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The Theater of Insects


Jo Whaley :: Lyropteryx Apollonia, 2008. From: “The Theater of Insects”, published by Chronicle Books. | src l'œil de la photographieandFlickr

Jo Whaley :: Colias Eurydice, 2008. From: “The Theater of Insects”, published by Chronicle Books. | src l'œil de la photographieandFlickr

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I’ve watched “Star VS The Forces of Evil” episodes 15-16 season 4. In the first part of the first episode Star and Marco are getting ready for their trip and saying goodbye to everybody and when everything seems ready, she still comes up with excuses to delay their departure. (Spoilers!) Tom asks her, what’s wrong she can’t tell, but says that she doesn’t want to go. Tom blows up (a little, not like he used to, and he has a reason) and flees and Star goes to Earth and meets Marco (who came home too) and his little sister Mariposa. The second part is about how Star has some thaws, realizes that it’s summer on Earth and she doesn’t have to do anything. She and Marco go to get tacos and meet Jackie there. Marco is nervous and thinks that he was a bad boyfriend, but she assures him that he was and still is a very good friend and she also got a French girlfriend. The first part of the second episode is about the Beach day and yes, again about this photo from the future. Star and Marco have a beach day, finally, make the photo, but Star isn’t happy and goes to ask Father Time about it. It turns out that he didn’t give her this picture, she from the future did (or will do, time paradoxes) and she decides to live it as it is and just have fun with Marco on the beach. The last part is very cool: Marco babysits both Mariposa and Meteora, Hecapoo comes to warn him to stay out of Mewni and accidentally leaves her portal open and both babies go there – to the Neverzone. Star and Marco go to find them and they do find – two amazing and fierce teenage girls, one of whom can use magic and the other is a very good fighter. They don’t want to go with some weird strangers, instead of it they knock them off and try to sell Star as a magic-user to some magical creature in exchange for magic powers for Mariposa. Firstly, this magical creature – Wyscan – is just a fabulous blue-skinned elf with long white hair who can fly and always stands on his toes, secondly, he was going to eat Star with a huge mouth he had on his stomach and Mariposa (with Marco’s persuasion) decides that it’s no good and they fight him and can run away. The funny thing is that Star and Marco were able to make girls go with them after telling them that they have different tasty food in their world (unlike the Hecapoo’s dimension, where they had to eat garlic spiders).


Rompiste, pateaste, destruiste mis alas y finalmente me arrojaste al precipicio sin nada de lo que pudiera aferrarme.

Somos como mariposas que vuelan durante un día pensando que lo harán para siempre.

Carl Sagan

Espero que nuestro sueño duré más que el aleteo de una mariposa y florezca con piel morena en lo alto de una montaña, al sentir la ventisca de tu voz, la luz de tu mirada.

JM Silva

Love your scars and don’t kill the butterfly.

Love your scars and don’t kill the butterfly.


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Urania Ripheus from Peru

I bought this yesterday to create my own space, because:

“Do it for the aesthetic. Do everything for the aesthetic. Aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing, and even it is pointless”

How can you not love this city? #toronto #cruiseview #mariposa #torontoskyline #instagood #instaview

How can you not love this city? #toronto #cruiseview #mariposa #torontoskyline #instagood #instaview #instalike #instagramhub #torontonightlife


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ranking some of barbie movies|10/31|

“The most Beautiful Thing you Can Be is Yourself”

Barbie: Mariposa, 2008

Barbie Butterfly

barbiontheboardwalk:

soft barbie movie scenes

Mr. Buddy Butterfly certainly enjoys his Sage nectar, only in season, of course. #butterfly #purples

Mr. Buddy Butterfly certainly enjoys his Sage nectar, only in season, of course.

#butterfly #purplesage #insects #bugslife #butterflies #flowers #flowersinurbia #floral #flora #fleur #fleuriste #fleuris #mariposa #papillon #kamama #nature #naturephotography #naturelover
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The Theater of Insects


Jo Whaley :: Lyropteryx Apollonia, 2008. From: “The Theater of Insects”, published by Chronicle Books. | src l'œil de la photographieandFlickr

Jo Whaley :: Colias Eurydice, 2008. From: “The Theater of Insects”, published by Chronicle Books. | src l'œil de la photographieandFlickr

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leylinefiction:

Mariposa: Part IV

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Fem!Reader

Rating:Explicit

Summary:This is a four-part prequel to “Dustland Fairytale.” There is no Javier Pena x Reader in this fic; it is strictly a Carrillo x Reader fic. You’re a CIA informant that is trying to build the trust between the newly formed Search Bloc and the CIA/DEA. You just never imagined that falling in love with Colonel Horacio Carrillo was going to be part of the deal.

Warnings: Oh boy, lots of warnings. First 18+ only, DNI. If it was in Narcos, it will most likely be mentioned in here: gun violence, mentions of rape (what happened to Helena), characters dying, grief. Also, Carrillo is married so the relationship between him and the reader is an extramarital affair. This does not have a happy ending.

Tag List: @the-ginger-hedge-witch@vanemando15@1950schick@bellestalesoffiction@frannyzooey@littleone65@harriedandharassed


You wake up in the early hours of the morning. The pale, orange light of sunrise bleeds through the curtains of the bedroom. Horacio is sound asleep on his stomach, an arm thrown out carelessly and draped over your waist. You take a few of these quiet moments to enjoy the view of this man in complete repose. All the tension that lives in his face and frame is nonexistent, and he looks ten years younger. Being able to study him this closely, you notice the threads of silver that are starting to show in his black hair. 

Your fingers barely skim across his skin so you don’t wake him up, tracing the lines of his muscles around his shoulder blade, down his bicep, over his elbow, across his forearm and finally down the back of his hand that is laid across your waist. As your fingers slide between his, you realize he’s not wearing his wedding ring. 

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