#Xantus

[strflr]

Guadalupe Murrelet & Araripe Manakin #avianaugust!

carrd / patreon

[jareckiworld]

Gyula Xantus (1919-1993) — Aspiration [oil on fibreboard, 1980]

[magyarfilmekatolcettig]

A sípoló macskakő - 1971. Rendezte: Gazdag Gyula. Főszerepben: Mész András, Gergely Gábor, Bozsogi János, Barna András, Xantus János, Györe Balázs, Paulinyi Zoltán, Atkári János, Jean-Pierre Faloux. https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/magyarfilmekatolcettig

[keyonsketches]

guadalupe murrelet (synthliboramphus hypoleucus) also known as Xantus's murrelet - by Keyon aka Kirsten Dennis gouache on mixed media paper

Avian August 2023 day 22

[andycmarshall]

X is for Xantus Hummingbird - Uncommon Animals of the Alphabet

X is for Xantus Hummingbird, a wondrous delight, In gardens and meadows, they dance in flight. With tongues that uncurl, they sip from each bloom, Crafting nests gently, in nature’s green plume. #XantusHummingbird #AnimalAlphabet #kidsbooks #childrensbooks

[literary-motif]

Xanthus ans listener PLEASE I need their first time. Their first time love after knowing each other for months. Xanthus being so needy he waits till Dontis leaves his own house so he can overstimulate listener as they watch a movie… and yk how the love making ends

Sweet Love (NSFW)

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

If you think he didn’t catch all the shy glances you sent his way, you would be mistaken. 

Xanthus took note of them all. Your dilated pupils and the slight hitch in your breath when your eyes met nearly drove him insane, desperate to lean closer and kiss you until you were left breathless. But alas, that would be improper.

Dontis had been kind enough to welcome you warmly into his home in New Orleans. Although Xanthus longed to be back in England, in his own mansion where he could do as he pleased without regard for the proper etiquette of being a guest, with the current situation, that was impossible. 

From the way you lingered a moment longer than what would be considered casual when he kissed you, to the sly smiles you sent his way, and biting your lip discreetly when his burning gaze settled on you, he knew you were yearning for this just as much as he was. 

The constant pull of your desires was only increased by the bond, made tangible through it and riling Xanthus up just enough that he considered throwing propriety to the wind and giving in. A look at your content face, the barest whisper of your sweet voice, was enough to discard that idea immediately. 

No, he wanted to do this right. Xanthus longed to do this properly. He had no intention of settling for muffled moans and choked-off whispers, needing to silence all the beautiful sounds you made so Dontis would not hear. That would not do. Xanthus wanted to hear you, plucking every sweet noise from you to the fullest until he had memorized them all. He wanted to give you as much pleasure as you could take, watch you closely as you came undone beneath him again and again until every thought of danger, the mission, the Trimedian was wiped from your mind and all that was left was his name, tumbling from your lips in a never-ending chant of ecstasy.

So he resigned himself to waiting, stopping your seemingly innocent advances immediately — trailing your hand over his thigh, nibbling on the sensitive spot under his ear, running your hand through his hair, and tugging gently — although his own impatience was eating him up from the inside out. 

Either Dontis had grown tired of the constant hints Xanthus would drop to get him out of the house — “Lovely day, isn’t it? Why don’t you check on that hunter friend of yours and take them for a nice, long walk?” — or he had finally become annoyed by the constant push and pull between you and Xanthus, the sizzling tension almost painful to watch as it seemed to take more and more effort for you to keep your hands off of each other. 

It had been funny at first. Dontis loved to tease Xanthus after all, pretending that he did not catch the hints and thinly veiled requests as he told Xantus that his ‘hunter friend’ was busy and he would much rather catch some rest in his home than go out. 

He knew Xanthus, and he knew what he desperately longed to do once he was alone with his love. Not that he minded, but it amused him greatly to see both of you squirm as your eyes met, Xanthus stilling your casual caresses again because every little thing was fueling his desire. 

Still, Dontis had seen Xanthus fight the expression of disappointment and slight annoyance from appearing on his face one too many times now, and this game had grown pitiful. 

“I’m going out,” he declared, stepping into the living room and fixing his shirt collar. Despite not being one for plans, he had made an exception to meet up for dinner with his hunter and dressed prettily for the occasion. 

Xanthus’ eyes widened. You perked up as well, turning your attention away from the black-and-white movie playing on the TV and towards Dontis.

“I don’t expect to be back before morning,” he said casually, checking his appearance in the mirror for the last time before glancing your way with a smirk. “Enjoy yourselves.”

“You too,” you called after him, immediately caught off by Xanthus’ lips on yours as the door closed behind Dontis, leaving you both alone in his mansion. 

“My love,” Xanthus murmured between kisses, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. You shifted on the couch to face him properly, roaming your hands over his white dress shirt before tangling them in his hair and looping your arms around his neck.

You had both waited so long for this. Now that you were finally able to satiate the desire that had been building steadily for weeks, it felt almost too good to be true.

“My love,” Xanthus whispered, lowering you slowly into the cushions until you were lying on your back, arms still wrapped around his neck as he continued kissing you against the couch. 

You moaned into the kiss, shifting a little until Xanthus was between your legs and you could wrap them around his waist, pulling his body against yours. He groaned, feeling his hard cock rubbing against you. It was aching already, and you had barely begun. 

“I wanted to ask if there is anything special you would like to do while we are alone,” he teased, kissing the corner of your mouth before he began nibbling on your neck, peppering wet kisses all over it. When reaching just below your ear, he whispered, “But I think that question resolved itself.”

Xanthus’ warm breath against your ear made you shiver. You could feel the satisfied smile on his lips when he continued kissing your neck, trailing lower and making you gasp as he left marks where he knew you could cover them up. 

Sighs escaped as he continued marking you, and you began rocking your hips, clenching your legs around his waist to make him grind on you. Xanthus moaned, melting against you as you tugged on the strands of hair at the base of his neck. 

“Feeling good?” you asked teasingly, tilting his head up so you could look into his blissful expression. 

He chuckled, leaning up to kiss you again. “I’d feel better with less fabric between us, love,” he said, hands roaming across your chest before lifting the hem of your shirt slightly. “Wouldn’t you agree?” 

You unwrapped your legs from around him, making quick work of your garments as Xanthus loosened the first few buttons of his shirt before giving up and pulling it over his head instead. 

“Impatient, are we?” you chuckled as he pushed you back into the cushions, spread out and naked under him. “Need help with that?” you asked, running a hand over his thigh, inching higher to the bulge in his pants. 

“You’ll help me soon enough,” he said, pulling down his pants and discarding them on the floor with the rest of your clothing before freeing his achingly hard cock. Xanthus leaned over you again, trailing a single fingertip from your lips, over your chest, and lower until he was right where you needed him most, teasing your hole. “For now, allow me to make you feel good.”

You moaned, rocking your hips impatiently. You were burning with need, and his drawn-out teasing drove you insane. “Xanthus, please,” you begged, pouting at his cruel game. 

“Pleading already, love?” he teased, slipping his finger in and making you groan. He leaned down, leaving wet kisses on your exposed chest and stomach as he added a second finger, working you open for his cock. “I’ve barely begun.”

“Xanthus— ah—” you gasped, arching your back as he picked up the pace, angling his fingers until he brushed against a spot that made your thighs tremble. You were unraveling fast, nearing your high from his fingers alone pumping in and out of you, and if it weren’t for the determination and burning desire mixing in his eyes as he looked at you, it would have embarrassed how quickly you were coming. “Mhm— if you keep— yesyesyes, right there. Don’t stop— ah—”

You could feel how pleased he was through the tilt of his lips against your skin. He had not stopped watching you intently, cataloging every twitch, every expression of pleasure on your face to keep the memory of you coming undone underneath him tucked in his mind forever. Feeling your walls clench around his fingers made his mouth water, patience finally running out as he burned to sheathe his cock inside you. 

He pulled out his fingers, allowing you to catch your breath. “Feeling alright?” he asked, brushing your hair back from your forehead and looking at you affectionately. You nodded, a shudder running through you as your eyes landed on his cock, precum already leaking from it.

“Fuck,” you cursed, mouth watering at the idea of Xanthus thrusting into you. “Come on, I’m tired of waiting,” you said, spreading your legs further. His eyes flickered down for a moment, looking at you carefully, exposed in front of him, and he groaned, not needing to be told twice. 

“Tell me if it hurts,” he requested, lining himself up, the feeling of his cock brushing against your entrance nearly overwhelming him already. He pushed in slowly, carefully not to hurt you as he stretched you out on his cock. You choked, wrapping your arms around his neck again to hold onto him as he entered you fully. 

Xanthus panted, not daring to move as your warmth wrapped around him was nearly enough to send him spiraling. You were clutching him tightly, moans and whimpers falling from your lips unabashedly as you grew used to the stretch. They only made him want to ravish you further. 

With a needy rock of your hips and a lewd whine, you told him to move, and Xanthus began thrusting slowly, relishing the breathless sounds you made as his cock filled you up to the brim. “Tell me if I get too rough,” he said, kissing your neck again, feeling the thumping of your heart under his lips. “Tell me if—”

“I’m fine,” you whispered, kissing the side of his face, “don’t worry— ah— I’m good. Keep going. Ah!— I love you,” you moaned as Xanthus picked up the pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with more vigor until you were writhing under him again, close to your release. “Wouldn’t trade this for the— ah— world. No— mhm— matter the mission and—”

Xanthus silenced you with a kiss, adamant about making you forget the danger hanging over your heads. “Don’t think about that now,” he panted, “I love you too” — your walls clenching around him and your twitching fingers pulling at his hair telling him that you were close again — “I love you so much.” He groaned, his own pleasure nearly at its zenith as his cock twitched inside of you. “Let go, love. I’m there, too.”

You came with a cry of his name, digging your nails into his back as you fell apart. Xanthus continued thrusting, riding out your pleasure for as long as he could until you were twitching from overstimulation. 

“Did you like that?” he asked after catching his breath, cupping your face and kissing your lips. “Would you care to give me one more?” 

You whined, shuddering at the thought of going again, but nodded your head, unable to satiate your desire for him as Xanthus began trailing kisses over your neck, making you moan. “Yeah,” you breathed, throwing your head back in pleasure as his cock entered you once more. “Keep going, please.”

He hummed, lifting your legs over his shoulders to thrust deeper inside you. The new angle stole your breath, the tiredness of having come twice already overshadowed by the desire Xanthus elicited in you. 

“Mghm— you’re so deep— ah—” you moaned, clutching the cushions of the couch to keep yourself anchored against the roll of his hips. “Fuck, Xanthus— ah!— can’t—” 

Xanthus kept going, edged on by the expression of pure bliss on your face as his cock brushed against the furthest parts of you. “Be good now,” he chided teasingly, voice breathless from how tight you were around him. “I know you can take it, my love,” he groaned, splitting you open on his cock as his hands caressed the insides of your thighs. 

“Mhm, Xanthus—” you whined as he placed his palms on your hips, keeping you steady and making sure he was not fucking you into the cushions too harshly. “Oh, Xanthus— gonna— mhm—”

“Close again?” he asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead as he felt you clenching around him. The feeling of your tightness and the sight of the daze of pleasure evident in your eyes made him groan, his grip on your waist tightening as he thrust his cock faster. “That’s right. You’re doing so well, love,” he panted, trembling a little as his own pleasure built steadily. 

The stutter of your breath and your hands fisted the cushions told him that you were about to tumble over the edge, and he could not hold on any longer as you clenched around him, falling apart with his name on your lips. His hips stilled after a long moment, making sure you were whimpering and squirming again before he pulled out, loosening the deathgrip you had on the cushion and bringing your hands to his lips to kiss them gently.

“Xan— uh—” you mumbled, entirely fucked out as you slowly calmed down. Your head was spinning, warmth engulfing your whole body. You felt Xanthus slowly kissing your neck again. “‘S enough, Xan. Can’t anymore—” 

He chuckled, laying down next to you and cupping your cheek to place a chaste kiss against your lips. “Alright, love. You did so well,” he praised, slipping an arm around you and drawing you into his side, “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” 

You looked at him through heavy eyelids, nuzzling into his side. “Fine. Need a moment,” you breathed, burying your head against his shoulder until your heartbeat stopped drowning out the movie still playing in the background. Raising your head, you rested your chin on his chest and chuckled fondly. “Look,” you said, nodding towards the TV, “We didn’t find out who the murderer was.”

“Oh, it was the vampire,” Xanthus said nonchalantly, kissing the top of your head. Reaching for the remote, he turned off the movie just as the evil vampire was about to sink his teeth into his screaming victim. “Quite a misrepresentation, if you ask me. Anyway, care for a bath? I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry.”

“In a minute,” you replied, leaning up to kiss his lips again. “You haven’t truly tasted me yet, my love.”

Xanthus rolled his eyes in amusement. “What ideas has this movie given you?” he teased, but his expression grew genuine after a moment. “You’re tired. I don’t want to strain you too much after everything we did.”

“I’m fine, truly,” you said, laying on your back, making sure Xanthus was facing you as you exposed your neck for him. “Finish your meal, love.”

[na-bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: Guadalupe Murrelet

Photo: Tom Benson

"This small seabird nests on islands off the west coast of Baja, and rarely wanders north into California waters. It was formerly combined with Scripps's Murrelet under the name Xantus's Murrelet. These two are very similar in appearance as well as in habits, but the Guadalupe Murrelet has more white extending up onto the face, around the eye."

- Audubon Field Guide

[fireonfriendly]

https://www.tumblr.com/jpitha/722047237573754880/a-writing-prompt-for-you?source=share

I had heard of these 'gods' the humans had worshipped. From the thundering lightning of Thor to the blazing rays of sunlight from Ra. Most of us believed them to be myths, fiction, and fever dreams. But when monsters from deep space and beyond the void came crawling into the Galactic Coalitions space, weird things began to happen. Weird dolphin like horses that appeared in oceans across the galaxy being led by a human man with a trident, riding the waves as if it were part of him. Then came stories of women with wings, fighting in the vacuum of space alongside ghostly warriors with weapons of all sorts.

We believed these to be fiction made up by humanity to explain that which seemed unreal. Until I saw them, a man with a falcons head with a kopesh and by his side stood a human woman whose very hair writhed with snakes and between them they turned an entire planetary force away by power, ferocity, and ability alone. Then we all began to believe in the gods and myths that humanity believed. And with that belief many mythical figures from the Xantu, Igtants, and others seemed to emerge from the woodwork. And soon the pantheons of all races seemed to join this battle against the darkness. All because humanity never ceased to believe in those divine beings, and with us finding that unwavering belief as well we found our gods again.

[autistrix]

[https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/146476933] Xantus's Hummingbird || Basilinna xantusii Observed in Mexico Least Concern in location of observation

[jartita-me-teneis]

*La Lengua*

Esopo, considerado el padre de la fábula, era un esclavo frigio que vivió en el siglo V antes de Cristo.

Uno de sus amos, Xantus, le ordenó que fuera al mercado y le trajese el mejor alimento que encontrara para agasajar a importantes invitados. Esopo compró solamente lengua y la hizo aderezar de diferentes modos. Los convidados se hartaron de comer lo que saborearon como un manjar. Cuando quedó solo, Xantus le preguntó qué era eso tan delicioso.

-Me pediste lo mejor -dijo Esopo- y traje lengua. La lengua es el fundamento de la filosofía y de las ciencias, el órgano de la verdad y la razón. Con la lengua se instruye, se construyen las ciudades y las civilizaciones, se persuade y se dialoga. Con la lengua se canta, con la lengua se reza y se declara el amor y la paz. ¿Qué otra cosa puede haber mejor que la lengua?

Pocos días después, Xantus le dijo que llegarían unos visitantes desagradables a los que debería atender por protocolo, pero quería manifestarles su disgusto sirviéndoles una mala comida.

-Trae del mercado lo peor que encuentres- le recomendó.

Esopo trajo lengua y la hizo preparar con un sabor tan desagradable que repugnó a los comensales.

-¿Qué porquería es esa que serviste?- le preguntó Xantus.

-Lengua -contestó Esopo-. La lengua es la madre de todos los pleitos y discusiones, el origen de las separaciones y las guerras. Con la lengua se miente, con la lengua se calumnia, con la lengua se insulta, con la lengua se rompen las amistades. Es el órgano de la blasfemia y la impiedad. No hay nada peor que la lengua.

La lengua es un arma de doble filo. ¿Cuál prefieres?"

El hombre tan indefenso por naturaleza, no tiene colmillos, no tiene garras, no escupe fuego pero tiene el don del lenguaje y una lengua tan suave como la miel y tan afilada como un puñal.

[thearomancer]

“All wizard like to cast fireball” stat is not actually true, fire ball George, fireball James, fireball Frank, fireball Linda, fireball xantus, fireball anapralus, fireball Johnson, fire ball Steve (list extends into eternity)

[jareckiworld]

Gyula Xantus (1919-1993) — Spring Terrace [oil on fibreboard, 1979]

[toycoheartful]

Peach Red (Fromia) Starfish (Estrella de mar de color rojo melocotón (Fromia)) is a Red (Fromia) Starfish PawPant - Who was a happy-go-lucky and cheerfully and She's best friend "Oliver Blue Tang" and close friend "Mahavir Great-White Shark and Coral Mermaid" as a Ocean.

Name: Peach Red (Fromia) Starfish

Species: Red (Fromia) Starfish PawPant

Sexually: Polysexual

Sex: Female

Power: His back to put on the wall like a glue

Best Friend: Oliver Blue Tang

Friend: Mahavir Great-White Shark and Coral Mermaid

Rival: Xanthe Xantus' Murrelet

Theme Song: Star by Bazzi

"Let's do some fishy time!"

[someoneslightlygay]

Silly Game Time: Welcome to the Randomocracy, a society where we assign people to be the caretakers of randomly selected animals!

First, use a random *letter* generator to get a letter. Second, use a random *number* generator to get a number between 1 and 10. Finally, look up "animals that start with [your letter]", and go down the list until you get to the option corresponding with your number. CONGRATULATIONS! You are now responsible for ensuring this animal's well-being? What is it (post a picture), and on a scale of 1 to 10, how much is this going to impact your life?

(I got E and 1, which means I'm now the proud guardian of an Elephant! This is kinda awesome ... but also gonna ruin me financially.)

I got x 3, which is an interesting combination. The third result beginning with x is Xantus’s Hummingbird. It should be reasonably easy to care for as it’s a small bird which feeds on nectar and flying insects, both of which can be found in relative abundance in my area. I would just need to help it gather nesting material and hope it can keep away from the local cats

[angelofghetto]

néhány első szerelem története

Most tudtam meg, hogy nemrég meghalt Szurdi Miklós. Talán legtöbben rendezőként ismerték, esetleg a pletykalapokból, feleségei és gyerekei számáról. (Gór Nagy Mária és Xantus Barbara férje is volt, összesen hat gyereke van.)

Számomra a legkedvesebb Várkonyi osztályt Szerencsi, Szakácsi, Sörös, Szurdi jelentette, aki abból is a négy kedvencem volt, igazi üstökösök, ezt már akkor látni lehetett rajtuk. Velük járt az a Ferenczi Krisztina is, aki Karinthy Ferenc: Gellérthegyi álmok tévéjáték változatában Husztival akkorát ment, hogy azóta is folyton idézem.

Emlékszem az osztály vizsgafilmjére (Néhány első szerelem története, tévéjáték, 1974), az ilyen bemutatkozó film akkoriban divat volt a királyi tévében. Csetlő-botló szerelmespárokat játszottak az épp végzős osztály fiatal színészei, különféle párosításokban. Kis történetek csokra volt ez. Belinkeltem volna, de a neten nyomát sem találtam. Kár.

Sörös Sándor arcát nem látjuk annyiszor, mint a többiekét (ő volt az Űrgammák - Xénia láz Dextere), de az egyik legismertebb szinkronhang, pl. Mel Gibson állandó magyar hangja. Szerencsi Éva, a Bob herceg babaarcú szépsége, az Abigél dacos, örök Vitay Georginája 2004. szeptemberében ment el. Szakácsi Sándor a sármos férfi a gyönyörű hanggal és hatalmas tehetséggel, 2007 márciusában. A gyönyörű Ferenczy Krisztina színészi karrierjét később oknyomozó újságíróira váltotta, 2015. júliusában hagyott itt bennünket örökre. És most Szurdi Miklós, a huncut kópé a csapatban (akinek a szeme sem állt jól), most februárban. El sem tudom képzelni 73 évesen. A netes fotókat nem hiszem el :) nekem már mindig az a mosolygós, kócos kamasz marad, amilyennek legelőször láttam.

[inapat16]

Quinzaine 55 : show these films that we cannot see ! 4/4

La Quinzaine will have other great surprises in store for us, such as the Franco-Japanese co-production of Fruits de la passion by Shuji Terayama in 1981, a very free adaptation of Retour à Roissy by Pauline Réage. The even freer adaptation in 1986 of the Devil with a body by Marco Bellocchio and its real fellatio which will cost Maruschka's career dearly. The dreamlike, the lyrical, the diaphanous Kissed, the first film by Lynne Stopkewich, a necrophiliac fable taken from a short story by Barbara Gowdy. And the very contemporary Leap Year by Michael Rowe exploring the mechanics of a sadomasochistic couple.

Then other forgotten films: The Girl Offered by Helma Sanders-Brahms, Irezumi – Tattoo Spirit by Yoichi Takabayashi, The Cold Esquimaude by Janos Xantus, Annabelle Partagée by Francesca Comencini…

So many films around one and the same subject, an ancestral problem that seems to rule the world: sex. Political sex, social sex, spiritual sex, sexes, sexualities. Sometimes represented with modesty, sometimes with exuberance, sex is honored in these works which have been able to magnify it with respect.

Sexuality, even over-represented, is still taboo. A small part of each of us sleeps in a shell of ice. The role of these films is, among other things, to melt this armor so that the spectator discovers with emotion another facet of his personality, beautiful, pure, and luminous.

La Quinzaine is the receptacle of sensuality from all over the world. She delivers a haven of cottony warmth to one of the biggest cinematographic institutions. She does not deny what makes up an entire part of Man, she embraces it, she appropriates it, with a program that is always precise and surprising. La Quinzaine reinvents sex on the big screen and gives it credibility. - Clara Sebastiao