#Aretin

[fabelhafteweltvonfelix]

"Würdet ihr dann bitte die Masken aufsetzen?" Die Ratesendung Was bin ich lief in dieser Form und Besetzung von 1961-1989 (bis zum Tod von Moderator Robert Lembke) und gehörte zum typischen Fernsehabend in meiner Kindheit und Jugend. V.l.n.r. Guido Baumann, Annette von Aretin, Hans Sachs, Anneliese Fleyenschmidt.

[bccksmarts]

𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝑫𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑬

Just a Tinmione moodboard for @vingtiemes / @curiosityshop bc I think about them so much and they're just so CUTE

[rallytimeofficial]

Angelo Lombardo vince il 14° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine

🔴🔴Angelo Lombardo vince il 14° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine

È di Angelo Lombardo, la quattordicesima firma sull’albo d’oro dell’Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine, appuntamento di apertura del Campionato Italiano Rally Auto Storiche organizzato da Scuderia Etruria Sport e sviluppato – nelle giornate di venerdì e sabato – sulle strade della provincia di Arezzo. Il pilota siciliano, già vincitore dell’edizione 2022 della gara, ha concretizzato al meglio…

[bccksmarts]

   Once her overly fluffy half-Kneazle was safely out of her grasp, the young woman's eyes shot open wide at the sound of the voice. A voice she knew, a voice she loved. No—No, he wasn't... he couldn't possibly...

   She spun on her heels, her head flicking around before her body joined her, dark brown eyes staring at him, lips parted as if she was going to say something, or just gawp at him. The latter, most likely. He'd come in, quiet as a mouse, with his little dog at his side with his wagging tail, giddy to try to join in.

   The hand extended to her so smoothly, as if he just knew. And for God's sake, he was singing the counterpart's bit in FRENCH! Who wouldn't swoon because of that? One hand on her chest, the other extended out, placing on top of his as she took steps forward, her lips etching with a soft smile.

   ❝You know,❞ Her voice came, ❝I was told to not talk to strangers.❞ A hum as she pondered, ❝But we've met before.❞

He leaned against the doorjamb, watching her dance about with the more than slightly bewildered feline, fond smile soon morphing into a bright grin. Judging by how hard his tail was wagging and thumping against Tintin's leg, Snowy seemed to be just as ecstatic. Tintin'd managed to make his way into Hermione's unnoticed-- not an easy feat, but she was clearly distracted-- and he'd wanted to surprise her after he came home from his latest adventure.

Though, come to think of it, there was no better way to surprise her than this. Once she'd set Crookshanks down, he decided to seize the opportunity. His heart fluttering in excitement, he joined in with the voices on the radio, tenor voice soft and sweet.

"Mon amour, tu m'as vu au beau milieu d'un rêve... Mon amour, un aussi doux rêve est un présage joli."

He made a proper entrance, blush springing to freckled cheeks as he bowed, looking up at her with adoration in his gaze and extending a hand for her to take.

[libidomechanica]

“Of Man, the grave”

When shepherd’s tongue can speak—then in     the Elysian ground, all partake, the sallow station found,     all is not cold, Others

I see it. Hate, till they live, and     those smooth, so level, when thousand hearts that bird? Of yellow     me, the one who, by the

peasant voyages, stood by her     music and tower and Agamemnon dead. Been but they     out-did the boatmen near

who are so low them I burn’d each     other vehicles; but none. Beating is, that nowe sleep had     been but thou,—finding, too,

waiting for their master, Aretine,     and shallop by, or under the full soon steam-engines     will conductor. Of Man,

the grave,? To cease to loue, is graunted     quite flatterings, I put it to make amends her child,     and stilt-like legs in search

of a morning of the close, as     thicket wild; while each new pair of should have him back who took     by turning weedes doth

a curry, and had just believe     ourselves for ourselves, a singeth.—An’ O for a hero     lies bare to lift his Desert

for moderate bathers. Then     I, my thought to sing down his babe in the dame, press’d a way!     Lines of empire, and

the worships your lap, and scent the     preserved, a pure air, tasting back they straightwayes my life’s sad     place, and told his God-knows-

what: for after scoop. What a     delighting headless arrows at the hearth a little Cup whose     bells have ever love, or

one, or zero, she cried, art thou     warnest well: for Winters sorowe, and inward eye which posed     the colour a transcendent

ray; and one behind, when she     wist na what to sail before: the wager thou owest; nor     shalt have, and sweat, and much

rather so; yet your fancy will     come after leaving even his function and highland dread,     and though bold as Daniel

in the diurnal Sun’s declines,     by chance—sure that Psyche, and thy limits strangers feel a     little one, and flints, and

joinèd hands, and sweetness had me then     unpaved stars, I own it from Heaven these women in     baby clothes to build to

carry bowls for the isles of thing     is mocked; they talked, about him’—which he would say of it, lover!     And heat. The throat and

choking here holding out the past     world, not your fame? Are vain? Of state we won’t do to tell! Small     flattery: they strikes through

Poland the Graces, grouped in the     top, he is but for the world will we little red pieces     of our bodies anxious

to him but as wide wings below!     To bake a potatoes, you have all payment! I try to     this my part. March with thee?

[gasthausnostalgie]

Old Tv

Was bin ich? Robert Lembke < Rateteam: Guido Baumann , Annette von Aretin , Hans Sachs , Marianne Koch > . Zum schluss kam der Ehrengast wo sie alle die schwarze Brille aufsetzen mussten .

[ao3feed-matchablossom]

medium

by redzonest (aretine)

for the matchblossom reverse flashbang!! rope master kaoru being brutally competent in his craft and kojiro getting to be the center of attention.

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe, Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Relationships: Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Additional Tags: Shibari, Sex Club AU

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46145044

[lurally]

Historic Rally Vallate Aretine: si corre a fine luglio Raggi di sole belle notizie in un periodo che continua a darne di spiacevoli. Il 10° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine, rinviato causa l’emergenza epidemiologica COVID-19, si svolgerà nei giorni 24-25-26 luglio.

[bccksmarts]

❧ “Marry me!” ☙

➤ @curiosityshop / @vingtiemes asked: “Marry me!”

  The look on her face right now... it had to be priceless. Coming back from his voyage, Tintin ran into her quiet little bookshop as he usually does, full of excitement to see her. He gave her a huge, she made him a cup of tea and they just chatted for hours... which is what led them to this very moment.

  Marry me. Marry me. That's what he'd said. He'd moved so fast that she didn't even register that he had. He moved from his chair from one knee in one swoop and she didn't even see it happen. It must've been his declaration, it had to be. But now here he was, on one knee with a small velvet box in his hands. Was he shaking? Maybe just a little, but who wouldn't?

  For Merlin's sake, he was proposing to her! Speak, Granger, speak!

  ❝T - Tintin,❞ Merlin's sodding beard, she really just stuttered, ❝I— Me? Are you sure?❞ Of course he was, woman, he wouldn't be doing it otherwise. But for some silly reason, she couldn't stop staring at the ring being presented to her. It was gorgeous, and it complimented her so well. There was clear evidence of him really thinking about this. He wanted to marry her.

[rallytimeofficial]

Angelo Lombardo e Roberto Consiglio si aggiudicano la PS4 e restano al comando del 14° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine

🔴🔴Lombardo-Consiglio si aggiudicano la PS4 e restano al comando del 14° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine

Angelo Lombardo al volante della Porsche Carrera RS mette la firma sul miglior crono della PS4 “Rassinata”. Il cefaludese accompagnato alle note da Roberto Consiglio continua a condurre la classifica assoluta con un tempo complessivo di 33’21.5, staccando di 26.3″ Valter Pierangioli, autore del primo crono nella PS3 “Portole”. Il pilota di Montalcino coadiuvato da Arianna Ravano su Ford Sierra…

[vingtiemes]

@dreamsofalife​ || cont!

“Yes, I see what you mean...” Tintin hummed, thoughtfully. “While it is pretty, I think Shy suits you much better. You chose it yourself, after all. And I do understand. While I don’t particularly mind Aretin, it’s always seemed so formal.”

A few moments after it left his mouth, the boy reporter realized what he’d just said, and he smiled, a bit sheepish.

“...That is my name, you know. Aretin Martin.”

[libidomechanica]

With drops he stars are no more sad

My words, and the wind blows of the history stays blank.     And rain was sapped; and of settled hound, nor feast; now more than the horrid thing far, and touch     her barricades with sighs for eyes and

life begins the dead man’s arms to one that all thy     Guardian can. And shook upon you are but dressings of October frosty light as     carrier-birds in the devil snare

him in his isolation had me beguil’d; by     various Forms by Spleenwort in him like a bank of lilies, the thing to her, perpetual,     growing—whether realm beyond

express all-comprehensive talk from land to scale     an upper crimson-circled mazes, wind a cold We thanked dapper Cupid brought our food     we had been travel in little flocke,

my limbs to fold in which is, and race for power.     May be, betwixt the beauteous world to work down men’s locks; or when to the ground! That gives a     new life, I bring himselfe he doth breed,

but trim our sails, and rain, the breaking shore will drink     to peace, what are the leaned on my little lighted ha’, to this fierce that eye foresees     its own; and as he grows defined. Just

as thou leave the wandering like a ghost, O crowned     in a wailful choir cries. But deals with me a mile, when his proper to the corner-     stones grip the herald of age now passed,

and in vain. Spring? If thinking: last oozings hours     is there, and faded leaf the change them where likeness holds, nought by the world’s blame, see with thee!     She want in her endless region both

day and redder than my breathed his fawn, and the down     the sky. Who trembling their petty cells. When my faith, but send it seemed to crown me with Chagrin;     that made to die and damning the

silent air, or in the glass; bring in thy paine, and,     knocking, me molested. They kept alive them any harm, alas, nor had power. They     seem when every coppice-feathered in

tears down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. Eglantine;     cuckoo; cuckoo, cuckoo then, your soil, that Nature says: My children sit cold in the days     behind the times, better, the mystic

frame, her feet: a tide of nature without a kiss     our friend, which master’d as if at merry face salutes the pen that froaths below! To euery     one, nor nourish’d ivory slide. Touch,

no thing impossible what for me. Last night with     all my wooing is spent wi’ thee, Brillante, we consign; and Beauty draws by: at night foot     alone the long unlovely gifted

man, whose fair hills of half a Pair of face, and     cursed. The waters till we see no more. What they blaspheme the lads with words to name, but at     his brow, then they first thine below no

bigger that they want to an idle case? That long     loving master, Aretine, and grief a strength, he would tell their pensive Bed, pain at her     Eyes; nor be you proud of men, at first

infused among the loved, a little cared not; his     gifts apply, as his name, made me for love? Which not on yon swoll’n brook shall still farther ye     together womb the hills? The river.

With many legions when she wanton troopers riding     at these Four whole world grew like a Duck, so with rich cluster’d around me to the Spirits     in their Face, like God, one Arm held

out, one bent; the Hall, maud made me climb or fall. You     and I shall Grass in Hide-Park Circus grow, good Thenot lieth! With drops he stars are no more     sad. Truth as if they liv’d, till Doubt and

Death survive. Think, be with curious fears, and brute;     thou madest mark of pain may bind a book, may live in size and then stood her manners, purer,     brief bright, the flocke, my limbs I feel.

[goodbearblind]

RePosted @agripunkonlus Gli strumenti urbanistici del Comune di Bucine hanno previsto da anni che gli allevamenti intensivi presenti nel proprio territorio vanno chiusi! Il Piano Strutturale è chiaro in proposito: l’art.146, c.2, prevede la chiusura degli “allevamenti appartenenti all’area di Montebenichi nel quadro del progetto di Parco territoriale tematico promosso dal Comune di Castelnuovo Berardenga che dovrebbe interessare un ampio territorio intorno alle sorgenti dell’Ambra e dell’Ombrone”. L’art.147 riguarda il Podere Migliaiolo nei pressi di San Pancrazio riporta che “sono stati realizzati ingenti volumi e spazi per l’allevamento che rappresentano elemento di forte impatto e di degrado in un contesto di alto pregio paesistico”, mentre l’art.64 del Piano Operativo prevede che i manufatti già destinati ad allevamenti zootecnici, od alla trasformazione dei prodotti agricoli, dismessi da almeno tre anni, debbano essere soggetti ad un Piano di Recupero trattandosi di Area Degradata, sottoposta a decenni di sversamenti inquinanti, documentati dall’ARPAT di Arezzo, all’interno degli stabilimenti e all’esterno verso i corsi d’acqua. In piena pandemia, marzo 2020, oltre 300 scrofe sono state reintrodotte nell’allevamento intensivo di suini, inattivo da più di tre anni nei pressi della frazione collinare di San Pancrazio. Attualmente è in corso una richiesta di Autorizzazione Integrata Ambientale (AIA) dell’Azienda Agricola Fattorie Aretine srl per ottenere il permesso di segregare fino a 900 scrofe. AGRIPUNK parteciperà alla conferenza di servizi per opporsi a questo allevamento intensivo, iniziando col chiedere di negare l’ammissibilità dell’AIA tramite una consulenza tecnica qualificata. Aggiungiamo: allə abitanti di Ambra e dintorni che combattono da anni contro i disagi di questi allevamenti, a noi che abbiamo abitato accanto ad un allevamento e lo abbiamo fatto chiudere mostrando le evidenze a chi di dovere, ai miliardi di animali rinchiusi e sfruttati ogni giorno, alle popolazioni ammazzate per rubare le loro terra, alle foreste distrutte per fare pascoli e soia. Non veniteci a dire che solo "solo suggestioni" Non offendete la nostra intelligenza, grazie. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVkETGzrL6g/?utm_medium=tumblr

[con-alas-de-angeles]

As I beheld two shadows pale and naked, who, biting, in the manner ran along that a boar does, when from the sty turned loose.

One to Capocchio came, and by the nape seized with its teeth his neck, so that in dragging it made his belly grate the solid bottom.

And the Aretine, who trembling had remained, a aid to me: "That mad sprite is Gianni Schicchi, And raving goes thus harrying other people.

▪️Dante Alighieri, Dante’s Inferno: Canto XXX

(Taken by me)

[petite-fille-de-la-melancolie]

On this day January 22, 233 years ago, was born in London George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron, 6th Baron of Rochdale.

Gifted with a kaledoiscopic personality, he was at the same time a man with a strong common sense - an aspiring statesman, a revolutionary, a man nearly unable to being not a pragmatist - and, on the other hand, a poet, a Romantic character who charmed his contemporaries.

"To begin then - I have seen myself compared personally or poetically, in English French German (as interpreted to me) Italian and Portuguese within these nine years - to Rousseau - Goethe - Young - Aretine - Timon of Athens - "An Alabaster Vase lighted up within", Satan - Shakespeare - Buonaparte - Tiberius - Æschylus - Sophocles - Euripides - Harlequin - The Clown - Sternhold and Hopkins - to the Phantasmagoria - to Henry the 8th - to Chernier - to Mirabeau - to young R. Dallas (the Schoolboy) to Michael Angelo - to Raphael - to a petit maitre - to Diogenes, to Childe Harold - to Lara - to the Count in Beppo - to Milton - to Pope - to Dryden - to Burns - to Savage - to Chatterton - to "oft have I heard of thee my Lord Biron" in Shakespeare, to Churchill the poet - to Kean the Actor - to Alfieri, &c. &c. &c."

From Lord Byron's Detached Thoughts, October 15, 1821

(Above, George Sanders, Lord Byron with his servant Robert Rushton, 1808 - 1809)