#italy? PRAGUE?

[blondephil]

i respect them not telling us where they’re going on holiday but i also desperately want to know

[enlitment]

What's your favourite city you've visted?

Oo that's a great question! Hope you'll forgive me my very euro-centric answers, since those are the destinations that are compatible with my current travel budget

I mean if I had to choose one it would be Paris, which is probably hardly a surprise for anyone. But I think it would be the case even if I wasn't into the French Revolution/French history in general. There's just so much to see! (Also, I got my coffee replaced for free after I spilled it all over myself like an idiot. So Paris gets additional points for that)

I also like smaller cities, especially the ones which you can explore on foot. I've recently been to Verona and really fell in love with the place. Also Tallinn (the capital of Estonia) - I think it's criminally underrated!

Oh, and I know that one doesn't count, but Prague isn't half-bad either of course.

[achillesred]

moodboard

[ivanatwotails]

UPDATE POST!!

I'M BACK EVERYONE!!

So, I went on a kind of unannounced hiatus... Because I have been in Europe and my home country! Lots of crazy stuff happened there, especially with me and my mom's health. But we don't have time to get into all that yet.

We went to Italy for a bit! We saw Venice, Murano and Burano. That was cool!

Then, the best thing... We went to London and saw Hadestown on West End!!! I stage doored, and got my playbill signed and pics with the cast, including my absolute favorite actor on West End, Donál Finn!

I have been drawing a lot lately, but it has been for myself instead of social media. I have been focusing on improving my skills and stuff, without the fear of being judged. I'm gonna go back to sharing art soon, though!

So, yeah. That's where I have been! I'll be more active when we settle back into America and I start school. I'm starting High School, so wish me luckkk 😭. I was only gone because I had absolutely no time to post. But I'm glad to be back!

[simplicius-simplicissimus]

People are never so completely and enthusiastically evil as when they act out of religious conviction.

-Umberto Eco, The Prague Cemetery

[buildarocketboys]

OK I'm calmer now I settled down to read my book for the rest of the afternoon (and made my gf lunch!). So a good thing that happened today is that I WON A FREAKING TWO NIGHT TRIP TO EUROPE which was the top raffle prize for the raffle work does every year. Which is pretty fucking awesome. Which European city should I go to?

[anki-of-beleriand]

Looking for ghost stories

Hey guys, I need some help, someone knows a good place where I can locate ghost stories, or hunted stories, things like that in Rome, Florence, Venice, Prague, Naples, and Krakow?

I'm planning my next trip but I will like to know more about folk supernatural stories, or creepy stories in these places.

[1995lahaine]

oh yeah travel updates for the mewchies I’ll be in the uk in the back half of March of next year, then France maybe first week of may before I go home??

[milliondollarbaby87]

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band - 2025 European Tour

Yesterday the announcement of more European dates added to the postponed gigs from this year! I am hoping to get tickets for Manchester and Liverpool in the UK, unfortunately none of the others for travel will work out.

[2t2r]

L'Europe du milieu du XIXème siècle sous l'objectif de Claude-Marie Ferrier

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/europe-milieu-xixeme-siecle-claude-marie-ferrier/

L'Europe du milieu du XIXème siècle sous l'objectif de Claude-Marie Ferrier

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

New Audio: Prague's Nomad Disco Shares Hook-Driven and Anthemic "Napoli"

New Audio: Prague's Nomad Disco Shares Hook-Driven and Anthemic "Napoli" @heygroover @romainpalmieri @DorianPerron

Led by their frontman, who was born in Far Eastern Russia and eventually relocated to Prague, who finds inspiration in conversations with nature and people, road trips to historical sights, escapism and psychology, Nomad Disco is a Prague-based post-punk outfit, whose sound features elements of post-punk, goth, alt rock and shoegaze. The Czech Republic-based band released their full-length debut…

[wwwbaileyalexandercom-blog]

what about those things my feet have seen

[hannahz-scstudyabroad]

Boyfriend Visited

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Hi Everyone. Hope everyone is having a great March so far!!

Honestly, I was living my best life these past few weeks. Mainly, my boyfriend Jack visited me. I am so lucky to be able to have him visit. Our time together has been really special. First off, when Jack visited, it was his first time out of America. I felt a lot of pressure making it the best the trip can be, but looking back, it was a success!

I met Jack in London because of a long layover he had. We took the day and went to a pub as well as walked around the tourist center where the Big Ben, Parliament, and London Eye is located. 

Less than 8 hours later, it was time to come back to Prague. 

Once we got to Prague we went to bed right away. During the next few days we stayed in two Airbnbs. One in Old Town Square and the other in Wenceslas (New Town) Square. During our time in Prague, we explored the entirety of the city including going to the Astronomical Clock Tower. 

We spent most of the time just enjoying being with each other in a foreign city. Just walking around on the cobblestone streets holding eachothers hands was all I needed in order to make one of my favorite weeks ever of my life.

Later on during the week, we went to Italy. Jack is Italian and going to Italy has been a dream of his. I feel so lucky to be able to show him an amazing country. 

We first went to Lake Como, where we decided to live it up and stay in a really nice hotel. We even got a loft in our room! 

We walked around the Lake itself and the town of Como. We then took a vernacular up to the top of the mountain. We got some cocktails and then went back to the hotel.

The next morning we were going to Venice. When we were on the train though, we realized we left our passports in the safe. This is the first time I experienced leaving my passport somewhere. I was very stressed and freaking out but Jack made sure that I was okay and we went back to the hotel and went on a later train to Venice. It all worked out.

We had a stop in Milan and grabbed some pizza before getting on an express train that goes straight to Venice. I went to Venice last year with my family and all I pictured then was walking around with Jack. It was a dream of mine to be able to go with him to one of my favorite places in the world– the whole time felt surreal.

We went on a wine tour in Venice and we were definitely the two youngest people on the tour. Who cares though! We got to eat and drink our way throughout the city and finished up the trip with a gondola ride.

The whole time Jack was with me in Europe felt like a literal dream. I honestly can not believe how lucky I am to have him in my life. This trip has prompted the both of us to try to travel more together asap.

See you in the next blog!!

Hannah

[vrmxlho]

leaving a place you like </33 i wish i could stay in some of the places i went for holidays 😔😔

sameee like i wish i could live in prague, i went there right before lockdown and it was the best time ever and it was so nice and beautiful

i only have good memories in prague

[zweiginator]

riding patrick's thigh like it's the last thing you'll ever do <3

thinking about this w/ stepbro!patrick.

you had met him in may, when the semester ended and he picked you up from your university. and you were good for a few weeks; you kept everything very diplomatic, very moral.

you both knew your desires existed far, far beyond the moral compass you were dead set on following, at first. but you both really thought you could do it, you could quell those desires, that fiery need for each other.

it became harder when patrick's dad and your mom went away for two weeks. it was sudden, but patrick's father decided he wanted to take your mother on a trip. maybe to prague, italy--neither of you remembered. you just remembered the palpable, muggy tension between you and patrick when they sat you down to tell you.

there wasn't that all-encompassing fear of being caught anymore. no extra siblings in the house to add to that fear. just you and patrick and a big, big mansion.

it was immediate, the two of you breaking your untold promises. patrick kept the door open when he was showering the night they left. jerked his cock unabashedly, his hand braced against the side of the shower. you saw his silhouette when you walked past, how his head was thrown back, the daring outline of his cock wrapped in a strong fist. patrick knew you were right there.

you got in the shower with him. you kissed until your lips were bruised and your necks were covered in nibbles and marks that represented weeks of pent up sexual tension, the ineffable desire that comes with something so wrong, so taboo. but that's all you did, kissed. even with the hot water running over you and him, you would only go that far.

two days later, patrick invited his friends over. they drank and played card games and talked about girls and life and future endeavors and you listened to their conversation as you got a cup of water. you pretended like you were going to bed early. his friends whispered about how beautiful you were, asked patrick if you were single. he shrugged. and the primal, boyish desire he had to claim you that night was what fueled him to knock on your bedroom door after his friends left.

you touched each other, felt the heaviness of his cock. his fingers slipped into your cunt, and he came in his shorts as you rocked yourself on them, playing with your own tits, using him as a means to get off.

and every time it was the same thing. breathless oaths to each other.

"we can't do this again--this is the last time."

"this is wrong."

but the useless promises were punctuated by sloppy kisses, pushing a thumb into patrick's mouth, rocking against his length.

he fucked you for the first time the night before they were set to come home. pulled your legs over his shoulders and fucked you hard and deep. your underwear pushed to the side, and his barely pulled down. he dribbled spit into your mouth and rubbed your clit and came as he pulled you up, holding you to his chest as your eyes rolled back.

you both said this was over and didn't acknowledge how hard it would be to stick to those words.

so when they got back, your mood was low. patrick's was too, but he camouflaged it a little better. you both chocked it up to having too much fun, an innuendo that to them alluded to drinking too much and not what actually occurred.

after dinner, it felt like days you spent in limbo, waiting for them to go to bed. when they finally did, you didn't waste time before going to patrick's room. he shook his head at you.

"no." he whispered, stern. he was on his bed, flipping through a tennis magazine. the air conditioning didn't work as well upstairs, so his shirt was off, discarded on the floor. "it's over. we had our fun but we can't."

"we can't what?" you acted stupid. so stupid, because you knew it pissed him off.

it did. "did you not fucking hear me? we said no more once they got back. well, they're back now. i'm not getting my teeth kicked out by my dad when he finds me balls-deep in my fucking stepsister."

his tone made you wet. his words made you wetter. and god, this was so fucked up. but there was nobody you could go to about it--except for patrick.

"then we don't have to do that."

"that's what i said." patrick said, misunderstanding your point.

"i mean, you can fuck me--without really fucking me." you twirled a strand of your hair and patrick was pissed. because he has no fucking control over himself. and you were wearing little pajama shorts that were riding up and a tight tank top with no bra and he knew you knew what this does to him.

"how?" he asked. he got up, quietly shut the door behind you and locked it.

"just sit down, you don't even have to do anything. it's all me." you batted your eyelashes and patrick threw his magazine down.

he sat on the edge of his bed and you mounted his thigh. it was hairy, strong, and oh so sturdy. patrick felt your wetness immediately, and he looked at you, confused.

and then you started rocking on his thigh, your hands braced near his pelvis. you pressed your forehead to his so your lips ghosted over his. the soft whimpers leaving your mouth tickled his bottom lip and he wrapped a hand around your throat.

"shut up, be quiet. you're such a fucking whore."

that made you rock your hips faster. you ran a hand up your torso, played with your tits. your nipples were taut, hard against your fingers, and patrick found it hard to restrain himself. he wanted to roll them between his fingers, suck on them, make you scream his fucking name.

but this was all you. your perverted little fantasy. so he let you fuck yourself on him until your legs shook. the bed squeaked, and the headboard slammed against the wall with the force of your movements. patrick, however, forgot about his former words. he held your hips and talked you through your orgasm. talked himself into one.

the thing about a promise, about telling a lie, is that you can warp the truth, make your own meaning. you can omit some things, and stretch the language to fit your own desires. that's all you were doing.

but you still moaned in each other's mouths as you came:

"this is the last time--we can't do this again."

[archivist-crow]

On this day:

VOYNICH MANUSCRIPT: MOST MYSTERIOUS MANUSCRIPT IN THE WORLD

On August 19, 1666, the rector of Prague University sent a letter and a manuscript to one of his former students, the Jesuit scholar Athanasius Kircher. The manuscript had lain forgotten in the monastery library in Frascati, Italy, for 250 years. It was obtained by Wilfred Voynich in 1912 and went on to be dubbed "the Most Mysterious Manuscript in the World."

Christened the Voynich, the six-by-nine-inch parchment codex appears to be a straightforward book. It is, however, over two hundred pages written in a code or unknown language that has never been deciphered. The text is elaborately illustrated with colored drawings of unknown plants and the sun, moon, and stars. Depictions of tiny naked women also frolic over the pages.

First appearing in history in 1586, the book was purchased for a then-outrageous sum of 600 ducats by the Holy Roman emperor, Rudolf II of Bohemia. One of the most eccentric European monarchs of the era, Rudolf collected dwarfs, had a regiment of giants in his army, and entertained all manner of magicians and alchemists. It has been suggested that the Voynich manuscript is the work of Roger Bacon, a famous English monk and scientist, and that it made its way to Prague via John Dee, a famous occultist of the time.

From dating of the vellum, pigments, calligraphy, and drawings, the manuscript is judged to be from the late thirteenth century. It has been labeled as everything from an illustrated herbal, to an alchemical treatise written in code to protect the contents, to an elaborate hoax. Its contents are roughly thought to be divided into sections of astronomy/astrology, biology, cosmology, pharmaceuticals, and recipes. After Voynich's widow died, the manuscript was sold to a book dealer and then donated to Yale University.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009