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ghostlytide · 8 months ago

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Vincent Renzi x Fem! Reader----1.6K

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Synopsis:

After the whirlwind affair Vincent and you shared years ago, he was sure his goodbye was definitive. A fleeting memory filled with both regret and a peculiar ache that he can’t quite place. But life wishes to scorn him once again when his newest case obliges him to seek out your help. Though this case isn’t the only complicated thing in this strictly professional relationship—not with the way his heart seems to jump at your proximity, or the already familiar tune of your voice. For all the things that had changed, would this mean your story could have a different ending now?

General Tags: Second Chance/Exes to Lovers; Slow Burn; |They were Coworkers; Denial of Feelings; Pining & Longing; Idiots in Love; Eventual Friends (?) with Benefits (?); English isn't my first language so watch out for typos;

It was a late spring night when Vincent said his goodbye to you, so it was only fair that your reencounter would occur in another.

Life played both hommage and karma at him, remembering his words: You may forever hate me, but I promise you that you'll never see me ever again. I've bothered you enough.

That night, he had regained the common sense that had slipped out his grasp since you entered the law firm as an intern; eager to learn from whoever would spare you a glance for something more than to request their thousandth cup of coffee.

Of course, he did.

And how could he not to? When you were so bright and cheerful, all the opposite from those seniors who had seen the worst, to experience who knows how many times the balanced and blind justice's weight to tip at the wrong side. To have to face the client's hopeless expression.

Of course, you'd probably be sheltered from such a dark world at your station once you reached juniorship. But that wasn't the point right now.

Just as it wasn't the point to reminisce. He felt as ashamed as it could be possible while climbing the stairs of the skyscraper, which on the inside was decorated with pieces of steel, glass, and contemporary art that combined perfectly against the simple columns and the frescoes painted in the dome of the main hall.

Vincent shouldn't be overwhelmed by the sight, but he'd never been inside the Building of the Société Générale, white marble walls against a dark mosaic creating a cube to showcase the colorful paintings hung on the walls.

The secretary at the front desk showed him the way to the elevator behind the reception, polished black walls against the metal door as Vincent felt a pull in the pit of his stomach—either for the sudden upward movement or for nervousness, he didn't wish to dwell much on it.

Walking much faster than he wanted to, the secretary passed through an empty, quiet hallway in which Vincent could read a myriad of plaques varying from Accounting Department, all the way to Human Resources.

Finally, she stopped at a door labeled as Banking Associate: Cultural Department. Calling your name, she said: "Monsieur Favrè has sent his lawyer impromptu to meet you."

A muffled voice—your muffled voice echoed in the still hallway, stirring old memories inside of him he wasn't aware of keeping in the first place. "Alright. Let him come in."

A simple nod and the woman was gone. It was only the two of you now.

He took his time, a skipping beat. At the same time, you finished writing away at your keyboard. Then the door was closed with a gentle click.

"Monsieur Delaroux, what can I do for y—" A tentative pause, your bright, smart eyes locked into his. "Vincent?"

This hadn't been the deal planned out in his mind; he was almost hoping you'd ask, with a puzzled voice, who he was as if memory could morph at will rather than being one's source of torture.

So many years passed since he heard his name coming out of your soft lips, that if he remembered quite well, would taste like mocca and vanilla. But why was he remembering that now, from all times?

"Hello," he said, an awkward smile shining in the well-lit office. He put one of his hands inside the pocket of his dress pants, suppressing the childish urge to wave.

You blinked. "What… what are you doing here?"

"I know this isn't what we agreed on," he started, using small steps to get closer to the desk, as if you were a deer likely to run off, or a lion ready to pounce. Vincent had no idea which of the two could be worse. "But I need your assistance for a case. You're the most capable person I can think of, so I had to come and ask for your help."

Reclining from your seat, he let the words simmer into you, using the little time he had to look around your office, part of him was curious to see if he could still recognize a glimpse of the old you, and what he could learn from the present.

"How did you find me?" you asked, hands gesturing from him to sit in front of your desk.

"There are not many art lawyers with your name," he said, slightly flustered he had to admit about searching your name among colleagues, prying into your life when his promise was all the contrary. It wasn't the first time he felt like a fool, yet prideful because he was here for work.

And solely for work.

"I have a case linked with a small private art collection." His voice was plain, devoid of any emotion. He wasn't Vincent right now, the man that tried not to break your heart but failed terribly; he was Maître Renzi one of the talented lawyers from the before small law firm that now was rising like smoke after every case taken. "A murder. Probably linked to the growing art stock. I need an expert in the subject to conduct the required procedures."

"Since when do you take cases about private art collectors?" you hummed, eyes almost twinkling with amusement from all those times he had shit on the upper class and their slippery ways around the judicial system.

It was a good sign that you weren't bringing up his words last spoken, the past that at this moment felt too much aflush despite the time trying to bury it.

"This one is an exception." He couldn't help but get defensive, feeling like a stupid teenage boy being teased despite you being quite some years younger than him. "The owner of the law firm assigned me this case directly. We need to win so the firm can have an expansion." Which meant more law specialties, and more hired lawyers. And then it was… "They're even considering putting an Art Law department."

You could join, he almost said foolishly. Why would you like to be coworkers with him again, when that exact professional relationship prompted all the rest?

You seemed to be thinking the same. "It'll pay well," he added before you could say anything that derailed from his sketched conversation. "And it can help with your curriculum." Vincent signaled to the plaque in front of your computer, reading Junior Consultant. "It could be the case that turns you into a Senior."

There it was the ghost of you, biting your bottom lip in a pondering manner while your gaze was glued to the empty seat next to him.

"What makes you think you're going to win?"

"Have some faith in me, will you?" He chuckled, though deep inside he knew what you meant. It was a question that always lingered at the bottom of his mind, the one that stole his sleep some nights.

"Vincent—"

"Trust me. This is a high-profile case, very important for all people involved. I need your help. I know you're the only person that can help me." He couldn't make another empty promise. To never see you again? Vincent just broke it, and the opposite of that, to be partnered with you as colleagues didn't sound appropriate either. "You're the only one I can trust to remain on my side even if everything goes to shit," Vincent muttered after a while, blue eyes searching for yours as he tried to convince you with pity, even. Because you could never say no to him, and because this case was obliged to use all the desperate, creative measures he could think of.

Though Vincent wasn't lying about said statement. And you knew it.

You looked at him in a long, silent gaze that felt strangely, annoyingly charged inside the medium-sized office, silent so thick he heard the moment you chortled, a breathy, contained laugh that blessed him with the tiniest of smiles.

"Send me the generalities of the case so I can give it a glance tomorrow and write the protocol to follow."

"If tomorrow is one of your free days, we can discuss it over lunch," Vincent found himself saying before his brain could tell him to do better. "I'll give you a printed copy of everything so you can revise it easier. I apologize, but due to the nature of this case, I don't find myself comfortable with sharing this information via remote."

You put away the pencil you were playing with, settling it against the wooden desk with a thunk. "Breakfast. Tomorrow at 9 AM meet me at the Fontaine Saint-Sulpice. We can go to a nearby café once there." Looking from your computer to him, you arched an eyebrow. "Something else you need? You should go before the receptionist notices that you aren't Monsieur Favrè's lawyer."

He shrugged. "I showed her my card, she didn't say anything."

"Well, I'm not allowed to take private clients while on my shift."

"I'm not a client, we're colleagues."

You gestured away. "Wording. You know what I mean."

"You're a lawyer, Mademoiselle, wording matters."

"I write contracts and track art exhibits, Vincent," you told him in a familiar tone he recognized from when you two engaged in a well-needed, unwinding banter. "The one asked to give speeches is you, not me."

"Well, then you better prepare for an exception, because you will have to declare at court about your findings." Vincent heard your sigh and took in the sight of your angry pout, one you dedicated at him when it was time to get out of his office and help other junior lawyers while on your time as an intern. He was surprised to find it as charming as it once was. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

He stood up, torn between walking facing you or just striding toward the door. He did the last one, turning to smile at you while his hand tapped to feel the door's handle.

It was his time to call your name. "Thank you. Truly."

You nodded, one of the locks of your hair falling toward your brow, obscuring your view. "I'll see you tomorrow, Vincent."

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fab-bladesmith · 1 year ago

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A Sidesword, in a late XVth century style.

This one draws most of its inspiration from the artwork of Luca Signorelli in the years 1494-1498, though the grip wrap was suggested by a fresco in the San Donnino church in the parish of Villamagna in Bagno a Ripoli, near Florence.

Spring steel blade, with etched and gold-plated ricasso and fuller, and gold plated crossguard and pommel - the latter being hollow. The grip is leather over a wooden core, with gold-plated copper wire on top.

Inscriptions in the fullers read " AVE MARIA REGINA" on one side, and "MORIOR CAEDO MALUM" on the other - those who know will know.

The style of the etchings was inspired by the Boar Sword of Philip the Fair kept at the Kunsthistorischesmuseum

It is 997 mm long, with a 864 mm long, 32 mm wide blade, 4.5 mm thick at one base. The cross span is 268 mm. Weight is a mere 729 grams, with a point of balance 16 cm from the cross that still gives it a nice authority in the cut and in the bind.

Currently at forty one hundred units in the European system.

#Historical #Historique #Sword #Swords #Epee #Available #Disponible

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talonabraxas · 6 months ago

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Sun in Gemini II (5/30 – 6/10 2024) The middle decan of Gemini is called the Hermaphrodite, after a child of Hermes and Aphrodite, who bore the external and internal genitalia of both men and women in their own body.

According to one story of Hermaphrodite, found in Ovid, he was a remarkable beautiful young man of extraordinary gracefulness and easiness of manner. A naiad, or water-spirit named Salamis observed him bathing one day, and jumped into the pool to fondle the youth who was too young to understand or consent to these advances. She tried to have her way with him, either through rape or seduction; yet the boy resisted, and Salmacis cried aloud her wish — to be united with this boy forever. A passing god, hearing her prayer, solemnly knitted them into one being — and Hermaphrodite became a god in themselves, a god of the unified masculine and feminine. They blessed — or cursed? — the spring in such a way that anyone else who bathed there would be similarly transformed.

Other accounts suggest that Hermaphrodite was an androgynous figure from birth. Roman theologians attributed the birth of human hermaphrodites to the influence of Hermaphrodite and their father Hermes’ influence. “Serious” scholars of natural history noted that hermaphroditic births were rare but regarded as significant omens of the future, while satirical authors made hermaphrodites into funny figures worthy of derision. Whether by alchemical change in a pool or divine birth, the Greeks and Romans depicted Hermaphrodite with both female breasts as well as penis and scrotum in naked depictions; I’m not aware of a statue that also shows a vagina — but it’s possible. Despite Ovid’s account connecting Hermaphrodite’s origins to female-on-male sexual assault, this boy-girl deity was highly sensualized and sexualized in Roman fresco and statuary, and was considered to be the patron of marriage. Since they united in themselves both the masculine and feminine, their feast day (the fourth of every month) was considered highly auspicious for weddings in many community around the Roman Mediterranean.

And Hermaphrodite stood in contrast to another figure, far more terrifying to the ancient Romans — that of Magna Mater, the Great Mother Cybele. She had been carried into Rome in procession in the form of a Black Stone that was said to have fallen from heaven — and she was placed in the porch of the temple of Capitoline Jupiter in the heart of the city during the Second Punic War, and spiritually married to Jupiter as the principal god of the Romans, an extra consort to be recognized alongside Juno. Her high priestess and priestesses were not scions of Rome, either, but foreigners from Phrygia in what is now Turkey — and there is symbolic evidence that Cybele had been worshipped there in some form since at least 6000 BCE. Even more than the women priestesses wielding significant power in the cult of the Great Mother, though, were the strange and androgyne priests of Cybele — eunuchs all — who had voluntarily allowed themselves to be castrated in service to the Mother. The Roman Senate, with the same kind of shrill horror that some modern US senators reserve for anti-immigration screeds, forbade any Roman man from joining the cult of Cybele as anything other than an observer.

So, here, in miniature, echoing from twenty-two centuries before our own time, we find some of the same kinds of strange dismay and fear of foreign customs, alchemical-medical recreations of the mortal frame, and ancient powers that do not seem to belong to “the modern rational world” —and yet do. Public officials have no trouble vilifying transgender people, and comedians satirize them, and preachers sermonize about the way they warn us that dire changes are coming. And yet, the presence of transgender people in the world is unnecessarily sexualized, their romance is celebrated (both their actual relationship lives and the fantasies we spin about their lives), and their presence in a community is a remarkable signpost (and perhaps talisman) that points to tolerance, diversity, and healthy community norms.

And maybe we react with such a strange mix of hope, unease, joy, and concern around transgender persons today, for the same reasons the Romans did — they’re proof that Mother Nature can bring forth a far vaster range of possibilities and potentials into the world, than our allegedly rational minds can understand. The Great Mother is truly greater, and more awe-inspiring, than we can conceive — and patriarchy has little choice but to bow down to her revelation.

Maybe that’s one of the key messages of Gemini more generally, and of The Hermaphrodite specifically. We humans want to control a lot of things: the wind, Mother Nature, the structure of sex and gender, what are the acceptable desires of flesh and heart — and Cybele and Hermaphrodite both say, “Terribly sorry, but those are not in your power to rule.”

The Dodeks of Gemini II are Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Capricorn — and they also tell this complex story of dualities turning into uncontrollable multiplicities. Libra indicates a balance between two — this exactly equals that. But Scorpio is the many-handed monster of desire, carrying both healing and poison in its stinger. Sagittarius is the human, the divine, the technical, the feral and animalistic, all wrapped up in a strange hybridized package. Capricorn is the fish caught in the moment of chan into a goat — a reminder that evolution is ongoing, for sure; but also suggesting the Egyptian crocodile, 250 million years old and counting, reminding us that there are forms of nature far more enduring and steady than ourselves. --Wanderings in the Labyrinth

Hermaphrodite in Dreams Johfra Bosschart

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amethvysts · 7 months ago

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STRAWBERRIES, CHERRIES AND AN ANGEL'S KISS IN SPRING — E. KUKURICZKA HEADCANONS.

𖥻 sumário: pensamentos sobre kuku!cowboy. 𖥻 avisos: atenção pauta estadunidense aplicada a realidade latino-americana (pela vibe) só webdivas +18 nessa amores. age & size difference, corruption kink. idk meus rasos conhecimentos sobre o mundo rural. não tá revisado.

💭 nota da autora: *música do globo rural tocando ao fundo* oi minhas irmãs, trago esse aqui depois de muito quebrar a cabeça. tô bem feliz com o resultado, mas pretendo expandir mais no futuro! espero que gostem ♡

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que foi obrigado a cuidar da fazenda da família muito cedo, por uma reviravolta do destino. Os sonhos de se tornar um brilhante peão de rodeio profissional tiveram de ser abandonados em favor da sobrevivência dos negócios.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que se tornou uma referência para todos os funcionários de sua fazenda e moradores da região. Além da sua maravilhosa administração, realmente se tornou o amigo da vizinhança; para ele, não existe nada melhor do que estar perto da sua comunidade, devolvendo os serviços prestados para o engrandecimento dos negócios Kukuriczka. Desde muito novo, foi visto como uma ótima aposta.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, mesmo enriquecendo a família e a região a níveis nunca vistos antes, foi condenado à solidão desde seus vinte e poucos anos. Frustrado pela impossibilidade de fazer o que ama profissionalmente, decidiu focar toda a sua atenção no trabalho. E mesmo que isso tenha trazido resultados impressionantes… a que custo?

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, como o único momento de pausa do dia, visita todos os animais da fazenda. Aproveita sempre para fazer um carinho, dar um petisco e verificar se estão todos bem. Obviamente, seus favoritos são os cavalos; seu predileto é um Appaloosa marrom e branco chamado Café (ele não pensou muito quando o nomeou, é verdade).

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, desde seus dez anos, era presença confirmada em todos os rodeios da cidade. Antes de assumir a fazenda, sempre se apresentava como peão, mostrando os truques que aprendera e a evolução de suas habilidades – sempre ficava em primeiro lugar nas categorias. E apesar de ter continuado a frequentar durante a juventude, parou de achar graça em participar das celebrações só como um convidado mais do que especial.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, apesar de nunca ter entrado em um relacionamento sério com ninguém – entende que ninguém pode ser mais importante do que a sua função na fazenda –, passou boa parte dos seus vinte e trinta e poucos anos com todo rabo de saia que passava na cidade. Sempre que ia aos rodeios no final de semana, era certo que voltaria com companhia para casa, se despedindo logo na manhã seguinte. Cowboy!Esteban que, como disse anteriormente, tornou-se um tanto amargo por não conseguir viver o sonho de continuar competindo como peão nos rodeios. Por isso, sua presença nos rodeios com o passar dos anos tornou-se cada vez mais difícil. E agora, com quarenta anos, quase nunca aparece, apenas quando estritamente necessário, como em eventos profissionais.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, por algum truque do destino, comparece a um dos rodeios após meses sem dar as caras por ali. Talvez por ter passado tanto tempo distante, e também por conhecer todos que moram naquele finzinho de mundo, é um dos primeiros a notar a sua presença na festa. E fica de olho em você a noite inteirinha.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que pergunta para todos os amigos e conhecidos (e amigos de conhecidos, e conhecidos de conhecidos…) quem você é. O interesse dele é claro e até palpável desde o início, mesmo que essa notícia não tenha chegado a você de primeira. Algo no seu jeito de se portar e no seu rostinho tão fresco imediatamente desperta o interesse do mais velho.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que depois de descobrir que você é uma garota da cidade, recém-chegada para passar um tempo com alguns familiares distantes, e que tem pouco mais da metade da idade dele, se sente um tanto intimidado. Tenta ao máximo deixar o sentimento de lado, se convencer que jamais poderia se aproximar; o que uma garota linda que nem você iria fazer com um velho que nem ele?

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que pensa em qualquer conversa com você como uma tortura, porque ele passa o tempo te observando, mas não consegue fazer nada. Nem um flerte ou algum pequeno movimento para te seduzir. Nada. E ele te encara como se você tivesse pendurado as estrelas no céu, um olhar repleto de admiração, mesmo que também carregado de desejo.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que passa as noites em claro enquanto lembra de todos os detalhes sobre você. O colarzinho de pérolas, o esmalte clarinho e brilhante, a cicatriz do joelho, a blusinha que espremia seus peitos e a sainha que mal cobria a sua bunda, mostrando um pouco da calcinha de renda sempre que você se abaixava para amarrar os cadarços.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que se achava um pervertido total por imaginar que você jamais faria nada daquilo intencionalmente. Nunca uma garota boazinha como você, tão respeitosa e educada, provocaria um cara como ele. Esse pensamento nunca passou na cabeça dele… até perceber que, por mais inocente que fosse, você faria, sim, tudo isso. E ainda pior.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, depois de tanto tempo, finalmente resolve dar em cima de você durante um dos rodeios. Aproveita, sim, o momento em que você tá mais saidinha depois de beber um pouquinho, mas também não vai com tudo e muito menos se força; deixa as mãos na sua cintura, descendo para o quadril, por mais tempo que de costume, aperta, massageia o suficiente para fazer aquele calorzinho subir pelo teu corpo.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que te cola na frente do corpo dele e sempre que quer falar alguma coisa contigo, se inclina sob o seu ombro, colando a boca bem no seu ouvido. Isso tudo enquanto as mãos continuam explorando o seu corpo, segurando a sua sainha contra as suas coxas e subindo as mãos para apertar a pele da sua barriga. E quando você responde, ele te dá aquele sorrisinho encantador dele, assentindo com a cabeça como se realmente se importasse com o que você tá contando.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que se sente no dever de te ensinar e te proteger de tudo no mundo, e não demora muito tempo até você ganhar a fama de princesinha do Esteban pela cidade. Ele é muito respeitado pelos serviços que presta na comunidade, e por isso, ninguém se atreve a mexer com você. Os homens da cidadezinha nem pensam mais em olhar para você com segundas intenções, mas as mulheres não se cansam de te invejar – de todas, é claro que ele iria escolher a garotinha da cidade para se engraçar.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que é um romântico adormecido. Depois de ter passado tanto tempo sem se apaixonar de verdade, você vem como um sopro de ar fresco na vida do velho caubói. Conforme vocês vão se conhecendo, ele também passa a entrar em contato com um novo lado dele mesmo; aquele que gosta de comprar flores, te convidar para jantares, dirigir sem rumo no meio da noite só para jogar papo fora com você… acaba percebendo que sente prazer nessas coisas que, antes, seriam uma bobeira.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, como já disse, é mais velho do que você, e por isso, entende que deve te ensinar sobre tudo o que sabe. É muito confiável e quer que você o veja como alguém que pode contar em qualquer momento. Não demora muito para que ele passe a tomar conta de você, mesmo. E larga tudo caso você precise da ajuda dele. Uma carona depois de uma noite com as amigas? Basta um telefonema (ele não sabe mexer no celular, então nem adianta enviar mensagem) que ele vai te buscar com a caminhonete, em questão de minutos. Gastou demais comprando roupa e esqueceu da conta de luz? Não precisa se preocupar, ele te empresta o dinheiro, sem juros e sem cobrança.

✮ㆍSó expandindo o que acabei de pontuar hihi: Cowboy!Esteban que não sabe mexer no próprio celular, e mesmo assim, tem um modelo super moderno – culpa do sobrinho, que disse que ele precisava desistir das teclas e passar para o touch. Quando vê as mensagens (muito raramente), se comunica apenas com emojis. As conversas de vocês, quando não são por áudio ou ligação, consistem em mensagens gigantescas suas, às vezes até mais de uma, as quais ele responde apenas com um "👍". Uma vez, você mandou uma mensagem totalmente desesperada, escrevendo horrores porque precisava estava se sentindo sob pressão por conta do trabalho e finalizou com um "sei lá, mas acho que vou resolver se eu me matar", e ele, distraído que só, enviou o "👍". Depois que ele lê tudo o que você mandou com calma, teu celular não vai parar de tocar, de tanto que Esteban te liga. Todo preocupado, ele te diz, "mas, minha linda, você tá bem mesmo, né? Não me fala essas coisas nem de brincadeira, por favor".

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que sente que tá a beira da loucura sempre que te vê andando pelo casarão com uma das suas sainhas e aquela porra de lacinho no cabelo. É claro que você só faz isso porque percebe os efeitos que causa: a respiração acelerada, os olhos vidrados nos seus movimentos, a língua rosadinha lambendo os lábios em um gesto apreciativo. E se você provocar o suficiente, ainda consegue ganhar um suspiro e uma revirada de olhos, enquanto ele vira a cabeça em outra direção, tentando escapar da tentação.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que se espanta quando percebe que, apesar das provocações, você nem mesmo deu o seu primeiro beijo ainda. "Você só late, né, minha linda?" ele brinca, passando os longos dedos pela sua bochecha, acariciando a sua pele macia enquanto te encara com um sorriso zombador, "Conseguiu me enganar direitinho, agindo que nem uma cachorrinha".

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que não pode negar o quanto que ser o seu primeiro tudo o envaidece. Ele se sente O Cara sempre que te toca em um lugar novo e te deixa ofegante, ou quando os lábios alcançam uma parte inexplorada. Descobre o seu prazer com você, e te ensina exatamente porque você se sente assim.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que ama falar com você, e principalmente, te instruir. "Se toca aqui um pouquinho, meu amor," a mão dele encobre a sua enquanto a guia para o biquinho do seu peito, já todo enriçadinho de tanto roçar contra o peitoral masculino. "Gostoso, né?" e acaba gemendo junto de você, mesmo que a estimulação não esteja acontecendo no corpo dele.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que jura que pode explodir de tanto tesão sempre que te vê usando um conjuntinho de lingerie branca. Desde a primeira vez que vocês transaram, você tava usando uma calcinha de algodão branquinha e ele quase desmaiou de tanto desejo quando se ajoelhou na sua frente e viu o tecido manchadinho com a sua excitação. Te abocanhou daquele jeito mesmo, por cima da calcinha.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que, mesmo na crista do tesão, foi muito paciente e romântico durante a primeira vez de vocês. Além de tudo o que já falei, ele realmente se dedica para te deixar totalmente satisfeita e só goza depois de você ter gozado, pelo menos, umas três vezes – uma na boca, outra nos dedos e, por fim, no pau dele. Quer fazer tudo direito, deixar uma boa impressão e fazer com que você lembre da sua primeira vez como algo bom, e nada traumático.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que jamais vai te forçar a nada. Até quando você pede para experimentar alguma coisa nova, ele vai pedir pelo seu consentimento e sua confirmação a todo momento. "Tem certeza, linda? Se você mudar de ideia, não tem problema," ele te afirma, passando as mãos pelos seus cabelos para segurá-los em um rabo de cavalo, não querendo que os fios te atrapalhem.

✮ㆍCowboy!Esteban que só consegue te puxar para o banheiro mais próximo quando você decide o provocar, roubando o chapéu dele e colocando-o sob a sua cabeça. "Dizem que, quando você pega o chapéu de um caubói, tem que cavalgar. É verdade, Kuku?", praticamente implorando pela melhor foda da sua vida.

#⋆ ࣪. amethvysts ۫ ⁎#DENTRO DA HILUXXXX #brincadeira todos sabemos que kuku é total joão gomes das ideias #vem matar logo desejo faz esse vaqueiro feliz de verdadeeee #lsdln #esteban kukuriczka #esteban kukuriczka x reader #kuku!cowboy

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vignellicenter · 2 months ago

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Abe Hirschfeld, who made a fortune building parking garages, turned a parking garage at 330 East 61st Street into an exclusive fitness club in the 1980s.

In 1979, Vignelli Associates designed a logo, brochure, stationery, and membership materials for what their own brochure deemed “a country club in the heart of the city”

“A unique sporting club offering tennis, squash and racquetball”

“No sport and racquet facility like exists anywhere.”

By 1984, the club was the place to be seen with many celebrity sightings [for example, Cher, Diana Ross, Liza Minelli, Arnold Schwarzenegger, David Bowie, Mick Jagger, Ashford and Simpson, Brooke Shields]

Quotes from a 1984 NY Times article about the health club’s social scene:

''The Vertical Club is today's Studio 54''

“People join other health clubs to get in shape before they join here''

“Pure Fellini''

“It is better socially than a singles bar because it's not so obvious”'

Here is what the VC brochure promised:

“Court time at your convenience is always assured, because Vertical Club membership is strictly limited. … The congeniality and prestige of the club us maintained by our Admissions Committee, which interviews and approves all applicants.”

Staff are ready “to make each visit to the Vertical Club a delightful leisure experience.”

Courts

“Courts are stacked vertically atop one another. Each level of the vertical club is equivalent to four stories; the building is the height of a 20-story structure.”

“Architect Eugene Ho has created tennis “al fresco” through open, retractable siding on the courts.”

Courtside Restaurant and Bar

“The glass-walled, elevated Courtside Restaurant overlooks our two exhibition tennis courts and glass-sided racquetball court.”

Graphics

“Vignelli Associates are designers of tremendous scope.”

Fee schedule

“Resident + spouse Initiation fee $4000 plus $125/mo”

And speaking of the 1980s, join us next week for our next Open Houses which will highlight artifacts from the archives from the 1980s. Check out our events page on our website for more details [link in bio]

9/25-9/26, 2024 10am-4pm

And in the spring with a completely different displays of 1980s artifact!

3/26-3/27, 2025 10am-4pm

#vignell #vignelliassociates #graphic design #design #design archives #modernism #design history #1980s #vertical club

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annaflorsdefum · 6 months ago

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ES|| La primavera es el tiempo predilecto de las flores y como no, de las rosas silvestres, las cuales tienen infinidad de propiedades medicinales.

Sus frutos contienen gran cantidad de vitamina C, por lo que son muy adecuados para combatir estados gripales. Son antianémicos, estimulantes, tonificantes, antidiarreicos y, en decocción, diuréticos.

Los pétalos pueden comerse frescos. En infusión como colirio tienen grandes propiedades oftalmológicas, ayudan a combatir infecciones e inflamaciones oculares. Además, mezclada con miel combate la gingivitis, y mezclada con zumo de limón, si sumergimos las uñas, las hace fuertes y saludables. La decocción de las flores ayuda contra las menstruaciones abundantes.

La decocción de la raíz y sus tallos es astringente y, haciendo gargarismos, combate las afecciones e irritaciones de gola.

Además, otras especies de rosas son muy apreciadas en el mundo de la cosmética y la perfumería. Los tónicos para la piel tienen propiedades cicatrizantes, regeneradoras y bactericidas, combaten las arrugas y las inflamaciones cutáneas. En la aromaterapia, las rosas, ayudan en estados de depresión, insomnio y ansiedad. 🌱✨

Ya sabéis que con los temas de salud siempre se tiene que ir con cuidado y consultar con profesionales. No a todo el mundo le van bien los mismos remedios, a veces pueden tener contraindicaciones o generar alergias!

EN|| Spring is the season of flowers and of course, of wild roses, which have countless medicinal properties.

Its fruits contain a large amount of vitamin C, making them very suitable for combating the flu. They are antianemic, stimulant, toning, antidiarrheal and, in decoction, a diuretic.

The petals can be eaten fresh. In infusion, as eye drops, they have great ophthalmological properties, they help fight eye infections and inflammations. Furthermore, mixed with honey it fights gingivitis, and mixed with lemon juice, if we immerse the nails, it makes them strong and healthy. The decoction of the flowers helps against heavy menstruations.

The decoction of the root and its stems is astringent and, when gargled, combats throat infections and irritations.

In addition, other species of roses are highly appreciated in the world of cosmetics and perfumery. Skin tonics have healing, regenerating and bactericidal properties, they fight wrinkles and skin inflammations. In aromatherapy, roses help in states of depression, insomnia and anxiety. 🌱✨

With health issues you always have to be careful and consult with professionals. The same remedies don’t work well for everyone, sometimes they can have contraindications or cause allergies!

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nicklloydnow · 1 year ago

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“THE BORGIAS AND THE MAFIA

In 1455, the Holy See was occupied by Alfonso de Borja, a descendant of this eighth knight, under the name Callixtus III. Having gained the trust of King Alfonso Il of Naples, he came to power at the age of seventy-seven, while suffering from stomach cancer. His pain made him suspicious. He believed only in the loyalty of his Spanish family. Through the legacy of inheritance, his fortune fell into the hands of Rodrigo Borgia, who used it to fund his own ascension to the papal throne. Thus was born the first Mafia clan in history.

The Borgias possessed an absolute thirst for power. Europe had, by then, lost all hope in the goodness of God: the plague known as the Black Death had made miserably clear just how precarious human life can be, and with the bitterness of an orphan deprived of its supreme father, the populace consoled itself by indulging in carnal pleasures. It was in this context that Rodrigo Borgia, now Pope Alexander VI, began trafficking in a very powerful drug: papal bulls, which granted the forgiveness of sins . . . Every citizen could murder, steal, gamble, engage in prostitution or incest or unbridled gluttony, and all without fear: because in exchange for a handful of ducats, the Church offered absolution and the assurance that God would welcome the sinner into heaven.

The Borgias' passion for life, for dominance over all mankind, their disdain of any divine retribution, this absolute lack of morality, offset by their staggering appreciation of fine art, utterly captivated me. Knowing that the respectable Church of today once had a Spanish adventurer at its roots, a clever thief who was surrounded by his bought-and-sold lovers and by his children, each embodying a spiritual summit as well as an abyss - Cesare, strength and tyranny; Lucrezia, beauty and lust; Giovanni, intelligence and vanity; Gioffre, purity and stupidity - reminded me of the lotus plant, whose bright flowers spring from filthy swamps . . . And so I yielded to the temptation to write a comics script: in the form of a vast historical fresco on the creation, growth, and death of this provocative family, so similar to some of the people currently governing our planet.

(…)

In place of the Black Death, we have cancer and AIDS, along with pollution of our air, our water, and our planet. Instead of cities at war, we are witness to entire countries fighting. Christianity and Islam remain in conflict even today. The discovery of the Americas has now become interplanetary exploration. We're experiencing the artistic revolution of the Renaissance through personal computers and the Internet. The papal bulls of yore are today's commercial "benedictions" from the United States. Just as the ducat was the key to paradise during the Renaissance years, our only God is the almighty dollar: whether its value goes up or down and the gates of heaven open or close . . . Just as Machiavelli, in his book The Prince, recommended aggressive invasions to achieve Italian unity, in this day and age a powerful nation (that shall remain nameless) ruthlessly attacks any country, claiming to obstruct "Evil" but spurred on, in fact, by its thirst for oil . . . Today, the Borgias have been replaced by oil mafias, pharmaceutical industry multinationals, drug cartels, and greedy bankers.

And yet, the corruption that flourished during the Renaissance could not prevent the emergence of a Leonardo da Vinci, a Raphael, a Botticelli, a Michelangelo, a Dante, a Machiavelli even, as well as so many others who opened up new vistas to human awareness. This is what brings us great hope: the possibility that the decadence of the world today is just the pain of a chrysalis becoming a butterfly, and that from the last vast crisis into which we plummet a new humanity will arise, one that will look upon us with the same tender compassion we feel for the monkeys.

—Alejandro Jodorowsky

August 2011”

#jodorowsky #alejandro jodorowsky #manara #milo manara #borgia #borgias #graphic novel #comic books #dark horse #papacy #pope #Italy #renaissance #machiavelli

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simstorian-blog · 9 months ago

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Granada Place

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Skyward Palms

Lot Size: 30 x 20

(4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Cottage Living

Discover University

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Seasons

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Jungle Adventures

Spa Day

Kits

Desert Luxe

Build Mode

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 1

Chateau Pt. 2

Florence Pt. 1 (Armchair, Bouquet, Fresco Mural)

Harlix

Baysic Bathroom (Floor Tiles, Modern Wipe, Trash can)

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 2 (Traditional Arch Medium, Traditional Door Medium)

Klean Pt. 3 (Painted Wall w Wooden Skirting, Painted Plaster Walls)

Lili’s Palace

Folklore (Skanzen Big Barn Door - 1)

Sooky88

English Country Wall Set – Wallpaper with Subway Tiles

Scandinavian Wall Set – Wallpapers with Tiles

Buy Mode

CharlyPancakes

Lavish

The Lighthouse Collection

Precious Promises (Lustre Small)

Telly

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 3

Chateau Pt. 4

Chateau Pt. 5 (All decorative items)

Chateau Pt. 7 (drawer, silk rug)

Colonial Pt. 2 (Potted Palm Tree)

Grove Pt. 1 (Potted Olive Tree)

Grove Pt. 4 (Potted Lemon Tree)

Harlix

Baysic (Double Beeding w Blanket, Packs Clothing)

Livin’ Rum (Coffee Table Tray, Phone and Keys)

Orjanic Pt. 2

Harrie

Coastal Pt. 5 (Foot Stool, Rug)

Coastal Pt. 6

Coastal Pt. 7 (Double Bedframe, Full Length Mirror, Lamp, Wool Rug)

Coastal Pt. 8 (Coffee Pouffe Table, Ottoman, Roman Blinds – 2 Tile)

Country (Ottoman)

Octave Pt. 4 (Light Switches)

Myshunosun

Lottie (Throw Blanket)

Macaron Kitchen (Bar Stool)

Gale Dining (Wine Bottle, Wine Glass)

Peacemaker

Elsie Bedroom (Upholstered Chair)

Gwendoline Sofa

Hampton Retreat (Seaside Prints)

Vara Office (Desktop PC)

Pierisim

Domaine Du Clos Pt. 2 (Armchair, Fireplace)

Domaine Du Clos Pt. 3 (Nightstand, Wall Lamp Left & Right)

MCM Pt. 3 (Narrow Rug Long)

Oak House Pt. 4 (Accent Table, Folded Towels, Moisture Cream, Shampoo, Shower Gel)

Oak House Double Bedding

Oak House Double Bedframe

Oak House Pt. 6.2 (Narrow Leather Shelf)

Vera Bathroom (Bathrobe, Mounted Hook, Mounted Towel Holder, Soap, Toilet Kit)

Woodland Ranch (Both Double Bedframes, Nightstands, Old Rug, Wardrobe Small)

Woodland Ranch Pt. 3 (Lamps, Paintings, Wooden End Table)

Pyszny

Oak & Concrete (Magazines)

Ravasheen

Clothes Minded

Motivational Speaker

Severinka

Industrial Light II – Ceiling Lamp A

Simplistic

RusticLife Rug

Sundays

Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow Solids)

Sumba Pt. 1 (Pillow Set I)

Yarra Pt. 3 (Bed Pillows)

TaurusDesign

Eliza Walk in Closet

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