Lady Lilith, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1866–1868

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters - 1x04

It wrinkles my brain that Jupiter’s moon Europa has oceans that are sixty miles deep, while Earth’s oceans only reach seven miles deep at most. I’m willing to bet good money that there’s life in Europa’s oceans. Like five bucks. You hear me, NASA? I bet you five bucks that there’s life on Europa… Now that there’s money and reputation on the line, I bet they send a mission there real quick.

smoking gun

How it started vrs How its going Only Murders in the Building, S01 versus S04

i was forced to sin…………………………………………….

Defending the Akhet Eye

II Peret 17 - 18 [2025]

"Procession of the seven executioners in order to find the Akhet Eye." - The Ancient Egyptian Daybook

The Akhet Eye is a representation of Ra at the horizon - Akhet both references the horizon and the season of Inundation. The seven executioners referenced appear to be the Seven Servants of Sekhmet, sent out into the land to locate the Eye and provide it protection as Ra is reborn unto a new day.

"Procession of the seven executioners in Letopolis. Their fingers are searching for the Akhet Eye in the towns of Iyet and Letopolis." - The Ancient Egyptian Daybook

The start of something new, even if it's something that has or haf happened frequently or often, is fraught with fragility. A single word, a single action, a single moment of "not now" could cause the destruction of it.

The Executioners are there to keep the Eye safe and protected until it can stand on its own two feet, so to speak. Isfet may be all around us and perhaps even surrounding the Eye itself, but the Executioners will keep isfet at bay until the new day, the new season, the new month, the new life can move forward.

February. Cool sheets and warm limbs. Champagne truffles. Lace bras. Long afternoons in the library and evening dance courses. A full agenda. White chocolate. A trace of perfume on a cashmere scarf. Love letters by Woolf and Nabokov. Lipstick kisses on teacups. Evening walks in rosy-cool dusk. Tender sensuality.

A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...

“your poems are too powerful. they’re like snakes. they slither into me, and they coil around my heart, and they squeeze me until I can’t breathe. they are glittering and venomous, and they bite. I got scared, emily. of you, of the way that you grip me, of the way that you poison me.”

sometimes i think about sue saying this to emily and then i have to take a minute to breathe again.