#Italian events

[bigfatbreak]

Does Chloe tone down her direct bullying/harassment of Marinette after that day to just the dead mom jokes out of guilt, or is it more that Marinette now being homeschooled means Chloe just lost access? Also, does Lila try the whole lying/sabotaging thing on Marinette and just fail or does Marinette just not care?

Lila has no reason to sabotage Marinette because Marinette isn't threatening her little empire she wants to build. In fact, she really wants Marinette on her side BECAUSE she's not apart of the school, so she doesn't need to keep up an elaborate web of lies! She can just try to befriend a talented girl who makes AMAZING food and try to get freebies~

meanwhile, with Chloe, things got really complicated after the pool incident...

Tom was not in the mood to put up with this crap.

[workersolidarity]

🇮🇹🇵🇸 🚨

MASSIVE DEMONSTRATIONS IN MILAN SUPPORTING PALESTINE

📹 Scenes from massive demonstrations ongoing in support of Palestine and Gaza in the Italian city of Milan in the face of the Israeli aggression and brutal police crackdowns happening across the Western world against the Palestine solidarity movement.

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[jules-al-c]

Here is my poster for the Silver Screen Bang fic: The Soho Job! Written by @nightshiftcaffiene

Thank you so much

And thank you @do-it-with-style-events for hosting the bang

A little detail of the text at the top and bottom of the poster

And the necklace that Adam is wearing

It's Crowley!

I started to post this with the wrong spelling after I had already converted the layer to raster

[bellucci-daily]

Monica Bellucci attends the premiere of The Matrix Reloaded at the 56th International Film Festival on May 15, 2003 in Cannes.

[jokeroutsubs]

[ENG SUB] Joker Out in Stožice: how it all began (04.09.2022)

Today marks one year since Stožice! To celebrate this milestone, throughout the day we'll be posting content from that time.

On September 4th, 2022, Joker Out announced their first concert in one of Slovenia's most important arenas, Stožice, to be held a year later, by posting this video of Bojan's speech after their sold-out gig in Cvetličarna a year prior on their Instagram page (@joker_out_official)

Transcript, translation and subtitles by a member of JokerOutSubs, review by Drumbeat, proofreading by IG Gboleyn123.

On YouTube, the video is also available with:

🇷🇸 Serbian subs IG marija_rocen

🇮🇹 Italian subs by @vesdagrem

🇫🇷 French subs by @yoda-bor

[upennmanuscripts]

#CoffeeWithACodex is an informal lunch or coffee time to meet virtually with Kislak curators and talk about one of the manuscripts from Penn's collections. Each week we'll feature a different manuscript and the expertise of one of our curators. Everyone is welcome to attend.

On July 18, PhD candidate in Italian Studies and Comparative Literature Julia Pelosi-Thorpe will bring out Ms. Codex 2136, a miniature book of hours on parchment for the Use of Rome, made in northern Italy in the second half of the 15th century.

Register here:

[shapeshiftinterest]

mr. L stealing a kiss from a startled rookie

big thanks to AllageAntelope from twitter for helping translate and collab on the italian dialogue

mr. L: che ne pensi di un bacio, dolcezza?

rookie: mmph!?

translation:

mr. L: what do you think about a kiss, sweet thing?

bowuigi valentines event:

day 1: height/ size difference

day 2: flirting/ pick up lines

[fraternum-momentum]

the secret is that becoming a "normie" doesn't actually work if you don't enjoy those things and you cut yourself off from things you DO enjoy. Also the best way to find people in person is you gotta find clubs and groups. See if there are nerdy or weird events at your local library, find your local game or comic store and go there to chill, see if there's Facebook groups for activities of interest nearby.

idk how to tell u this anon but im horrible talking with complete strangers unless theres a person in the group that i already know. irl im really shy and i wont talk to you much unless were close (bc my first impression with anyone is that 'oh they hate me' lol) theres also the language barrier which is probably the biggest hurdle :']]

[bokutosmochi]

PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS ♡ GOJO SATORU

art student!gojo satoru x fem!reader

"two orders of rolled ice cream for gojo satoru and @aizumie please!"

ingredients? you help gojo paint in more ways than one

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? usage of paint in a sexual setting

sugar level? 2.8k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? i feel like this is one of the more creative pieces i've done. i think i've written better smut, but because of how creative this one is, i'm very fond of it.

bon appetit!

he told you it was just going to be a regular painting date, and you took it seriously. after all, painting was one of gojo's biggest passions in life and this was not the first time you've had such a date.

the first hour you spent in his dorm room was what you expected. when you entered, you were greeted by two canvases on their easels. there were two chairs behind them for you and gojo to sit on while you worked, and a small table between them which held two sets of paint.

everything gone smoothly; well, as smooth as you were gonna get when it comes to your boyfriend. he laughed while he booped your nose with his red paint-covered finger, saying how you were too late in reference to rudolph the red nosed reindeer, called your name to make you turn to the side while he held a wet paintbrush close to your face, and his usual shenanigans.

after washing up and taking a short break though, satoru told you he needed your help with a particular painting for one of his classes.

"babyy, you would do anything for me, right?" he batted his pretty white eyelashes up at you while cuddled into your stomach which lightly churned at his words. it was like your body already knew he was up to something no good, and you couldn't help your body from doing so. he was gojo satoru, after all.

with eyes narrowed to slits, you gazed at him, "what is it, 'toru?"

he was quiet, very uncharacteristic. he flashed his best pout at you, and imitated puppy dog eyes which he knew you could never say no to. he rarely pulled the move out. it was what he considered to be his secret weapon against you, so needless to say, you became very curious about the favor he's going to ask of you.

"well, remember when i got sick last week and had to skip some classes?" you do. of course you do. you were the one to tell him that dancing in the rain was a bad idea, but him being himself, simply gave you the hoodie he was wearing and proceeded to run to the area of the campus without protection from the rain, your hand in his, and danced the night away like it wasn't twenty degrees and storming. other than that, you were also the one to nurse him back to health.

you didn't respond, only gave him a look that encouraged him to continue. "i wasn't able to attend my class with mr takeda, and uh, he informed me that," he flashed you a smile and held your hand "we were supposed to do nude paintings that day."

your eyebrows raised and he explained further. "the prof said he usually would be able to hook students up with models, but i refused." he said proudly. "didn't think you'd be comfortable if it was just me 'nd them."

you smiled warmly at him, running a hand through his snow-like hair. you probably wouldn't have kicked up a fuss if your boyfriend didn't refuse his professor's offer - you trusted gojo with your life and knew he would never do anything that would hurt you. other than that, it would be a professional setting between model and artist - but nevertheless, you were still thankful of how thoughtful he is. no matter how much of a menace to society gojo is, he is incredibly emotionally intelligent and he knows his limits.

"thank you, 'toru." you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "i really appreciate that." your voice is as soft as the strawberry chiffon cake satoru buys from the bakery across the university's gates, and as sweet as the treat. he melts at that, the way always does when it comes to you. "just one of the things to be grateful for when gojo satoru is your boyfriend." he chuckles bringing your intertwined fingers to his face and kissing your knuckles.

you shook your head at him fondly, but then was struck with curiosity fueled by the way he acted earlier. this was all good news that didn't strike a single negative emotion in you, so why was he buttering you up earlier.

"why were you being all pouty earlier though? sure seemed like you had something up your sleeve."

his sheepish grin returned and his cheeks got red. "was just gettin' to that part. since i turned down the prof's offer for a model, i kinda need someone else to model for me."

even without him saying the words, you already knew what he was trying to say, what the favor he's going to ask of you. your eyes widened in horror "can't you just call up professor takeda and ask if his offer still stands?" you pushed him off of you so you could stand up and pace around the room. "i can't just, be your model for your nude painting!"

he pouted at you, but his face did not look apologetic in the least. "but babyyy," he drawled the word out making you glare at him. "doin' that and going back on my word will make me look bad. is that you want for your precious boyfriend who did this to make you happy and feel secure in our relationship?"

satoru always had a way with words and especially a way with puppy dog eyes. it worked like a charm, just like how he expected it to.

now here you found yourself laying down on his bed with your head turned to the side and your back arched.

stripped naked.

"don't worry, baby. i'll change your face in the painting so people won't know it's you." he was painting your skin now, mixing colors to mimic your skin tone perfectly.

you rolled your eyes at him for the nth time that night.

you knew that this was inevitable. gojo was supposed to do nude paintings with his class, but he wasn't able to attend. his professor offered to call an individual who could model for him, but he turned it down. of course this would be the outcome. you knew that, but you simply couldn't help yourself.

"we're dating satoru." you stated plainly. "everyone knows that, and you're famous. word travels fast. i bet everyone already knows you didn't attend that nude painting class and that you turned down professor takeda's offer." you couldn't help but cover your face with your hands. "which means that when people see this, they'll know it's me. who else could it be?"

all of a sudden, your hands were pried from your face and gojo was a few mere inches from you. "who cares? you're gorgeous, baby. one of the reasons why i turned down professor takeda's offer in the first place was so i could brag my beautiful girlfriend to all the fuckers on campus." he smirks before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. "now stop panicking 'bout it."

you're helpless when it comes to him. you lose your train of thought, and automatically reach up to circle your arms around his neck like it was a reflex and kissing him deeper.

he sat up from his position over you to sit down, taking you with him, and making you straddle his lap. "you have been such a naughty girl for me, huh princess?" he provokes you, the tip of his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. "i have been nothing but nice and considerate to your feelings." he picked you up and walked over to an empty canvas in the corner of his room. "i chose to pick you as my model because of how intimate it is and you have been acting like such a damn brat the whole time." he speaks through his teeth.

one of his hands snake to your neck and squeezes lightly. "you want to be a brat? fine. i'll show you how ungrateful brats get treated." he let go of your neck and dropped you to the floor on your feet. he grabbed your by your hips to spin you around. now, you were facing the empty beige canvas and he was behind you.

the air in the room was hot with anticipation. as always, satoru seemed to have something planned, but you had no idea what it is. it still excited you though. you trusted him after all.

you turned your head to the side to connect your lips with his and kissed him feverently. the way he had a hand on your side, tracing random figures with his warm fingers set your nerves ablaze. it was a simple gesture, and although you would fawn over it if you were just cuddling, it was different in this environment, and he knew it. he knew all the ways in order to wind up up and have you putty in his hands. begging, whining putty, that is.

you were so invested in him, in the way he consumed you and your entire being that you didn't even feel the way he was leaning down though he was taking you with him while he was doing so. you just realized that something had happened when you felt something cold and ticklish on your stomach.

you jumped a bit, and looked down at the culprit to see his hand, covered in hot pink colored paint. your stomach was the same color now too.

he didn't pay much mind to it, completely ignoring your gaze. instead, he leaned down once again, now with you aware of his actions. he dipped his hand into the can of paint, and spread it all over your pelvis.

he grinned at you, biting the lobe of your ear lightly, then trailing down your neck.

"tits next, yea?" his voice sent a shiver of excitement running up and down your spine and he could tell. he knew your body too well at this point.

"you like that, hmm?" his voice was teasing as he let his hand hover over your breasts and let the paint drip, drip, drip.

you marveled at his patience, knowing how much your gasps as the cold paint rolled over your perky nipples affected him. it was something he always voiced out; how much the noises you let out in the bedroom made his cock throb.

"there ya go."

it's a whisper into the space. he didn't want to speak too loudly, didn't want his voice to drown out your pretty moans as he gropes at your tits and pinches your nipples between his fingers. "let it all out."

you were next to convulsing in his hold, squirming around and making so much pretty noises he's sure he could get himself off to alone if he tried. you just felt so stimulated even though satoru hasn't even entered you yet. the way he's kept one warm hand on your body, the way satoru knew how to touch and play with you just right, the way you felt how they rolled down you, pleasureably in this context was too much for you and you wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to fuck you already.

"'toru, 'toru, fuck me, please." you sobbed, turning your face to the side and whining into his bicep. "want you so bad!"

you could feel vibrations from where he stood, pressed up behind you. "yeah, baby? already begging for my cock? well, i should take care of my princess before the paint dries on her pretty skin, hmm?" he presses his cock onto your slit, before pulling out, and rubbing it over the hood of your clit making you cry out once again. "no more teasing! please, 'toru, want your cock so bahhh-" you were cut off by him entering you in one go.

you were already so wet, beads of your arousal mixed with satoru's paint dripping from your pussy to your thighs. your boyfriend did not have any problem or met any resistance as he buried himself to the hilt.

your breath hitched in your throat as he began to thrust in and out of you, pressing you into the canvas as he goes. he had a vice-like grip on your hips, one that's so tight you knew he would leave fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning, but you couldn't get yourself to care if it meant he would fuck you the way he was.

"this what you wanted?" he panted into your ear. you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive neck, and you swore you could almost taste the chocolate and spearmint candy he had a few minutes before on your tongue. the intimacy and sensuality of it all made you gush out again, coating his balls and making him swear.

it felt so good for the both of you and right then and there, satoru promises to take you to the fancy, gourmet boba place you kept on raving about because he doubts you feel as good as he does and he needs to make it up to you. he doubts you currently feel as pleasured as he is with your warm and wet pussy enveloping his cock, even when his hand travels down your body and gently rubs at your clit the way he knew you liked it.

"i'm so close." you breathed out, not at all minding the way you softly continued to thud against the large canvas in front of you. it was in the back of your mind, you couldn't even register it right now. the only thing you could feel, the only thing that mattered was the tight coiling between your thighs. "please, toru, please. n-no more teasing."

you sincerely hoped satoru was just as into it as you were because you were a mess. you had no doubt in your mind that if satoru was in a better condition than you are right now, he would relentlessly dangle this day over your head; nothing quite stroked his ego as much as you begging and whining for his cock.

"let go for me,"

that was all you needed to hear before cumming and letting the tightly wound knot explode.

you didn't know how long your orgasm lasted. you're ninety nine percent sure you passed out because the next thing you knew, you were in satoru's bed, still nude, but now with your regular skin color -- he has already cleaned all the paint away.

satoru looked like the opposite of you. he was fully clothed and entirely composed now, sat behind the easel in front of the bed.

normally, he strongly disliked it whenever his art making sessions were disturbed - something about snapping him out of the zone, he told you once - but this time, his face lifted with something akin to excitement when you woke up.

"finally, was starting to think i dicked you down too hard." he smirked, standing up. "c'mon, i have something to show you."

you tried to do as he said, to no avail. your felt an ache in your legs which shook with effort when you stood up. you couldn't even hold yourself up properly, needing support from the bedpost.

seeing your dilemma, satoru walked over with no problems at all, only a hint of amusement in his features. "alright princess. seems like i did dick you down too hard." he chuckled, picking you up and carrying you bridal style.

you shook your head and leaned against his chest with your eyes closed, still tired. you only opened them up when you felt satoru stop walking.

your eyes widened and your fingers longed to reach out in front of you and touch the canvas your boyfriend fucked you against. now it is no longer mere canvas, but an art piece. the shape of your body was stamped onto the beige color, satoru's body being the force behind it.

"pretty cool, eh? had a dream about this once and couldn't get the idea out of my mind."

you blinked at him. "you have dreams of us having sex?"

"all the time." his answer was shameless, but perhaps that was one of the things you loved about him so much; the way he was shameless about loving you. "aw c'mon, aren't you gonna gawk at our masterpiece some more?" he pouted making you roll your eyes.

"'m tired, toru. lemme sleep first, then i'll gawk at it, alright?"

i get: reblog

you get: a new set of paint

[rosetta222]

outfit inspired by Stromboli from Disney's Pinocchio

[callmecams26]

Ate him TF UPPPPPPP

[jojotichakorn]

fans in italy giving the boys beautiful bouquets and matching bear/panda plushies (as per their emojis) is the sweetest thing in the world, i love 🥹

[productofaritual]

Does anyone have a guess as to what language Ozzi is based on?

Because when it first pops up, he says "kostka", which is the Czech word for "square" And I honestly thought he was referring to the game because he had a tile with squares on it. But he was using it to refer to Ranboo, so like is it actually Czech and is Ozzi just calling him a Minecraft man or is it something in a different language?

He also uses "kekeke" as laughter in text, which is a Korean thing. I know absolutely nothing about Korean, so does that word mean something else in it? Is it a combination of both languages? Am I overthinking this?

[justanotherfanfolks]

Literally sounds like fake names they'd use to hide their identities, not their literal names!

[wonder-worker]

Angelberga was a peculiarly prominent personality in manifold aspects of European politics [in the late 9th century. Born to the Supponid family of Italy, she married Emperor Louis II and had several opportunities to establish her position as an active and controversial player in the vicissitudes of her husband's reign]. She acted as Louis's regent, accompanied him on expansionary military campaigns in the south of the peninsula and represented him at [congresses, tribunals, and diplomatic negotiations]. Strikingly, she was also the beneficiary of a spectacular collection of charters. Almost one in seven of Louis II’s extant charters were issued in her favour. Angelberga’s conspicuous exploits in the field of charter acquisition did not diminish after the emperor’s death, and this helped her to maintain a position as a key power-broker in Italian politics, control of land [particularly monastic foundations] being a fundamental building-block of power in this period. In the interregnum following 875, during which Charles the Bald of West Francia and Karlmann of Bavaria fought to claim the succession to the heirless Louis, Angelberga herself conducted the negotiations and decided the loyalty of a major sector of the Lombard political community. She maintained this high profile until her death [having supported her son-in-law Boso's quest for power, endured a temporary exile, maintained the support of Pope John VIII, and founded the monastery of San Sisto in the city of Piacenza, where she probably ended her days sometime before 891].

-Simon MacLean, "Queenship, nunneries and royal widowhood in Carolingian Europe"

[jokeroutsubs]

[ENG SUB] Joker Out - The Road to Liverpool, reportage (11.05.2023)

In this reportage from Liverpool, Bojan takes us through Joker Out's journey to Eurovision and tells us about their first impressions of the pre-events, rehearsals and the other Eurovision participants.

The original video was aired on TV SLO 2 and can be watched in full here.

Transcript by IG carmen.grovez, translation by @varianestoroff, review by a member of JokerOutSubs, proofread by @flowerlotus8, subtitles by IG kris_foundagain.

Watch the full video on our YouTube.

The video is also available with Italian subtitles 🇮🇹.