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knotdispenser · 6 months
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for @cxncordiaBeltane Starter (Antonio & Lorenzo)
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Lorenzo had walked around the bonfire, scoping out a few fae and others to celebrate Beltane with. It was rare for the fae to take part in celebrations such as these, being far too interested in the mortal world to do so. However, being away from the faerie realms for this long made Lorenzo homesick. It's been a while since his last Beltane celebration and while cautiously moving throughout the crowd around the bonfire, Lorenzo found a man that confused him. He didn't seem like normal fae nor a normal human. The autumn court faerie walks over to him, curiously.
"Happy Beltane! I don't think I've seen you here before, friend. They call me, Lorenzo. What is your name?" He asks with a welcoming smile, hoping to get to know the stranger better.
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arcanespillo · 10 days
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Diabolik - Who Are You? (2023) ‘Diabolik chi sei?’ Directed by A. Manetti, M. Manetti
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Lorenzo Valles (Spanish, 1831-1910) Paulina Borghese in Antonio Canova's studio, n.d.
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cuties-in-codices · 11 months
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an awkward situation
in marco antonio ceresa's "somnium delphili", italy, ca. 1513. illuminated by lorenzo leonbruno
source: Milan, Biblioteca Ambrosiana, C 20 inf. (S.P.5bis), fol. 16r
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carolinahope · 10 months
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The Best of 2021 - 10 male characters (6/10)
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affogonellamarmellata · 2 months
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reiterazione (shakerando + italodisco)
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beyourselfchulanmaria · 10 months
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Tracks:
1 The Girl From Ipanema 00:00
2 Fly Me To The Moon 05:25
3 Non-Stop To Brazil 07:44
4 Only Trust Your Heart 10:12
5 It Might As Well Be Spring 14:30
6 My Foolish Heart 18:45
7 Misty Roses 21:32
8 Tu Me Delirio 24:11
9 Corcovado (Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars) 27:53
10 Manha de Carnival 32:10
11 If You Went Away 34:08
12 Here's That Rainy Day 37:30
13 I Will Wait For You 40:17
14 Who Can I Turn To? 45:01
15 Once Upon A Summertime 47:11
16 The Shadow Of Your Smile 50:18
🎨 Lorenzo Mattotti (Italian, b. 1954)
Rituali Intimi, 2021.
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box-of-sims · 1 year
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Building blocks ❤️
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formula1squids · 1 year
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obsessed with charles bringing andrea and joris on his date. he really said we’re a package.
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anyavaramyr · 11 months
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Love is blind
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Antonio x Bassanio oneshot(by a very frustrated literature student who is v v tired)
A/n:- I don't know if you've noticed but I have no idea how to actually post a fic on tumblr, but I tried.@vaguely-tricksy here you go!
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Antonio did not know why he was sad
That ache he felt in his chest sometimes was now a feeling that he had grown accustomed to, that deep longing for something he couldn't name but desperately longed for. But it was never physical this pain, it emanated from somewhere deep inside of him, a part of his heart telling him something in a language he did not understand.
When Salanio first implied that he might be in love, Antonio had scoffed. Love, he'd thought assuredly, was not something that was not meant for him. As a young child Antonio had dreamed of it of course, as any child does. Finding a beautiful wife that he loved and settling down in a quaint little house near the Grand Canal, just him, her and a little mini them that he would love with all his heart. But then his father died and the responsibility of looking after the family fell to him. He'd toiled and struggled to provide stability for his family, worked hard to get to the place he is now. But even after he had become one of the most esteemed merchants of Venice, Antonio did not contemplate love. He had his trading business to look after, a family would be too much affort at this age. Besides who even needed love when he had money and friendships that he would sacrifice anything for.
Now, standing in Belmont in Portia's majestic palace, Antonio looks around at his lovelorn friends and their lovely spouses and smiles warmly. Just because he didn't believe in love for himself, didn't mean he doesn't believe in love at all. He watches the happy couples around him; Jessica and Lorenzo, jubilant after finally being able to be together without hindrance from Shylock, Gratiano and Nerissa, the latter of which helped the Venician control his wayward tongue and rude comments and lastly at Portia and Bassanio, where he lets his eyes linger
Bassanio looked....happy. Truly, wonderfully happy with the woman he loved, and his heart grew warm at how merry he looked. The merchant had always loved it when Bassanio looked like that; his green eyes alight with joy, carefree and with a smile that could rival the sun with how bright it was. He would do anything to keep that expression on his dearest friend's face. But then he felt the ache in his chest creep up again, wrapping its tendrils around him at the way Bassanio looked at Portia like she was his whole world. It was always him, Antonio remembered, that made Bassanio smile like that. And then suddenly, all at once, something in him clicked.
Antonio knew Bassanio would not be able to repay the loans he gave him, he knew that Bassanio was reckless with his money and liked to live more lavishly than he could afford to and he knew that if he continued to give him loans he would eventually run into some trouble. But he still did. Because it was Bassanio and Antonio would find a way to steal the moon from the night sky, uncaring of it's consequences, if he desperately wanted it. He would give him anything he wanted, even if it meant accepting a grant from his greatest rival.
When the news of his imminent execution reached Antonio, he did not think of writing to one of the many lawyers he knew; he did not bother calling his friends in high society or begging Shylock to show him mercy. No, instead he wrote to Bassanio to come home to Venice. Because if he was going to die, he wished to do so after seeing his closest companion one last time. He wished to leave this world, knowing Bassanio would be alright and he wished to take the memories of those last moments with him when he finally departed from this world.
Antonio could feel his breathing quicken as realization rushed through him, as he figured out why all his life he'd always strived towards his best friend's well being. He felt his pulse thrum and his heart pound in his ears as he finally came to an understanding as to why that perfect picture of a family he'd had in his childhood didn't suit his fancy anymore. Because now when he thought of happiness he didn't think of an unnamed beautiful woman who would smile up at him with love in her eyes. Now he thought of Bassanio.
The heart of the famed merchant of Venice could not belong to any woman, for it had already been stolen by the man Antonio called his soulmate.
Antonio now knew why he was so sad, and he was starting to wish he really didn't.
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I fr need help if this is what I've been doing in my past time. Which I have so. Pls suggest a therapist. Also took some creative liberties with Antonio's past(forgive me Shakespeare).
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mayolfederico · 2 years
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Eugeni d'Ors ~ La valle di Josafat - I. Figure d'artista
Eugeni d’Ors ~ La valle di Josafat – I. Figure d’artista
  Leonardo da Vinci, Vergine delle rocce, 1486 ca., Museo del Louvre, Parigi   L’uomo non è che un giunco, il più debole della natura; ma è un giunco che pensa. Bastano un poco di vapore, una goccia d’acqua a dargli morte. Ma quand’anche l’universo lo schiacciasse, l’uomo sarebbe più nobile perché sa che è più forte di chi lo uccide; e l’universo ignora il vantaggio che ha su di lui   Eugeni…
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waru-chan8 · 2 years
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Jorge is the copy of his mother 🤣
This has been lying in my inbox for so long that feels kind of weird to answer this now 😬, but here we go.
Yeah, Jorge, does look alike to his mom. Just imagine the chaos it would be, Jorge with his dad's attitude and looking like him. Not pleasant at all.
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Anyway, María have something in common with Jorge, both like Dani too much. That moment when María is there with the couple was supreme. She was wanting photos of the couple, but wanting to be there too. I love it.
And talking about resemblances… Dani and his dad are just a carbon copy
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nofatclips · 2 years
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Litoranea by Elisa featuring Matilda De Angelis - Regia: Younuts! (Antonio Usbergo & Niccolò Celaia)
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COLAPESCEDIMARTINO a Sanremo 2023 - Tra palco e realtà
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breitzbachbea · 2 years
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Sooo... I had Corsair AU thoughts. Which I can only make properly work after a shitton of research regarding Irish Piracy and the Spanish Fleet in the Mediterrenean and also some research about connections between these groups.
But here's the gist of it:
The Irish are staying at Michele's inn in Sicily while they're there. Which is also where Sadık is staying together with Herakles for the time being, to treat an injury he incurred. Perhaps even Dilan is around, if she isn't on the ship. (Also, perhaps - - No, Bea, focus.) For more info, see this post.
Antonio, a captain of the Spanish Fleet, is currently in Sicily and wanted to take the opportunity to talk with the Irish, since they're allies. The Irish however, not in the mood for pomp and circumstances, tell him cockily to come meet them where THEY'RE at. There's a good chance they don't even expect him to show up.
He does show up, however, together with his little posse. In plainer clothes not to draw attention, but chipper as always.
Michele is the opposite of chipper. He cares, above all, about not turning his inn into a battlefield and himself & the twins into prisoners. Now, I am not sure if this was intentional on the Irish' part to get back at Sadık, who gave them hell out at sea, or simple recklessness. The following conversation would work as much with snitching as it would with gossip that got to the Spaniards by locals.
Michele to Harry: "If you thought ratting out the Corsair and cause a ruckus in _my_ inn, I will never even do so much as _look_ into your general direction!"
Marco, with an equally irritated look at Charlie: "Same goes for you."
Salomé, one of Tonio's right hands: "Ah, great, that then leaves us with two people who don't think with their dick and can't be threatened with it."
Antonio: "Now, everyone stay calm. It'd be a shame if we had to get the viceroy involved, because somebody is sheltering an Ottoman good-for-nothing pirate, wouldn't it be?"
Michele: "Ahaha, well, Signor..."
The twins share a look and want to sneak off, to warn the two upstairs, but Tonio's other right hand notices as well.
Diego: "And where do you two think you're doing?"
Marco: "What?"
Lorenzo: "Is moving about in our own house not allowed anymore with you Spanish -"
Michele: "Boys, tone."
Both: "What do you want from us, anyways?"
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gaysessuale · 1 year
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Allora sto dicembre è iniziato con una festa privata insieme ai Pinguini Tattici Nucleari che sicuramente è stata qualcosa (l'open bar mi ha distrutto il fegato ma va bene lo stesso) e mo' deve continuare ancora meglio con la canzone dei miei due padri, cerco le cuffie e ora ci si mette ad ascoltarla
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