness for which we are to strive. We are to become holy as God is holy. Of course, the finite cannot attain the infinite, but we are eternally to approach this high and perfect standard. As the unending eons of eternity pass by, we shall grow ever more and more toward that ever-beckoning standard. That is our high destiny, and it is not unfitly described as partaking in the Divine Nature.

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