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[TRAD ITA] 230313 STORIA INSTAGRAM DI J-HOPE:
“Vi è piaciuto guardare ‘Drive’?
In realtà sono tornato (a casa) non appena il mio programma (a lavoro) è terminato, quindi lo stavo guardando insieme a voi eheh
(Ri)Guardandolo, ho potuto veramente percepire il nervosismo, che provavo ai tempi, provenire da me.
L’energia sul set era davvero fantastica, ho veramente fatto del mio meglio, ma guardarlo adesso, ovviamente, mi dico che avrei potuto fare di meglio.
Grazie mille al team di @theseasons2023, che ha reso il me imperfetto sembrare così figo e a @moresojuplease hyung che, come c’era da aspettarsi, ha portato avanti il tutto in maniera così fantastica.
Grazie anche ai nostri ARMY e al grande pubblico per aver guardato.
Vi rivedrò presto su Weverse Live con una piccola chiaccherata conclusiva 🫡”
Traduzione a cura di Bangtan Italian Channel Subs (©Ele) | Trans ©BTS-Trans
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#leekrasner #theseasons 1957 (en Whitney Museum of American Art) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn44bOzpvpY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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21hs charlamos con #CarlosMellino
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The seasons. Dimenzion jazz: academia de danza #danza #jazz #baile #dancers #acrobatics #acrobacia #kids #teens #cuu #chihuahuamex #teatrodelosheroes #theseasons #lasestaciones (at Teatro de los Héroes) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfpCa_5uvpt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#danza#jazz#baile#dancers#acrobatics#acrobacia#kids#teens#cuu#chihuahuamex#teatrodelosheroes#theseasons#lasestaciones
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Some headcannons for my current roadtrip fic
The two best drivers are Apollo and Dionysus, but no one knows Dionysus can drive because he refuses to get a licence
Dionysus also tends to drive like a freak. Like, he will ignore all signs and road restrictions. "The road is empty why would I drive at 50???" And then he bumbs it onto a 100.
Apollo is the opposite. He follows all the rules. All. Of. Them. Dionysus makes fun of him for it.
Two worst drivers are Hermes and Artemis.
Athena refuses to use Google maps because regular maps are better... She can't read regular maps.
Hermes uses a gps behind her back
Ariadne has a roadtrip vibes playlist and it's genuinely a calming playlist
Artemis has a bunch of song memorised from her time with her Huntresses
Artemis and Dionysus argue a lot. All the time.
Dionysus has alcohol for every occasion
Apollo gets tired at some point and Dionysus makes him pull over and hand over the steering wheel
Apollo while terrified at the prospect doesn't argue too much
Dionysus is a better driver than anyone expects. It's actually insane. They're all very very shocked.
Apollo ends up falling asleep and Dionysus keeps taking glances at him and smiling.
They stop at a motel because their car broke down and it lead to too much choas
Dionysus, Apollo and Hermes share a room and Dionysus and Apollo have to share a bed
It goes about as well as expected
Apollo, Artemis and Hermes steal from a convenience store
Athena reprimands them
Athena, also, has all the snack
Hermes, Artemis and Ariadne end up at a gay club while Dionysus and Apollo are lost in the woods
#headcanon#for my fic#some of these will make it in#others will not#the rising son#the season#trs apollo#trs#trs dionysus#trs athena#trs artemis#trs hermes#trs ariadne#greek mythos#greek myths#theseason#apollo#dionysus#ariadne#artemis#athena#hermes#ao3#writing#writblr
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29 August 1800
The pedestal at the rose garden luncheon
While the garden is usually full of benches, perhaps a small stand for a musician, today it has been transformed to a dining room befitting a queen. Specifically, this queen.
Charlotte adjourned the luncheon a few minutes before the rest, leading her trailing court away from the trays of petit-fours and to a room dazzled in soft petal pink and rich blue. She returns, now, and is seated upon a low pedestal at the southern end of the rose garden.
The courtiers behind her are flush with chatter, whispers and secrets spreading like brushfire. Every so often, one bends to entice Queen Charlotte in their merriment, and she laughed. It is at that moment that a name is announced, and a couple steps forward.
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Greenwich park #London #UK #sammifang #theseason https://www.instagram.com/p/ClbROLThiD5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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@lordedmund
Ernest was dreading the end of the season. He wasn’t eager to return home, although it would be nice to see his cousin it still meant he wouldn’t get to see many of the friends he had made, too. Particularly, it meant he wouldn’t see much of Edmund. He grew used to spending so much time with him, seeking him out as often as was reasonable, never feeling that he was becoming a nuisance. He didn’t want to go home and trade all of that in for writing letters.
And yet he already wrote Teddy a letter. He battled with himself over not saying any of it in person but the idea terrified him. It may not have been as romantic but . . . Well, Edmund was the one good at that, as far as Ernest was concerned. The heart of an artist instead of the heart of a coward.
The note had gone through multiple rewritings before he decided he couldn’t improve upon it. It read:
Dearest Teddy,
I hope you will forgive me for approaching this question in a letter, the alternative seems to me quite impossible. I cannot remember the poem it is from but Villon (I believe in his exile) once wrote, translated “I am dying of thirst beside a fountain” & soon, I do not think I will be by the fountain. So this must be written.
I am a viscount & future earl, you will be a viscount, & neither of us by my understanding are in need of money but even if we were, surely, our union would still be suitable to the other. Without regard to money, titles, or property, I have come to understand that my feelings for you surpass the limit of what I imagine most feel towards temporary lovers. What I mean to say is that given my passion for you, a union between us seems to not only be smart but promising of a bright future. I do not wish to die of thirst beside the fountain anymore but even less so to perish away from it. Away from you, my own one.
I will be returning to Salisbury in a fortnight but am more than willing & indeed find it preferable to instead go with you to Scotland. I do not wish to wait nor to put our fate in the hands of anyone else.
With love,
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Rather than do as planned, have the letter mailed off, Ernest found himself with a burst of unexpected courage. He thought it over too many times, would Edmund say no because he sent it off so coldly? Would it seem like an afterthought? And didn’t he want to see his face if he said yes? The possibility of him saying no weighed heavily, too but . . . Edmund, as much of a rake as Ernest knew him to be in the past, always seemed like a romantic to him. A letter proposal was unacceptable to be sent away like that to someone like Edmund.
But he couldn’t say the words, either. He knew they would die in his throat, that Edmund would smile or kiss him or look at him like he was art and that he would find it impossible to say anything worth the air he used for it. He pocketed the letter and went to Edmund’s so that he could call on him, sending the butler off to notify Edmund of his presence. As he waited, he twisted the sealed letter between his hands, just barely gentle enough that it did not tear.
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Queen’s Luncheon // Peter
Peter is sporting his uncle’s finest promenading suit as to appease his Grandmama. Attached to his hip will be his late father’s antique pocket watch. Peter will be escorting a Miss Sarah St. John to the luncheon, and has high hopes that his suit will pair nicely with anything she wears, because she makes any outfit look elegant.
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her majesty’s luncheon || lord & lady halifax
coordinating garments made over in muted royal blue silk || lace trimming, edged with metallic gold thread || simple gold wedding bands (plus a topaz wedding ring for Frances)
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[TRAD ITA] 230313 STORIA INSTAGRAM DI J-HOPE:
“💗💗”
Traduzione a cura di Bangtan Italian Channel Subs (©Ele)
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Open starter || Open to all!
LOCATION || Tailor’s shop
It seemed that as the wedding drew close, Richard found that the days grew longer and shorter all at once. How odd it was but his excitement never waned. In fact, the anticipation of the event made it grow possibly ten fold but then so did the nerves. Even as he was being fitted for his wedding suit, Richard could not help but think of his last wedding. It was rushed, there was a special license procured and his father’s blessing reluctantly given but this was different. Now, Richard was an earl and the woman he was marrying was the daughter of a duke, to be a duchess in her own right without Richard as her duke. Titles were never a concern for Richard and this suited him well. He wanted a partner, an equal in all matters.
Richard was lost in his own thoughts as the tailor moved him about when someone else walked into the shop. Richard offered them a welcoming smile as he looked at them through the mirror. “Tell me, am I looking husbandly yet or is more work required?” Richard could not fault the tailor’s work so far but he wanted everything to be perfect. Perfection was harder to obtain than most things but it was what Margaret had deserved, if for nothing else but for putting up with all of Richard’s scandals.
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her majesty’s luncheon || hrh princess amelia augusta
dusty orange floral embroidered gown || carved coral cameo tiara || necklace set with diamonds, ruby, emerald, amethyst, pearls and pink tourmaline || moonstone pearl earrings with pearl and coral beading || chantilly green silk parasol, embossed with a floral scalloped edge
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⸻ louisa . inspired sisters luncheon . outfit
coral-pink dress of damask silk with ribbon-tied cuffs** . bonnet of slate blue silk trimmed with peach peonies and primroses . pearl eardrops & matching necklace . lace-trimmed painted ivory fan with rose ribbon
**the sleeves are long despite the weather for modesty’s sake, and not, of course, to hide the still-healing injury from that awful encounter with the dog in Hyde Park, or any other consequence as a result of the latest Whistledown.
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Because of Ara George's depiction of Apollo (Apollo Olympic, my beloved, my babygirl, my one and only), I sometimes genuinely forget that the actual Apollo was the god of knowledge. This man is meant to be super fucking smart.
Damn. That's tragic for me, ngl lads.
#i will die for Apollo Olympic#but i'll probably kill the mythos Apollo if i could#the season#the rising son#trs#trs apollo#greek mythos#apollo#theseason#greek mythology
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the queen’s luncheon && outfit
Lord Edmund Berkeley will attend the luncheon with his youngest sister, Lady Philippa Daubeny, Countess of Birdgewater.
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