#*domus amoris

[cotccotc]

♡ 1:26 am ; lonely

set in the domus amoris universe !

genre/s: comfort/angst to fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader

wc: ~1.1k

warnings: reader is shorter than hyunjin but that’s all !!

a/n: omg d.a. is back 🤭 jsd i haven’t been able to write for hyunjin for while because of ,,,reasons...... so i’m a little rusty. it’s a wee bit messy and poorly/sleepily edited BUT i hope y’all like it :)

“what do you do when you feel lonely?” you ask. there’d been a brief moment of silence leading up to your question, during which hyunjin put his arm around you, pulling you closer as the two of you stand beside the bedroom window. neither of you could sleep. the sweeping sound of the nightly breeze is tranquil. but it’s not enough.

despite the chill of night, his presence is warm. he’d pressed a kiss against the top of your head, bringing you in to rest it against his chest before you spoke. when you did, his brow furrowed. concern. “lonely?”

“lonely,” you repeat. “like when i’m not around. when it feels like nobody’s around.”

he pauses. he didn’t expect such musings from you. perhaps, he thinks, this is why you were having trouble sleeping. with you under his arm, he begins to sway, gently shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. you wrap your arm around his middle, leaning against him as he guides you from side to side. “well… i’m not sure.” he’s telling the truth. he understands the feeling more than you might expect. “i usually come and find you.” after a beat, he continues. “but sometimes, if i don’t know how to get to you, i’ll try to concentrate on something else. listening to music, drawing, making something...” he trails off, looking at you. your gaze is pointed straight ahead. “lovey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

you blink a few times. you didn’t realize how serious you might have looked. you quickly flash him a forced smile, muttering a hasty “nothing” before turning your head back toward the window. he knows you’re lying. he stays silent for a little while, holding you close to him and continuing to sway. the wind lets out a soft howl. hyunjin worries for you. maybe he’d done something wrong. though, if that is ever to happen - which it very rarely does - you wouldn’t hesitate to tell him about it. there’s too much love and trust between you for such petty discourse.

“i wouldn’t be upset if you told me you were lonely, you know,” he says.

that’s when it clicks. all the tears you couldn’t bring to the surface finally rise to grace your eyes, blurring your view of the navy blue night outside the window. slowly, as the first droplet descends upon your cheek, you turn to face the one you love so dear. his eyes widen.

immediately, hyunjin wraps his arms around you, prompting you to do the same. you can no longer conceal the weight of the remoteness with which your mind has plagued you, letting your sobs emerge in full intensity. there’s something so freeing about being held so tightly - so tenderly - during a time like this. you can do no wrong. you may simply let everything out, molded back into shape by his engulfing presence like clay in the hand of a sculptor. he shuts his eyes tightly, listening to your choked expressions of anguish and feeling as you shudder in his arms.

“i’m sorry,” you mutter into his chest as the intensity of your weeping begins to diminish. “it’s not your fault.”

he pulls you away from him, looking into your eyes with deep sympathy as he holds onto your shoulders. “it’s not yours either. baby, everybody feels lonely. i do, too, when you’re not with me.”

you sniffle, lifting your eyes to look back into his. your hands remain on his waist as you absentmindedly fiddle with the fabric of his t-shirt. you’re vulnerable. “really?” you murmur.

scoffing, he replies, “of course! i’m obsessed with you!” you giggle. that was his aim. he smiles back at you, admiring your features. he loves it when you smile. when all the world grows silent for but a moment, allowing for his favorite soul to shine. the life in your face is pure enough to bring tears to his own eyes. he cups your cheeks with both of his hands, surveying you closer. his smile diminishes, turning urgent. he then continues, “i love you. you know that right?” you nod in response. “good. don’t forget it. and never forget that you’re not alone either. feeling lonely and being alone are two different things. it’s okay to feel lonely sometimes. but as long as i’m alive, i’ll be with you. you’ll never be alone. okay?”

hearing his words and gazing into his honest eyes, your heartbeat comes to a steady pulse. you love him more than anything in the world. he always knows what to say. you sniffle again. “okay.”

“and to prove it to you,” he adds, pointing a finger toward you and taking your hand in his, guiding you back to the foot of the bed. “i promise to hold you all night long. and all day tomorrow, if you’ll let me.” he smiles. though his tone and expression are playful, you’re aware of the truth behind his sentiment.

“you promise?” you ask, a smile forming on your face.

“i promise.” his voice takes on a mockingly villainous persona as he grips onto your waist, quickly pulling you to him in one swift motion. “you’ll never be able to escape my clutches!” his eyes widen to a comedic degree, squinting in playful villainy. but alas, his growing smile does little to hide his inner goodness. his love.

“luckily for you, i’d never want to,” you tease in response. you’ve nearly forgotten that which had kept you awake all this time. he just has a way of making you forget about your troubles. it’s an indescribable gift.

he does his best evil cackle, lowering his voice and puffing out his chest. as he does so, he slowly lets himself fall backward onto the bed, taking you down with him. you let out a small squeal as you land on top of your giggling lover, surprised by his actions. as you join him in his laughter, he raises his hand to pull your face down to his, connecting your lips in a spontaneous, unfeigned expression of his love for you. kissing you is always more of an instinct than a decision. he can’t help it. there’s no other way, in his mind, to express the depth of his emotions toward you. and with each kiss, you accept and reciprocate his affections.

he pulls away, flipping you onto your back with his hands on your hips. as soon as you land, he’s quick to climb on top of you, wrapping himself around your form as if his life depends on it. you let out a full belly laugh, mainly due to the new pressure he’s applied to your body, as he proudly and wickedly exclaims, “you’re MINE!”

so you are. and he is to you as you are to him. he always will be, no matter how lonely you might feel. what he said is true. as long as he’s here, all of your intrusive thoughts are just that: thoughts. there is a clear distinction to be made between what you think and what you know. and, as bouts of laughter arise from both yourself and your predestined beloved, you know that you are truly never, ever alone.

tags: @stayndays, @hanniiesuckle17, @leggomylino, @freckledberries, @kisskissbanggang, @mr-jisung-main, @childofthecosmos, @kpopscape, @skzwriternet, @hyunsins, @sleepylixie, @sunshine-skz, @vera-liscious, @thatrandomoneinthecorner​, @cyberskz​, @seungminsaidsta, @somethingrandomworld, @ethan806, @siedhr​ ( join my tag list !! )

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#districtninewriters #inkidz #skzwritersclub #straykidsland #fluffyskzclub #*fics #*domus amoris #skz #stray kids #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin fluff

[drsnp]

Golf, and fun, for a good cause! Domus Amoris is a family run home for physically and mentally challenged people. They do a great job with people who would otherwise be in a large, cold institution.

#doc ivy #casual trad/ivy #golf #domus amoris #house of love

[meow-minho]

Hello everybody!

As promised, since I have reached 100 followers last week, I made a list of my favourite authors on here and my favourite pieces of theirs. The authors are listed in no particular order, but I made sure to write a tiny description of each writings to give some indications.

Thank you for following me and enjoy!

☕️ @binniesthighs ✏️ Call Me Babydoll (on going series) ONE | TWO [bangchan x fem!reader ; bodyguard/secret agent!reader ; prince!chan ; that thing is intense but hilarious]

☕️ @lilixeu ✏️Lap [hyunjin x fem!reader ; been thinking about it since I read it]

☕️ @luminois ✏️ Each of their love language and how they express it [all skz members ; headcanon ; just very fluffy]

☕️ @sailorhyunjinz ✏️ Stress Relief [felix x fem!reader ; mommy kink ; 929 words ; it's how i discovered i have a thing for baby boys]

☕️ @formidxble ✏️ 01:52 AM [bangchan x gn!reader ; pure fluff and butterflies in the stomach]

☕️ @redslvt ✏️their whole blog??? like, my favourite thing is their answers to anons' hard thoughts

☕️ @gothicstay ✏️ A night to remember (on going series) [dilf!bangchan x gn!reader ; extra fluff and dad!chan, it's all i need] ONE |

☕️ @filthfix ✏️ Floored [hyunjin x fem!reader ; 1.3k of dance pratice room sex]

☕️ @peachskz ✏️ Minho Showing Affection To His S/O In Front Of Skz [lee know x gn!reader; it's actually an answer to an ask ; so much fluff]

☕️ @moonlit-han ✏️ More beautiful than the art [bangchan x fem!reader ; best friends to lovers au ; 2k of pure fluff and blushing chan]

☕️ @98skz ✏️ mirror sex [bangchan x fem!reader ; this is an answer to a hard thought ; but it's just so so well written]

☕️ @hyunsluvv ✏️ Bracelets [hyunjin x gn!reader ; pure fluff]

☕️ @cotccotc/@childofthecycle ✏️ Domus Amoris Universe [hyunjin x gn!reader ; un-offical series]

☕️ @crispbang ✏️ SKZ seeing you suck a lollipop [all members ; headcanon ; woke up my vicious side]

☕️ @changlix-mp4 ✏️ Dry humping [banchan x !reader ; filth, just filth]

☕️ @sir3racha ✏️ 8:39pm [bangchan x felix x fem!reader ; threesome ; mommy kink]

☕️ @moonlit-lixie ✏️ Sucking on Felix's fingers [felix x gn!reader ; this was an hard thought to begin with]

☕️ @binniesbrat ✏️ Tiddies [felix x gn!reader ; nipple play]

☕️ @ohmysparkle ✏️ Overstimulated [hyunjin x fem!reader ; headcanon ; so hot oml]

☕️ @milkym00n ✏️ Strawberry Cream [hyunjin x fem!reader ; reader is minho's sister]

☕️ @hyunyin ✏️ Thigh riding [hyunjin x gn!reader ; rosie even put visuals for your own pleasure]

☕️ @lavenderbexlatte ✏️ the whole blog tbh

☕️ @hanflix ✏️ and they were roommates [lee know x fem!reader ; one of the first things i read from this blog and it's been stuck in my head since then]

☕️ @hyunjeonnies ✏️ SKZ doing no nut november [all members ; it's just so funny to read]

☕️ @mochinnie ✏️ isa is really good at headcanons and most to leasts, so i'm linking her entire masterlist

☕️ @popisdead ✏️ the sun will rise, and we will try again [lee know x fem!reader ; friends to lovers au, roommates to lovers au, soulmates au, angst ; 12k]

#masterlist #followers milestone celebration #skz fluff #skz smut #skz scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut

[chaninfused]

Oooh omf- i need to rec @cotccotc 's Domus Amoris series and her newest Felix fic Affectionate Confections! ❤️

thank you, I’ll check them out! 🤸🏻

send me your fic recs!

#farashat 🦋 #sundooq 💌

[tinyshe]

Gregorian chant - Benedictine Nuns of St. Cecilia's Abbey - Litaniae Sacratissimi Cordis Iesu: Kyrie, eleison. Christe, eleison. Kyrie, eleison. Christe, audi nos. Christe, exaudi nos. Pater de caelis, Deus, miserere nobis. Fili, Redemptor mundi, Deus, miserere nobis. Spiritus Sancte, Deus, miserere nobis. Sancta Trinitas, unus Deus, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, Filii Patris aeterni, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, in sinu Virginis Matris, a Spiritu Sancto formatum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, Verbo Dei substantialiter unitum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, maiestatis infinitae, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, templum Dei sanctum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, tabernaculum Altissimi, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, domus Dei et porta caeli, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, fornax ardens caritatis, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, iustitiae et amoris receptaculum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, bonitate et amore plenum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, virtutum omnium abyssus, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, omni laude dignissimum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, rex et centrum omnium cordium, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, in quo sunt omnes thesauri sapientiae et scientiae, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, in quo habitat omnis plenitudo, divinitatis, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, in quo Pater sibi bene complacuit, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, de cuius plenitudine omnes nos accepimus, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, desiderium collium aeternorum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, patiens et multae misericordiae, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, dives in omnes qui invocant te, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, fons vitae et sanctitatis, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, propitiatio pro peccatis nostris, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, saturatum opprobriis, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, attritum propter scelera nostra, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, usque ad mortem obediens factum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, lancea perforatum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, fons totius consolationis, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, vita et resurrectio nostra, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, pax et reconciliatio nostra, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, victima peccatorum, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, salus in te sperantium, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, spes in te morientium, miserere nobis. Cor Iesu, deliciae Sanctorum omnium, miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, parce nobis, Domine. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, exaudi nos, Domine. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis. V. Iesu, mitis et humilis corde, R. Fac cor nostrum secundum Cor tuum. Oremus. Omnipotens sempiterne Deus, respice in Cor dilectissimi Filii tui, et in laudes et satisfactiones, quas in nomine peccatorum tibi persolvit, iisque misericordiam tuam petentibus tu veniam concede placatus, in nomine eiusdem Filii tui Iesu Christi: Qui tecum vivit et regnat in saecula saeculorum. R. Amen.

#catholic #chant #litany of sacred heart #latin chant #benedictine nuns #st cecilia abbey

[snieznooka]

Główną bohaterką książki „Pruskie baby” jest Edyta Prusko, kobieta sukcesu trudniąca się tłumaczeniem literatury kryminalnej.  Bohaterka ma męża, co prawda zaledwie od dwóch lat, ale już nie układa im się najlepiej. Rafał jest raczej leniwy, pracuje w korporacji i jakoś średnio się stara zapewnić żonie miłosne amory i uniesienia, których potrzebuje. Edyta czuje, że wybór małżonka nie należał do najtrafniejszych, jest jej przykro i czuje, że jej małżeństwo to porażka. Nie jest szczęśliwa i potrzebuje oderwania od jej rzeczywistości. To małżeństwo na dobrą sprawę nie istnieje, mijają się i rzadko rozmawiają. Edyta ostała wychowana w kochającym domu i trudno jej patrzeć na to, co się dzieje w jej własnym. Decyduje się na odsapnięcie od wszystkiego i spędzenie świąt Wielkiej Nocy osobno. On zostanie z mamusią, a ona wyjedzie w rodzinne strony, na Podlasie. Okazuje się, że szanowny małżonek Rafał nie jest aż tak ciepłą kluchą i zamiast zająć się swoją żoną, myśli tylko o koleżance, Uli. Co się dzieje, kiedy decyduje się zaprosić ją na drinka? Następnego dnia okazuje się, że Urszula została zamordowana, a głównym podejrzanym okazuje się Rafał, który po raz ostatni widział ją żywą. Kto zabił kobietę? Czy maminsynek jest do tego zdolny? 🏙🏙🏙 #bookalicious #bookstagramit #bookstagrampl #bookstagrammers #bookaddicted #booksandshares #książki #książka #ksiazkoholizm #ksiazkoholik #ksiazkoholiczka #readingislife #bookishlove #bookislife #photobook #bookishgirl #picturebook #thebookstagram #bookstagramfeatures #bookblogger #polskiebookstagramy #mybookfeatures #polishbookstagram #instaksiążka #snieznooka #wydawnictwovectra #pruskiebaby #malgorzatastarosta (w: Bytom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAXfJ2MJQRM/?igshid=252gopbaaq0a

#bookalicious #bookstagramit #bookstagrampl #bookstagrammers #bookaddicted #booksandshares #książki #książka #ksiazkoholizm #ksiazkoholik #ksiazkoholiczka #readingislife #bookishlove #bookislife #photobook #bookishgirl #picturebook #thebookstagram #bookstagramfeatures #bookblogger #polskiebookstagramy #mybookfeatures #polishbookstagram #instaksiążka #snieznooka #wydawnictwovectra #pruskiebaby #malgorzatastarosta

[freedomtripitaly]

Dove la bellezza è coniugata all’infinito, esistono luoghi e città che brillano al tramonto e risplendono durante meravigliose aurore tra paesaggi suggestivi e il fascino di essere piccoli e preziosi borghi. L’Itinerario Romantico all’insegna della Bellezza, percorso di promozione turistica realizzato da Confcommercio Pesaro e Urbino / Marche Nord, è un tuffo al cuore e una rinascita per l’anima innamorata: preparatevi a un viaggio made in Italy dove il vostro lato più romantico, sarà un perfetto cicerone. Dopo essere stato presentato a Parigi in occasione della Republique l’Italian Travel Workshop organizzato da Comitel, verrà presentato anche al Tttg di Rimini. Tramonto a Gabicce Mare, Ph. Alesem (iStock) L’itinerario parte da Gabicce Mare, località Bandiera Blu sul mare Adriatico, porta d’ingresso alla regione Marche: una perla incastonata fra il mare e le pendici del Parco Regionale del Monte San Bartolo. Una spiaggia fine, corollata da sentieri collinari fioriti di ginestre e la falesia a strapiombo sul mare, con piccole insenature come la splendida Baia di Vallugola. Una cena sul mare ascoltando la leggenda di Valbruna, l’Atlantide dell’Adriatico, una piccola città sommersa proprio davanti alla Baia e il giorno dopo una passeggiata a Gabicce Monte, tra profumi e sapori delicati, piccolo borgo da percorrere mano nella mano fino a raggiungere San Bartolo, fermarsi sul “tetto del mondo” al tramonto quando il sole si accovaccia nel mare, e baciarsi davanti a uno dei panorami più belli d’Italia che si perde all’infinito, dal mare agli Appennini. A due passi da Gabicce c’è il Castello dell’amore, all’interno del borgo fortificato di Gradara: qui è dove si è consumata la tragica storia di Paolo e Francesca, quella parte del cuore che tutti noi abbiamo patito, narrata da Dante nella Divina Commedia. Lungo i vicoli del posto e all’interno delle mura, tutto è impregnato di questa eterna e misteriosa passione che ha unito i due giovani nel 1289, se vi spostate un po’ più in là, trovate la Scalinata dell’amore di Elio Fiorucci e arriverete fino alla rocca, dove vi sentirete protagonisti di uno degli amori più forti di tutta la nostra cultura letteraria. Ponte di Fossombrone Ph. Buffy1982 (iStock) Lasciata Gradara, si raggiunge Fossombrone, sul fiume Metauro, “il più antico d’Italia”. Nel cuore della Corte Alta, nei locali oggi in parte occupati dalla Pinacoteca e dal Museo Archeologico un’altra grande storia d’amore si è consumata, quella tra Guidobaldo da Montefeltro ed Elisabetta Gonzaga. Una di quelle storie da prendere come esempio per la vita, una legame indissolubile ammirato da tutti e cantato dai poeti: ma la malattia, inesorabile, è riuscita purtroppo a dividerli. Guidobaldo, a soli 35 anni dopo essere stato invalidato, ha dovuto lasciare tragicamente la sua metà; da allora Fossombrone è città dell’amore e della bellezza e gli rende omaggio in occasione della Giornata Internazionale dei Musei con una visita guidata ai luoghi de “L’amore ai tempi di Guidobaldo e Elisabetta”. Da qui si sale alla città di Cagli, di origini antichissime e diventata negli anni centro commerciale, produttivo e artistico tra i più importanti delle Marche. Chiese ricche di opere d’arte, meravigliosi palazzi che nascondo bellezze impreviste, fanno da cornice ad un altro legame: nel 1826, si consumò una grande storia d’amore tra Lucia Ugolinucci e il dottor Vincenzo Piccinini e oggi è possibile visitare tutti i luoghi che hanno fatto da sfondo a questa passione. Cagli, Ph. double_p (iStock) Il viaggio prosegue nell’Alta valle del fiume Metauro a Sant’Angelo in Vado, una delle città più ricche di storia, arte e cultura della provincia: per chi lo adora, è la capitale del tartufo per tutto l’anno. Verso la fine degli anni ’90 è venuto alla luce un tesoro unico nel suo genere: la Domus del Mito, residenza gentilizia romana del primo secolo d.C. Secondo la leggenda popolare, è un omaggio degli Dei per celebrare l’amore contrastato, ma forte e bruciante, tra il ricco romano Mennenio e la povera celtica Nicia. La leggenda narra anche che il tartufo bianco e nero sia proprio il simbolo della differenza culturale di un amore che non ha visto confini nonostante le difficoltà: qui in molti vengono a lasciare in consegna alla Domus le loro pene d’amore, pregando, raccogliendosi in un rigoroso silenzio, regalando un pensiero o un gesto, in attesa di una risposta. La Terra Benedetta dagli Dei sembra essere il luogo ideale dove sentirsi meno soli, ma anche il posto dove non avere paura di chiedere un emozionante e immenso amore come quelli raccontati in questo itinerario o semplicemente promettersi eterno amore in una cornice così magica: in coppia o da soli, lasciate la valigia mezza vuota, la riempirete di emozioni che non scorderete facilmente. Sant’Angelo in Vado, Ph.Joergsam (Wikipedia) https://ift.tt/30Vnd9X L’itinerario più romantico nella bellezza di Pesaro e Urbino Dove la bellezza è coniugata all’infinito, esistono luoghi e città che brillano al tramonto e risplendono durante meravigliose aurore tra paesaggi suggestivi e il fascino di essere piccoli e preziosi borghi. L’Itinerario Romantico all’insegna della Bellezza, percorso di promozione turistica realizzato da Confcommercio Pesaro e Urbino / Marche Nord, è un tuffo al cuore e una rinascita per l’anima innamorata: preparatevi a un viaggio made in Italy dove il vostro lato più romantico, sarà un perfetto cicerone. Dopo essere stato presentato a Parigi in occasione della Republique l’Italian Travel Workshop organizzato da Comitel, verrà presentato anche al Tttg di Rimini. Tramonto a Gabicce Mare, Ph. Alesem (iStock) L’itinerario parte da Gabicce Mare, località Bandiera Blu sul mare Adriatico, porta d’ingresso alla regione Marche: una perla incastonata fra il mare e le pendici del Parco Regionale del Monte San Bartolo. Una spiaggia fine, corollata da sentieri collinari fioriti di ginestre e la falesia a strapiombo sul mare, con piccole insenature come la splendida Baia di Vallugola. Una cena sul mare ascoltando la leggenda di Valbruna, l’Atlantide dell’Adriatico, una piccola città sommersa proprio davanti alla Baia e il giorno dopo una passeggiata a Gabicce Monte, tra profumi e sapori delicati, piccolo borgo da percorrere mano nella mano fino a raggiungere San Bartolo, fermarsi sul “tetto del mondo” al tramonto quando il sole si accovaccia nel mare, e baciarsi davanti a uno dei panorami più belli d’Italia che si perde all’infinito, dal mare agli Appennini. A due passi da Gabicce c’è il Castello dell’amore, all’interno del borgo fortificato di Gradara: qui è dove si è consumata la tragica storia di Paolo e Francesca, quella parte del cuore che tutti noi abbiamo patito, narrata da Dante nella Divina Commedia. Lungo i vicoli del posto e all’interno delle mura, tutto è impregnato di questa eterna e misteriosa passione che ha unito i due giovani nel 1289, se vi spostate un po’ più in là, trovate la Scalinata dell’amore di Elio Fiorucci e arriverete fino alla rocca, dove vi sentirete protagonisti di uno degli amori più forti di tutta la nostra cultura letteraria. Ponte di Fossombrone Ph. Buffy1982 (iStock) Lasciata Gradara, si raggiunge Fossombrone, sul fiume Metauro, “il più antico d’Italia”. Nel cuore della Corte Alta, nei locali oggi in parte occupati dalla Pinacoteca e dal Museo Archeologico un’altra grande storia d’amore si è consumata, quella tra Guidobaldo da Montefeltro ed Elisabetta Gonzaga. Una di quelle storie da prendere come esempio per la vita, una legame indissolubile ammirato da tutti e cantato dai poeti: ma la malattia, inesorabile, è riuscita purtroppo a dividerli. Guidobaldo, a soli 35 anni dopo essere stato invalidato, ha dovuto lasciare tragicamente la sua metà; da allora Fossombrone è città dell’amore e della bellezza e gli rende omaggio in occasione della Giornata Internazionale dei Musei con una visita guidata ai luoghi de “L’amore ai tempi di Guidobaldo e Elisabetta”. Da qui si sale alla città di Cagli, di origini antichissime e diventata negli anni centro commerciale, produttivo e artistico tra i più importanti delle Marche. Chiese ricche di opere d’arte, meravigliosi palazzi che nascondo bellezze impreviste, fanno da cornice ad un altro legame: nel 1826, si consumò una grande storia d’amore tra Lucia Ugolinucci e il dottor Vincenzo Piccinini e oggi è possibile visitare tutti i luoghi che hanno fatto da sfondo a questa passione. Cagli, Ph. double_p (iStock) Il viaggio prosegue nell’Alta valle del fiume Metauro a Sant’Angelo in Vado, una delle città più ricche di storia, arte e cultura della provincia: per chi lo adora, è la capitale del tartufo per tutto l’anno. Verso la fine degli anni ’90 è venuto alla luce un tesoro unico nel suo genere: la Domus del Mito, residenza gentilizia romana del primo secolo d.C. Secondo la leggenda popolare, è un omaggio degli Dei per celebrare l’amore contrastato, ma forte e bruciante, tra il ricco romano Mennenio e la povera celtica Nicia. La leggenda narra anche che il tartufo bianco e nero sia proprio il simbolo della differenza culturale di un amore che non ha visto confini nonostante le difficoltà: qui in molti vengono a lasciare in consegna alla Domus le loro pene d’amore, pregando, raccogliendosi in un rigoroso silenzio, regalando un pensiero o un gesto, in attesa di una risposta. La Terra Benedetta dagli Dei sembra essere il luogo ideale dove sentirsi meno soli, ma anche il posto dove non avere paura di chiedere un emozionante e immenso amore come quelli raccontati in questo itinerario o semplicemente promettersi eterno amore in una cornice così magica: in coppia o da soli, lasciate la valigia mezza vuota, la riempirete di emozioni che non scorderete facilmente. Sant’Angelo in Vado, Ph.Joergsam (Wikipedia) L’Itinerario Romantico all’insegna della Bellezza nelle Marche, è un tuffo al cuore: preparatevi a un viaggio Made in Italy indimenticabile.

[cotccotc]

♡ 3:24 am ; paranoid

set in the domus amoris universe !

genre/s: comfort, angst, fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader

wc: ~1.6k

warnings: use of petnames (lovey, baby)

a/n: this is based on “paranoid” by lauv :))) it has a similar format to “forevermore” from this series but with a lot more elaboration !! it’s been a bit challenging to think of ways to write for him lately, but this is an idea i’ve had for a while now so... i tried </3 lol. i hope u enjoy it despite the sad bits oops :DDD

‘ smile when you're sleeping

wonder who you're dreaming of ’

he’s always loved watching you as you sleep. if able, he stays up until whenever it might be that you finally drift off. as your hands remain tightly wrapped around his body, your face aglow from the kaleidoscopical light streaming into the bedroom through the blinds, he watches and listens to you breathe. in, out. in, out. your chest inflates and diminishes with each deep, restful breath. your face rests in the palm of his hand. observing you intently, he notices as the corners of your lips begin to curl. a smile. endearing, entrancing… unnerving. he hopes you’re dreaming of something pleasant. something you might share with him come morning. he hopes you’re dreaming of him. he hopes, he prays.

but what if it isn’t? his heartbeat hastens.

‘ after all of these nights, laying right by your side

how could my brain make me feel so far? ’

maybe it’s selfish, he ponders, to be thinking this way. to assume the worst. to wonder if there’s someone you could be fantasizing about that isn’t him. it’s unfair. for all he knows, you could be dreaming of something unrelated entirely. he runs his thumb over your cheekbone, grazing the soft skin on your face with such adoration. such love. like he’s done so many times before. and yet, he believes that you deserve better. more. he always has. and he hates himself for it.

‘ maybe it's a case of paranoia

nervous that i'll never really know ya ’

he believes knows you inside and out; frontways and backways; from top to bottom and everything in between. that’s what you tell him, too. you tell it to him all the time. and he tells you the same. because it’s true. in some ways, you know him more than he knows himself. sometimes, when he’s unsure of who he is, all it takes is one look at you to bring his feet back onto the ground. and yet, in these mid-morning moments, he falls prey to doubt. maybe it’s him. that’s what he thinks. maybe it’s just the way his mind works. almost as if a self-inflicted disease is eating away at his subconscious, doubtful thoughts infiltrating his mind against his will. it’s a consuming feeling.

you let out a bit of a sigh. your eyes blink open, straining to focus on your lover’s face in front of you. he feels terrible for waking you. but you don’t know that.

“you’re awake,” you murmur, voice raspy and quiet. 

“mhm,” he hums.

“why?”

he’s taken aback by the question. unsure of how to respond. you look so adorable to him. heavy-eyed and somnolent. “it’s nothing. go back to sleep,” he says. it’s not nothing. but he’s embarrassed. why is he embarrassed? it’s you. he shouldn’t be embarrassed. and yet, he is.

“are you sure?” you ask, letting out an involuntary yawn. he’s so enamored by you. you don’t even realize it, because how could you? he looks toward you so fondly. with such endearment. he wants to tell you everything that’s on his mind. but he just can’t.

“i’m sure,” he reassures you. he places his hand upon your cheek, holding your face in his hand as if that’s what it was made to do. it always seems to fit so perfectly. he flashes a meek, forced half-smile at you. you know he’s lying.

instead of refuting his response, you decide not to push. you know he has moments of self-doubt and what he would consider weakness. and you know it’s not his fault. more so than anything, you know that you love him. so, you sit up, elbow propped up against the mattress. you turn on the lamp sitting upon your bedside table, illuminating the room with a dim, creamy tint. you rest your hand upon your lover’s chest and lean into him. he brings his hands to cup your face, pulling you closer. you kiss each other tenderly. his lips waltz across yours, just as they always do; smooth, sultry, with a twinge of honey-like sweetness. you love to kiss his bottom lip, gently tugging at it with your own. and you know he loves it too. especially as it prompts him to thread his fingers through your hair, passionately pulling you even closer to him and kissing you even deeper. you sink into his touch. this isn’t lust. it’s familiarity. it’s healing. it’s the only thing that speaks louder than words. it’s love.

he takes a small, shaky breath, breaking away from you. a single tear droplet emerges from the corner of his eye as he looks up at you.

his lip quivers. your heart breaks.

“i love you,” you whisper, swiping the tear off of his cheek. you lay back down beside him, head resting on his shoulder as you caress his face with the tips of your fingers. you place a soft kiss against his cheek, wanting nothing more than to be impossibly close to him; absorbing his emotions and freeing him from whatever might be troubling him.

“i know that…” he trails off, unable to connect his eyes with yours. “but…” he screws them shut, raising his palm to cover them as his lips contort themselves.

he’s crying.

“i know that,” he repeats. but this time, he sounds angry. angry with himself. he knows that you love him. and he’s ashamed that his brain could ever make him think otherwise.

you don’t know what else to do other than hold him, wrapping your arms around his form. “baby,” you mutter, almost inaudibly. a tear of your own taunts your waterline. you hate seeing him like this. especially when seemingly unprovoked. you know he’s been listening to the voices in the back of his mind again. it’s plain to see.

“i just-” he starts, cut off by his own convulsions. in between sobs and shallow breaths, he stammers, “i… i don’t…” when he realizes he’s unable to release a full sentence, his face turning a harsh shade of red and his eyes wired shut, he reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist and pulls himself closer to you. he places his head against your chest. “i don’t know…”

you stay like this for a few minutes. he shudders against you, choked sobs escaping the lips from which he’s always complimented you, called for you, kissed you… it’s painful to listen to. and even more disheartening to see. as he settles down, you continue to stroke his hair, running your fingertips along his scalp to soothe him. he learns to breathe with you. with every inhale, he mimics the feeling. in, out. in, out. though shaky still, his sobs turn to sniffles and his convulsions fade into calm.

eventually, he looks up at you. his eyes are puffy, similarly to the state in which he wakes, though they remain slightly pink-tinted and dampened from the strain of his tears. “i love you, too,” he mumbles. “and i’m sorry.”

“sorry?” you repeat, confused. “lovey...” you tuck a few strands of pitch-dark hair behind his ear. the skin is still red from emotion and embarrassment.  “you have nothing to be sorry about.”

he looks away, shifting around to get even more comfortable against you. his arms are still wrapped around your figure, fingers gently toying with the fabric of your shirt as a means of distraction. after a pause, he continues. “i’m sorry that i get so scared.” he sniffles, drained from weeping so intensely. he sounds stuffy. it would almost be endearing if he wasn’t so distraught.

‘ but baby, i love you

and baby, i’d love to

not be… ’

“it’s not your fault,” you assure him. you know how he feels. with each new day waking up beside him, you’re met with a sense of unworthiness. he’s just so lovely. and he makes you feel like nobody’s ever made you feel before. knowing him and loving him are truly your greatest pleasures in life. sometimes, you even feel selfish for keeping him so close to your heart. it’s as if you hold onto his hands as tightly as you do to prevent him from letting go. as if your grip on his waist whenever he hovers atop your frame is not just an expression of want, but of need. as if at a moment’s notice, he could find someone better than you; someone more deserving of his loving gaze, his angelic laugh, the honor of lulling him to sleep with kisses and reciprocative sentiments of endearment… someone more deserving of the opportunity to love him. still, he feels the same way about you. and you can never quite comprehend the reason why.

“i know. but i wish it would just go away.” he pauses, still fiddling with your top. 

“i do too,” you mutter.

he then sits up, readjusting to lay his head down beside your neck. his hand settles upon your stomach, thumb lightly rubbing your skin through the thin layer of cotton. his lips brush against your neck, barely touching it at all. so delightful. your fingers remain entwined in his lustrous tresses. “promise...” he begins, whispering into your skin before finally pressing his lips against you. his voice ripples through your mind like a wave. he speaks with such purity. such sincerity. such need. “you’ll stay with me.” he breaks away, looking straight into your eyes. you look right back into his.

“i promise.”

“...forever?” he adds, stifling a smile. he has to be sure.

you tease him. “will you stay with me forever?”

he snaps out of his almost-contentedness, a serious expression taking shape upon his winsome face once more. “i promise,” he confirms. “i promise, baby. i will.”

“then i will, too.” you smile, gently pecking his lips with yours. as his eyes flutter open once again, blinking intently, he smiles. a wide-eyed, rosy-cheeked, ever-precious smile. the smile for which your heart beats. the smile that only you can evoke, reserved simply for moments such as these. maybe you do deserve it after all. and maybe, he thinks, he deserves the evocation.

‘ ...paranoid. ’

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11th April >> (@Zenitenglish) #PopeFrancis #Pope Francis Address to Participants in International Conference on Human Trafficking: ‘Trafficking Constitutes an Unjustifiable Violation of the Freedom and Dignity of the Victim’. (Full Text)

Below is the Vatican-provided text of the address Pope Francis gave to participants of the International Conference on Human Trafficking: ‘A wound on the body of contemporary humanity’, organized by the Migrants and Refugees Section of the Dicastery for Promoting Integral Human Development (8-11 April, Fraterna Domus, Sacrofano) on the occasion of the concluding session:

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Dear brothers and sisters, good morning!

I am pleased to meet you at the end of your conference dedicated to the implementation of the Pastoral Guidelines on Human Trafficking, published by the Migrants and Refugees Section of the Dicastery for Promoting Integral Human Development, and approved by me. I thank Fr. Michael Czerny for the words he addressed to me on behalf of all the participants.

“I came that they may have life and have it abundantly” (Jn 10: 10). This phrase of the Gospel of John summarizes Jesus’ mission: to offer life in fullness to all men and women of every age, according to the plan of the Father. The Son of God made Himself man to show to all human beings the way of fulfilment of their humanity, in conformity with the uniqueness and unrepeatability of each one.

Unfortunately the world at present is sadly marked by situations that hinder the fulfilment of this mission. As highlighted in the Pastoral Orientations on Human Trafficking, “our times have witnessed a growth of individualism and egocentricity, attitudes that tend to regard others through a lens of cool utility, valuing them according to criteria of convenience and personal benefit” (17).

It is essentially that tendency to commodify the other, which I have repeatedly denounced[1]. Human trafficking is among the most dramatic manifestations of this commodification. In its many forms, it constitutes a wound “on the body of contemporary humanity” [2], a profound scourge in the humanity of those who suffer it and those who implement it. Indeed, trafficking disfigures the humanity of the victim, offending his freedom and dignity. But, at the same time, it dehumanizes those who perform it, denying them access to “life in abundance”. Finally, trafficking seriously damages humanity as a whole, tearing apart the human family and the Body of Christ.

Trafficking – we were saying – constitutes an unjustifiable violation of the freedom and dignity of the victims, constitutive dimensions of the human being wanted and created by God. It is therefore to be considered a crime against humanity[3]. The same gravity, by analogy, must be attributed to all forms of contempt for the freedom and dignity of any human being, compatriots or foreigners.

Those who are guilty of this crime damage not only others, but also themselves. Indeed, each one of us is created to love and take care of the other, and this reaches its apex in the gift of self: “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends” (Jn 15: 13). In the relationship we establish with others we put our humanity in play, approaching or distancing ourselves from the model of the human being as wanted by God the Father and revealed in the Son incarnate. Therefore, every choice contrary to the realization of God’s plan for us is a betrayal of our humanity and a renouncement of the “life in abundance” offered by Jesus Christ.

All the actions that aim to restore and promote our humanity and that of others are in line with the mission of the Church, as a continuation of Jesus Christ’s salvific mission. And this missionary value is evident in the struggle against all forms of trafficking and in commitment towards the redemption of the survivors; a struggle and a commitment that also have beneficial effects on our own humanity, opening the way to the fullness of life, the ultimate aim of our existence.

Your presence, dear brothers and sisters, is a tangible sign of the commitment that many local Churches have generously assumed in this pastoral field. The numerous initiatives that place you in the front line in preventing trafficking, protecting survivors and prosecuting perpetrators are worthy of admiration. I feel I must express special thanks to the many religious congregations who have worked – and continue to work, also as network – as the “avant-garde” of the missionary action of the Church against every form of trafficking.

Much has been done and is being done, but there remains much yet to do. Faced with a phenomenon as complex and obscure as human trafficking, it is essential to ensure the coordination of various pastoral initiatives, both at local and international level. The offices provided by the local Churches, religious congregations and Catholic organizations are called to share experiences and knowledge, and to unite forces in a synergistic action involving the countries of origin, transit and destination, and the people who are objects of trafficking.

To make its action more suitable and effective, the Church must know how to benefit from the help of other political and social actors. The stipulation of structured collaboration with institutions and other organizations of civil society will be a guarantee of more incisive and lasting results.

I thank you from the heart for what you are doing to help so many of our brothers and sisters, innocent victims of the commodification of the human person. I encourage you to continue in this mission, often risky and anonymous, but precisely for this reason irrefutable proof of your gratuitous giving.

Through the intercession of Saint Josephine Bakhita, reduced to slavery as a child, bought and sold, but who was then freed and flourished in fullness as a daughter of God, I invoke abundant blessings upon all of you and those who are engaged in the struggle against trafficking. I assure you of my remembrance in prayer. And you, please, do not forget to pray for me!

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[1] Cf Address to participants in the Plenary of the Pontifical Council for Culture, 7 February 2015; General Audience, 22 April 2015; Post-Synodal Apostolic Exhortation Amoris laetitia, 54; Address to members of the Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission, 21 September 2017.

[2] Address to participants in the International Conference on Human Trafficking, 10 April 2014.

[3] Cf Address to a group of new Ambassadors on the occasion of the presentation of their Credential Letters, 12 December 2013; Address to the Delegation of the International Association of Penal Law, 23 October 2014; Message to participants in the Conference on Human Trafficking organized by the “Santa Marta Group”, 30-31 October 2015; Address to participants in the meeting on Human Trafficking promoted by “RENATE”, 7 November 2016; Word sto participants in the IV World Prayer Day against Human Trafficking, 12 February 2018; Pre-Synodal Meeting with young people, 19 March 2018; Video Message to participants in the Second International Forum on Modern Slavery, 5-8 May 2018; Address to participants in the Plenary Assembly of the Pontifical Academy of Sciences, 12 November 2018; Greeting to members of the Galileo Foundation, 8 February 2019.

[Vatican-provided text] [Original text: Italian]

11th APRIL 2019 16:08POPE AND HOLY SEE

[a-ja-necki]

Na początek kiepskie zarobki, durna robota, ale rozkręcał się! Poznawał ludzi. Ludzie poznawali jego. Stał się lubianym, i jednocześnie pożądanym przez płeć piękną pracownikiem. Niejednokrotnie budziło to zazdrość zarówno wśród mężczyzn jak i kobiet. Zaangażowany. Chciał się rozwijać, wierząc w utopijność sloganów wmawianym mu i reszcie załogi przez Dyrektora.

Lubił to. Lubił czuć na sobie spojrzenia kobiet. Lubił kobiety. A one lubiły jego. Jednak tylko je lubił. Bawiły go sytuacje, kiedy co niektóre wyobrażamły sobie to i owo z jego udziałem. Widział to w ich oczach. Patrzył im w oczy i czytał te książki. Kartkował każdą myśl ktora przeszła przez te oczy w momencie rozmowy. Wiedział, widział i bawiło go to. Adorował je, ale tylko adorował. To nie były kobiety, przy których czuł by się dobrze. Z którymi mogło by go coś łączyć. Fantazje. Tyle. Kropka. I czytanie. Czytanie i czytanie. Nie bawił się nimi, lecz sprawiało mu wielką frajdę kiedy widział na kolejnej stronie którejś z książek opis scen z jego udziałem. Niby grzeczne, a w głowie PornTube. Ale tylko w głowie. I w oczach.

Wszystkie były takie same. Wszystkie są takie same. Rozgadane, adorujące, wyobrażające sobie to i owo. Wyzywające. Wręcz obrzydliwie wyzywające. Bawiło go kiedy widział tych wszystkich facetów złowionych na te amory. Bawiło go kiedy odwracały się na pięcie i odchodziły bez słowa. Albo szukały pomocy wśród koleżanek właśnie wtedy, kiedy zorientowały się, że facet którego tak łowiły, przed którym roztaczały swój sexapeal, myślami jest już z nimi w łóżku. Bawiło go to a jednocześnie przerażało. Czuł wstręt do tych kobiet , a jednocześnie chciał przyłożyć każdemu z tych facetów. Za gwałt w myślach. Za gwałt na dziewczynach które dobrze znał.

Ale z drugiej strony co oni winni. Owszem, czasem trafił się jeden z drugim, który winny był. Banda buraków i kretynów nie mających w domu nawet lustra. Banda idiotów. Ale wygadanych. Wygadanych bardziej niż on...

#story

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Uwaga, artykuł przeznaczony jest dla osób dorosłych.

Podczas badań archeologicznych przy ul. Podwale Przedmiejskie w Gdańsku w jednej z latryn natrafiono na nietypowy zabytek – skórzaną zabawkę erotyczną w formie męskiego członka z jądrami. Znalezisko jest unikatowe, to jedyny tego typu skórzany przedmiot na świecie!

Zabytek miesiąca

Przedmioty erotyczne są obecne w kulturze od zarania dziejów. Niektóre z nich miały znaczenie symboliczne (magiczne), inne zaś były używane praktycznie, do zaspokajania potrzeb seksualnych.

Na przestrzeni wieków pojawiały się dilda wykonane z różnych materiałów, np. z kamienia, kości albo szkła. Pierwsza pisemna wzmianka o sztucznych penisach ze skóry pochodzi ze starożytnej Grecji. Miasto Milet było nie tylko ośrodkiem kultury i gospodarki greckiej, ale też popularnym miejscem wyrobu i sprzedaży sztucznych fallusów. Grecy używali ich dla uciechy i nazywali olisbos. Przedmioty te były wykonane z kamienia, drewna i wygarbowanej skóry.

Ilustracja do książki Nicolasa Choriera ‘Aloisiae Sigaeae, Toletanae…

W ikonografii z XVII–XVIII w. znajdujemy liczne przedstawienia, na których widnieją zabawki erotyczne. Szczególnie interesująca jest rycina z francuskiego podręcznika seksualnego dla kobiet, pióra Nicolasa Choriera: „Aloisiae Sigaeae, Toletanae, Satyra sotadica de arcanis amoris et Veneris” (ok. 1690 r.). Ilustracja pokazuje sklep z dildami, podobnymi do tego odkrytego w Gdańsku. Ze względu na realistyczne odwzorowanie oraz rzemieślniczy kunszt można powiedzieć, że wysokiej jakości sztuczne penisy były towarami luksusowymi.

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Gdański fallus został wykonany z jednego kawałka skóry, uformowanego w prącie oraz dwa jądra. Wypchany jest w całości włosiem zwierzęcym. Żołądź uformowano z tkaniny – aksamitu, który zapewne miał potęgować doznania erotyczne.

O tym znalezisku informowaliśmy 4 lata temu, przeczytaj –  Dildo z Podwala Przedmiejskiego

Zabytek znaleziono w podwórkowej latrynie na obszarze podmiejskiej dzielnicy. Dlaczego trafił do ubikacji? Czy ktoś go wyrzucił, a może wypadł podczas erotycznych uciech? Nie wiadomo.

Jednym z hipotetycznych miejsc pochodzenia przedmiotu jest pobliska szkoła fechtunku, albowiem nieopodal, w kolejnej latrynie odnaleziono dwa drewniane florety ćwiczebne. Źródła historyczne umiejscawiają budynek szkoły po przeciwnej stronie ulicy. Latryny znajdowały się na tyłach kamienic, które mogły służyć szermierzom za prywatne lokum.

Okolica znana była również z prostytutek. To właśnie stąd wzięła się nazwa ul. Zbytki. Kobiety lekkich obyczajów szukały klientów także po drugiej stronie Podwala Przedmiejskiego, na Żabim Kruku.

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Nie można też wykluczyć, że przedmiot należał do jakiejś bogatej mieszczanki, mieszkającej w przyległej kamienicy.

Zabytek Miesiąca można zobaczyć w Domu Przyrodników przy ul. Mariackiej 25/26 w Gdańsku.

Gdańsk Strefa Prestiżu, materiały prasowe Muzeum Archeologiczne w Gdańsku

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XVIII-wieczna zabawka erotyczna z Podwala Przedmiejskiego w Gdańsku (+18) Uwaga, artykuł przeznaczony jest dla osób dorosłych. Podczas badań archeologicznych przy ul. Podwale Przedmiejskie w Gdańsku w jednej z latryn natrafiono na nietypowy zabytek – skórzaną zabawkę erotyczną w formie męskiego członka z jądrami.

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