#its dico!!

[1800miserablethot]

Not letting ppl forget this gif of dico

[a-passing-storm]

Oh... I've finally gotten back around to reviewing/relearning Latin, and verb forms are probably the thing I struggle the most with/need to review the most urgently. So I...

I'm using this as a checklist... the ones with the periods are the ones I Definitely Remember And Could Do In My Sleep* and the others I either have not quizzed myself on yet or just... know that I won't be able to do them.

How did I KNOW all of these??? At any point???

To be fair, I never knew the subjunctive all that well (I mainly went off of, like... "I know indicative verbs and this sure doesn't look like one!"), but... this makes me so sad. I've forgotten so much.

And that's not even getting into participles and infinitives. Imperatives are fine, probably.

I think I'll be good on prepositions and ablative uses with just a little bit of review, but the various subjunctive uses are going to be a pain in the ass to learn/relearn. (To be honest, that's another case of learning more than relearning. I was able to guess/use context in class, but I'd like to also actually know them well.)

*There's the caveat of... my first-person singular future active indicative of "superāre." For which I wrote "superam." Which I guess is third conjugation rules? Or third-io? I don't remember? I guess it's good that I vaguely remember conjugation rules from a different conjugation, but... help.

[vivaladicamillo]

hes so cutie

[tonymarias]

jackass brainrot is so real because when I started rewatching the show and I would see dico and I would be like “oh he’s a weirdo” and now im like “dico. my beloved jester boyfriend. my balding husband. the love of my life. brandon of house dicameillo”

[persephoneflouwers]

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[cherry-blossom-qf]

Is Meta Knight the supercharger character?

Ahaha...! Y'all are getting close!

No, Meta Knight isn't gonna be a Supercharger. He still has to protect Dreamland.

Especially when the kingdom is left alone without..... him...⭐️

[enlichened]

I love to draw parallels between media that make no sense unless you listen to me talk for 4 hours (that's how I get you)

[indicafaeries]

morning sesh

ryan dunn x gn!reader

warnings: uhhh like weed smoking, swearing, all that good stuff

going camping w/ the gang and having a lil morning sesh with your boyfie

fluff

a/n: hi this is my first time writing fanfic in ages so please leave me some feedback, i hope that you all like it!! i do apologise if it’s bad or short, i write this in a manic episode while high😭😭

you stretch feeling your boyfriend sit up in your shared sleeping bag, the the warm orange hues of the sunrise permeating into the tent. “sorry babe i didn’t mean to wake you” ryan says, his voice rough having only woken up a few moments ago, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “i was planning to have a little early morning sesh, if you’re awake enough to join that is” he smiles looking down at you chuckling as you sit up hearing the word sesh.

“i’m awake enough” you mumble tiredly, leaning on him. he wraps an arm around you pulling you into him, smelling the soft scent of his shampoo and the forrest outside.

Ryan already had a mix going to your surprise, all he was missing was rolling paper, he rummaged through his bag searching for it. you reached into your pillowcase pulling out a pack of rolling paper covered in heart designs, Ryan looked over at you curiously “they got hearts on them” he smiled laughing at the little design as he snatched them from you. “hey they’re cute” you say defensively, crossing your arms only causing him to laugh more. “calm down, i like em, i too think they’re cute” he said with a smile and he started rolling joints “put on some music but don’t be too loud, i don’t want bam or dico or someone to wake up cause i’ll have to roll more” he added quietly as he watched you pull out your little ipod.

you scroll through some songs before settling on when you were young by the killers, turning it down a little. ryan grinned enjoying your song choice as he hands you a joint, lighting his own. as you reach for the lighter he laughs pulling away from you “ryan” you begin protesting frustratedly but before you can react properly he puts his lit joint to yours as it sits in between your lips, then taking a drag of his own, “yes y/n?” he says with that shit eating grin he always has on his face, “nothing” you say looking back down smiling, your cheeks going a soft pink colour. ryan chuckles as you both sit here, his arm around you as you both smoke your joints, enjoying the music.

“you wanna know something y/n?” ryan smiles softly, the weed starting to take its effect on you both, “what’s that ry?” you murmur looking up at him “you’re so beautiful and i love you so much” he says smiling sweetly still, holding his joint between his fingers as he brushes hair behind your ear. “i love you so much too” you say leaning into his touch as he inhales some of his joint, leaning down to kiss you and blow the smoke into your mouth. you realised everything right now in this moment was perfect, you loved your boyfriend more than anything and he reciprocated that.

suddenly half the tent collapses in, two loud laughs echoing into the tent as you and ryan hear bam speak in a sing song voice while breaking into your tent with dico behind him “you forgot us you bitches.”

[astra-ravana]

A Selection of Weather Magick

Whistling Up a Wind

Whistling up a wind is one of the most common forms of weather magick and has been practiced for hundreds of years. Depending on the pitch and tone of whistle, a witch can create a gentle breeze or a sharp gust of wind. You can physically whistle with your lips, use a wind whistle or even a glass bottle. The tone, pitch, and length of the whistle you make determines the type of wind you will get. For example, a low pitched whistle will form a light breeze and a short, sharp, piercing whistle will form a huge gust of wind

A Storm is Likely to Come When

• Deciduous trees flip their leaves due to wind direction

• Birds fly low in the sky and go quiet

• There's a Southerly wind

• There's red dawn in the East

• Layers of nimbus clouds move in opposite directions

• The morning grass is dry of dew

• An earthy scent rises from the soil and flowers

• Pine cones remain closed

• A halo rings the moon at night

• Nights are warm in Winter (cloud cover insulation)

• Smoke swirls and descends instead of rising steadily.

Storm Casting

Storm casting is the art of creating storms through magick. There are many different methods for casting storms ans bringing rain. One method is to fill a jug with water and while sitting outside (or facing an open window) pour the water into a basin or bowl. Dip the tip of your finger in the water (you can also use a pendulum/necklace) and make five slow, clockwise circles in the water. As you are making the circles call the wind to bring in a storm by blowing or whistling a continuous low note, like wind over the mouth of a glass bottle, over the basin.

Untie the Wind

Sailors used to buy knotted cords from witches. When the knots were untied the wind would pick up. The more knots untied the more wind there would be. This can still be applied today using one's breath or the wind itself. On a windy day take yourself to a high place where the wind blows strongly. Take a red cord with you, to be knotted in three places. Focus on the wind and when you feel connected to it, begin tying it into knots. Left side first, then right, and the last knot center. Accompany your actions with a charm such as,

"Each knot I make, and then untie,

Will stir the wind, to fill the sky".

Keep the cord in a high place and when you want to summon a wind, simply untie the knots in reverse order. Chant:

"This knot is untied, so the cord is free,

As the cord is freed, the winds shall be".

For a strong gale untie all three knots.

Stopping a Storm

Dispersing: This method involves spreading the storm out over a large area, there by minimizing its effects. You can disperse a storm by calling winds to blow it away (or in a certain direction).

Binding: This method is called 'storm catching' and involves catching a storm and binding it with an object (usually a bottle) so it can be released gradually at a later date.

Storm Water

One of the easiest forms of weather magick is to collect storm water (also called thunder water). Set a bowl or vessel outside during a thunderstorm. You're not just collecting water, you're also collecting the potent energy in the atmosphere. The thunder, lightning, and pressure all charge the water with extra energy. When the storm is over bottle and keep for spellwork, anointing, and more.

Ancient Latin Wind Invocation

Stand outside and say the following:

"Venire ventus venire, sinere solus sentire relaxari, venire nunc nunc venire venire venire venire"

Ancient Latin Rain Spell

Look up to the sky and say:

"Elementum recolligo huie commodo locus mini vestri vox Elementum ego unda dico vos Permissum pluit es est meus nos sic vadum is existo"

Meteorological Symbols

• Can be used as sigils

• Use for weather summoning

• Can substitute a certain weather condition required as a spell component

Herbs, Trees, and Plants used in Weather Magick

Alder: Raises winds, commonly turned into wind whistles

Broom: Thrown into fire to calm winds, thrown in the air to raise winds

Cotton: Thrown into fire to bring rain

Ferns: Thrown into fire to bring rain

Garlic: Warn to ward off bad weather

Heather: Thrown into fire to bring rain

Henbane: Thrown into water to bring rain

Oak/Acorn: Protects against lightning strikes and bad weather

Pansy: Brings rain and storms, if picked on a sunny day brings storms but if picked early in the morning while covered with dew brings rain

Rice/Grain/Wheat: Thrown into the air to bring rain

Saffron: Raises winds, assists with control of the weather

Thistle: Thrown into fire to redirect lighting

"There are some things you can only learn in a storm."

[mikalame]

I was wondering if you could do a bill kaulitz dating hc with a mcbling reader,thanks :3

Bill dating Mcbling reader hope you like these hc i personally LOVE mcbling style.

Request are open

taglist:@oppopotamus@violentnewmarley@saumspam@adissonsss

. The first thing he probably noticed was the florescent pink that you always wear along with your sparkly necklaces and earrings that shine bright with the lights of the club your two met in.

. other thing he saw was the orange tan your have ( gotta keep it true to the culture) did think it was tacky but everything back then was.

. Once you two finally started dating the places you two would go for dates would be the mall where you two could shop and look at all the clothes and make up you could

.if he sees some thing in a store that you would like he would call you and even if you wont want them right now he KNOWS that you would want them in the future but things like jeans and top he would get right away.

.loves looking at you while you do your makeup he thinks there is something just so raw about the way to slap on the orange foundation and line your eyes so roughly that its kinda scary.

if you have like a little dog and you put cute little bows and outfits bill would be buying all the cute little dog outfits he sees like bees, flowers you name it he has it.

shopping with the two of you would be absolute madness as both of you have so many bags and your running around the mall quickly turning when you see some thing bill or you would like

On the days where you are just chilling at home is probably one of the times bill sees all the beauty you have cause your bare faced and just enjoying being around him and that gives bill and nice warm fuzzy feeling.

Ive got to say it but with all the tight jeans/ top you wear bill has a bit of a habit just to stare at them and if you pull down your crop top and show of the tops of your bra hes dead, hes pulling your shirt p to try and cover them as he dont want no one looking at whats his.

he does love going bra shopping with you hes holding all the leopard/ zebra print you can find in that store then holding the next lot from the other store you do try ad pay but bill just so existed to see you wear them that he just moves you out the way

when you get new jewellery for your piercings like playboy bunny ect you always get him a matching one so if you have your tongue done he'll have a matching tongue jewellery with you.

you two are constantly at the pools or beach as you want a tan and bill just follows you like a little puppy dog. when you start to sun bathe he remembers that you didnt pull and sunscreen on and gets so upset even if you lie to him and say you did

he is SLATHERING you in that sunscreen and ignores you protests just muttering things like 'you will thank me when your in your 60's' talking about how its gonna save your life.

if you two go to some event and you still wanna have your style you will be anything leopard print like jacket or scarf you heels anything bill will make it happen

You two have nights wear you wear each others styles and go full out like hair is done so you have spikes and bills got that fringe comb-over makeup is on point you look like you slap black eyeliner on your eyes and bill looks like a dico-ball and outfit are so great and you to are decked in the most accessory ever

[1800miserablethot]

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: You all go swimming and some chick comes up and tries to flirt with you and Bam gets a bit jealous while watching. (Ya’lls friends don't help because they just tease him about it and it makes him even more jealous)

Setting: Iceland in the blue lagoon

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“Hanna you’re really letting yourself go, man,” Dico jokes, causing everyone to laugh and look at Hanna who replies, “I don't give a fuck,” which causes Bam to jump in and mumble “Pear ass body,” which causes everyone to erupt into laughter again. 

Bam looks around while laughing trying to spot eyes on you and when he does his smile falters and his laughter fades out. Instead, a soft glare replaces it as he sees you on the other side of the lagoon talking to a random chick who was way too close for Bam’s liking. “Uh oh, look’s like [Y/N] switching teams,” Bam hears Rake say which makes his glare darken, “shut the fuck up,” Bam hisses, his eyes going back over to you and the random chick. She wasn't bad looking, skinny yet toned body, and black medium-length hair that had streaks in it. “Bam if he was a woman,” Ryan joked but it goes one ear out the other. Along with the comment about the tattoo, the chick had on her upper thigh and the other near her boobs. His fist clenched knowing that the chick would probably try and draw your attention there, “No more hearing Bam and [Y/N] getting it on at night, instead we’re gonna be hearing her.” One of the other boys had said which another replied by saying “That’ll be hotter to listen to,” and that broke Bam. He snaps around and yells “fuck you assholes! That skank isn't stealing [Y/N] from me!” He must have shouted a bit too loudly because all his friends were now looking at him weirdly until Dunn finally spoke up, “Dude they heard you say that,” 

Bam stiffens at the realization and awkwardly turns his head toward your direction seeing you and the random lady both looking at you. He sees her giggle and you grin down at her and that causes his veins to boil with anger. When your eyes meet Bam’s he looks down before shaking his bangs out his face and looking away pretending to ignore you. You couldn't help but chuckle at how Bam was acting, quickly waving bye to the girl you make your way back over to your friends. “[Y/N] has a girlfriend,” Dico teases, “hell no, I’m taken,” you say which earns a snicker from Ryan and Rake when Bam chimes in by saying “By who, her or me?” You laugh softly at his bratty attitude, knowing that there was no bite behind those words. “Might be her if you keep your attitude up,” you joke which makes everyone else laugh and react but it only earns a scoff and an eye roll from Bam. “Fine, she can have you,” Bam retorts, going to get out of the water but you quickly grab his wrist and pull him back in. “Baby I’m kidding,” You cooed, turning Bam around to wrap your arms around his waist. Smiling softly at the pout that formed across his lips. “You know that I only want you,” You continued, seeing how his face started to flush a small shade of pink. “You better, asshole,” he mutters which makes you grin before you plant a small kiss on his pout. “You done pitching now?” you joke, moving your hands from his waist to grip his hips pulling him closer. You see his gaze glance over to what you assume to be the chick and when you glance over as well you are correct. Before you can say anything you feel lips crash onto yours, a tongue slipping its way into your mouth. You hum into the kiss knowing what he’s doing, so you decide to play his little game back. You move your hands up to cup the sides of his face, your nails digging into his skin as you deepen the kiss as much as you can. You keep him like this until you start to hear him huffing and panting into the kiss, you take his bottom lip in between yours and pull on it gently before letting it go which earns a groan from Bam. Seeing his half-lidded eyes flutter open to meet yours. “Now are you done?” you ask, your grin reappearing when he nods and takes your hand into his. You glance over quickly to see that the chick is now gone and you can't help but shake your head with a small laugh. Well, at least Bam got what he wanted. 

[jackasswhre]

Dating Bam Margera headcanons :)

let me just start this off by saying bam's the most loyal man to exist alright

like ain't no way that he's ever cheating on you

also a hill that i will die on is that you're the passenger princess

literally no matter what

late night drives with him blasting music

spoils you on your birthday, valentines day, christmas ect

he's totally the "i don't want to go to bed fighting type"

carving pumpkins as a date during halloween

speaking of halloween i feel like he would love scaring kids that are out trick or treating

never goes overboard with pranking you (and will get a bit pissed off if any of the other guys do)

extra cuddly if he's drunk

doesn't notice it and will 100% deny it but he squeezes your hand a bit tighter when he's nervous

loves seeing you in his clothes

covers the corners of tables if you're bending underneath them so you don't get hurt

can and will bodyslam you into anything soft whenever he feels like it

puts his hand in the back pocket of your jeans

if you ask nicely he'll turn his loud ass music down

disinfecting his brand (and any of his other wounds/cuts) because you know he won't do it himself

taking care of him when he's sick (and him being a pouty whiny bitch most of the time)

he gets jealous really easily

if needed he gets into bar fights for you (even if he's usually drunk himself)

if you're in jackass too (im guessing you are 'cause come on who wouldn't want to be) he writes crazy ass stunts for you

always makes sure that you don't get hurt during them tho

and if you ever did get hurt while doing a stunt he would be by your side the second it happens

if you don't know how to skate he 100% teaches you

and if you already know then he literally skates with you every chance he gets

you're definitely in viva la bam and also in most radio bam episodes

if you want to he will let you do his nails and makeup

definitely loves cuddling

ryan, dico, raab and rake are your bestfriends

they just come with bam (kinda like a buy one, get one free except its buy one, get four free (idfk lmao))

bro would literally melt if you baked him something

if you're ever wearing a short/tight skirt he stands behind you

rarely takes you out for expensive dates, it's usually just mcdonalds or something similar

this man loves you with his whole heart so please don't hurt him

[vivaladicamillo]

anyone have any ideas for bams fics/imagines ? i wanna write one for him so bad its killing me (i still need to do the ryan/reader/bam one i just need to think if a good plot)

[tonymarias]

why did I say this

*kissing his receding hairline* promise you’ll stop for me

[sciatu]

CERAMICA DI SANTO STEFANO DI CAMASTRA

Anche oggi non ti ho detto che ti amo, Preso dagli affanni del giorno, dal leccare la vita per capirne ipocrisie e falsità, ho dimenticato di dirti che ti amo. O meglio, nel silenzio del giorno e nel nulla dei suoi attimi, non ho trovato tra le sue ombre e le parole vuote del mondo, il momento giusto per parlare al tuo cuore, per dirti di quanto ci lega, per confessare quello che ferma il tempo per creare un istante, un minuto delle nostre vere vite. Non volevo sconsacrare le parole che dovevo dirti, non volevo svendere il tesoro che mi doni, liquidare tutto nella banalità del quotidiano, per amarti per contratto, o glorificarti per noia. Non volevo svendere per poco, quello che sarebbe diventato il senso del giorno, nascondere tra consigli per gli acquisti e stragi degli innocenti, l’unico respiro dell’anima mia. Era troppo importante, anche se era naturale, era troppo semplice anche se è un giuramento quotidiano fatto alla tua vita perché sia la mia vita. È troppo banale sprecare quello che vuol dire amarti, è infantile ripeterlo, è assurdo pretenderlo anche se è necessario confermarlo ogni giorno, scriverlo nell’aria che ci divide, sognarlo nelle nostre notti, scambiarcelo nelle nostre carni, così che i nostri corpi siano il forziere, la vigna ed il mare di quello che proviamo, dell’ebrezza che ci scambiamo, delle emozioni su cui navighiamo. Un altro giorno muore senza averti detto che ti amo, Un altro giorno scivolato via senza sapore, diventato un anonimo giorno di pieno inverno, dove non vi sono colori, il sole è malato, il vento impazzisce e il mare diventa nemico. Eppure lo so, lo so bene, che solo quando ti dico che ti amo, il tempo ha un altro sapore, i miei affanni si sciolgono e tu mi rivesti con i sorrisi della primavera. Perché l’amore è un assegno in bianco che qualcuno ti dà e che tu devi spendere il giorno stesso perché domani non avrà più lo stesso valore e nessuno ti potrà garantire che domani ce ne sarà uno eguale. Un assegno gratuito che devi spendere in quel momento scrivendo il valore che tu dai a chi te lo ha dato. Ma se scrivi troppo o troppo poco, sei tu dopo, che dovrai pagare il doppio della cifra che hai scritto. Per questo, non dirti oggi che ti amo, è tenersi in mano quell’assegno incapace di spenderlo, incapace di sognare, incapace di volare, incapace di trasformare il grigiore dei palazzi in un intimo paradiso

Even today I didn't tell you that I love you, Caught up in the worries of the day, in licking life to understand its hypocrisies and falsehoods, I forgot to tell you that I love you. Or rather, in the silence of the day and in the nothingness of its moments, I didn't find among its shadows and the empty words of the world, the right moment to speak to your heart, to tell you how much binds us, to confess what stops time to create an instant, a minute of our true lives. I didn't want to desecrate the words I had to say to you, I didn't want to sell off the treasure you give me, liquidate everything in the banality of everyday life, to love you by contract, or glorify you out of boredom. I didn't want to sell off for a little, what would have become the meaning of the day, hide among shopping tips and massacres of innocents, the only breath of my soul. It was too important, even if it was natural, it was too simple even if it is a daily oath made to your life for it to be my life. It is too banal to waste what it means to love you, it is childish to repeat it, it is absurd to demand it even if it is necessary to confirm it every day, to write it in the air that divides us, to dream it in our nights, to exchange it in our flesh, so that our bodies are the treasure chest, the vineyard and the sea of ​​what we feel, of the intoxication we exchange, of the emotions we sail on. Another day dies without having told you that I love you, Another day slipped away without flavor, become an anonymous day in the middle of winter, where there are no colors, the sun is sick, the wind goes crazy and the sea becomes an enemy. And yet I know, I know well, that only when I tell you that I love you, time has another flavor, my worries melt away and you dress me with the smiles of spring. Because love is a blank check that someone gives you and that you have to spend that same day because tomorrow it will no longer have the same value and no one can guarantee you that tomorrow there will be an equal one. A free check that you have to spend at that moment by writing the value that you give to the one who gave it to you. But if you write too much or too little, it is you later, who will have to pay double the amount you wrote. For this, not telling you today that I love you, is holding that check in your hand incapable of spending it, incapable of dreaming, incapable of flying, incapable of transforming the grayness of the buildings into an intimate paradise

[lunamagicablu]

Il maestro era sceso verso la riva del fiume. Il sole si era appena alzato e dava luce al risveglio del mondo intorno al corso d'acqua. Il silenzio di quelle acque era ricoperto dalle grida degli uccelli, mentre ogni altro suono si armonizzava con gli altri in una musicalità che era solo di quel posto, in una bellezza che era unica nel suo accadere. IL maestro rimase in piedi davanti al fiume, abbandonò le braccia lungo i fianchi, fece alcuni respiri e le sue braccia cominciarono ad alzarsi mentre le gambe sembravano accompagnare quei movimenti, disegnando insieme alle braccia una forma che non aveva fine. L’armonia guidava i suoi movimenti. L'allievo aveva raggiunto anche lui quel luogo, fermandosi però a distanza, aspettando che il maestro desse conclusione a quella preghiera. Quando il movimento del maestro si raccolse per trasformarsi in immobilità il discepolo si avvicinò: - Maestro, vorrei fare come voi dite - Non puoi fare come dico io, perché saresti solo la mia imitazione e come tale non saresti tu. - Come posso allora diventare come voi - Non puoi diventare come sono io. Puoi però vedere come sei e da questa osservazione potrà accadere di incontrare ciò che tu sei, non diverso da me. Il maestro si rivolse ancora al giovane guerriero: - Se sei così ci sarà un motivo, aspetta di incontrarlo prima di buttarlo via... … ed insieme entrarono nel movimento appena concluso per un nuovo inizio, così che fine e inizio sono solo momenti di ciò che non ha mai fine… la vita. Sembrava che i suoni della natura cantassero insieme alla forma che stavano eseguendo, non esistevano in quel momento singolarmente ma esisteva una unica unicità… l’adesso. Franco Piccirilli *************************** The master had gone down to the river bank. The sun had just risen and was giving light to the awakening of the world around the watercourse. The silence of those waters was covered by the cries of the birds, while every other sound harmonized with the others in a musicality that was only of that place, in a beauty that was unique in its occurrence. The master remained standing in front of the river, he abandoned his arms along his sides, took a few breaths and his arms began to rise while his legs seemed to accompany those movements, drawing together with his arms a shape that had no end. Harmony guided his movements. The student had also reached that place, but he stopped at a distance, waiting for the master to conclude that prayer. When the master's movement came to become stillness, the disciple approached: - Master, I would like to do as you say - You cannot do as I say, because you would only be my imitation and as such you would not be you. - How can I then become like you - You cannot become as I am. However, you can see how you are and from this observation it may happen to meet what you are, not different from me. The master turned again to the young warrior: - If you are like this there must be a reason, wait to meet it before throwing it away... ... and together they entered the movement just concluded for a new beginning, so that end and beginning are only moments of that which never ends... life. It seemed that the sounds of nature were singing together with the form they were performing, they did not exist in that moment individually but a single uniqueness existed... the now. Franco Piccirilli