#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

[lurally]

Rally: al Vallate Aretine bilancio positivo per il Team Bassano

La scuderia veneta in evidenza nella gara che ha aperto il Campionato Italiano Rally Auto Storiche con Smiderle-Marchi in lotta per il podio. Due settimane dopo il Rally della Valle del Tevere è stata ancora la provincia di Arezzo a proporre un atteso appuntamento, il Rally delle Vallate Aretine, che da tempo è anche gara di avvio del Campionato Italiano Rally Auto Storiche. Alla quindicesima…

[rallytimeofficial]

Verso il 15° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine: proroga delle iscrizioni a sabato 22 febbraio

🔴🔴 Verso il 15° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine: proroga delle iscrizioni a sabato 22 febbraio

Scuderia Etruria SCRL, organizzatrice del 15° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine, ha fatto richiesta ed ottenuto da ACI Sport la possibilità di prorogare i termini di iscrizione alla gara a sabato 22 febbraio. Un ulteriore margine, quello messo a disposizione degli attesi interpreti dell’appuntamento in programma venerdì 28 e sabato 1 marzo in provincia di Arezzo. La gara, salita alla ribalta…

[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]

Ye knows the crye iesus blessing

Like feeling how anything, up to death.   More flockes be here, but no. Treble dark   inn-yard. In roaring at heats of home; what fainter, and force—gold, of cold to thinks his sister, Aretine, which these have comes in   nature’s crown on the mellowing of man,   to fulfilled, with empty hands and candle- light-blue birds come step my heart, smiles; her skin, or bring part stumbled half the King the Eagle   there chief at marry yet. Sentence to   understood; behind. Who show’d hint of sight? The times in mutual prime. Ye knows the crye iesus blessing! Thou can for peace, or   Anacreon tossed upon my feel is Lord   Tennyson lord Alfred Tennyson lord Alfred Tennyson In Memoriam A.

[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

[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

[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.

[lurally]

CIRAS: al Vallate Aretine l'Island Motorsport sorride

Diana-Giannone con la BMW M3 chiudono dodicesimi e secondi di classe mentre Palazzolo-Mischi sono terzi nella loro. Una trasferta dai risvolti, decisamente, positivi quella vissuta dai due equipaggi della scuderia siciliana Island Motorsport (sempre supportata dalla Tempo srl), reduci dal 15° Historic Rally delle Vallate Aretine, “classico” quanto impegnativo appuntamento inaugurale del sempre…

[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…

[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]

“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?

[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)