#marco poloni

[rigg647]

i will find mrs poloni so we can be bffs since i’m mrs lacos 🙏🙏

[hoffmans-hoffman]

Contender for Triplet

Marco Poloni

[thismustbeso]

ON THE ALL-CONQUERING MACHINE (ENVER GORTASH)

They Are Hostile Nations, Margaret Atwood / A Portal Through Space and Time (2021), filmfotografie / Black Hole (2010), Marco Poloni / Marche Céleste, Alexis Pichot

[hellboys]

COSTAS MANDYLOR as Marco Poloni in Just Desserts (2005)

[dislocatedwishbone]

Hole Theory

William Pope.L // @selkielore // Anne Carson // Jenny Holzer // Thomasin Frances ( @saintbronte ) // Jenny Holzer & Louise Bourgeois // Anne Carson // Marco Poloni // Midtown // Yohji Yamamoto

[whore4hotdilfs]

how i plan to write costas’ characters! :

(Adding as I think of anything else, requests for characters also welcome)

- Mark Hoffman :

* bit of a mixture of hard and soft, 80% hard

20% soft

* when hard dom, he has little to no remorse.

this could involve pushing your limits, lots of

edging and overstimulation. brutal thrusts/

pace, tying toys to you and leaving you in th

your bedroom until you behave.

* he’ll more often than not spit in your mouth

when you’re being far too bratty than liked.

* when he’s soft, he’s slower, he likes to live

in the moment.

* soft praises. things like “that’s my pretty

girl”

* he always focuses on aftercare after every

scene

- Marco Poloni :

* he’s mostly soft, i feel like you’d have to ask

him to incorporate a few harder kinks into

your sex life.

* usually soft, quick thrusts but he still loves

to live in the moment

* he loves eating you out, could do it for hours

if you let him (you obviously do)

- The Warden :

* he’s always hard, never soft dominant. I feel

like that would be obvious.

* no remorse whatsoever, little aftercare.

* degrades you a looot, he’ll often use slut

or whore. he’ll praise you, but he’ll disguise

it.

* sayings like, “what a messy little whore you

are for me” and calling you his personal

slut.

* he’s heavy on the overstimulation, he will

push you to your limit until you physically

cant take another orgasm. even then, he

only stops when he’s satisfied.

[cursed-and-haunted]

What's your opinion on the void and can you too hear it whisper sweet nothings into your ear?

My thoughts on the void, and to answer your question: yes but watch out

Definition of Void, The Void, Nothing, Karman MacKendrick, Tomas Tranströmer tr by Robert Bly, Marco Poloni, Margie Atwood, Peter Peri, C. Joybell C., Mark Rothko, NASA, Black Hole, The New York Times, Science.org, Richard Siken, Paris Paloma, Bianca Braswell, Franz Kafka, Sylvia Plath, Beric Dondarrion

[quagarl]

Fuck you Marco polo, stupid headass motherfucker. Why couldn't you be like Marcus Polonis, or Mark Polls, or something that doesn't go hard as fuck. Marco Polo is literally the coolest name ever and I wanna be able to say I was able to come up with it based on your name and be like "oh it's close to this famous explorer who had a stupid name" but no, you gotta have your moment of beach side fun and ruin it for all us desperately trying to come up with cool names.

[vilaoperaria]

Primeira Mulher Certificada pela Tesla no Brasil Patrícia Poloni Meneghetti, ex-aluna da Universidade Estadual do Oeste do Paraná (Unioeste), alcançou um marco significativo ao se tornar a primeira mulher no Brasil a ser certificada pela Tesla, uma das maiores empresas de tecnologia e energia do mundo. Formada em Engenharia Elétrica e mestre pelo Programa de Pós-Graduação em Engenharia Elétrica e Computação da Unioeste, Patrícia agora atua diretamente em projetos de instalação, manutenção e operação dos sistemas de armazenamento de energia desenvolvidos pela Tesla. A trajetória de Patrícia é inspiradora, especialmente para as mulheres que desejam ingressar e se destacar em áreas dominadas por homens, como a engenharia e a tecnologia. Sua jornada começou no ambiente acadêmico, onde seu interesse por microrredes de energia foi catalisado durante seu mestrado. Este foco específico na área de energias renováveis foi essencial para que Patrícia fosse notada pelo mercado de trabalho. Ainda no mestrado, Patrícia teve sua primeira experiência profissional no Centro Internacional de Energias Renováveis (Cibiogás), localizado no Itaipu Parquetec, em Foz do Iguaçu. Essa oportunidade abriu portas e levou ao convite da empresa Micropower Energy, especializada em sistemas de armazenamento de energia, para que ela integrasse sua equipe. Hoje, Patrícia lidera os projetos de microrredes de energia dessa empresa, que é a única no Brasil certificada pela Tesla para operar seus avançados sistemas de armazenamento. Para obter sua certificação, Patrícia participou de um treinamento intensivo de dez dias na Califórnia, no centro de treinamento da Tesla. Este treinamento foi uma etapa crucial, não apenas para sua qualificação, mas também para a consolidação de sua carreira em uma empresa que está na vanguarda da tecnologia de armazenamento de energia. Patrícia atribui grande parte de seu sucesso ao mestrado na Unioeste, que ela considera como a chave para as inúmeras oportunidades que se abriram em sua carreira. Ela incentiva outros estudantes e profissionais a buscarem cursos de pós-graduação, especialmente em áreas de grande potencial como a engenharia elétrica e as energias renováveis. Patrícia Poloni Meneghetti é um exemplo vivo de como dedicação, foco e educação de qualidade podem romper barreiras e abrir caminhos para realizações extraordinárias, mesmo em campos tradicionalmente dominados por homens. Sua conquista é um marco, não apenas para ela e para a Unioeste, mas para todas as mulheres que aspiram a fazer a diferença em áreas técnicas e científicas.

[twiceasmanymoons]

Marco Poloni Black Hole, from The Majorana Experiment, 2010

[rigg647]

how i feel watching the marco vs mrs poloni drama knowing theres only one mrs lacos (me) and i’ll never have to deal with all this

[hoffmans-hoffman]

Sleepy baby 💤

[pleoros]

Marco Poloni - Black Hole, from The Majorana Experiment, 2010

[hellboys]

I LOVE YOUR GIFS THEY GIVE ME LIFE ASEFKDSJKFSAJEAW <33 Side note: where can you watch foine boi marco poloni 😭 I can only find it on dailymotion in 380px help a girl out D:

omggg thank you so much!!! 🥺 here's a link to where you can download just desserts in 720px 🩷

[matchasprouts]

Confession

[ boring ass title but i already used all my creativity for this one-shot actually writing it wjhbfwjehbfejfbewj anyway it's the confession of love with Marco <3 ]

Lysander would never tell Mrs. Poloni this, especially not after she practically begged him to go to the competition to support Marco since they couldn’t, but he was really regretting doing as she asked.

When he agreed to it, he figured it would be fine. He would watch from the crowd and support Marco like any good friend should, and there wouldn’t be any problems.

And then he saw them together.

Marco and Grace worked so well as a team, moving in time with each other and hardly needing to even say what they were doing or planning in order to make the other understand.

It was fucking heartbreaking.

Anyone could see the chemistry between them, but Lysander especially could. He’d known Marco for eight years now, he knew what it was like when he started… liking someone. And every time, it hurt. It hurt so bad, but he was never going to do anything about it.

Like always, Lysander was going to sit there and smile, tell them how great they were together, pretend that his ribs didn’t feel like they were tighter and tighter with every passing second.

Eventually, he had to leave. He couldn’t sit there and watch anymore. So he retreated to his hotel room, locked the door, and allowed himself to quietly cry. It had been a while since he cried over his best friend, but it still felt just as wrong as before.

It felt selfish to love him so much. Lysander was his best friend, that should be more than enough for him but it wasn’t. He wanted so much more, so much more that he simply couldn’t have.

Sometimes he wondered if they’d both be better off if he just left. No more yearning, no more anything. He could go back to Georgia, pretend something went wrong in New York that he just couldn’t talk about. Yes, he’d be sacrificing the best friendship he’d ever had and the man he loved, but surely they’d both be happier.

Right?

His phone ringing broke him out of his thoughts, and he suddenly realized he had several missed calls from both Mrs. Poloni and Marco himself. How had he not heard the phone until now? Was he really that distracted?

It was Marco that was calling now, and the contact photo that he’d set for him made him feel sick. Marco had always been affectionate with him, and every time he’d press a kiss to his cheek or temple it always made his heart flutter. Usually, that’s what he felt when he saw the photo with that very action in it, but now it just made him want to cry harder.

He ignored the call, tossing his phone to the side and curling in on himself on the floor.

Was he aware that this would probably be distracting for Marco and therefore take away from his focus on the competition? Vaguely, but not enough to make him come to his senses and put on his usual smile and pretend he didn’t feel like he was drowning.

Honestly, he thought that was going to be the end of it until he heard knocking on the door, shocking him enough that he looked up fast enough to hit his head on the wall behind him.

“Shit-!” he hissed, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly stood up. “God- who is it?” he called out, leaning next to the door with the full intent of telling whoever it was to fuck off.

“It’s Marco.” Ah. Well, he’d feel bad if he told Marco to fuck off.

He immediately straightened up, flattening out his shirt and doing his best to tidy his hair enough that he looked presentable. Then he wiped down his face to get all the tears off, before putting on a small smile and opening the door.

“Hey, you did great out there today,” Lysander said as he sidestepped to let Marco into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Sorry for the mess, you know I draw when I get nervous, and stuff like this is pretty nerve wracking, even if I’m not particip-”

“Where did you go?” Marco cut him off, surprising him into silence. “When I looked out to the seating, you weren’t there anymore. Why’d you leave? Did something happen? Did my mom call?”

Oh god, he was genuinely so worried, Lysander hated it when he worried. “Hey, Marco, everything’s fine. I just… needed a break, you know? High stress situations and I don’t really mix,” he quickly explained, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls then?” God, why couldn’t he just take one excuse and leave it at that.

“I didn’t even know you were calling, I had my phone on silent while I was in there and just forgot to take it off. You know I get distracted easily.”

He could tell that his annoyance at coming up with another excuse was showing, because suddenly Marco’s expression changed from just concern to concern and confusion.

“What’s wrong?” Marco asked after a moment of silence, taking a step forward when Lysander turned away from him. “Come on, you can talk to me. What happened?”

“God, can you just leave it!?” Lysander finally snapped, immediately regretting it the second he turned around and saw the defensive stance Marco took. They’d never argued before- their tempers always worked with each other, not against each other.

Really, it could have been ended quickly, but neither of them ever back down.

And they’d never had to apologize to each other before.

“Seriously, Lysander? I’m just concerned about my friend! Is that such a crime?” Marco snapped back, the stress from the competition and whatever was going on with Lysander crashing down on him.

Lysander could see it, but he couldn’t just leave it. “Well, no! But I think I’ve made it abundantly clear that I don’t wanna talk about it! I don’t get why that’s such a big fucking deal! It’s not like you need more stress!!”

“And what, you think not knowing what’s going on isn’t going to stress me out? Are you fucking kidding me?? It’s like you don’t even know me!” See, the problem lied in knowing him too well.

Lysander groaned in response, running his hands through his hair as he turned away. “God damn it Lysander, why won’t you just tell me what the hell’s going on!? You’re my friend, I want to help!” Marco yelled, and that was the breaking point.

“Because the problem is that I love you!!!” Lysander yelled back, shaking as he spun back around to face Marco. “I love you, Marco! And I have been watching you fall in love with Grace since you met her! It hurts, knowing that I will never have you and knowing that it’s selfish of me to want more but I can’t help it because- because you changed everything, and I’ve never felt like this before..”

He slowly trailed off, feeling wetness on his cheeks all over again. He quickly brought a shaky hand up to his face, wiping the tears off before they got the chance to fall any further.

“Please leave,” Lysander finally spoke up. “I don’t- I can’t talk about this right now.”

“No,” Marco quickly fought back, taking another step forward and reaching for his friend’s hands. “No, Lysander, you- I- you love me? Not just as a friend, but- love?”

Well, he may as well get the rejection over with now. “Yes, Marco. I love you. I know I shouldn’t. I know you love Grace-”

“I don’t,” he cut him off, shutting him up through sheer shock. “I really don’t. She’s a coworker at best but you- god, Lysander, you’re my best friend.” Ah, the rejection was coming anyway. “I love you too.”

… Or not. “...... Seriously?” Lysander carefully asked, ignoring how his voice cracked and how uncertain he sounded. “Are you fucking serious, Marco?”

His only response was a nod, but that was all he needed. Lysander practically lunged forward, pulling Marco down into a kiss of pure desperation and longing and everything he’d ever felt for him for the past eight years.

Marco returned it without hesitation, his arms snaking around Lysander’s waist to pull him flush against his chest. Lysander responded in kind, tangling one hand in Marco’s hair (it was just as soft as he’d imagined) and placing the other on his jaw.

It wasn’t long before the kiss got sloppier, but they had to pull back to catch their breath soon after.

They stayed there in each other's arms, Marco looking down at him and Lysander looking up to return the gaze. “I know this changes everything but… but I don’t want it to be a bad change,” Lysander finally spoke up, quiet and timid.

“I don’t want that either,” Marco agreed, just as softly. He leaned down to press a kiss to Lysander’s forehead, humming as he did so. “I love you too much to lose you.”

“Then you won’t have to.” There was no way in hell Lysander was going to let him go now that he had him.

No, he was going to hold onto him.