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blvvdk3ep · 8 months

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I love you people going into "useless" fields I love you classics majors I love you cultural studies majors I love you comparative literature majors I love you film studies majors I love you near eastern religions majors I love you Greek, Latin, and Hebrew majors I love you ethnic studies I love you people going into any and all small field that isn't considered lucrative in our rotting capitalist society please never stop keeping the sacred flame of knowledge for the sake of knowledge and understanding humanity and not merely for the sake of money alive

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kellyaroman · 10 months

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A crab I illustrated and animated. Inspired by the Cancer zodiac~ Website | Instagram | Shop

#illustration #artists on tumblr #animation #illustrators on tumblr #animators on tumblr #zodiac #astrology #cancer zodiac #cancer astrology #crab #celestial #dark academia #cottagecore #whimsigothic #whimsygothic #whimsygoth #ink illustration #kelly roman #kelly roman art

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ancientsstudies · 1 month

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Toledo Cathedral by martina.ferrari.547.

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galliaestomnis · 1 month

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Eglise Saint-Nicolas, Blois, France

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permament-witzelsucht · 1 year

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Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller - The Roman ruins in Schönbrunn, 1832

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psykopaths · 7 days

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#a e s t h e t i c #body art #body sculpting #sculpture #dark aesthetic #dark academia #art #roman architecture #architecture #black and white #b&w aesthetic

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machiavellli · 5 months

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Some spicy Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Notes: this was like driving: I don't have a driver license. Seriously like, you absolutely hyped me up for writing this and now I feel like I need to go touch some grass and drink some holy water.

Btw we shouldn't feel ashamed, like the first people ever to write in a language that is more similar to ours, literally wrote about about two nun fuck1ng him 108 times (yes that's what he says) in a week bc they thought he was mute. Like women in the 700 were DYING bc of novels, bc they couldn't never have enough of it and the majority developed a masturbat1on add1ction. We can't be worse, that's just humanity at its core: we are h0rny creatures.

⚠️: The blue parts are from a poem, from the author Giacomo da Lentini and it's called "Meravigliosamente" (| put a translation at the end, because it's ancient Italian and you can't translate it with a normal translator). It's one of my favorites poems ever, it's one the best incarnation of what love feels like. Yeah now the poets are cursing at me from above.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+!!Breeding k1nk, p in v, ora1 f receiving, pregnant! reader description, nak3d people in general (idk what to put, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED). English is not my first language, therefore you could find some mistakes, please report them to me!

With all being said: enjoy<3

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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

Theo loves to love as we already established.

He loves to give, he would let his blood dry for you.

Therefore he likes to take care of his dear ones, especially you, il suo tesoro.

I also already told you about how he will think about your future together, how he would love to have a proper family with you.

He just wants to have what his family wasn't capable of giving him.

So when the seventh year it's over, it also means that his only obstacle, the one that used to keep him away from his dream, is also over.

Something changes inside of him, un istinto primario prende il sopravvento. He knows that now it is actually possible.

«Meravigliosamente

un amor mi distringe

e soven ad ogn'ora.»

Maybe the first few months it wouldn't be so evident, he would probably keep it for himself.

He wouldn't like to put pressure on you, he couldn't.

But every time you get intimate, tutte le volte che fate l'amore, he can't help but think what it will feel like letting himself go completely.

Letting it happen.

Letting himself have a proper release.

Letting himself paint your inside white.

His warm finding the embrace of your core.

Planting a life, creating it with il suo tesoro, la sua diletta.

That's the ultimate dream e cazzo quanto lo vorrebbe.

«Com'omo che ten mente

in altro exemplo pinge

la simile pintura,

cosi, bella, facc'eo,

che’nfra lo core meo

porto la tua figura.»

But for now he still has to curse within himself, "cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.", imprisoning that release, that dream.

Simply wishing he could stay inside, saving every drop for you.

It's so hard for him to distract himself from the heavy daydreaming.

His mind as pregnant with thoughts as he wish you were.

You would just look so gorgeous round with his child.

And he would easily do everything under the sight of your new silhouette.

(As he wasn't already totally lost in this love, this passion per la sua bella)

This particular scene keeps repeating in his cursed mind:

You, full and completely bare before him sitting on your shared bed, nonchalantly putting cream on every inch of your skin after a shower.

He might be at the doorstep looking from afar or already on the bed

But it always ends with him interrupting you, taking your hands with devotion, already giving you passions with just his eyes, just for him to say: "dimmi quello che desideri e sarà tuo"

And he would literally do anything.

«Al cor m'ard'una doglia,

com'om che te lo foco

a lo suo seno ascoso,

e quanto più lo'nvoglia,

tanto arde più loco

e non po star incluso»

He would let you exploit his tongue in favor of your pleasure, savoring every drop coming from down there.

Growling just at your moist sight

And he would taste you like a starved man.

Over and over again.

On the bed,

On the Couch,

At the dinner table.

Sempre e ovunque.

Holding you still with one of his firm hands on your now round stomach.

Non è mai stato così facile inginocchiarsi e predicare da quando la sua religione, la sua donna angelo, sei diventata tu.

You look like a miracle to him.

And he would absolutely get lost in this strong trance filled with amore, passione e lussuria.

He would delicately lay your figure on the bed, like the most precious Greek statue of a goddess.

But the softness of your skin will make him realize that you are not a vision, but his blessed reality.

Your fullness getting in the way would quickly become the most delicious sight ever in his eyes.

His dead stare penetrating your soul along with his physical body.

He would tell you that his eyes look gone because he is convinced to be already dead and already in Paradise.

So lost in the haze, so convinced of the woman under him to be an angel.

And now, he is making her la madre dei suoi figli, sua moglie, la sua fiamma, da qui all'eternità.

Your legs, now afar from each other, looking like the most rare prophecy.

The softness of your skin feeling like the salvation from every sin.

Your swollen breast moving along his movements in you, rhythmically, like a fine melody.

And if by chance a single tear of your product falls from them, his eyes would shine like the sun during August.

He won't esitate to collect it with his mouth, tasting yet another one of your miracles. He wouldn't hold back the raw attitude taking over his mind, he simply couldn't.

«Assai v'aggio laudato,

madonna, in tutte parti

di bellezze ch'avete.»

When you two got together he thought he couldn't love you more, the same on your wedding day, but now he would simply let this love tear him apart he would still and always pray in your name.

In the morning he would wake you up gently, caressing you cheeks, watching as the eyes that caught his soul slowly open.

He would prepare breakfast for you, taking it directly in bed.

And every day will only be about you and you only.

Need a bath? Already prepped and warm amore.

You have swollen feet? A massage from him is mandatory.

Need to put the nursery together? Consider it done.

And don't get me started on the amount of stuff that he would buy for your unborn child.

He just wants to make sure everything will be ready for the big day.

But that's just a dream, playing tricks with his mind.

«Canzonetta novella,

va canta nova cosa;

lèvati da maitino

davanti a la più bella,

fiore d'ogn'amorosa,

bionda più ch'auro fino»

"Theo, darling, are you still here?" you ask him after two solid minutes of him staring at you, to the point that you were starting to feel suffocated by his gaze.

His pupils blown, and as his breathing increase, he finally snaps back from daydreaming.

But now, now it's been months of this agony, della sua mente completamente offuscata dal desiderio.

He just can't help himself anymore, he is a direct and honest person, he can't continue to keep this away from you.

And with the most serious expression known to mankind and his eyes firmly buried into yours, he doesn't hesitate anymore: "Facciamo un figlio amore, facciamolo adesso, non ne posso più d'aspettare, non posso più nemmeno aspettare che er mondo faccia n'altro giro" he would tell you in one breath.

You kiss him delicately, "Allora non esitare, non aspettare che la luna fugga Mr.Nott"

"Ai suoi ordini Signora Nott"

"Ti amo tantissimo" the last thing he would tell you before finally letting himself completely go, completamente perso in questo amore, si che possa ammirare te, te sospirare e te amare, te soltanto.

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Okay so here's the translation of the poem, the canzonetta, which as I said it's called "Meravigliosamente", in English “Wonderfully":

My ask box is open!✨🥂

<- part II

-> part III?

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escapismsworld · 6 months

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Roman bird-shaped glass vessels were used as perfume bottles. The liquid was sealed inside the vessels and the tip of the tail had to be broken to remove the perfume. The one pictured (c. 1st century AD) is still intact and filled with the scented content.

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escaping-peril12 · 2 days

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I AM NOT GETTING OVER THE NEW MHA RECAP EPISODE. ☰☰▓

Izuku is training with Katsuki, trying to use blackwhip to capture Katsuki, while Katsuki is trying to get to Izuku.

Izuku is about to capture Katsuki, but that's when the memory of Katsuki getting impaled by Shigaraki/AFO suddenly comes into his mind.

The reason this memory hits Izuku is bc in a way, blackwhip looks like the quirk Shigaraki/AFO used to HURT Katsuki.

This causes Izuku to freeze up

Katsuki INSTANTLY notices something going on with Izuku.

Katsuki asks Izuku what is distracting him, while quickly closing in on him.

Because Izuku is no longer focusing, Katsuki is able to land an explosion on Izuku.

Katsuki tells Izuku that he needs to "cut that sentimental shit out" 💀 but here's why

Even though Katsuki said this, he doesn't have an aggressive tone while saying it. He then proceeds to tell Izuku that he won't be able to beat Shigaraki & AFO in the upcoming inevitable war if he is like this.

He's not meaning it in a mean way, though.

He's telling Izuku this bc he cares abt him. He doesn't want to see him hurt, just like how Izuku doesn't want to see HIM hurt. It's Katsuki's way of protecting him. His way of making sure he takes care of himself.

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lone-nyctophile · 7 months

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I always think about how similar humans are to each other on a fundamental level. We all feel the same core emotions but differ tremendously in the way we respond to them.

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mybeautifulpoland · 3 months

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St. John of Dukla Catholic Chapel, Subcarpathia, Poland by Szymon Muszański

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howlingday · 2 months

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Mercury: Don't go sticking your tongue into my business, Arc!

Jaune: I know a thing or seven about having a shitty dad, Mercury. And as for your business, Emerald is my friend, Roman, my boss, and Neopolitan is my bride to be!

CRME: YOU WHAT?!

Emerald: Archarisma, NO!

Jaune: Actually, that was just me bluffing to distract Mercury, but I'm down if she is.

CME: SHE'S NOT!

Roman: In place of her father, I fully support this relationship if that means anything.

CME: SHUT UP!

Emerald: What about Weiss?!

Yang: What about Ruby?!

Gillian: What about me?!

Cinder: What about me?!

Nora: What about- Cinder? But you hate Jaune!

Cinder: Yeah, but now that everyone's getting Arc'd, I'm feeling left out!