#Cologue

[a-modernmajorgeneral]

The tomb of the Roman legionary Lucius Poblicius, built between 40 and 50 CE is one of the most impressive exhibits of the Römisch Germanisches Museum in Cologne. It is believed to be the best-preserved object of this type north of the Alps, and its rich decorations deserve attention: reliefs depicting the Roman god Pan and his priestesses, as well as floral motifs. In the upper part of the tomb, there is a sculpture of Polblicius himself wearing a toga – an attire that proves to belong to the higher social classes.

The object was found under unusual circumstances. It is not often that you come across something like this… in front of your own house. The story began in 1965 in the southern part of the old town of Cologne, when brothers Josef and Heinz Gens, twenty-something, went down to the basement to check the condition of the foundations before the planned expansion of their house, partially destroyed during the Second World War. When examining the ground, the young men first found a medieval well and elements of pottery. Intrigued, they dug deeper, and soon they saw the first stone block, on which they saw the figure of the Roman god – Pan. They announced their discovery to the Römisch Germanisches Museum but met with no interest. Moreover, they were forbidden to continue the excavations.

However, the youthful curiosity won out, and friends joined the brothers. A 7-person team has been completed and the search has started in full swing. As Josef Gens studied mechanical engineering, and there was also an architecture student in the group, the work under the house where the unaware Gens lived was perfectly prepared. First, a structure was built to secure the foundations, which the young men used a total of 10 tons of bricks, concrete, wood and iron. When the house was not in danger of collapsing, it was possible to start the laborious extraction of stone elements, which when arranged fit together like puzzles. When the inscription blocks were excavated, it became clear that the treasure under the Gens house was a Roman tomb. In total, in the years 1965-1967, 70 stone elements were excavated, often weighing more than a ton each. Raiders reached 9 meters into the ground. Each block was meticulously cataloged and the excavations were also filmed.

The time has come to reveal the Museum of the find. This time, the authorities ignored the previous search prohibition, and the tomb of Poblicius was made available to visitors. A total of 15,000 people visited the Gens brothers’ house, wanting to see the unusual object, and the young people were eager to show tours and talk about their treasure.

According to the law from the time, the tomb belonged to the Gens family, as it was found on their property. Many institutions around the world wanted to buy the property, offering large sums, but the brothers wanted it to stay in Cologne. The city purchased the tomb of Poblicius for half a million German marks. Since 1974, it can be admired at the Römisch Germanisches Museum.

Josef Gens, an elderly man today, eagerly returns to the adventure of his youth, appearing on radio and television. He also wrote a book in which he claims that the tomb was not completely reconstructed properly. The descent to the cellar more than half a century ago began the history of extraordinary searches, the fruit of which can be admired to this day.

Romano-Germanic Museum: Sepulcher of Poblicius 

Lucius Poblicius from Terentina in Italy was a veteran of the 5th Legion. Upon his discharge after 20-25 years of service with the Roman army he would have received the equivalent of 13 years salary to buy a farm or set up a business. It may also have paid for his funeral monument erected around 40 CE. He is depicted not as a former soldier but as a Roman citizen surrounded by his family.

(Museum info card)

Cologne, November 2017

[444names]

the entire article on "magic" from wikipedia in french

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[our-beloved-sheikh]

[a-modernmajorgeneral]

Reconstruction of an early sprung and steerable Roman traveling carriage in Cologne (front axle suspension with leather straps slides on rods); spring-loaded.

Reconstruction of a Roman carriage, Römisch-Germanisches Museum, Cologne, Germany

[jae-daddy]

magic

draco malfoy fanfic 

two / three / four / five / six

they said i did something bad. then whys it feel so good? forgive me, jaebum for i have sinned.  i dont even know if this is a joke at this point... oh lord

pairing: draco malfoy x reader  genre: shifting realities, romance, a whole fucking joke as clown shit plot: you were trying to shift realities for the lols but end up in actual harry potter world and meet Draco Malfoy, who ends up helping you, and you are also a filthy muggle.  an: i dont know. i dont know. i dont know. not edited 

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"Who are you?” He asked, looking over to you from the edge of his bed. Predictably his whole room was black and the darkest shade of green; he sure did have house pride. 

But he sure as hell was terrifying too. 

You didn’t think it’ll work. You didn’t know it would work this well. You thought it’d be a mini trip, like a daydream or something. This isn’t what you had imagined. 

You were actually there. 

You felt the warmth of his room, you felt the thickness of the air. The smell of his cologue hanging in the air, mixed with something else almost chocking you. Your toes felt the hard floor beneath your feet. 

This couldn’t have worked. 

“Are you deaf?” The white haired villan smirked at you, he wasn’t scared. Why would he be; this was his house, his room. “I asked what your name is?”

“My name is y/n,” you blurted, your head still trying to wrap around what was happening. You tried saying something else, but you were stammering, your throat closing around your voice. 

“Y/n.” He repeated, a permanent sneer on his face. He gently threw the book in his hand, and began walking towards to you. He was graceful, etheral; taking his time with every action.

You stood there, in the middle of his room. Your palms sweaty, your heart racing, and your throat running dry. 

“And what are you doing here?” He gave a chilling smile, making icy claws run down your back. 

“I-” you tried to answer, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t find the words, and your eyes began burning with threatening tears. 

You were just trying to shift realities as a joke. You thought it would be like a dream. This wasn’t a dream. 

You knew it wasn’t. 

It was real, and you were here. 

Draco Malfoy was standing infront of you. You were in his room, in his mansion.

And then another thought hit you, making you feel sick. 

You were going to die. 

He snorted as he stopped in front of you. His fingers wrapping around his wand placed on his waist. 

You choked back the sob that was threatening to escape. 

“How did you get into my room?” He placed the cool tip under your chin, making you look into his icy cold eyes. He was goregoues. 

Draco Malfoy was beautiful, and he was going to kill you. 

“Answer me.” His jaw locked in anger, and you almost fell onto his feet to beg for your life. 

“I shifted,” you managed through your stuttering words. “I shifted realities. 

“I didn’t know it would be like this though,” you moved away from his wand, and settled on his armchair before your weakened knees gave away. “I swear, it was not meant to be like this. I was still supposed to be at home.” 

Maybe if you end it you’ll go back. 

You tried to think of ways to end it. You clapped three times. 

“Take me back!” Nothing. 

“End!” Nothing. 

“Please end this, take me back.” You prayed, but nothing. 

Draco looked at you, terrified. 

“What are you doing?” He asked you, getting your attention. “What do you mean shifting realities?”

“It’s this trend on tiktok-”

“Tiktok?” His very british accent made you smile a little. “What is that?”

“Its an app, and there is that whole side that is dedicated to you-”

“What are you babbling on about?” He cut you off, his eyes blazing now. He strided over to you, and you shrunk in your seat. 

“Draco,” you breathed, and his eyes widened. 

“How do you know my name?” But then it turned into an angry sneer as he clicked his tongue. “You’re at my house, of course you know my name.” 

“What year is this?” You gulped, looking up to Draco as he studied you. 

“Don’t ask me questions.” He warned you, his voice low. “Who are you and what are you doing here? This is the last time I am asking nicely.”

You believed him. 

“I am y/n, and I accidently shifted realities and ended up in Harry Potter universe.” 

“Potter?” Draco hissed. “You know Potter?” 

“Yeah, like I know you, Draco Malfoy.”

“But I don’t know you,” he looked at you puzzled. 

“Exactly,” you breathed. “You don’t, but I know you. I’ve seen you and I know what’s happening. Just tell me what year it is.”

“Its 1988, are you mental?”

“I don’t even know what that means,” you whimpered at how stupid you were. You hadn’t even read any of the books. You’ve just seen the movies once, and then many clips of Draco. “Oh God.” 

“Has the tournament thing happened?” You asked, searching for landmarks you recognised. “Has Voldemort returned?”

Draco froze at that, his eyes hardening as he took you in. You were dressed in your black joggers, black, green and white striped top, your hair messy and wild, and fuzzy pink socks on your feet. 

“What are you?” he gritted from his teeth. 

“A human?” you bit your lip. 

He gave so much shit to Hermonine for being half-magically. You were a muggle, a normal magicless human through and through. He was going to kill you. He was going to hand you over to them.

“What academy do you attend?” 

“Uh, none,” you breathed, as tears filled your eyes. “I don’t have magic.”

Draco stared at you in shock, before a sinister smile itched his lips. 

“I am a muggle,” you got up from the chair, slowly moving back. Draco followed your steps, tracing you like a predator. 

“Please,” you breathed as a tear fell from your eyes. “Please don’t kill me.” 

He instantly stopped and frowned at that. 

“Don’t hand me to them, they will kill me.” 

Draco reached for his wand, and you instantly closed your eyes and thought of love. 

You thought of GOT7, of Jaebum, of hot summer days by the beach, of your family, your friends. Your favourite movie, the first boy you liked, the pink flowers you could see from your window marking the beginning of spring. You thought everything that made you feel warm and happy, and hoped it was enough. 

You hoped it was enough love.

“What are you doing?” He stopped and asked you. You opened your tightly squeezed eyes and looked at his cold glare. 

“I was thinking of love,” you gulped, your sweaty palms a fidgetting mess. 

Draco’s eyes widened as he gaped at you, the corners of his lips twitching as if he was trying to keep himself from laughing. 

“I’m sorry, you’re what?” He asked in disbelief, a beautiful smile on his face despite his attempt to stop it. 

Your heart stopped as butterflies erupted in your tummy. You were about to die, but you still couldn’t stop fangirling about Draco Malfoy and that beautiful smile he was giving you. 

“Love, you know, it’s like the greatest magic, right?” You explained, your words stumbling out of you faster than you could register. “I’ve seen it in movies, and books! That’s how Feyre saved Tamlin the Asshole; the answer was love. It always is love. You know, love- that’s how Harry survived Voldemort.” 

Draco looks at you in shock, before a deep laugh erupts from him. He throws his head back, his hands on his thighs, his wand limp, as his shoulders shook and tears filled his eyes. 

“You’re a real work of art, aren’t you?” He laughed, as he looked at you through the curtain of his blonde hair. He slightly sobered and stood up, his lips still turned upwards. “I haven’t laughed that hard in so long. Thank you for that,” he smiled, and you gave him a small smile, despite your shivering heart. 

“But, sorry love,” he gave you a loopsided smirk. “You’ll have to leave now.” 

“I don’t know how,” you whispered at him, but his smiled just grew. 

“Maybe, I can help,” he brought out his wand, most likely about to kill you. 

“Ener-” Draco lifted his wand to you, when a loud knock banged against the door. 

“Draco!” Lucius Malfoy called, the handle of his door jiggled. 

Draco looked at your wide fear-struck eyes and then back at the door. 

“How many times have I told you not to lock your door boy?” 

“Evanesco!” Draco quickly whispered as he threw a blanket over you, and pushed you into his closet. 

“Keep quiet.” He muttered, closing the door, just as his father walked in. 

It felt as if the winter walked with Lucius Malfoy. The whole room was covered in a blanket of a spine-chilling cold as his shoes and stick clacked against the hard floor. 

“Father,” Draco said, his voice calm. 

“How many times have I told you not to lock your door?” Lucius slowly spoke with distaste. “Or to not wear that nonsense on your ears?” 

Headphones? Your brows furrowed together. 

“Sorry, Father,” was all Draco said. 

“Your mother and I are going to attend a dinner of great importance,” he spoke, stopping right in front of the closet. Your heart hammered against your chest, and you stopped breathing. You were too scared to even blink. “Would you like to join us? Your company would be appreciated.”

Draco took a moment to reply, and then finally answered, “You and mother go, I have a lot to prepare for school.” Lucius must have raised an eyebrow in question. 

“I want to study ahead so I can focus on other activities when Hogwarts resumes.” Draco quickly added.

After what felt like an eternity, Lucius finally said “Very well.” 

And walked out. 

The door clicked shut, but you didn’t move. 

He waited two whole minutes before he finally moved again. 

He opened the closet, and took the blanket off your head. You looked up to find Draco crouching infront you, a smirk on his lips. 

“What are we to do about you now, you filthy muggle?” He asked, his lips curled in a sneer, but his eyes shone with concern and panic. 

You didn’t know. You really didn’t know. 

But you were happy that it didn’t seem like Draco Malfoy would be killing you anytime soon. 

[memes-saved-me]

"Something like that" - Harringrove

I'm so sorry there's no read more thing, Tumblr app sucks🤷‍♀️

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The winter nights had finally began to creep their way into Steve's upstairs bedroom. No heating or layers of blankets could scare the cold away that night. It had been a long day, early shift at Family Video and then a long lecture from his father about "Doing something more with your life".

By the time it was dark all he wanted was to crawl into his bed and hide, hide from what his life had become. If he was being honest he tried his best to blame the night he rushed into the Byers to find flashing lights and monsters who steal little boys but he knew that wasn't why he didn't get into college or why he hadn't left Hawkins to find something to do in life.

Ever since Starcourt Mall his nights had been filled with more nightmares than normal, he was used to being chased by demidogs and other horrific creatures his subconscious had created but he sure wasn't prepared for Billy Hargrove to be there.

He wasn't ready to see Billy being ripped apart by those monsters, to see his face go cold, to see the life drain from his eyes infront of him. Watching his body hit the floor that night left a ripple effect because now every night he saw it. No matter what his mind conjured up it would end with Billy hitting the floor and his body going limp, leaving Steve to wake up crying in a cold sweat.

It didn't make sense, he had avoided him while he was alive because he couldn't deal with what he felt, so why was he plaguing his dreams? It wasn't until Robin came out to him that he thought it through properly.

His entire life he'd been told that if you liked boys that something was wrong with you, that you were against nature, not normal but Robin wasn't wrong. Robin was, well Robin but she liked girls. After that he had an idea, an idea that he knew he would have never actually attempted but it felt like a breath of fresh air to even hypothesize it.

He was going to find Billy and test the waters, Steve was pretty sure Billy liked boys but more than he did and that's why he ended up in Hawkins. Rumours had been spread but no one was brave enough to say anything to his face, not when they'd get his fist to there's.

Except even the opportunity for that was ripped from his grasp the same day as Billy stood up to that thing and lost his life for it. He was too late to even try and that haunted Steve. It haunted him everytime he was alone or it got too quiet.

The next day as he tidied the counter at work the smell of cologue filled the air. Without even thinking Steve rushed from behind the desk and through the aisles to find no one was there. "Billy?". He whispered to himself and there it was again, that smell. The same smell he couldn't get off of himself that night he got his ass handed to him at the Byers. Billy.

"Hey! Idiot, it's your lunch break". Robin shouted strolling back into the shop. "Hey, Steve".

"Yeah, okay". He replied and turned to face her.

"Holy shit, you look like you've seen a ghost".

"Yeah, something like that". He couldn't think properly. His mind was running faster than he could keep up with but he managed to go in the back and find his lunch. Except he smelt it back there too.

By the end of his shift he'd decided it was just him. Maybe he'd walked past someone who wore the same cologne and it stuck with him. That was the only explanation. Right?

He closed the store that evening so Robin could get away early. Which he very quickly regretted as he slid into the drivers seat of his car and the silence of the night filled he air. Not a soul in sight.

As he pulled out onto the road he switched on the radio, anything to fill the lack of noise. Something to distract him from thinking of that smell, which had disappeared soon after his break.

When he pulled into his drive he noticed the front lights flickering, which sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't move. It stopped and he rushed out of his car and inside. Except once he was inside the living room lamp started to do the same thing and then the main light until the phone rang. Absolutely terrified Steve walked over and picked it up.

"Steve?". Someone answered.

"Who is this?".

"It's Billy". The phone turned red hot in Steve's hand causing him to drop it. What was once cream was now charred black and the line was dead.

"Billy?". He said out loud and there it was again, the smell. "Holy shit, are you in the upside down?".

The lamp flickered.

In some sort of panic he ran out to his garden and past the pool towards the woods, he ran until he couldn't see the pool lights and looked around for the portal Nancy had told him about. Except of course it wasn't there. It hadn't been open since Nancy herself had gotten stuck inside.

Now freezing he made his way home but when he stepped onto the tiles surrounding the pool he noticed something, his bedroom light was on.

Steve ran inside and upstairs to find his bedroom door open with every light switched on. "Is this you?".

Nothing happened.

At some point he must have fell asleep in his chair because at around 3am he was woken up by someone walking around downstairs. He grabbed the hammer he kept by his bed and slowly made his way towards the kitchen.

When he approached the doorway he saw the silhouette of a man standing over the sink, not moving. He seemed to be leaning on the counter top for support as if he couldn't stand up on his own.

"Why are you in my house?". Steve asked trying to sound as threatening as possible but when he switched the light on he almost dropped the hammer because standing in his kitchen was a dead man.

"Excuse me for needing a drink". He replied and turned around.

"What the fuck". Steve was in shock but then it all started to make sense. The smell, the lights and the phone. But how the hell did he get back?

For a moment they looked at eachother. Then Steve rushed over and took the goo and dirt covered Billy in his arms. Something he had never done or thought he would never do. "You're alive". He almost began to cry but stopped himself because in that moment he didn't care how he'd ended up back here, all he could think of was a second chance.

"Barely". Billy smiled as Steve backed away, hand still on his arm like he'd disappear if he let go of him. "Miss me or something, Pretty Boy?"

"Something like that". Steve smiled and for a moment the silence of the night was actually nice for the first time in a very long time because standing infront of Steve was a whole new opportunity and for Billy a whole new chance to live a life worth living.

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If I don't finish something I've started it drives me crazy so here I am at 2am posting whatever this is. Hope you enjoyed😁

[babysackville]

Tuesday 2nd November 1824

9 5/60

1 55/60

Breakfast at 10 5/60 – From 10 35/60 to 12 1/3 translating and writing out the last 3 or 4 lines of page 8 [?] the letter ’24 ottober’ p.q. Jacopo Ortis then expecting Mme Galvani any moment went to ask Mrs Barlow if she would walk afterwards – Staid with her ½ hour very quiet and proper with her - Still no Mme Galvani from 1 ½ to 2 ¼ translating more Italian then quarter hour small tooth combing and curling my hair – at 2 40/60 went to Mrs Barlow at 2 50/60 we went out together – took Cordingley with us to bring back the money, I got a £50 bank of England post-bill changed at the money change in the Palace Royal [?] 25 francs 5 cents – took a turn round the Palais Royal and then went direct across the main Saint Honore to the Tuileries gardens – walked there on the south terrace till 5 and got home at 5 10/60 – 

Behaved very properly was not near so amusing as I have been Mrs Barlow thought me grave. She said she must now end with me, she did not know me. I told her she was affectionate to me in her manners and now she said she understood me. Asked if she could be impatient in temper, no she was too much the contrary. Said her manner of buying the gros de naples for my dress when I first came had made me say to myself I would not give her so much trouble again, I saw she thought of this, she then praised herself on one subject or other, a thing she does very often, thought I if I am to to be careful what I say and may not rattle away and flirt at ease, I shall soon find all this stupid – 

Dinner at 6 – In the evening got next to Mrs Barlow as usual – Miss Harvey called her the centre of attraction – Mr Saint Auban and 3 or 4 more gents came – Monsieur Cologue (not de Cologue he told me the other day) talked to me a good deal about natural history especially botany etc – He seems to be a very good botanist – knows all the botanic savants – all the good works on the subject in England as well as France &c – has lent me several number of some fine French works to look at – came upstairs at 10 50/60 – Mrs Barlow came with me and sat here ½ hour – Behaved properly but asking her to let me wish her goodnight my own way, she refused. I said there was no harm in it why not indulge me the thing was in itself immaterial. Then why, said she, do you wish for it she often. Seems as if going to caress me and then stops herself, she certainly likes me – 

Mr Saint Auban argued tonight that the French were frivolous but not lesser - they committed infidelities in friendship and in love but they were not inconstant they still loved at heart – they were not inconstant tho’ often unfaithful in the observances of love and friendship – Mrs Barlow and Mlle de Sans both agreed they should not much value love like that – it was a little too deeply ’cache’ in the heart – they would rather have it more shewn – and should not like frivolities of this kind – I understood he afterwards began to argue that ‘wisdom and religion were useless things now’, but finding Mme de Boyve and the rest stare, he began to explain himself differently with regard at any rate to love and friendship, he spoke according to the practice of Frenchmen – or so I should judge from all I hear – Rainy morning till near noon –afterwards pretty fine – Fahrenheit 65 at 12 50/60 pm at which hour just finished the whole of the journal of today but the 1st 3 ½ lines - Miss Harvey called this morning and Mlle de Sans but I was out the latter played to me this evening – she is now a good deal better than she was a few days ago – ½ hour eating grapes – E.. O.. –

(Dairy reference: SH7MLE80069)

[smythewmu]

[ PRIVATE ]: I have us booked into very fancy this french place in town. Well, of a sort. That's a little more complicated but I have flowers- roses literally sitting on my desk waiting to be presented to you in a dramatic, romantic fashion. And I even bought new cologue for this adventure. And I was going to put on quite the romantic music for car drive over. Hell, I was going to walk you to your door and kiss you goodnight if you wanted.

I didn't forget, Kurt.

I promise. But I am happy to take on Finn if that's how you wanna spend your night Je suis un connard, je ne peux pas le nier.

[ PRIVATE ] Maybe when I'm told to leave my Friday open, and I do, I'm expecting something a little more than 'I got nothing planned, baby', Sebastian. Call me a hopeless romantic but I'm pretty sure when one person makes date plans, they're meant to be followed through. Silly me, I know. Won't be doing that again, no worries.

Although I do like the image of you fighting Finn. You're both very tall and scrappy. Even if he'd be very confused as I didn't make any plans with him at all, but I'm ready to change that as you FORGOT ABOUT OUR DATE. Connard.

[latanieredelasorciere]

Ça fait plusieurs fois que des femmes viennent me voir en me demandant une solution concrète pour se faire ligaturer les trompes car tous les gynécologues qu'elles rencontrent leur refusent (avec des motifs plus ou moins variés comme "vous êtes trop jeune", "vous ne savez pas de quoi l'avenir sera fait" etc).

Et ça me rend toujours aussi triste parce qu'on refuse à ces femmes le droit de contrôler leur corps. Elles ne veulent plus d'enfants, en quoi ça regarde ces gynécologues ? Parfois elles n'ont même plus de solution de contraception car elles sont contre indiquées à quasiment tout. Mais on leur refuse quand même. Même si elles ont déjà eu 4 enfants.

Mais enfin je sais pas, c'est une vraie demande ça, une vraie souffrance pour ces femmes. Comment on peut se permettre de les juger sur leurs choix ???

Leur corps, leur choix. Fin du débat.

[manhattanlesbo-blog]

Still thinking about LOIE FULLER..who she honored during her REPUTATION tour....and scrabble game....And there is BLUE and PINK...and Karlie’s outfit...

Words of Claire Mead describing LOIE:

“Experimenting with shapes, forms, playing with dual identities and personas, in a hide-and-seek, illusionist game, it’s hard to see Loïe’s act as anything but queer in its very nature, performing her identity in a dual game of revelation and dissimulation. Being openly queer yet hiding in plain sight on stage, she had perfect control over the visual effects surrounding her performance while never crafting an actual on-stage persona, and marketed her own image skillfully while never being the object of fantasy or objectification. The point is not so much that her work was chaste and ethereal because of her lesbianism, but rather that she freed herself from a vast amount of normative constraints to develop her performances.

1892. Les Folies-Bergères, Paris. The long flowing silk fabric twists and turns into mesmerizing optical illusions through elegant, dynamic movements. The dance is revolutionary, unlike anything seen before on stage. Not only the dance, but the experience in its totality, with dramatic colourful lighting subliming the way in which the dance creates a sense of weightlessness, a shifting kaleidoscope of shapes. This is Loïe Fuller, an American dancer who found her true audience in Paris at a moment during which art was increasingly looking towards a new, fresh modernity in its outlook, seeking to capture and represent the world in different ways to counter photography’s rising appeal in mirroring reality. Loïe was a pioneer in more ways than one: she is seen as one of the founders of modern dance and one of the first performance artists. A pioneer of on-stage effects developed an impressive array of theatrical lighting techniques, with a keen interest and involvement in chemistry and astronomy. Interweaved among these acheivements lies her own identity as an openly lesbian woman in turn-of-the-century America and France. Rather than a footnote, an afterthought or a detail, Loïe’s queerness pervaded her career and her artistic acheivements.

The woman who was going to be nicknamed the “Electric Salome” of the Belle Epoque was born in a modest Illinois town in 1862 and started performing at the age of 12, transitioning from acting to dancing. Her early acting performances involve pantomime and crossdressing; her dancing led to the scandalous discarding of corsets and stockings, performing with sheer materials. Paradoxically this act of revealing was also one of dissimulation: the countless veils and billowing materials she’ll become famous for hide and suggest the body rather than affirming it, transforming and subliming it. Starting as a burlesque skirt dancer, she starts to experiment with the potential of the skirt dance in a more ethereal interpretation, playing with the effects of material in motion and lighting. The “Serpentine Dance” Loïe coined in New York encompassed this ethereal, flowing quality with silk and lighting experiments which Loïe would perfect into an advance technological experience over time. The main “key” was to increase the fabric of the original skirt and to devise a show of changing coloured lights reflected in the silk material, with theatrical, improvised movements.

fter unsuccessful stints in London and a circus in Cologue, divorcing from a hasty first marriage and moving from New York to Paris with her mother for a clean break led to a nasty shock. She had failed to have her Serpentine Dance copyrighted in New York after a long trial and her work was already being copied, so much so that she actually had to perform under one of her imitators’ name to even get an audience! The “real deal” was soon recognised, however, and Loïe Fuller’s real début at the Folies-Bergères in 1892 cemented her success and fame.

This modernism weaves itself into her queerness, which she discovered and embraced first in Paris. Loïe’s very introduction to the city, fleeing an unhappy marriage which seems to have been no more than a failed attempt at “fitting in��, started with a first lesbian relation with the painter Louise Abbéma, who was also, allegedly, Sarah Bernhardt’s former lover. She introduced her to a buzzing sapphic socialite scene, notably the circle of friends of Nathalie Barney, American lesbian poet extraordinaire, who assembled around her a clique of queer women artists in Paris. (Allegedly, her performances ended with a shower of violets on stage – and imagining a posse of queer influencial socialites pelting the stage with the flower symbol for lesbian and bisexual women is wonderful).

There is a lot to unpack concerning the willful erasure and warping of queer identities and relations on-screen and in media in general. The main issue appears to be the impression that mentioning your historical protagonist was queer will suddenly overpower the rest of their creative content and acheivements. To the question “why should we have to know a person was queer to appreciate their acheivements?” I’d answer “why do we have to erase who they were to even make these acheivements palatable to an audience in the first place?” Until that last question is not met with illogical, embarassed or exasperated noises, I’ll assume compiling the legacies of queer women artists, performers, collectors and dealers makes perfect sense. Loïe was a master of illusion, disguise and revelation but she never cast a veil upon who she was or who she loved. Let’s continue to honour her creativity, her queerness…and that of many other women throughout history.”

[storytimefromthecreed]

Vigilante AU: Sonny Carisi

(2)

"Detective Tutuola."

"Oh hell nah." Fin wheeled his gun toward her and lowered it when he realized who had scared him. "What are you trying to do? Get shot?" He resumed securing the perimeter, and she trailed him. "Stop following me. I don't get in trouble.”

“Is there a detective around here that does wanna get in trouble?” She pressed and Fin nodded towards the door.

“Just a simple investigation. The perimeter is clear, but Rollins might need some help securing the scene.”

Rollins it was then.

(Y/N) slipped past the yellow tape and into the house.

Saying the house was grand would an understatement. A winding staircase lead to a second story, but she followed the flashlight of who she believed to be Detective Rollins searching the living area. It was dark, but the light illuminated the art decorating the walls. The beam moved from the living area, the center of the house, towards the nook of the kitchen. It was when The Vigilante grew closer that she realized the shape was too large to be Amanda. 

She ducked against the wall and lowered her breathing. Calming herself down, she pushed her hearing out and concentrated on what the man was muttering. The sound of heels on tile caught her ear, and she watched in horror was Amanda walked into the kitchen. 

Before she could pull her gun, (Y/N) heard the unmistakeable click of the man readying his. From her hiding place, she could see Amanda raise her arms. “Lower you weapon, or I shoot your brains out right now.”

“You don’t wanna do that. My partner is right outside and he’s probably called back up by now.” Amanda spoke calmly, her blue eyes watching the man.

Damn it! From her position, she could only see Amanda. She was facing her attacker. He was probably right on the opposite side of the wall (Y/N) was hiding behind. Amanda was backing up.

“Slide your gun to me. Right now.”

“You don’t want to do this. Your wife has no case. This! Doing this? It gives her one.” The man began to weep.

“I’m not playing around! I will kill you!”

 “Ok. Ok.” Amanda was backed up into the livingroom, and her eyes flashed to (Y/N). (Y/N) placed her finger over her lips, and Amanda looked back to the man. 

“NOW!” The man’s scream echoed. Amanda placed her gun on the ground, and slid it to him. 

“You got what you wanted. Now let’s talk. Just put your gun on that table on your left. Watch your head for the open cabinet door on your right. Everything is going to be ok. We’re going to get through this. Together.” Amanda’s voice was soft, and the man began to cry louder.

“There’s nothing left for me. No one can help me.” The man raised the gun again. “Not even you.”

(Y/N) ducked her head under the cabinet door and weaved under the man’s arm. She swiftly grabbed his arm and sat on the table on his left, twisted her right around his neck, and him bend backwards. The uncomfortable postiton caused him to loosen his hold on the gun. They struggled over it, and she made sure to keep it pointed away from Amanda. Once it began evident that he was not releasing it, (Y/N) made it an objective to unclip the weapon instead. Bullets fell on her face like cold rain, and she emptied the chamber. 

“NYPD! Put your hands up!”  Amanda held her gun to them, and (Y/N) released the man from her grip. The man fell back with a groan, collapsing into the backbend. (Y/N) rolled off the table and rolled her wrists. Everything seemed to be working properly. “Thanks. I got this.” Amanda flipped the man over and began to cuff him.

“I look forward to working beside you again, Detective.”

....

“You think your friend is joining us tonight?” Amanda asked as they strode into the building. “Or does she only show up when there’s action? Does one of us have to be in danger? How does this all work, you know? Does The Vigilante have us under their watchful gaze? Should we get a signal?”

“Rollins, you’re asking way too many questions.” Sonny followed her into the elevator.

Amanda paused a moment, adjusting her vest. “Does she ever talk to you? When she comes to the rescue?”

“Rollins.” Carisi gave her a look, but she ignored him. 

“What? She talks to me!”

“Oh really?” Sonny tried not to look interested, but the events that took place with his girlfriend while she was in hero mode were comical. The things she would say to people who viewed her as this suspernatural creature. Fin said she complimented his cologue, his shoes, and said she was a fan of his work. Barba didn’t like her, but said she made him laugh once when she told him he had to stop eating in his office because she would pass by and get hungry. Jokingly, he ordered extra chinese food one night and they ended up having dinner. 

“Never mind, Carisi. You’re just...” She gestured to his whole body, and Sonny rolled his eyes. “Besides, we’re late. You know Fin is gonna have something to say about that.”

When the doors opened, Fin was the first thing they saw. “Welcome back, you two. You’re late.”

“Sorry Fin, traffic.” Amanda undid her vest as she spoke. 

“Was Carisi driving?” Fin chuckled.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Sonny undid his as well and left it on his desk. “Rollins was telling me we need to get a signal so we can call her best friend and have deep conversations.”

“Shut up, Carisi.” Amanda made a face at him, and he threw up his hands in mock surrender. “I just think it’s cool.” Amanda whispered. Fin, and Sonny leaned in. “I mean, a badass runs around the city, kicking ass and taking names in the name of justice? Come on, they’re real life super hero, and I’m here for it.”

“But that allows other idiots to run around and get hurt.” Fin added. “I think what The Vigilante is doing is cool and all, in theory, but,” he shrugged.

“Come on now, Fin.” Sonny came in with the defense. “It’s not their fault that people are dumb. My mom has a saying-”

“I hope we’re not talking about who I think we are?” Olivia’s voice cut their conversation short, and the detectives pulled away from one another. Amanda went to her laptop, Fin scribbled in his notepad, and Sonny grabbed his coat. Dodds had tailed her, and watched with an bemused expression. “Guys! It’s our job to protect the citizens. Legally. This vigilante can’t keep making us look bad. We don’t work with him and he doesn’t work for us, understand?” Olivia used her mom voice paired with her “stern” look, and everyone nodded. “Good.”

“Besides, the law is there for a reason.” Dodds stepped in. “If everyone who can throw a decent punch decided they knew what was best for everyone else, then we would be in chaos.” Pause as his words settled in with the detectives. “Unless we have another case, we’re done for the day. Everyone rest up. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” Fin asked, leaning back in his chair.

“My father has a saying, ‘Tomorrow could the biggest day of your life.” Mike said proudly.

“That’s a goofy saying.” Fin’s response made Sonny and Amanda conceal their laughter.

....

Sonny laid on her stomach as the pair watched TV. Wrapped in each other’s arms, she planted a kiss in his soft brown hair. 

"Did you have a good day?” She stroked his hair, and he faceplanted into her chest. “That bad?”

“I dawanna talk about it.” Sonny mumbled against her skin. His hot breath went through her shirt and warmed her. She laughed at the sensation, and Sonny kissed her there. “Just a long one.” He returned laying his head on his chest and watched the show.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Sonny pulled her closer. Taking in her smell, her warmth, her essence; it relaxed him. Made her seem more real.

(Y/N) knew what he was doing, but chose not to comment on it. Since Sonny had discovered that she was The Vigilante, he had been doing this. He was always in need of her touch, but whole body contact whenever they were home was becoming a norm. Keeping her close to him like this was his way of calming himself down. Of reminding himeslf that she was safe in his arms, and to not let his mind run wild with whatifs.

“You ok, Sonny bunny?” Sonny popped up. His eyes were dark with indecision. “You know we can talk about anything, right?” Sonny nodded, and seemed to be preparing himself. Silence rang for minutes.

“You wrestled with a loaded gun.” Sonny said, his voice faltering. He couldn’t do this. Looking at her face, the person he could lose. It was too real. Sonny pushed off her, kissing her nose quickly when he did so. Throwing an arm over the back of the couch, Sonny got comfortable. “That’s dangerous. Rollins told me you protected her, I get that I swear I do, but it makes me nervous hearing stories like that. Thinking that’s you, wrestling a gun away from a man twice ya size.” As he spoke, his hand rubbed her leg. His eyes watched the movement, unable to look at her. “It makes me feel bad, like I’m not there to protect you. That I’m not doing my job right if ya have to go out there and deal with thugs like that. But," Sonny took a deep breathe, "it mostly scares me.” The rubbing was getting hard, almost painful, so she took his hand. “It scares me not knowing what you’re doing out there. It’s one thing when you’re following me, but when you’re out there? Alone?” He held her fingers apart, and massaged her palms as he spoke. “The whole superhero thing is too new for me, but I swear I can do it. I promise.” His eyes flashed to her as if making sure she was still there before jolting back down to their hands. “I’m scared that something’s gonna happen to you out there, and I won’t know. I won’t be there when you need me to be." His voice was a small whisper as he spoke. Blue eyes drilled into her hands.

Letting his words sink in. (Y/N) felt them. They weighed on her heart. Her throat resticted and she watched the man she loved idly place her hand on his cheek to cup his face. Sonny closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying himself. They had both known the dangers going into a relationship, but they hadn’t considered the emotion trauma.

“I’m sorry for making you worry, Dominick.” He nodded and kissed her palm at the sound of his name. “This line of work is dangerous, and you’re right to say I’ve been doing it a long time.” Sonny nodded along, just listening. Her throat choked her, and tears were on the cusp of her eyes. “But I don’t need it. Sonny. Not anymore. What we have. Here. Together.” The tears spilled over and she withdrew her hand from his to wipe them away. She chuckled at herself. “I’m not going to put myself in a position where I’d lose this. If there every comes a time where I have to pick between the two, I’m picking you within a second. This isn’t worth having you worry. I love you too much to put you through this.”

“That’s not what I want.” Sonny wiped his eyes. “This is something you’ve worked your whole life for. I don’t want to take that away for me. To have you end up resenting me. Some boyfriend.” She sniffed, and Sonny grabbed a tissue box from the table. Steady hands wiped her tears, and she pulled him close. Hot tears fell on her shoulder while she burrowed her face into the crook of his neck. They sat there releasing their pent up emotions for a few minutes.

 “Dominick this is my job, and I do love it. But, I do wanna retire one day. I’ve seen enough, done enough. At the end, I want to settle down. Get married.” Shakey, “Have your kids.” Sonny pulled back to see her face.

"You mean that?" His voice was husky."You'd really give it up. For me? I mean, I'm not asking but, you would?"

"Trust me. I’m not running into danger blindly. I have too much to lose now. Trust me, Dominick, you mean more to me than I could put into words. When I’m out there, you are with me."

“I love you.” His eyes teared up again, and he wiped them with the back of his hand. “I love you so much it hurts."

“I love you, Dominick Carisi. I will never let you down.” She had said many things in her life, but these words were a vow. If he wanted her to stop, she would. He had complete hold of her heart. As she did his.

....

He was going to kill her. The Vigilante leapt over a bench and headed for an alley she knew would lead her to a roof. Who the hell was this guy and what did he have against superheroes? The sound of running grew closer behind her. Jesus! Did this guy ever get tired? (Y/N) raced up the fire escape, but heard him right behind her. Once her feet hit the flat of the roof, she was off again. The man was right behind her. The end of the roof neared, and (Y/N) pushed her burning muscles. Just a little farther. Each breathe burned. Air felt like poison.

(Y/N) leapt off the rooftop, rolling when her feet hit the neighboring roof. There was no time to rest her burning muscles and tired lungs. The sound of huffing, the sound of gravel under bodyweight, and groaning sounded behind her. Good lord! Did this guy not know how to slow down? The city accepted her! The people knew she was out there! Why was this guy after her?!

With no time to think, (Y/N) rolled to her side and faced her attacker. A dark haired man, red in the face, put his fists up and faced her in a similar stance.

“Freeze!”

“What the hell is your problem?” The Vigilante growled. “I’m one of the good guys!”

The man retorted. “You don’t work for NYPD. You’re breaking the law.”

“What’s your plan?” (Y/N) scoffed. “Beat me into submission?” He began walking towards her and she mirrored his moments. He was different than her other run ins while in the city. This man moved like a fighter. “Try to catch me first.”

The man jabbed first. Quickly. Testing her range.

(Y/N) didn’t flinch. The man jabbed again, and she sidestepped him. But he was smart. He grabbed her arm, twisted her around, and pinned her arm behind her back. The pain made her whince.

“I just want to talk.” He whispered in her ear.

“This is talking?” Untwisting her arm, she kicked at his ribs. He grabbed her foot and held her. She jumped up and twisted her body so that her freed foot caught the man’s jaw. Sprawled on the ground, (Y/N) crawled a space distance away before rolling to her feet and readying herself for a second round. Trembling from exhaustion, sweat burned her eyes. Blackness edged her vision.

Sonny yelled from the opposing rooftop, aiming his gun between the pair. “Hey! Freeze!” The man was distracted, and (Y/N) used this to leap off the building.

.....

“Are you ok?” Sonny asked when he came home and found her icing her wrist. Gingerly examining it, Sonny found it was red thankfully not swollen. He clutched her tight. Exhaling his pent up breath, he buried his face in her hair. Worry burdened his heart the whole time in the squadroom, even on the drive home, and hiding it was exhausting. 

“Sonny, you’re going to suffocate me.” She mumbled against his chest, and he begrudgingly freed her. (Y/N) locked her wrists around his neck. “I asked you to trust me and I almost got caught. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Sonny pressed his lips to hers and just held himself there. "I've got your back. Promise."

"Your new friend plays rougher than I’m used to." (Y/N) tested the waters with a joke. After all this talk about taking care of herself and him having not a reason to worry, this friggin' guy had to ruin her week! He'd been after her since NYPD threw up the opinion to establish a manhunt against her. It didn't take, but still.

Sonny slowed his breathing, his heart was hammering in his chest. Sonny shook his head of doubt. "I know you’re trained." He chuckled, trying to play off the nerves. “You’ve kicked my ass plently before I knew who you were.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes, but he was trying. For her.

 “Out there," (Y/N) jut her chin towards the window on the other side of the living room. "I might be a superhero. With you, I’m just me." Her fingers tangled at the button of his shirt. "I could use some help taking care of my wrist.”

“I’ll open the Advil with my perfectly strong and secure hands, damsel.” Sonny kissing her softly. The tension in the room subsided. 

“Get those strong hands to also get me some ice cream?”

Sonny grabbed the bottle from on top of the fridge and gave her a mock annoyed look as he slowly opened the freezer. “Chocolate Mint or Strawberry?”

“Ew.” 

“Just cause of that, you’re getting Chocolate Mint.” He threatened, knowing her distain for his favorite flavor. “I’m the only one with working hands around here.”

“Sonny!”

"(Y/N)." Sonny whined back and he pulled out the Strawberry. “Fine. Just cause you're broken.” He handed her the pill which she quickly popped in her mouth.

“Who the 'ell was that guy anyway?" She sipped the water he gave her and handed back the glass. "A friend of yours?”

“That is,” Sonny grabbed bowls and silverware. “Chief Dodds son. Our new Sargeant."

"Dodds? As in the guy-"

"With the manhunt idea? Yea. That would be him." Sonny took their bowls to the living room and she tailing him with her hands at his waist.

"Is that gonna be a problem?" They fell on the couch and Sonny gave her his smirk.

"Nothing we can't handle, right?"

[a-modernmajorgeneral]

The motif on the right-hand narrow side of the base, of which only dancing feet and an animal paw remain, could possibly have shown the god Dionysus with a satyr and a panther. On the left-hand side, a motif block was incorporated into the reconstruction that at first glance does not seem to fit into the symmetrical concept of the complex. It is located directly below the rear pilaster capital and shows a maenad holding the rear part of a deer in her left hand, which she has split in half. Her right hand, which is no longer preserved, once held the sword with which she killed the animal. The relief block, carved at an angle, was inserted in this place during the reconstruction because its back showed a flat pilaster with the beginnings of the leaf garland known from the front of the tomb. On this side of the base, another relief fragment can be seen, showing a foot. On the flanks of the cella above there is a frieze with the shepherd god Pan, who since the late Hellenistic period has increasingly been placed in the environment of the god Dionysus.[16] The motif on the right narrow side of the aedicule shows Pan with a pedum, a stick that is bent at the top. In his left hand he carries a dead hare. Above this scene is a theater mask, as is often found on tombs. On the left side of the aedicule the god Pan is depicted with a shepherd's flute (syrinx); instead of the mask, Cupid flies over the scene. In both depictions the god, striding towards the front of the tomb, turns to a laurel tree, on which a snake is winding itself.

Sepulcher of Poblicius, a detail

* 40-50 CE

* Romano-Germanic Museum, Cologne

* More photos here

* Imperium Romanum: Amazing discovery

Cologne, November 2017

[ukdamo]

Linnhe View

George T Watt

Deylicht cams in canny on ae winter’s morn, nae sunlicht heralds this slaw dawn, rid an green the bouylichs flicker in the loun, luikin Linnhe-wards frae Ardgour.

Beinn a’Bheithir tourin frae Appin’s shore, ae shudder haudin agin the distant moor an aa aroon the mountains cologue thair pooer luikin Linnhe-wards frae Ardgour.

Lismore like ae sentry bars the seaward yett, the wurld will nae gain entry yet, fur here the ceinturies ar juist ae puckle stour luikin Linnhe-wards frae Ardgour.

Nicht gangs weary like yuletime snaw, slaw the lift taks on ae lichter hue, will gled tidins cam wi this grey hoor luikin Linnhe-wards frae Ardgour?

Faw can tell fit this dey micht bring, we hae nae control ower hoo the sang will sing, we maun haud atween the rid an green, luikin Linnhe-wards frae Ardgour.

[poisonouslightslayer]

"Go wear something pretty Sting, like something pink, and your cologue should be pepermint." He smirked

"Pink? Dream on. I already have something picked out for that night so you'll have to wait and see."

@kuroganeslayer

[yay-yo]

Pénurie de gynécologues médicaux dans plusieurs départements

Pendant près de 20 ans, la gynécologie médicale n’était plus reconnue comme spécialité à la Faculté de Médecine… Elle... source https://www.allodocteurs.fr/maladies/gynecologie/penurie-de-gynecologues-medicaux-dans-plusieurs-departements_27015.html

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VIDEO. Découvrez le #cologu, meilleur planeur de tous les mammifères

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