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In 1995, builders were clearing the site for the construction of 30 St Mary Axe – these days better known as the Gherkin. An archaeological investigation unearthed the grave of a teenage girl, estimated to be between 13 and 17 years old. Carbon dating and pottery finds dated her death to between 350 and 400 C.E.. Whether she was Roman, Briton, or from elsewhere in the Empire is unknown.
Whilst construction of the skyscraper continued, the girl’s remains were removed to the Museum of London. When the Gherkin was finished in 2004, the developers requested that the girl be reburied at the site. In 2007, she was given a service at a nearby church, followed by a procession accompanied by an approximation of Roman music, and laid to rest (again).
Her new grave can be seen (somewhat appropriately) on Bury Street; the marble benches that are often occupied by bankers on lunch (or at after-work drinks) bear a small memorial. The inscription reads, in both English and Latin: “To the spirits of the dead, the unknown young girl from Roman London lies buried here.”
navy engineer man gave me his hoodie with his fucking ship name embroidered on it under the royal navy crest and a bottle of his aftershave to go with. i also may be pregnant with one of his kids but we won’t know till march 😀 LMAO I CANT BE KEEPING UP I HAVE UNIVERSITY AND WHATELSE
I realize I've been MIA for a moment or ten. I've been out of commission, much to my own dismay, if not to yours. I hope that you'll accept this rambling recollection of the past as an apology.
I guess I'm like that friend who falls of the map and then turns up again as if no time has passed, picking up right were you left off. Jeez, I really am a bit like ol' Mumrik aren't I? I see it now.
Sir Thomas Gresham’s will provided for the founding of Gresham College – the location of free public lectures (and which has previously featured on this blog). Gresham made the money that facilitated this through his career as a merchant and financier, serving Edward VI, Mary I and Elizabeth I. However, it was perhaps a clever bit of investing that gave him his biggest income, which was his proposal to build the Royal Exchange at his own expense, in return for a share of the profits from the rental incomes of the shops that would be situated there.
Gresham’s original Royal Exchange opened in 1571, but was then burnt down in the Great Fire of 1666; its successor fared just as well, burning down in 1838. One feature survived both blazes: the weathervane of a golden grasshopper – Gresham’s crest. Another golden grasshopper can be seen a short walk away in Lombard Street, the site of Gresham’s former headquarters.
Why was the grasshopper Gresham’s symbol? A story was told that his ancestor, Roger de Gresham, was abandoned in a field of tall grass as a baby. The noise of a grasshopper attracted a woman to the spot, and she rescued the child. The more likely explanation, however, is that the grasshopper is simply a play on the similarity between the sounds of “grass” and “gres”.
watching buzzcut!simon (is that a thing now) shaving in that wifebeater oh lord...and of course he knows you're just staring at him and admiring him...his arms and shoulders...and he'd totally give you a little wink and he would smell so good...and maybe he teaches you how to use the razor as well and pretends that you nicked him so you can hold his cute face and give him a little kiss...i need to be put down 🧍🏽♀️🧍🏽♀️🧍🏽♀️ just...domestic buzzcut simon...and if it ends up with being bent over the sink or something...🤭
was high and horny when i wrote this plz bare with me 😭😭😭😭 mdni
His brown eyes look up at you from between your legs, freshly shaven skin bumps your inner thighs.The scent of his aftershave fills the air, a mix of pine and musk that makes your head swim. Earlier Simon was trying to teach you how to use a straight razor but you were far too distracted by the intensity in his gaze. Now, you lay with his mouth on your wet heat, your hands in his freshly cut hair. Your hips bucked against him, his mouth makes soft wet sounds as he sucks and licks at your clit, the only other sound in the room is your own moans and sighs of pleasure. “Oh my god, Simon” , sucking on your clit, he entered two fingers inside you, pushing deep into you, your body trembled with pleasure. you reached down to push his forehead back as he continued to drive you higher and higher. you start to pant heavily, your cunt pulsating around his fingers, your orgasms tiptoeing closer, the room spinning with sensation. You shudder and gasp, your breaths uneven, even more sensitive than before, you reach for your tits and grope them harshly trying to bring your self even closer to the edge, "Oh, fuck!" you cried out, your body arching back as an immense rush of pleasure coursed through you. Long sighs leave your body as your boyfriend kitten licks and softly kisses your now swollen bud.
With a smile, he stood up, and plopped himself beside you on the bed.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. you reach out and stroke his clean shaven jaw, "This is why I only use a straight razor for my face,” he says, his voice low and deep. “You look so handsome,” you breathe, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips, tasting yourself on his lips, the sweetness of your arousal still lingering and the scent of his after shave still lingering around.
Went to the newly-named Sacred Grove in Swedish and it's called "Heliga dungen". Come on... that was the best you could do? I'll give you a list of words you could've used instead
i think it's so funny how hytham was just standing in the rain during all that dag v eivor drama like i know he was thinking "damn all these yt ppl smelling like coins rn.."