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kxsagi · 1 month ago

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REQUEST IDEA 😼😼🔥🔥‼️

Reader goes on a family trip basically. BUT they bring their s/o. Reader's aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and parents (or just their primary family in general) go to a somewhere for a get together. Could be a summer vacation, a winter skiing trip, an autumn trip outside the country, or anything else. Whichever vibes you want to go for 😋😋.

It's what people I know usually do but they let their kids bring their s/o and their family. So when a lot of the kids already have s/o's, it's gonna get harder and harder to take group photos😅😅. It's when the families are already familiar with each other enough yk.

And I wanna see character and reader's family interactions🔥🔥😋. How'd they interact with their little cousins, how they'd deal with interrogation from family members, how they'd try to win their family's favor, silly shenanigans they'd do with reader while on the trip, etc.

This is alrdy getting pretty long but I have to get this out. Scenario ideas!!! Reader's little cousins go through the character's bag. thats it lol. Embarrassing childhood stories. Interactions between the s/o's. "So what do you do?" conversations and other ppl answer "doctor/lawyer/engineer and other impressive sounding stuff" and the character just answers "...I play soccer" IDKK but it's fine in the end bc ppl probably know who they r. Speaking of, some person in the family fangirling/fanboying over the character bc they're rlly into soccer. NOT NECESSARY TO THE PROMPT THO so ignore this if you want🫶🫶

Any characters really but heh.... rin😼🥶😴😴🥶. Also now that I read over the prompt, this seems sooo Isagi. I don't really have a preferred format so it's up to you🫶. sorry if it's too long lmao 😭😭

“𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐬. 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲”

a/n: i am aware that everyone has different families, but for the sake of making it funny, i made reader’s family pretty chaotic!

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧

a/n: rin and sae are on good terms here! (art credits go to 1omya on X)

your family’s idea of a relaxing vacation was flying twelve hours to a quiet countryside villa in italy during peak autumn season, renting out an entire stone estate surrounded by vineyards, and somehow turning it into survivor: family edition. you knew it was going to be chaos the second your aunt asked in the group chat, “should we all bring our significant others?” and thirty messages later, the answer was yes. and that was how rin itoshi ended up in tuscany, standing stiffly in a turtleneck, carrying your pink suitcase like it personally insulted him, and regretting every life choice that led him here.

“you okay?” you asked sweetly, looping your arm through his as you walked toward the villa.

“i already hate it here,” he muttered.

“you say that, but you look cute with the autumn leaves in your hair.”

he deadpanned, “i’m going to throw myself into a wine barrel.”

the villa was already buzzing when you arrived. your cousins were running through the vineyard like feral woodland creatures. your mom was yelling at someone to stop touching the antique chandelier. your dad was trying to operate a pizza oven. and your great aunt, who had just discovered the bidet, was giving an enthusiastic tutorial to anyone within earshot. rin looked like he was actively trying to astral project.

then the interrogations started.

“so, rin,” said one aunt, sipping her wine with the measured look of someone who professionally judges wine and people. “what do you do?”

“i’m a soccer player,” rin said flatly.

“oh, that’s nice,” she said with the tone of someone who thought that meant he coached toddlers.

“professionally,” he added. “in europe.”

someone at the table choked on a breadstick.

“wait,” your cousin whispered, eyes wide. “wait. rin. rin itoshi?”

“unfortunately,” he muttered, already sensing what was coming.

“NO WAY. I FOLLOW YOUR FAN ACCOUNT,” they yelled, which immediately summoned a second cousin from across the villa who screeched “I HAVE HIS JERSEY SIGNED” and a third who appeared out of the hedges, clutching a soccer ball like a talisman.

and that’s how rin was cornered at the dinner table, being grilled about world cup stats by three cousins and your aunt, who suddenly “remembered watching him play against spain.” meanwhile, another cousin was secretly filming him from behind a wine bottle like a biologist observing a rare animal.

you leaned over and whispered, “having fun yet?”

“your cousin just asked if i’d sign her forehead.”

“you should. she said she’d tattoo it.”

he blinked. “what the hell is wrong with your family?”

“genetics.”

somewhere in the chaos, your little cousins broke into his room and started going through his suitcase. you walked in on them holding his designer jacket like it was a relic from a museum. one of them tried to wear it. it reached the floor. another was snooping through his skincare bag.

“what is this?” they asked, holding up his eye cream.

“expensive,” he said, snatching it back. “put it down before i cry.”

honestly, you were impressed with how he didn’t immediately flee to the airport. sure, he was grumpy 85% of the time and muttered threats like “i will fake my death and disappear into the hills,” but he also helped your cousin pick olives off the trees. he taught your younger cousin how to juggle a soccer ball and got way too into it. and when your grandma cornered him with a glass of homemade limoncello and asked if he loved you, he answered without hesitation.

“yeah,” he said. “i do.”

you didn’t hear it firsthand, but your grandma told everyone at breakfast. you couldn’t look at him without smirking. he threatened to put you in the pizza oven.

rin’s family arrived a few days into the trip, and the contrast was hilarious. his mom was quiet and sweet, immediately bringing you a scarf she knitted and complimenting your italian. his brother sae showed up in sunglasses like he was there to cause problems on purpose.

“yo,” sae said, sitting next to your dad. “you know your daughter’s out of rin’s league, right?”

rin almost choked on his wine.

somehow, the itoshis blended in perfectly. his mom and your mom started a wine club (which was just them drinking and ranking cheeses). his dad and your uncle bonded over espresso. sae teamed up with your cousin to build a bonfire that was technically illegal. someone’s dog peed on the vineyard. rin started drinking espresso like water. you weren’t sure if it was for the caffeine or emotional support.

one night, after a chaotic dinner involving three languages, a spilled lasagna, and your aunt accidentally texting the wrong rin her apple strudel recipe (a kid in osaka got it), you pulled him aside into the garden.

the moonlight lit the leaves gold. the air smelled like wine and pine and the burnt crust of whatever your uncle put in the pizza oven this time. you leaned on the railing. he stood next to you, arms crossed.

“you survived,” you said.

“barely.”

“but you didn’t hate it?”

he glanced at you. “your cousin asked if i was gonna propose.”

you grinned. “and what did you say?”

“… i said not with her watching.”

you laughed, eyes crinkling. he looked at you like you hung the moon.

“you really love me, huh?” you teased.

he rolled his eyes. “you’re lucky you’re hot.”

“so lucky.”

and then, because it was your family and nothing was sacred, someone threw a wine cork at you from the balcony and yelled “GET MARRIED ALREADY!”

you both turned.

rin shouted back, “MIND YOUR BUSINESS.”

you? you just laughed. because honestly? this was already better than any fairytale. just rin, your ridiculous family, and the chaos that made life sweet.

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

a/n: art credits go to jyauii on X

you weren’t really sure what possessed you to bring isagi yoichi to your family’s yearly summer beach trip. maybe it was because your little cousins had been bugging you about your mysterious soccer boyfriend for months. maybe it was because your mom asked a little too sweetly if “yoichi could come, if he’s free, we’d love to have him.” or maybe it was because you wanted to see if he could survive your family’s unique brand of chaos. turns out? the man’s got survivor instincts.

you’d barely parked the car before one of your younger cousins launched himself at isagi like a heat-seeking missile, declaring a wrestling match to establish dominance. “he’s testing you,” you said, deadpan, while isagi politely got tackled into the sand.

“i think he wins,” isagi wheezed, pinned under a four-foot-tall ball of energy.

the beach house was packed. like, “how did we pass the fire code” packed. your family didn’t just vacation, they migrated. aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, family friends, and that one mysterious extra person no one ever explained, everyone was here. and now, so was isagi, wearing his nicest shorts, polo shirt, and a hopeful smile, completely unaware that he was about to be questioned like a man on trial.

your mom greeted him with a hug. your dad sized him up. your aunt took one look and whispered, “he looks polite. that’s suspicious.” you gave him a sympathetic pat on the back. “good luck,” you whispered. “they smell fear.”

he handled it pretty well, all things considered. by the time dinner rolled around, he was already holding a baby in one arm and flipping burgers with the other, like some sort of domestic action hero. your grandma called him “helpful.” your uncle called him “a decent enough guy, for someone who wears ankle socks.”

but of course, the moment of truth came during the infamous family dinner interrogation, where your relatives ask everyone under 40 what they do for a living, purely to judge silently afterward.

“so, yoichi,” one of your uncles began, already swirling a glass of wine like a villain, “what is it that you do?”

“i play soccer,” isagi replied, like a fool. silence.

“for a local team?” another asked, squinting.

“… i play professionally. in germany.”

your aunt blinked. “for which team?”

“bayern munchen.”

a beat. then your cousin, who’d been silently scrolling under the table like a short-attention span ipad kid, let out a strangled squeak and went, “NO FREAKING WAY. YOU’RE ISAGI YOICHI? I HAVE YOUR FIFA CARD.” and that was that.

it was over.

your uncle’s wine glass trembled slightly. your younger cousins screamed. your grandma, bless her, just nodded and said, “ah. so he’s on television.” she then resumed eating her grilled fish like nothing happened.

you could see the shift. suddenly, your relatives weren’t just tolerating isagi, they were trying to impress him. your cousin who once called soccer “just people kicking balls around” was now pretending he’d always been a diehard fan. your aunt googled how to say “go, isagi!” in german. your uncle who played a little in college suddenly decided it was time to “kick the ol’ ball around again,” which ended in him tripping over a cooler and blaming the sand.

later that night, your younger cousins raided your shared suitcase and found a photo album his mom had secretly slipped in “for memories.” mistake. big mistake.

“LOOK AT BABY YOICHI!” one cousin yelled, holding up a photo of isagi with his signature ahoge and bright yellow rain boots, pouting dramatically at the camera. “WHY IS HE CRYING HERE?”

“his cake had no frosting,” you explained solemnly. “dark day.”

another cousin flipped to a picture of him sleeping with a soccer ball clutched to his chest. “i’m gonna send this to my group chat.”

“i’m being blackmailed by children,” isagi mumbled.

you kissed his cheek. “you’re doing great, love.”

honestly, he kind of was. he helped the kids build a sandcastle shaped like a turtle, he got tricked into joining a beach volleyball game where the ball hit him in the face twice, and he somehow ended up in a conga line started by your aunt after two piña coladas. it was beautiful. and terrifying.

then his parents showed up.

his mom brought handmade onigiri for everyone, which instantly won the hearts of your entire extended family. his dad complimented your dad’s grilling technique, which led to them bonding over charcoal like long-lost brothers. the two families mingled like this was the summer crossover event of the year. your mom and his mom were already planning a joint potluck. your grandma offered his dad a homemade remedy for back pain that involved vinegar and prayer. someone suggested a badminton match that turned into an all-out olympic-level war. it was perfect.

as the night wound down and the fire pit crackled, you and isagi found a quiet moment alone by the shore. the moonlight glinted off the waves. laughter echoed from the deck behind you. you kicked off your shoes and sighed.

“that was… a lot,” you said, leaning into him.

“you think your uncle’s gonna send me that photo of me covered in ketchup?” he asked softly.

“he said he’s using it as your contact picture.”

he groaned and let his forehead fall against your shoulder.

“yoichi?”

“mm?”

“thanks for coming.”

he smiled into your skin. “you kidding? i’d survive a thousand uncles if it means getting to do this with you.”

you grinned. “you really like me, huh?”

“more than soccer.”

“liar.”

“… equal to soccer.”

you nodded, satisfied. “i’ll take it.”

and as you stood there, wrapped in his arms, sand between your toes and half your family plotting a family soccer tournament with him as the coach, you thought yeah. this was gonna be one hell of a vacation.

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maujr35 · 4 months ago

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Beautiful letter from Colombian president Petro to Trump:

Trump, I don’t really enjoy traveling to the US much; it’s a bit boring. But I admit there are commendable things. I like visiting the Black neighbourhoods of Washington. There, I saw a full-blown clash in the capital of the US between Black and Latino communities, with barricades. It seemed nonsensical to me because they should unite.

I confess that I like Walt Whitman, Paul Simon, Noam Chomsky, and Miller.

I confess that Sacco and Vanzetti, who share my blood, are memorable figures in US history. I follow their legacy. They were murdered in the electric chair for being labor leaders, killed by the fascists who exist both in the US and in my own country.I don’t like your oil, Trump. It’s going to destroy humanity because of greed.

Maybe one day, over a glass of whiskey—which I accept despite my gastritis—we can speak frankly about this. But it’s difficult because you consider me part of an inferior race, which I am not, and neither are any Colombians.

If you’re looking for someone stubborn, that’s me, period. With your economic power and arrogance, you might try to stage a coup like the one against Allende. But I stand firm in my beliefs. I resisted torture, and I’ll resist you. I don’t want slaveholders near Colombia; we’ve had too many, and we freed ourselves. What I want for Colombia are lovers of liberty. If you can’t join me in this, I’ll look elsewhere. Colombia is the heart of the world, and you didn’t understand that. This is the land of yellow butterflies, the beauty of Remedios, but also of the colonels like Aureliano Buendía, one of whom I might be—the last, perhaps.You may kill me, but I will survive in my people, who existed before yours, in the Americas. We are peoples of the winds, the mountains, the Caribbean Sea, and freedom.You don’t like our freedom—fine. I won’t shake hands with white slaveholders. I shake hands with white libertarians, heirs of Lincoln, and with the Black and white farmers of the US. At their graves, I cried and prayed on a battlefield I reached after crossing the mountains of Tuscany in Italy and after surviving COVID.

They are the US, and to them, I bow—not to anyone else.Knock me down, Mr. President, and the Americas and humanity will respond to you.Colombia now stops looking northward; it looks to the world. Our blood comes from the caliphate of Córdoba, the civilization of its time, from the Mediterranean Roman Latins who founded the Republic and democracy in Athens. Our blood carries the spirit of enslaved Black resisters brought here by you. Colombia is home to the first free territory in the Americas, before Washington, across all of the Americas. There, I take refuge in their African songs.

My land has artisanship that existed in the time of the Egyptian pharaohs and the first artists of the world in Chiribiquete.

You will never dominate us. We are defended by the warrior who rode through our lands crying for freedom—Bolívar.

Our people are somewhat fearful, somewhat shy, naïve, and kind, but they will know how to reclaim the Panama Canal, which you violently took from us. Two hundred heroes from all over Latin America lie in Bocas del Toro, present-day Panama but once Colombia, murdered by you.I raise a flag, and as Gaitán once said, even if I stand alone, it will remain aloft, with the dignity of Latin America, which is the dignity of the Americas—something your ancestor didn’t understand but mine did, Mr. President, an immigrant to the US.

Your blockade doesn’t scare me because Colombia, besides being the land of beauty, is the heart of the world. I know you love beauty as much as I do. Don’t disrespect it, and it will show you its sweetness.

FROM TODAY, COLOMBIA OPENS ITSELF TO THE WORLD, WITH OPEN ARMS. WE ARE BUILDERS OF FREEDOM, LIFE, AND HUMANITY.

I am informed that you impose a 50% tariff on the fruits of our labour entering the US. I will do the same.Let our people sow maize, which was discovered in Colombia, and feed the world.

#leftism #us politics #anti capitalism #antifascist #donald trump #colombia

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exitrowiron · 2 months ago

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New Zealand Day 2

After the jetboat/kayak adventure, Beth and I decided to go for a run. I looked in Strava and found a route close to our lodge but didn't notice that it wasn't paved. It was a very uneven dirt path and within a few minutes I'd completely rolled my ankle and sustained a serious sprain. Bummer.

Fortunately my injury didn't completely disrupt the Day 2 activities. Our travel agent had hired a personal guide/driver to take us for a short hike followed by wine tastings at several wineries. Beth did the hike without me while I joined a work call and then we headed to our first winery.

I should tell you that Beth and I are not big wine drinkers. If you offer us a choice between an ice cold Diet Coke or glass of good wine, 95% of the time we will choose the Diet Coke. But the wine in this region is well known so figured we should try it while we're here. We did the same thing in Tuscany and enjoyed the experience.

Because the tasting had been pre-arranged, it was just Beth and I and the winery rep and it kinda felt like a lower stakes time-share vacation sales pitch. The price list is front and center and the unspoken expectation is that in exchange for the 'free' tasting experience, you will buy some wine to be shipped to your house. Fortunately we discovered several that we liked and now our wine loving friends will be receiving some of New Zealand's finest for Christmas.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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Terry Silver Masterlist

Paris - Your entire world changes when you meet Terry Silver on your birthday.

Pont des Arts - You and Terry stroll along the Pont des Arts.

Kissing in the Rain - You and Terry share your first kiss in the rain.

Yours (NSFW) - Your first time with Terry starts with a seduction.

Adventure - Terry asks you to come on an adventure.

Stand By Me - Terry realises he's planning a life with you.

Fireworks - Terry and you watch the fireworks over Sydney.

Out of Love - You're convinced things will change when you get home to LA.

Camera Roll - Terry's finds you've gotten mischievious with cellphone.

Vulnerability - Terry tells you the truth about his mental health.

Sick Day - Terry knows something is wrong when you don't pick up his call.

Love Story - Terry questions your taste in literature.

Health Care - Terry takes care of your healthcare siutation.

Recovery - Terry plays an active role in your recovery.

Money Matters - You and Terry discuss your money concerns.

Bora Bora - You find inspiration when Terry takes you to Bora Bora.

Bad Girl (NSFW) - Terry tries to punish you after he realises you've been manipulating him.

Masks - Terry realises you're uncomfortable at an event.

All The Places That You've Been - Terry makes you a promise after you read through his travel journal.

Wherever You Go - Terry thinks about the day the two of you met during a trip to Osaka.

Home - Terry realises his house is becoming a home.

Good Morning - You wake up Terry up in a special way.

A Likely Story - Terry 'forgets' you're ticklish.

Don't You Forget (NSFW) - You remind Terry exactly who he belongs to.

Rio - Terry surprises you in the aftermath of a car accident.

Cock Block - Terry hates your car.

Tulips (NSFW) - Terry decides he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

I Do - Terry gives you his mother's ring in a chapel in Tuscany.

Midnight Sea - Terry and you send a night on the ocean.

Lunch - Terry decides to have you for lunch instead.

Honey (NSFW) - Terry eats lunch at his desk.

Like A Sinner In Church (NSFW) - Terry gets bored during a friend's wedding.

Paper Airplanes - Terry begins to consider starting a family.

Trying - You and Terry see a fertility specialist after a year of trying.

Lady In Red - Terry struggles to come to terms with your inability to start a family.

One Last Time - Terry's been waiting for the fall.

Roses - A bouquet of roses sparks an act of revenge.

Punishment (NSFW) - Terry decides to punish you when you misbehave.

Inspiration - Terry helps you find inspiration after you run into your ex.

Mine (NSFW) - Terry needs you to remember exactly who you belong to.

The Red Room - Terry takes care of a threat.

Poison - Terry takes action when he discovers there's a nude painting of you.

Persephone - You've always been Terry's goddess.

Goddess (NSFW) - You and Terry break a 400 year old piece of furniture with your roleplay.

Pandora's Box - Terry gives you a special gift.

Bullet In A Gun - A perfect night turns into a nightmare when JP finally catches up with you.

The Devil Himself - Terry fights for his life after being shot in the chest.

Raspberries - Terry wakes up from his coma to the taste of raspberries on his lips.

Pedestal - Terry confronts you about your role in JP's death.

Attention - Terry hasn't been paying you enough attention.

Distance - Terry and you struggle with emotional distance as the embezzlement case continues.

Postcards From My Heart - Terry discovers what you've been up to abroad.

Twenty Four Hours - You come home from your trip to spend 24 hours with your husband.

Disloyal - Terry runs into an old friend while you're away.

Budapest - Terry surprises you in Budapest.

Like A Virgin (NSFW) - Terry wishes he'd been your first.

Honesty - You discover what Terry's been up to when you recieve some unsolicited messages.

A Loaded Gun - Terry begins to struggle after John Kreese turns up on your doorstep.

Letting Go - It takes you leaving for Terry to realise he needs to make a change.

Stranglehold - Terry begs an unlikely duo for help.

Three Men & A Baby - You discover your pregnant at the worst possible time.

Self Defence - You wake up in the middle of the night with John Kreese's hands locked around your throat.

Remains of the Day - Terry and you try to cope with the aftermath of John Kreese's attack.

It Takes Time - Terry chases away your fears regarding your pregnancy.

Failure - Terry makes a decision regarding your home in the aftermath of what happened with Kreese.

Malibu - You and Terry move to a house in Malibu after the attack.

Everybody Talks - Terry discovers what his friends say about you.

Water - Terry wakes up to the sound of you singing to the baby.

Labour - A few thoughts about Sebastian's coming into the world.

Colic - Terry steps in when he realises you're struggling with Sebastian.

Red Velvet (NSFW) - It starts with a red velvet cupcake...

Smile - Terry sees his son smile for the first time.

Snow - Terry's son Sebastian experiances snow for the first time.

Sunday Mornings (NSFW) - Terry enjoys a lazy Sunday morning in bed with you.

Moodboard

Terry's Travel Journal

NSFW Alphabet:

Aftercare

Alone

Crying

Dressing Up

Horny

Kinky

Kissing

Lick

Lighting

Overnight

Quiet

Restraints

Submission

HCs:

Alternative Universe Timeline

Dating Other Women

Regrets

Sleeping Habits

Drunk

Val Day 2025

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #cobra kai

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aretis · 8 months ago

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📍Italy 🇮🇹♥️

Exploring Italy by 🚘

Milan - Start by exploring the heart of fashion, the Duomo and the "Last Supper".

Lake Como - Be enchanted by Bellagio and take a boat trip on the crystal clear waters.

Verona - Feel the romance in the air in the city of Romeo and Juliet.

Lake Garda and Trento - Discover the beauty of Italy's largest lake and the rich history of Trento.

Dolomites - Adventure through the mountains and breathtaking landscapes.

Venice - Lose yourself among canals and stories in the floating city.

Florence and Tuscany - Immerse yourself in the Renaissance and take a Tuscan getaway by visiting Pisa.Ⅲ级

Saturnia - Relax in natural hot springs, recovering your energy.

Rome - End your journey with a flourish in eternal Rome, from ancient history to modern pleasures.

@sierratur

Buongiorno Italia 🇮🇹

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federicagiordanophotography · 2 years ago

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#tuscany #photography #federica giordano #lifestyle #federica giordano photography #canon #summer #lucca #ponte del diavolo #garfagnana #travel #toscana #discover tuscany

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stilouniverse · 5 months ago

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Microstoria in cucina: osterie, strade, antichi mangiari a Firenze nel XV secolo - Seconda parte

a cura della Redazione Fabio Borbottoni, l’arco dei Pecori Tante le osterie presenti a Firenze nel periodo tra il XV e il XVI secolo: abbiamo scelto le più rinomate o quelle con particolarità per i piatti o per la frequentazione. A differenza infatti dei periodi successivi, e più precisamente dai primi anni del Settecento in poi, le osterie vennero a perdere il loro ruolo di luoghi di ritrovo…

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#discover Florence #Discover Tuscany #micro-history of Tuscany in the kitchen #storia e microstoria #Toscana curiosità

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pangeen · 2 years ago

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#Castle of Boccale #Livorno #Tuscany #Italy #nature #seascape #oceanscape #coast #shoreline #Castle #aesthetics #wanderlust #explore #follow #discover

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patrickpatrovichluxury · 2 months ago

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mutant-distraction · 2 years ago

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Neil Bockoven

OTZI THE ICEMAN - SOME FACTS YOU MAY NOT KNOW:

1) It took ten years to figure out how he died. The 5300-year-old remains of Otzi were discovered by two hikers in northernmost Italy in 1991, as he melted out of a glacier. First thought to have died from exposure, Otzi was found in 2001 to have an arrowhead in his shoulder that had cut a key artery.

2) He was a wreck - he had severe arthritis, ulcers, whipworms, gallstones, blackened lungs, atherosclerosis and rotten teeth. He had a frost-bitten toe, broken ribs, and genetic markers indicating the world's earliest known case of Lyme disease.

3) He was in shape - pollen studies indicate that, even though in his mid-40's and suffering from multiple ailments, he'd climbed from high elevation to low, then back again, perhaps as much as 8500' each way, all within 33 hours (Dickson et al. 2019).

4) Recent genetic work by Wang et al. (2023) indicates more than 90% of Otzi's ancestry came from Anatolian farmers, and he had dark eyes and skin. Rather than a forehead, Otzi had a five head (i.e., genes for male pattern baldness). These genetic indicators match up with what's seen from the mummified body.

5) Otzi had a relatively high level of Neanderthal genes - some reports saying more than 5% compared to a ~2% average for Europeans today.

6) Otzi may have been a part-time coppersmith. His possessions included one of the oldest-known copper axes, and analyses of his hair indicate that it was heavily contaminated with copper and arsenic, a pollutant associated with copper smelting (Brothwell, 1995).

7) Lead isotope and trace element studies indicate the copper in Otzi's ax came from ores in central Italy's Southern Tuscany region more than 300 miles away. The flint used for his arrowheads came from about 100 miles to the south. This suggests an extensive trade network.

7) Otzi had traces of cannabis on his tools, clothing and in his digestive system. The traces probably stem from its use for pain relief and/or from working with hemp fibers for rope or clothing (Wacker et al. 2019).

It's amazing what all we've learned from the wonderful discovery of Otzi!

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These Bronze Statues Reveal Ancient Healing Rituals

Discovered in a dig at a thermal spring in Tuscany, Italy, the well-preserved items offer a glimpse into medical practices from the Etruscan and Roman eras.

An exhibition that opened Friday at Rome’s Quirinal Palace could be described as a classic rags-to-riches story.

Just ten months ago, many of the bronze statues now on show there — artfully spotlighted and captioned — were submerged in layers of thick mud in what had been a sacred pool of thermo-mineral water roughly halfway between Florence and Rome.

Their rediscovery last fall during an ongoing archaeological excavation in a field just below the Tuscan town of San Casciano dei Bagni made headlines around the world, propelling the bronzes — via a stint in Italy’s main restoration institute — to the rare honor of being exhibited at the presidential palace.

“It’s an extraordinary discovery,” Luigi La Rocca, the culture ministry official responsible for archaeology, fine arts and landscape, told reporters at the palace on Thursday, praising the variety of the bronzes, their quality and their high degree of conservation.

The artifacts — mostly dating from the second century B.C. to the first century A.D. — were votive offerings collected in the sacred pool of the so-called Bagno Grande, or “large bath,” part of a sanctuary that was in use in various forms for more than 700 years.

Lightning struck the building around the first century A.D., and following the Etruscan tradition of burying objects struck by lightning in a sacred place, the statues and other artifacts were concealed under a layer of terra-cotta tiles along with a bronze thunderbolt, a ritual called “fulgur conditum.”

Successive votive offerings, mostly bronze coins and plants, were deposited until Christianity became the official religion of the Roman Empire in the fourth century A.D. Then, the sanctuary was dismantled, and its offerings were buried once again, which contributed to their remarkable conservation.

The dig that uncovered them began in 2019, but it was only in 2020 that the first artifacts — inscriptions, altars and small bronzes — began to emerge. Last year, the archaeologists dug further down into the sacred pool.

“We thought there could be something here, but nothing like what we found,” said Emanuele Mariotti, the director of the excavation, on a recent hot afternoon as he surveyed the site. “It was like a time capsule waiting to be opened,” he added.

The finds offer insights on ancient medical practices. The waters were considered curative by “Etruscans, Romans, Christians and Pagans,” Mariotti said. “This was a place of healing, meeting of cultures and medical knowledge.”

Many of the bronzes had inscriptions from the territory of Perugia, about 70 kilometers northeast of San Casciano, a considerable distance to travel more than 2,000 years ago. This shows “how complex and nuanced” cultural interaction was at the time, added Jacopo Tabolli, the scientific director of the dig and co-curator of the Quirinal show.

“Gods changed, but the water remained the same,” he added.

Some of the bronzes are still being restored, but many made it to the Quirinal for the exhibition. In one room, bronzes of arms, feet, ears and other body parts are on display, reflecting the various ailments that were treated at the thermal baths.

“These are unique,” Mariotti said, stopping in front of two bronze plaques showing what he said was a “very accurate” depiction of internal organs. Similar terra-cotta examples existed, he said, but bronze versions were hitherto unknown.

Other statues represented gods and goddesses, but also men, women and small children, wrapped in swaddling cloths. Some were sickly and in need of healing. Others appeared to have benefited from the cures.

The thermal springs are still used today for their therapeutic properties, both in the public baths near the archaeological site and at a private resort.

For San Casciano dei Bagni, a picturesque hilltop town, the ancient finds will hopefully bring new economic prospects, especially after the opening of a new museum in the city center.

Earlier this week, at a property deed transfer in Rome attended by various authorities, the culture ministry formally bought a palazzo in San Casciano dei Bagni from local clerics to house the museum (list price 670,000 euros, around $730,000) and Italy’s culture minister, Gennaro Sangiuliano, pledged to contribute “additional resources.”

Massimo Osanna, the director of Italy’s state museums said Thursday that he hoped one section of the museum would be ready next year. “I’m an optimist,” he said.

“It’s going to be a tremendous opportunity,” said Agnese Carletti, the town’s mayor. Following on from previous administrations, Carletti’s council championed and funded the local archaeological excavations that led to the finds, offering room and board to archaeology students participating in the summer digs.

A new excavation begins next week, and Tabolli said that it would concentrate on expanding the archaeological site to better understand the context around the sacred pool. “We’ve reconstructed the structure of the sanctuary, but there is still much more to know about the overall site which must have been monumental,” he said.

Osanna said that more surprises could be in store. “We don’t know what else the sanctuary has to offer,” he said.

By Elisabetta Povoledo.

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