Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Say what you will about battling chronic infections in multiple parts of your body but it's cool getting sensory inspiration for a story about a revenant

M'lord, this silk scarf would be so fetching on thy nape— might I be so honored to wrap it around thy divine shoulders?

Scheming advisor who by all appearances looks like he is trying to kill the king, but is actually lusting heavily for the king

You can see me smile even if my mask covers half my face, despite it all my joy is visible and it is radiant

Despite the life I've lived I still have smile lines around my eyes

Why, here you go, my lord, a fresh bottle of water. Oh no need to thank me, my lord, the only thanks I, your humble advisor, needs is to enjoy the pleasure of your wetted lips. Yes, my lord, drink up—

She

Once again thinking of her, one of the Hesperides in Botticelli's Primavera

Coffee

Great are my sorceries, magnificent is my power, it flows through my veins and my body, it is alarmingly itchy

It is a shame I cannot use fell omens and foul portents as an excuse to call out of work

Butches
*Melts into a puddle of butchly affection*

Femmes
*Melts into a puddle of butchly adoration*

Cast out of heaven before admittance
I found you beside the river.
There I learned heaven is not above us,
but the work of love on this earth.

Your fingers dipped in shimmering gold
split a trail down my swollen lips.
Red runs over radiant knuckles
and my chin remains held.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61363669

Lt. Commander Mag Zilber shares in the time honored Starfleet tradition of ship's engineers loving the age of sail. She invites the much older (but new) Romulan officer, Ensign Setak, to the holodeck to experience a part of human history. But it doesn't take long for the two of them to get distracted and the game changes—

U.S.S. T'riall Season 1 Episode 3: Laugh'd to See the Sails Conceived

What does a materialist need mysticism for?

I don't have a good answer for you; however, while describing the interactions of clouds of particles can be beautiful in its own right, I can't help but get lost in the sublime when faced with a golden sunrise or the laughter of an infant when they discover something new. I cannot help making chicken soup as a potion of good health or saying a prayer in the face of agony. Maybe there's no material soul but the universe sees itself through our eyes.