and i found the italy one


Fido probably began life sometime in the autumn of 1941 as an independent street dog in Luco di Mugello, a small town in the municipality of Borgo San Lorenzo, in the Tuscan Province of Florence, Italy.

One night in November 1941, a brick kiln worker in Borgo San Lorenzo named Carlo Soriani, on his way home from the bus stop, found the dog lying injured in a roadside ditch. Not knowing who the dog belonged to, Soriani took him home and nursed him back to health. Soriani and his wife decided to adopt the dog, naming him Fido (“faithful”, from Latin fidus).

After Fido recovered, he followed Soriani to the bus stop in the central square of Luco di Mugello and watched him board the bus for his job. When the bus returned in the evening, Fido found and greeted Soriani with obvious great joy and followed him home again. This pattern repeated every workday for two years: Fido would stay in the square, avoiding all others, waiting and sniffing the air until excitedly greeting Soriani and enthusiastically following him home.

This was during the Second World War, and on December 30, 1943, Borgo San Lorenzo was subjected to a violent allied bombardment: many factories were hit, and many workers, including Soriani, perished. That evening, Fido showed up as usual at the bus stop, but did not see his beloved master disembark. Fido later returned home, but for fourteen years thereafter (more than 5,000 times)[2] until the day of his death, he went daily to the stop, watching and sniffing the air, waiting in vain for Soriani to get off the bus.

Media interest in Fido grew during his lifetime. Italian magazines Gente and Grand Hotel published the story of the dog, which also appeared in several newsreels of the Istituto Luce.[3][4][5] Many readers were struck by the extraordinary faithfulness of Fido, including the mayor of Borgo San Lorenzo, who, on November 9, 1957, awarded him a gold medal in the presence of many citizens including Soriani’s moved widow. Time magazine wrote an article about Fido in April 1957.

Fido died still waiting for his master on June 9, 1958. The news of his death was announced to the public by the newspaper on a four-column front-page story in La Nazione.[6] On 22 June, La Domenica del Corriere commemorated Fido with a poignant cover story. The cover painting by Walter Molino shows Fido dying on the roadside, with the bus waiting in the background. Fido was buried outside the cemetery of Luco di Mugello beside his master, Carlo Soriani.


Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.

“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.

“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.

Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.

Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”

She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”

“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.

The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”

“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.

They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.

Three weeks later

She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”

She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”

He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”

“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”

She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”

She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.

Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.

She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was. 

Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.

She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.

She didn’t really get the hype. 

Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her. 

Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.

But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.

But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.

She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.

It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.

There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.

Not sexy at all.

And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.

He blinked twice.

She looked down at the parcel and up at him.

“Um… hi!”

“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.

He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.

“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”

She shook his hand, saying her name.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.

“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.

He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.

He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.

Too handsome for his own good.

She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”

He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”

She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.

“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.

“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”

He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.

“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.

She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”

She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”

He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”

He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”

“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.

Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.

She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.

Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.

Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.

Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.

He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.

Or he could ask her.

He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.

And nice pillows.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.

The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.

He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.

Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.

There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.

He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.

He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.

He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.

His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.

She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”

She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.

“Sure! I got you.”

She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.

She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.

“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”

He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”

And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.

She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.

She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.

That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.

Maybe he isn’t home.

She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.


Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.

“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.

“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.

He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular. 

She swallows thickly, looking down.

He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”

“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.

He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”

He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.

“Shawn? Who is that?”

A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.

And now she knows where his shirt is.

On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.

Silicone probably.

“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.

“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”

Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.

“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate -  at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.

As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.

“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.

He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.

His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.

The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.

“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”

He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.

“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut. 

“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.

He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.

“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.

He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.

She opens the door with an annoyed huff.

“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.

He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.

“No! Wait!”

She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.

“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”

“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.

“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.

“I don’t care, Shawn”

“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”


“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.

“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”

She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.

He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little. 

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

She tilts her chin up a bit.

“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”

She sounds distant and he sighs.

“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He wants, wants, wants her.

“Really?” she says, barely audible.

She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.

He nods. Eyes dark.

“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”

She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”

His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.

It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.


“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”

“Just coffee,” he grins.

And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come. 

confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)

Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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J2 PittCon 2017 Main Panel
  • J2 came running through the crowd from the back of the room. 
  • Jared: Welcome to our wonderful dysfunctional family. 
  • Jensen was yelling for Jim Beaver (also at the convention) to come back when he was in the glass walkway above the panel room.
  • Jensen teasing Jared: Hearing goes at 35…
  • Jared apologizes for back problems in ops. Jensen: What’d you do? Jared: I think I turned 35 and everything stopped working. 
  • Jared: Are you done yammering, Mr. Ackles? Jensen: Never :P
  • Jensen thanks everyone for being here opening day of football season since Pittsburgh is the most sports city on the planet apparently lol. 
  • Someone yelled that they love Jensen and Jared said, “I love him, too,” so another fan yelled that they loved Jared and he said, “I know” lol.
  • Danneel wanted to FaceTime Jensen during photo ops because Arrow was saying “Dada.”
  • Jensen’s favorite ep to film was Baby. Jared mentioned The French Mistake, Changing Channels, Hollywood Babylon.
  • In Hollywood Babylon, they got bigger trailers for the actors in the ep and J2 were like, “We’ll take them.”
  • Working with kids on set depends on the parents. 
  • Jared says that sometimes kids would rather Game Boy…Jensen: Game Boy??? 
  • Working with kids is logistically challenging because they can only shoot so many hours. Jared says it’s tough when kids don’t seem into it but have pushy parents, but it’s great when the kids love acting. Jensen says it’s nice to have innocent energy on set. Child actors don’t overthink characters like adults do.
  • J2 talking at the same time :P
  • Jensen says watching father-child relationships on television affects him more now that he’s a father. 
  • Fan: When is the s13 promo coming? J2: I imagine pretty soon. Maybe this week or next week. They’re not sure, though. 
  • Jensen: We’ve lived these characters, and have people to remind us of our real life. Each other, our wives… 
  • Jensen jokes that he hasn’t read a script since s3. Jared: He gets a flip book version. Jensen: Really trying to get popup. 
  • Boys cracking each other up :)
  • Jensen: The Winchesters don’t live in a world with superheroes. They live in a world with real heroes. 
  • Fan: Would you guys do an Arrow crossover? Jensen: Oh, sure. Let Misha go over there. 
  • Jensen just called Stephen Amell a “crossover slut” and that he needs to “lock it up” on the Arrow crossovers lol.
  • Except each other, Jared liked working with Gabriel/Richard and Ruby/Gen. Jared said it was a lot of fun to have Richard around because such crazy things happen on set with Gabriel.
  • Jensen liked working with Briana. She helps stretch his comedic muscles.
  • Jensen just said posse magnet and Jared said: “You’re confusing reality with porn again” :P
  • Favorite lines? Jared: Low sodium freaks.
  • Reaction when they found out so many characters were killed in the finale? Jared: I don’t like it, but it makes great TV. 
  • Jensen’s reaction was the same as when he reads a scene when he dies: “Meh. I’ll come back.”
  • If you could travel anywhere in the world where would you go? Jared: Vancouver and Austin because that’s where my family is. Jensen: *pretends to snore* 
  • Jared would travel to Florence, Italy. Jensen would travel to one of the Scandinavian countries. Would also love to go back to Japan. 
  • Every time the room starts to vibrate (like from helicopters flying by) Jensen looks for Transformers lol. 
  • There were a lot of things behind the scenes during the end of season 11 that made things complicated with the last three eps. 
  • They don’t usually shoot stuff they can’t use in an episode. Jensen says they’ve gotten it down to a science. Things are rarely on the cutting room floor. 
  • There is enough gag reel footage for a 30 min. gag reel just from the first 2-3 episodes. They want the gag reels to be longer, but they don’t budget for it.
  • Jared: I’d watch a season of gag reels. Everyone: Us, too!
  • Fan asks a tech question and mentions Jensen may have more perspective because he directs. Jensen: I usually do hehehe. 
  • Jared: I haven’t seen Magic Mike. Jensen: All the way through. 
  • Jensen watches The Change-Up a lot. Jared sings along to Alvin and the Chipmunks when he puts it on for his kids and watches it even after his kids will go take a nap. 
  • Jared’s favorite big bad character is Lucifer. Jensen agrees, then gives honorable mentions to Azazel and Alastair. 
  • One of Jensen’s favorite scenes in s11 was when he was talking with Chuck. 
  • J2 are open-mouthed about a fan’s amazing binge-watch of Supernatural. 
  • Jared’s favorite dramatic TV show to binge is Breaking Bad. J2 both like BB. 
  • Jared is fangirling over Jensen’s Eric Brady character :P
  • Jensen’s favorite show to binge is Arrested Development. 
  • After mentioning a few shows they enjoy, Jensen says, “But that’s enough advertising for other TV shows.”
  • J2 haven’t pranked each other in a long time. It got too dangerous. They usually work together when doings pranks on other people. 
  • Jared is waving his foot over Jensen’s crotch lol. 
  • Their usual prank target is Misha. Recently made him mess up and when the director was like, “Misha, what’s up?” J2 were like: “Yeah, Misha!” 
  • Jensen hit Jared in the balls when Jared was hugging Misha during filming on Friday. Jensen says that Jared then said, “I hope that was you, Misha.” Jared: I was trying to break him! Jensen says that Jared was squatting a little in front of him during the hug so he just brought his foot up a little… lol
  • Jensen: “I already worked with the actor I wanted to work with.” Jared: Aww!! Jared then hugs Jensen. Then Jensen says, “Actually, my Dad…” lol.
  • Jared would have loved to work with Robin Williams <3
  • J2 fist bump at the end of the panel :)

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“I never crawled out of a cave that fast!”

Our colleague Sophie Verheyden is a fanatic speleologist. Quite an advantage when you are a geologist studying speleothems, like stalagmites and stalactites. One of her major discoveries was last year, when she could date stalagmite constructions (containing traces of fire) far into the cave of Bruniquel (Southwestern France) as being 176,500 years old. That indicated that early Neanderthals, well before Homo sapiens, knew how to use fire to circulate in enclosed spaces far from daylight. Just watch this cool documentary.

First footprints  

“Speleology is so fascinating”, Sophie says. She remembers exploring a cave in Italy. “We had to dive through a siphon, a section that is flooded to the ceiling, and climb a 50 meter high waterfall, before we could explore a dozen side galleries. I was walking through the very fine, untouched sand… Looking back, I saw my own footprints, and realized I was the first EVER in that place. You feel mighty and humble at the same time. In one of the other galleries, closer to the river, we discovered a bear ‘nest’, not far from the skulls and bones that had already been found in the main gallery. So, there must have been an entrance nearby, but until now we haven’t found it.”


Speleology is not without danger. “In Mexico I was measuring a cave with an underground river. After a rainstorm the water had risen 50 meters: the calm lake on the cave bottom had turned into a wild underground river. After a week, we could re-enter the cave, but we were still wary of the roaring waters. We constantly listened to the sound of the river. Suddenly, the noise was getting  louder, the water was rising! I never crawled out of a cave that fast!”

(Pictures: First two by Saskia Vanderstichelen/VUB in the Grottes de Han, Belgium. The third by Michel Soulier/SSAC during the exploration of the Bruniquel cave, France)


Allow me to introduce you to Robert Underwood Johnson (1853-1937). For the longest time, I only knew him as that one weirdly close friend of Nikola Tesla (himself a popular crush, it would seem). As I begin to research Robert further, I realized what a remarkable person he was in his own right.

Robert was the editor of the CENTURY magazine, which no longer exists, but in its time it published material by renowned writers and thinkers, including Tesla’s controversial article, THE PROBLEM OF INCREASING HUMAN ENERGY. Through his work with the magazine, Robert came to know anybody who was anybody in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. One article I read referred to him as a “genius whisperer.” That’s not far from the truth.

Robert is best remembered today because of his friendship with Tesla. Tesla was a notoriously asocial man who had very few close friends. Robert, and his wife Katharine, were the exceptions. Robert and Tesla shared a love of poetry, and Tesla nicknamed Robert “Luka Filipov” after a hero from a Serbian epic. The two men would remain close for the rest of Robert’s life, with Robert referring to Tesla as his best friend on several occasions.

(There’s all kinds of talk that Tesla may have been in love with Katharine Johnson, or vice versa, and while I think there is some merit to that theory, it’s not entirely pertinent to this post. Though I can’t help but wonder if Robert knew, and how he felt about it… But I digress.)

In 1920, President Wilson appointed Robert ambassador to Italy, a post he held until the summer of 1921. Robert was a lifelong Italophile who had been given awards by the Italian government for his work supporting international copyright laws.

I should dedicate some space to what Robert would most want to be remembered for: his poetry. While not necessarily a great poet, he did publish several books, and it’s hard to deny his passion and enthusiasm. He even wrote a poem titled IN TESLA’S LABORATORY, dedicated to his friend. He favored formal styles of poetry, often speaking out against what he saw as the encroachment of modernism on classical forms of expression (for example, he did not care for the work of either T.S. Eliot or Walt Whitman). While I do not necessarily agree with this, it does show that Robert was a strong minded individual who was completely dedicated to the causes he chose to support.

As previously mentioned, Robert was a friend of a great many famous and talented people. He records his reminiscences in his memoir, REMEMBERED YESTERDAYS, a warm and engaging look back on a fascinating life.

Some other neat things:
- His famous friends, apart from Tesla, included Mark Twain, John Muir, and Rudyard Kipling.

- It was at Robert’s encouragement that Ulysses Grant wrote his memoirs. They were published in the CENTURY at first.

- He and Muir helped establish Yosemite National Park.

- Katharine and Robert had two children, Owen and Agnes. Owen went on to become a successful writer.

- In the early 20th century, Robert was the secretary of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. At this time, there were many rabidly misogynistic members of this all-male organization. When the question of the election of women to the Academy was raised, Robert supported letting women in, in spite of the often vicious opposition from other members.

- Apparently, as Katharine Johnson lay dying, she told her husband to always keep in touch with Tesla. Shortly there after, Robert wrote to Tesla saying that this might not be an easy thing to do, but it would not be his fault if it was not done.

- It’s like, wow, you can really tell how much he loved this woman.

- He signed his last note (before his death in 1937) to Tesla as “Luka Filipov.” Are you crying yet? I am.

OK, I’m sorry, this turned into a really long post, but Robert Underwood Johnson deserves the recognition. He was more than just Tesla’s friend. He was a poet, a diplomat, an editor, an environmentalist, an activist, a friend, a father, a husband. He was, I truly believe, a good and admirable person not only for his own time, but for ours as well. As a lover of all things Italian who’s been known to scribble down the odd poem now and again, I feel especially drawn to him. Everybody should have as good a friend as him. Hell, everyone should try to be as good a friend as him.

Tl:dr Robert was an insanely accomplished dude who was BFFs with some awesome people, was an awesome person in his own right, and was probably the best friend anyone ever had. He deserves to be more than just a footnote in the Tesla story.

Now, if you’ll permit me a little more room, a quick guide to the photos (from top to bottom):

- Robert as a younger man. I’m not gonna lie, I never found beards attractive until I saw this old, grainy photo.

- with Tesla in the laboratory. Supposedly they did this a lot.

- walking down the steps of the White House like a boss after being appointed Ambassador to Italy.

- seen here at left modeling for the sculptor Paul Swan, at right. That bust is majestic.

- portrait by William Merritt Chase, a fellow member of the Academy and one of the most important artists of the day.

- an Onion headline edit by yours truly. Robert was tough and downright feisty when he had to be, but I think this still applies.

Cheers, Mr. Ambassador!

niutellat  asked:

Are Lutz and you trying to avoid having children, or are you considering the fact to found a family together one day? I'm pretty sure that the two of you would be great parents and have pretty kids! (人´∀`).☆.。.:*・°


Let me tell you about something that I’m not even sure I fully understand yet:

I am at a standoff. I am in that cliched ghost town, whoever-draws-their-gun-first showdown with life. I am in need of beauty, of love. I search for it everywhere I go and in everything I do. I crave it. And not only do I want beautiful things, but god, I feel like I fucking deserve them.

One day I come across a book. Highly praised, good reviews. Recommended. So, I buy it with little to no thought of how life-altering the actual words can be.

Because no matter of your sexual preference, your orientation, your stage in life or what you do with your time; there is so much truth to find in this book if you simply read the words. Elio and Oliver have their own lives, their own stories. As do we. But when we feed from the pages of Aciman’s novel, have you not felt that he has spoken directly to you?

I came across a particular quote. One that still will not leave me as I live each day to day. Because not only do I rely so heavily on the people I have available, but I am often disappointed to discover that they’re not experts in the field of making me happy. I lean so drastically on them because I am completely incapable (or so I have told myself) of supplying that happiness myself. And then comes this quote. And icantbreatheicantbreatheicantbreathe.

Here is something I have come to learn in life: it is rare to find true beauty and true happiness. Happiness isn’t a state that we will just someday reach and never leave. It is an inconstant state of being where you need to acknowledge the moments you have within this state before they disappear again. Elio and Oliver were able to be in that happiness together, leading to Mr. Perlman indicating how ‘rare’ their relationship had been. Because there are rarely ones that are held in perfect happiness until the end.

I found true beauty and happiness in this novel. I learned so much about myself that even though it was only me and a book in my hands and not a villa in Italy with an enigmatic 24 year old scholar; I feel that I myself have lived a 'parallel life’. It was one I come back to again and again to remind myself that life has its beauties and that 'Call Me By Your Name’ is one of them. So, here’s to searching for the small beauties that actually become everything in life. And here’s to my search for the beauty within myself.

((So I was doing my IB History project which is basically an essay on foreign relations (and I got assigned Italy and Germany) and so I found this wikipedia article and I thought oh it might be helpful so I looked:

then I went to notable people:


which one of you did this))

La Belle et la Bête

(if this is your fault you know who you are, i’m using previously established au rules @megan-mayhem and i came up with and no one is allowed to judge me)

Wayne Manor was even more empty than usual, and the emptiness made it feel haunted. Diana found it horribly unsettling.

“Bruce?” she called, and it echoed through the empty halls. She opened the curtains in the front parlor to let the sunshine in. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, I was in Italy.” She’d come as quickly as she could once she’d gotten his message, but he’d sent it in the dead of night.

Something’s happened. It’s not life-threatening, but I’m not myself. I sent everyone away to minimize the incident, but I think you’re the only one who can help. Come alone if you come at all.

“Bruce?” she called again. Perhaps he was downstairs. She listened carefully. There was the distant muffled clicking of a mechanical keyboard, intermittent and slow. She didn’t think she’d ever heard anyone in this house ever type so slow. Not even Alfred.

Her phone chimed. She checked it. A message from Bruce. In my office. She looked toward the stairs. The clicking had stopped.

Her walk up the stairs was cautious. What could possibly have happened to him?

In the hall, one of the side tables had tipped sideways. Its former contents had been neatly arranged into a stack beside it on the floor.

“… Bruce…?” She peered into his office.

She shrieked, then put her hands over her mouth to try to muffle her shrieking. It lessened to a high-pitched squeal.

“Tiny baby!”

“I am a grown man, Diana.”

He was a black Pomeranian of less than five pounds, standing on his computer desk.

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Best Tarot Decks for beginners

Hello everyone and welcome back!

Today I want to help everyone who is interested in tarot divination, but who doesn’t know which deck is better to buy.

I will describe and introduce you my top 3 decks for absolute beginners and I’ll explain you why I have chosen them.

1) Doreen Virtue’s Angel Tarot Cards:

This deck is perfect for everyone who is a bit scared and confused of being introduced in the tarot’s world. The deck is composed by 78 cards: 22 major Arcana and 56 minor Arcana. There’s also a useful guidebook in which is illustrated every card, with its meaning and with some advices.

Minor Arcanas are divided in four seeds which are the natural elements: Air, Water, Fire and Earth. 

Each card is accompanied by a brief description of its message, which is full illustrated in the guidebook. 

The presence of friendly and colorful pictures reassure us while we’re divining. This deck has been created with the purpose of being a totally positive one. No card is meant to be read in reverse, so we have no negative messages or omens.

It is important to analyzed each card with attention: the pictures are full of secret meanings for our mind. I’ve found out that I was more and more intuitive by just looking at the pictures without reading the guidebook’s meanings.

I’ve chose it because: when I was a beginner, it has helped me to develop a lot my intuition. It is a positive deck so I wasn’t scared to ask questions. I’ve found that the readings were precise and detailed. If you’re uncomfortable with strange and dark pictures, this deck is the one for you.

2) Tarot of Marseilles

This was my first tarot deck! I know that many people find it difficult to read and to interpret, but I don’t think so.
Marseilles Tarots  are for beginners who are not scared of the possibility to read negative responses. These are the perfect tarots for the ones who wants a connection with a deep past, an ancient divination method. (They have been created in northern Italy in the 15th century, and the design is always the same since then!)

They are composed by 22 Major Arcana and 56 Minor Arcana, whose seeds are divided in: aces, wands, cups and coins.
The cards have two kind of response: positive or negative. It depends on their verse. A reverse card means a negative message or just a suggestion that something is not going the way we expected.

You’ll find a guidebook with the deck. It illustrates the main characteristics of the cards, but it doesn’t go deep in their description. It is because this deck purpose is to train your intuition as much as possible.
This is why I suggest it for beginners: a good tarot reader is meant to be able to snatch a reading’s message just by looking at the pictures. 

By the time, Marseilles Tarots gives you this ability (and it is not a small achievement!) The fact that the description is brief and summary, gives you the opportunity to truly listen to your intuition about a card’s message.

The key to be able to have good readings with them is to trust them and in yourself.

I’ve chose it because: I love the fact that their responses are always precise, and that they train your skills as intuitive reader. Their ancient nature has something that connects your mind with something higher. I love to define this deck as ‘the old souls’s one’

3) The Starchild Tarots

This is the perfect tarot decks for any starseed beginner out there :)

The deck includes 79 cards, Major Arcana and Minor Arcana, divided in: wands, crystals, swords and cups.
There’s also a detailed guidebook which is detailed and it illustrates 5 tarots spread for absolute beginners.

I’ve tried this deck and I suddenly felt at home. It was like if my star family was speaking to my soul and heart.
The pictures bring every starseed in the place he calls home. Blue, pink, violet and gold tones are very calming and I’ve found out that they let the mind work without distractions. 

As Marseilles Tarots, these has a reverse meaning. If you are comfortable enough to let cards tell you the truth, you won’t find difficulties in accepting suggestion and proof that, maybe, you are not on the right path.

These cards speaks to the reader’s soul. They are quite easy to interpret just looking at the illustrations. Geometrical shapes are also a good help for the ones interested in sacred geometry.

I’ve chose it because: I’ve looked for a good decks for beginners starseed for a long time, and when I found Starchild Tarots I was in heaven. They really help starseeds to find the truth and to solve problems and dilemmas.
Finally, a tool to feel like at home!

I hope that this little article have helped beginners! Let me know which deck you’ve chose! 

Love you all, and sending you light and luck,


anonymous asked:

Prompt where maybe Nico finds an old photograph or something of his mother in a gift shop? Or maybe a WWII photograph of, like, his mother's siblings or his cousins being released from a concentration camp or an image of Maria Bianca and Nico in a crowd trying to flee ITaly? (I ship Maria being from a Jewish family as more reason for them to need to escape) IDK. Id really like if you did something to this extant.

I went with the last one

“Hey, Nico,” Will walked over to where Nico was shuffling through a box that contained mostly smaller boxes in it, with dust so thick it was impossible not to sneeze. “Look at these old pictures I found.” Somehow, Nico and Will had been tasked with the bi-yearly chore of cleaning out the attic of the Big House, throwing away things that had been tossed up there for no particular reason, and making sure that the things that should stay locked away were still locked away.

They hadn’t really found much of anything of interest, other than a few old books, until Will found a stack of old photos, all of them in black and white and fading around the edges. Nico put the lid back on his box, standing up straight and popping the joints in his knees that had gone stiff from kneeling for so long. “I think they’re mostly from the Second World War. The people in the pictures look German. Not that I’ve ever been very good at distinguishing Europeans.” Will handed the photos to Nico so he could shuffle through them.

Will was right about the first picture, it was a photograph of a handful of German soldiers sitting on a low bank wall in front of a building, all decked out in their uniforms, smiling. Nico had to resist the urge to rip the picture. Those soldiers had killed so many people, who were they to look so happy? Nico shuffled through a few pictures like that, soldiers laughing and smiling. “Kind of reminds you that they were still just people, huh?” Will spoke softly over Nico’s shoulder. “Following orders.” Nico didn’t quite see it that way, but he understood how Will could.

Nico flipped to another photo that caught his eye. There was a large group of people that looked like they were fleeing, all bunched together. Nico could almost hear their shouts and pleas. They were probably trying to board a boat to leave their country. Nico scanned the faces of the people in the picture almost lazily, wondering where the people were trying to flee from.

He had never expected to recognize anyone.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of a floppy hat that Nico knew was an olive green color, despite the saturation from the picture. Nico’s knees threatened to give out the longer he stared at the girl in the picture, whishing she would turn around. In her arms was a small boy, perhaps half Nico’s age. Nico knew that the boy was carrying a small wooden cross, despite the unclarity of the picture. Nico could still feel the press of the cross in his palm, the way his sweat made it slick as he clung to it for dear life. There was a tall, proud Italian woman behind the children, ushering the forward at a quick pace while she kept her head down.

Distantly, he heard the blow of a steam whistle, signifying that whoever was still on the dock better get on the boat or risk being left behind in a fascist regimen. Nico felt himself shake as Maria pushed her children onto the boat in front of her, occupying the last open spot before the sailors pulled up the board that connected the boat to the dock.

“Nico?” Will called softly. “Is everything okay?” Nico closed his eyes for a moment, smelling the salty air of the ocean before he let out a long breath and opened his eyes, unsurprised to find them damp with tears.

He looked at Will before he whispered, “it’s us. It’s Mama and Bianca.”

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Happy 71 birthday to Freddie Mercury!

Originally posted by zchiaraz

When I first really recognised Queen, it was already August 2016, so about a year ago. Sure, I´ve heard songs of them before (just like ´We will rock you´, ´We are the champions´ and ´Who wants to live forever´), but I´ve actually never really cared if there were other songs too. 

Originally posted by amercuryy

So I´ve wasted exactly 16 ½ years of my life, thinking that I already knew what good music was like.

Originally posted by the-miracle-queen

But then, my family´s holiday trip to Italy happened. One day, I saw a man at the beach. Tanned skin, jet black hair and a moustache; he reminded me of someone. But who? So back home the first thing I did was to look for almost every celebrity who I thought was wearing a moustache and I found Freddie. So I decided to listen to a song of Queen called ´Love of my life´ and to say I was enchanted was a plain understatement.

Originally posted by freddiemercurysluscioustitts

His voice captured me, made goosebumps appear on my skin, send a chill down my spine and I knew that in this very moment, I fell in love. With his voice, his persona and with him.

Originally posted by alwaysinmyheartharryandlouis

For me, Freddie´s a great inspiration and sometimes the only source of motivation. He´s making me feel sad but too reminds me that there are better times to come. And even if I know, that he´s not here anymore, I know deep inside that his body might left this earth, but never did his soul.

Originally posted by suzcatonmars

Freddie still lives upon us. In all the lines he wrote, in every song he sang in the message he gave us, maybe without even having the intention. 

Originally posted by tinyspeckinabigworld

Dear Freddie: I´m thankful to have found you and I´m sad to have lost you. But you are there. For me, for your fans, for all of us and that´s something we will always be thankful for.

Originally posted by heaven4everyone

Happy birthday my love


Roman x Reader

Requested by Anon

Part One  Part Two

“Roman what’re you doing?” You snapped when you walked into your little office, the only one on the same floor as Roman’s, and found Roman searching through your computers history.

“What am I doing what’re you doing, look at this stuff… tickets to Italy, villa’s in Italy, yacht rentals.” He glared at you and you shrugged, you’d had no intention of following through on your research, you just liked to think one day you’d go there.

“Yeah, I’m going to Italy without you, maybe I’ll even take Peter.” You snapped, finally having enough of his possessiveness.

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anonymous asked:

OMG! I'm in love with you and your brain... OK that was super weird buuttt thank you a lot for translating! Btw I'm so confused about which parts are fictional 🙁 like I get it, probably the florist's blog and his story is not real but the flower's story is fake too? pd: my English is awful, I know, sorry :(

your english is fine, don’t worry •^• like i mentioned, 95% of the information (if not all) are fictional:

• all italian words cited: actual italian

• the smeraldo flower: there’s no such flower, but smeraldo means “emeral” in italian

• la città de smeraldo: not an actual village nor the place where smeraldo flower was found, but it’s the name of an amusement park (center?) in italy & also the title of the 6th book in ‘land of oz’ book series

• the smeraldo academy: since smeraldo isn’t real, so is this academy. but the initials of “the smeraldo academy” = tsa = top social artisr

• flower 2012: not an actual event

• american playing cards academy: not an actual academy, i found a playing card society but not anything similar to “american playing cards academy”

• the amare_0 account: is a private account with 0 follower and 1 following, the amare__0 one has 0 follower and 0 following

• the instagram capture: obviously not real. june 12th = the day before bts’ debut, 1,435,557 likes = 1 + 4 + 3 / 5 + 5 + 5 / 7 = 8 / 15 / 7 = august 15th (the day bon voyage s2 ends) + 7 members. 12:04pm = seokjin’s birthday. tim = telecom italy

• the story of the man in the castle & the girl: fictional

• william ashbless: a fictional poet created by 2 fantasy writers, is not related to playing cards at all

• madame lenormand: an actual french fortune teller, but has no connection eith ashbless or the flower card (since both are fictional). there’s no painting called “madame lenormand on the salon” (i think), and if you zoom in the b&w portrait in the 6th story, the card she was holding looks completely different from the colored piece in the 5th story that’s supposed to be part of the portrait

• jean-francois rolland: not an actual artist apparently

• lenormand cards: an actual deck of card still widely used today

• painting of madame lenormand sourced from “the court of napoleon”: an actual painting

• photos in the 7th story: not photos of la città di smeraldo, they’re photos of various different places

Christmas Kisses

here’s that malec fic I said I would write. I know it’s not Harry Potter but it was nice to write about a different set of characters for once

“What are you wearing to Magnus’s Christmas party tonight?” Izzy asked her big brother Alec. He shrugged and gestured to the clothes he already had on. She laughed, shaking her head. “Oh no, big brother, don’t tell me you’re wearing that?”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Alec crossed his arms, defensively.

“You’re going to one of Magnus’s parties. You can’t go in you’re training clothes. At least put on a button up. How about that dark blue one I got you? I’m sure Magnus would appreciate it.”

“And why should I care if Magnus would appreciate it or not?” He asked, nevertheless taking out the shirt his sister suggested he wear. Izzy smirked and stood up to leave. She knew her brother better than anyone. Maybe better than Alec knew himself. She also happened to know that Magnus was planning another attempt to try and win the Shadowhunter’s heart. After many failed tries, Izzy was sure this one would work.

After helping Clary pick out an outfit, they all left for Magnus’s apartment. Izzy made sure that Alec was standing closest to the door after she knocked, giving him no time to try and hide behind the group.

“Alexander.” The Warlock greeted, already holding a cocktail in his hand. It looked like they were early, seeing as there were only a couple of people milling around behind him. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

Alec’s breath caught, making Izzy smile slyly. “It’s, um, it’s good to see you too.” Magnus stepped aside, letting them enter, but catching Alec’s arm before he could get lost in the apartment.

“Why don’t I get you a drink?” He asked and snapped his fingers, making a drink appear in his hands, before the boy could even give an answer. “It’s a wine made in one of the finest wineries in all of Italy. I actually know the man who first founded it. Might I add that he was a fantastic kisser after a few drinks. Though I’m sure you’ll do better than him, almost everyone does.” Alec blushed as Magnus smirked at him.

“Umm, th- thank you?” He said, eyeing his drink and taking a sip. Just then, someone knocked on the door. More people entered, though one girl stayed behind.

“Magnus, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” She stated, smiling at Alec.

“Oh um- no. No no we’re not-” The shadowhunter started babbling.

Magnus held a hand up to make him stop talking and corrected her himself. “We’re not together… yet.” He winked at Alec before letting the woman in.

“Look, Magnus, I- I can’t. I have to uphold the family name and this, us, it- it wouldn’t work.” He said.

“I understand, Alexander. However, is the Lightwood reputation really that important that it’s worth sacrificing your happiness for it?” Alec sighed, drinking more of his wine. “I’m sure your sister would be happy to see you finally following your heart. As would Jace.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Alec tried to fight off his heart beating out of his chest. Just then, mistletoe sprouted from the ceiling above the two men.

“Looks like the mistletoe would beg to differ.”

“What do you mean?”

“I charmed it to only appear over two people who have feelings for each other.” Magnus smiled softly and took a sip of his drink.

Alec shook his head. “Maybe I do feel something for you, but I can’t do anything about it. My family-”

“Would be glad to know that you are finally happy.” Magnus finished his sentence.

“I’m sorry, Magnus.” He said before walking away. The Warlock stood there for a minute and put on a brave face so he could rejoin the party. 

Izzy walked up to him. “So, did you get Alec to kiss you yet?”

He shook his head solemnly. “He left me under the mistletoe actually.”

She shook her head and told Magnus she’d be right back before finding her brother. “Alec, you know I love you but sometimes you can be so stupid.”

“What are you talking about, sis?”

“You leaving Magnus under the mistletoe.” He remained quiet. “Listen, I know you think you’re doing what’s best for you, but I know you. He cares about you, and you care about him. It’s okay.” She smiled at him, setting a reassuring hand on his arm.

“What about Mom and Dad?”

“They’ll be okay with it. Maybe not at first, but they’ll come around.” Alec drew in a deep breath, looking through the crowd and at Magnus. “Go get him.”

He nodded and started pushing his way through the people, not once taking his eyes off the Warlock. “Alexander, how are you enjoying the party?” Magnus asked.

“Um, I- I was wondering whether the offer to kiss you still stood. I mean, you didn’t exactly offer I guess the mistletoe did. Though it was charmed for-”

Magnus cut him off. “I would love to kiss you, Alexander. Perhaps you would like to go somewhere more private?”

Alec shook his head. “No, no I wanna do it here, in front of everyone.” Magnus smiled. “Because I don’t care what people think anymore.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Let’s just say I have the best sister in the world.” They both laughed as Isabelle shouted “Yeah you do!” from across the room. She obviously used a rune to enhance her hearing so she’d be able to know what they were saying. Alec leaned in, kissing him desperately like he’d dreamt of doing.

They pulled apart much too soon for Magnus’s liking. Though almost everyone was staring, both men only saw each other. Smiling brightly, Magnus pulled Alec away from the party and onto the balcony. “I thought you might like a more quiet place.”

“Why me?” Alec suddenly blurted out. “You’ve been trying so hard to get me, but why?”

Magnus sighed. “Normally I would’ve maybe ask you out once or twice and that would be it. But you’re different somehow. I haven’t felt this way about anyone for almost a century now.”

Alec smiled to himself. “My parents want to set me up to be married, to restore the Lightwood name. I don’t know how they’re going to react when they find out I’m dating a Warlock. When they find out I’m dating a guy.”

“Well good thing you’re not dating one. We have to go out on our first date to be dating.” The corner of Alec’s mouth flicked up into a shy smile.

“Okay, um, do you wanna go out for drinks tomorrow maybe?”

“I’d love to, Alexander.” Magnus refilled their drinks with a flourish of his hand. “To us.” He said, raising his glass.

Alec felt a warmth flood his entire body. He mimicked the Warlock’s actions, clinking their glasses together. “To us.”

Vanish in the Dark Pt 1

Pairings: None at the moment(A.K.A I have no idea where I’m going with this.)

Warnings: None right now, maybe language?

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: Assassin’s Creed AU and Marvel AU crossover.  The Brotherhood has spent years hiding in the shadows keeping the Templars in line as the years pass on. When the Templars company Abstergo Industries strikes up a deal with Hydra, things have to change. The Brotherhood decides to step out of the shadows, reaching out for the help of the Avengers. What could go wrong?

A/N: So far I have the first four parts written, but after that I dunno where I’m gonna go. All I know is this is gonna be a long one, and while I’m writing as I go, I’m really excited. I’ve started a tag list, so let me know if you’d like to added and I’ll be more than happy too add you! Also liking and rebblogging also helps me know if i should keep going. Thank you guys!  ❤️

Once again, the gif is not mine, credit to the owner.

*Prologue* | *Part Two*

Steve sighed into his bowl of oatmeal, watching Bucky and Sam bicker once again over who gets the last of the Lucky Charms. Natasha sat beside him, munching on an apple, throwing in a few quips herself which only cause the two start back up again. Clint had walked in, took one look at the two that stood at the center of the room gripping the box in each hand, and walked right back out. Steve was starting to think he had the right idea. 

“Could you stop egging them on?” He huffed at Natasha, who added another reason why Bucky should get the last bowl. Natasha only replied with a smirk as she took another bite from her apple. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that she would only stop when she got bored. And from the look on her face, it wasn’t going to be a while before that happened. With the mounting tension, he thought he’d have to jump in and stop the two from having a smack down in the center of the kitchen. Just as he was about to tell them about the second box that was hiding on the top shelf in the pantry, a bellow from down the hall caused all four to stop and look in the direction.

Tony came sprinting into the kitchen, a piece of paper in hand, and looking unbelievably irate. He slammed the paper down on the island, causing the four to jump. They’ve seen him mad before, but this was a whole new level they never knew he had.

“Anyone want to tell me what the fuck this is?” He snarled, pointing at the paper. All four blinked, none knowing how to answer that question when they hadn’t the slightest clue why he was so angry. Natasha was the first to move, picking up the paper to read the words carefully. A scowl spread across her face as she read the words, unsettled from the amount of information that was typed on the paper. She turned the page over, eyeing the strange triangular symbol on the back of the white page. It didn’t spark a recognition in her mind, but the words spoke of how well the messenger knew them.

“Where did you get this?” She asked passing the paper over to Steve. Tony’s jaw clench as he tried to calm down enough to form a coherent sentence.

“It was in my lab, sitting on top my latest project. Along with a list of reasons why that prototype was not going to work and what I could do to fix it.” Tony scoffed. He was a bit bitter that someone managed to break into his lab, but was even more peeved that person had the audacity to leave a list of his failures he wasn’t even aware were there. “I checked all the tapes, there wasn’t a sign of someone breaking in the compound last night, not even a blip.”

“How is that possible?” Natasha asked leaning against the island. Steve stayed silent, rereading the words as he tried to wrap his mind around the content. If what this was saying was true then things were a lot worse than they thought.

“I don’t know, Romanoff.” Tony snarled, running a hand through his hair. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. already told that nothing out of the ordinary happened, that nothing was shut down. Yet somehow, someone broke into my lab, had time to tinker around with a prototype, and write a hand written 2 page essay on what was wrong before leaving, all while being capable of not setting off a single alarm!”

“Hey!” Steve boomed, switching into his Captain’s command voice. “Look, I get how upsetting this is, but don’t take this out on Natasha!”

Tony turned around, mouth open ready to argue. He stopped short at the withering glare Steve gave him, rolling his eyes at the blonde.

“Fine. Whatever.” He waved them off, snatching the paper out of Steve’s hand. “This is still a problem, however. Someone broke in last night. Someone knows things about us that have never been released to the public. Someone-“

“Knows of the deal between Hydra and that Abstergo company.” Steve finished. He was becoming just as unnerved about the whole thing as well. Bucky and Sam tensed, their eyes flickering to the pages. Tony passed the paper over, hardly sparing them a glance as he continued.

“They want us to meet them tomorrow afternoon. In New York. The only thing I can think of that’s going on that day is the press conference in Manhattan.” Tony was talking about the press conference that the famed company Abstergo Industries was having to speak about the advances they were going to take in the company. Their partnership with Hydra was not public knowledge, but they had heard it through the grape vine that something was happening between the two groups. The Avengers looked in on the company, wondering why Hydra took interest in them. What they found had appalled the group. They learned about some of the experiments that Abstergo took part of, and with this partnership with Hydra, they knew they’d have to do something. This request for a meeting was not something they expected however.

“Is that a good idea? I mean we have no idea who these people are.” Natasha questioned.

“I’m having F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a search for that symbol, clearly it means something. But if what they say is true, and what they know is right, then we might not have a choice.” Tony bit out. He wasn’t happy about how everything went down. However, he knew there was more important things than his bruised ego right now. Well only slightly more important. “I’m also going to up security. I can’t believe someone could sneak in.”

Steve sighed, pushing his unfinished bowl of oatmeal away. “Look, right now we need to worry about what the note said. If it’s true, then we’re going to have a lot more problems on our hands.”

Natasha nodded. “If they’re able to teach someone to become a trained killer in just days by a machine, I can only imagine what they’d do with Hydra’s less than legal experiments. Throw in the serum, they’d be unstoppable.”

Bucky tensed at that, flashes of his past coming up. He shuttered to think what could happen if this all went how the two groups wanted it to go. He passed the page to Sam and stepped up.

“I think we should go meet them.” Three sets of eyes turned to him. “The note said that if we refused, then it was fine. They don’t want anything besides stopping two groups from growing stronger than before. It’s clear they have no ulterior motive. They just want to stop them. And I agree. Hydra is already a problem, throw in the limited things we’ve learned of Abstergo and I’m sorry. I can’t let another one of me come into this world.”

Steve and Tony stayed silent for a moment. Neither wanted to agree to this, but Bucky had a point. They needed to stop this before it started. And if this other group was the key, then so be it.

“Sir.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. called, pulling their attentions away from each other.

“What’s up F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“I’ve done the search like you’ve asked, and I’m afraid you wouldn’t like the answer I’ve come up with.”

“And what exactly is that?”

The AI paused for a moment, before flickering on the tablet laying on one of the counters. Tony picked it up and brought up the hologram.

“It would seem that there is no current information on the symbol. Instead I found only older information. It’s an old symbol that was used dating back before history could record it. There are hints of used back in the Roman era. Perhaps ever before then. You can find old remnants on buildings, ruins, streets, and even some hidden tunnel entrances. The main known locations are Italy, present day Istanbul and recently found, Egypt.

There have been of course, other findings across Europe, and parts of Asia. There was talk of the symbol even having reached here to North America. But the symbols were suddenly wiped from existence somewhere in the 19th century. Across all countries. The only reason we know of them are because of the ones that have been found are from recent excavations and a few codecs that can only be found in ancient libraries.”

“As much as I love having an impromptu history lesson, cut to the chase. What does the symbol stand for?” Tony asked, a bit annoyed at the lengthy build up.

“That’s just it, sir. The only small bit of information I can find of it, besides the recent locations is a name. They called themselves The Brotherhood.”

“The Brotherhood?” Natasha asked.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.-“ Tony began, flipping through some of the images that showed the symbols on buildings. They were faint, a bit more intricate in design that the simple symbol on the paper, but he could tell what was there.

“I’ve already ran a search of the name. It came up empty. I had to tap into Abstergo Industries database to find out more, to see if they knew this symbol. I searched for what I could without tripping their sensors, which isn’t much. What I did find, however, is a bit appalling. It seems that Abstergo Industry is actually a front for an old order that too dates back to the beginning of history.”

Steve raised a brow; This was getting more interesting the longer the AI rambled on.

“They were once known as the Templar Order. An old group that wanted to control and use the people so that they might have order and ‘peace’ in the world. They wanted the world built in their specific image. They cared little for what happened to the common people, just as long as they, the Order, had control.”

“Sounds like another group we know of.” Bucky muttered, watching Tony flip through the files that flashed up on the screen. The AI continued.

“The Brotherhood was once their greatest foe, the group fighting back against the Templars. The Brotherhood stood for the freedom of the people.”

“What are you getting at F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Tony could tell the AI was hesitating from telling them the truth.

“The Brotherhood was also known by the Templars’ as the Assassin’s Order.” The group stood straighter as the word.  “They were a group of highly elite assassins that targeted the Order, to keep them from growing into power. They fought each other since practically the beginning of time, at one point the Brotherhood was nearly defeated. It was around the Revolution they grew in size once more but somewhere down the way-“

“The Brotherhood disappeared.”

“Yes, and that’s why I find- odd. How did they manage to fall off the face of the earth after centuries of fighting the Order? Why is it that now, they’ve stepped up? But more important, how have they managed to keep themselves hidden for so long, even after the number of successful assassinations?”

A screen popped up, faces with list of their information, the words deceased in big red letters across the face. There was a long list, over 40 from the first page with several dozen pages. The four in the kitchen stood wide eyed as they looked over the names of many dignitaries and higher ups. Natasha stepped up pointing at a member of Parliament.

“I though he died of a heart attack two years ago.”

“No, he was killed by poison. The Order, Abstergo Industries, were the ones who performed his autopsy. The reports were falsified for the public, but the Order kept his real cause of death hidden. If word got out, then there would be more panic then necessary. As it turns out, this member of the Order also had a hidden agenda the Order was not fond of. His death was not missed by them. It still did manage to hurt them. Apparently, they lost a quite a bit of their influence in Britain because of it.”

Natasha pointed to another, a senator who had been said to have died in a car crash two months ago.

“Slit throat that was covered up by the crash.” The AI went through a quick list of the ones that stood out the most to the group, and with each one the team was left even more amazed, and frankly, scared.

“How is this possible?” Steve whispered, frowning when he recognized two of the Senators. They pressed for the Accord, but were never linked to Hydra. This made it all seem even more terrifying knowing there was another group out there that was just as influential as Hydra.

“As I stated, I’m not certain. Abstergo Industries knows that Brotherhood is still out there, but somehow the Brotherhood work in the shadows. They’re off the grid. There have been no known sittings of the Brotherhood since before the 19th century. That is, until today.”

Sam whistled low, impressed. “They’ve managed to keep a low profile for so long, eliminating well-known figure heads, and managed to break into our compound without tripping one of the alarms.”

Tony turned to glared at him, but Sam only shrugged. “Think about it. If they’ve managed to do all this, unnoticed by any of us, then they must be damn good at their jobs.”

Steve grit his teeth, not like the truth to Sam’s words. They had to be damn good. He turned back to the hologram that had pulled up the information to the press conference that was scheduled for the next afternoon.

“What about this, what is that you can tell us about the two joining?”

“As you stated earlier, Abstergo Industries has a way to put people into the past, to learn from members of their Order. They can learn how to fight, how to kill, and how to lead by simply laying down in a machine for a few hours a day. They can learn to become masters of fighting in the matter of weeks. All with out sustaining injuries. Their members are willing and wouldn’t need to be wiped to have them do the dirty work of the company. Throw in everything that Hydra knows, and willing to bring to the table; The two would both be unstoppable. The only good thing that comes from this, is a kink in the system that Abstergo Industries still has yet to fix. They call it the bleeding effect.”

“The bleeding effect?” Tony asked, flipping through a few files that pulled his interest.

“They machine they use sends them through memories. If the subject spends too much time in the machine, their brain is unable to differentiate between what real and what was a memory. They’ve lost several members to the madness that it brings.”

“The only silver lining I guess.” Steve muttered.

“I suppose, however, the Brotherhood has made great strides in keeping the Order in line, even though they themselves have not been out in the open. I suggest you take them up on this offer.”

Tony snorted and shook his head.


“I know, F.R.I.D.A.Y. You’re right. This is too important to ignore.” He turned to glare at the paper that sat on the island once more, the symbol of the Brotherhood facing up. It was taunting him, they managed to do the impossible. It was a blatant show of skill. And a tease that they’d never be as good as the Brotherhood. Tony was not one to back down from a challenge. Clenching his jaw, he nodded. With a swipe of his hand, he closed the hologram.

“Looks like we’re going to a press conference.”

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Well, this is going to be a reeeeally long post… so, be prepared.
I’ve always loved Christmas: I love buying presents for my friends, love the shiny lights down the streets, the atmosphere, the ritual of decorating the Christmas tree and making the nativity scene (I used to  do that with my sister when we were living at my parent’s house), the fact that I can stay with all my family (and my doggy of course) and just enjoy the time together and have long conversation with my cousins or my grandma.

I’ve had a beautiful childhood and I decided to put some of my memories in this drawing.
It’s a little present for all of you, for your tireless support, for your kind words in chat or asks. I’m grateful for this full year, even if it has been a bit difficult and, sometimes, I was really scared.
I want to thank all the tumblr community and wish you all the happiness in the world.

If you are interested there’s an “explanation” of the drawing under the “read more” line, useful for those who aren’t Italian and want to know more about some of our Christmas food and traditions.

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Goomar (Pt. 5)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Mafia AU, Smut (Heavy), Angst (Heavy), Fluff (Barely)
Chapter Length: Short *because the next few chapters will fuck you up*


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*Warning- Strong Language, Explicit Sex, Explicit Sex Talk/References, Gang Violence, Talk of Gang Violence*

Originally posted by mvssmedia

You have a week and a half till the wedding and everything is finally ready. Your bond with Yoongi only grows stronger, yet you feel that he is hiding something from you. You’re just too worried to ask.

Yoongi wasn’t joking when he said that he wanted to have sex in every room of the estate.

It left you bewildered, flabbergasted even at his never ending need but you weren’t one to complain since you had better stamina than him, and always begged for more.

It had only been a week and a half, and you two surprisingly haven’t finished vandalizing every room. It was the fact that there were so many, and this goal that Yoongi was trying to achieve was a little stressful.

“Where should we go now?” Yoongi’s breathe tickled your ear, his arms wrapping around you. You were instantly pulled against him, your back pressing against his warm chest.

Not today.” You murmured, which took Yoongi by surprise because this was a first. Naturally you were quick to agree, but today you felt uneasy. You felt sick. “Is something wrong?” His hands grabbed your waist, twisting you around so you were facing him.

“I’m just not feeling well…” You pulled away from him, needing space. “Is there anything I can do?” His eyes trailed behind you as you made your way to your bed and sat on the soft comforter.

“Can you bring me some soup?” You pouted and he chuckled. “All you’ve eaten is soup the past two weeks.”

“So? I like soup.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes. “Whatever you want, Princess.” He teased before making his way out of your room and closing the door behind him.

Now that you were alone, you were finally able to get into bed. You covered yourself in the heavy, thick blankets and laid your head against the soft pillow. You exhaled, the feeling of finally relaxing and not having to be on your feet made you feel relieved and at piece.

Every single day for the past week and a half, you’ve been working on your wedding, or having sex with Yoongi and it was great to get some time to yourself.

Not that you didn’t enjoy your times with Yoongi, but constantly being fucked over a desk or a table or the kitchen counter left you exhausted, and bruised all over your waist and hips.

You were able to rest for a while before you heard your door open and you peered up from under your covers to see Yoongi coming towards you with your bowl of soup.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” He sang, making you groan as you sat up. “How many nicknames do you have for me?” You took the bowl from him, staring down at the noodles and chicken that was cooked to perfection.

“Way too many.” Yoongi teased. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with adoration. You lifted a spoonful of soup to your mouth and hummed in satisfaction at the taste.

“I don’t get why you love chicken noodle soup so much…” Yoongi chuckled, his hand coming up to run though your hair. “It’s the only thing I can stomach down at the moment…” You shoved another spoonful into your mouth, eating it slowly.

Yoongi’s happy expression turned serious. “Are you feeling any better from before? You’re eating more at least.” He bit his lip, concern all over his face. “I’m better, I promise…I’m just not at my best.”

Yoongi nodded, understanding what you meant. “Well, I’ll take care of you.” You smiled at his words, leaning in slightly and Yoongi happily met your lips with a quick peck.

You went back to eating your soup just as there was a knocking at your door. You glanced over to see Yoongi’s uncle and he looked at the both of you before waving Yoongi over to come with him.

“I’ll be back.” Yoongi patted your thigh before getting up from your bed and leaving your room, leaving you alone once again in silence. You ate happily, enjoying the soup he made for you before setting the bowl on your nightstand and going back to your nap, which you so desperately needed.

You woke up in complete darkness, the only light in your room being the lamp that was turned on earlier. You sat up, seeing that Yoongi was standing at the door. “You surprised me.” You sighed, running your hands through your tangled hair.

Yoongi only stared, his eyes somewhat lost. “What’s wrong?” You raised an eyebrow. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze as he turned to walk to your window. “There’s a problem.” His voice seemed quieter and deeper than normal, and it took you by surprise at how stiff he seemed.

“What happened?” Every time you spoke it was like a weight on his shoulders. “It’s…It’s hard to explain.” He started, and you slowly got out of bed to approach him. You grabbed his shoulders, making him face you.

“Please…tell me what’s wrong?” You pleaded. Yoongi looked up at you, his eyes slightly red and swollen. “You need to leave.”

His words almost came out as gibberish to your ears but you knew exactly what he said. “What? Leave?” You were confused. More confused than you’ve ever been. Earlier today he was kissing you and feeding you soup, and now he was asking you to leave?

“I don’t understand what you mean-” You were cut off by Yoongi grabbing your shoulders, making you jolt at his sudden action. “You need to leave my estate…you need to leave me.” He was serious. Dead serious.

“No.” You murmured and Yoongi groaned in annoyance. “Please don’t be stubborn this time. You need to leave. I’m doing this for your safety.” He pulled away from you to reach under your bed for your suitcases. “Start packing now, because you’re leaving for Italy in the morning.” His words came out rushed but you quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him away from your dresser full of clothes.

“Italy? You’re sending me off to Italy?” Your words came out louder than you thought and Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Yes, now please don’t argue with me and just help me pack your things.” He pulled from you again to start grabbing your clothes and shoved them into your suitcase.

You were starting to get upset. You still had no explanation as to why you were being forced to move to Italy, of all places. And you were even more confused by the fact that it seemed that Yoongi was not going to be going with you. “Yoongi, stop!” You yelled, grabbing your clothes from him and throwing them onto the ground.

“Stop telling me what to do and just tell me what is happening!” You were frustrated, but you needed to calm down to keep this from turning into some huge unnecessary fight. “You’re just going to have to trust me.” He grabbed your face, your cheeks in his palms. “Please…just trust me.”

He was hurting, you could tell, and it ate away at you that you had no idea what was affecting him. “Yoongi…if you tell me what is wrong, then I’ll pack.” You spoke to him softly, not wanting to make him more upset than he already was.

He was hesitant, his eyes searching yours before finally speaking. “The Yun’s know about the fact that we’re getting married.” He blurted out. You blinked at him, confused. “Who are the Yun’s?” 

“They’re one of the powerful families under us. Their son is also taking over and he hates me more than anything. He somehow found out about you and I getting married, and he knows that once our families become one, we’ll be unstoppable. He wants to make his territory bigger, and take over our cartel and our deals. I can’t let that happen…so he apparently has hired a hitman for you. The best hitman in Korea. I don’t know his name, but I know what he looks like and what he is capable of.” Yoongi explained everything to you and you stood there, taking all this information in with shaking knees.

“So I’m moving you to Italy. You’ll stay with Namjoon and the others, they’ll protect you.” You shook your head quickly. “But, what about you? I don’t want to go without you…” You felt your eyes start to water. You were scared, yes. Scared like hell but you knew you wouldn’t feel as scared with Yoongi by your side. He sighed, his voice was shaking.

He was trying not to cry either. “I need to stay here…just until I know that he isn’t in the area anymore. Then I will go to Italy and stay with you until the coast is clear, or until we are able to kill him before he kills you.” The last part of his sentence came out as a whisper, the realization of the possibility of your death left him feeling cold, and a shiver ran up his spine.

“How long until then?” You asked and Yoongi shrugged. “I’m not sure…” You bit your lip, trying to find any way possible to see him. “Could I find a way to call you? Or send you letters?” He shook his head, a groan of irritation rising from his throat. “(Y/N), you’ve been raised around the mafia your whole life. You should know that won’t be a good idea…he’ll track that easily and be at your door in less than a day. He’s smarter than us.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I just…I am worried. What if he…” You started to choke a little, your tears pouring out. “What if he hurts you?” Yoongi’s warm hands grabbed your face, his thumbs wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Don’t doubt your fiance. I’m a cold blooded killer.” You cleared your eyes from the tears, seeing a playful smirk on his face. You slapped his arm and he winced. “This is no time for jokes.” You scolded. A small smile spread on his lips and he pulled you close, his lips instantly on yours.

You kissed him slowly, wanting to savor it as long as you could. He was the one to pull away, yet your lips were only a centimeter apart. “I love you.”

You pulled away farther, looking at him with wide eyes. “Wha-what?” You asked. Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I said I love you. I’m not repeating it again.” You stared at him, your expression shifting from surprise to being completely calm.

“I love you too.”

The early morning sun almost didn’t feel real as you watched Yoongi’s family move your things onto the private jet. You held onto Yoongi’s hand tight, his eyes staring back at the estate. “I don’t know when I’m going to come back, so I’m going to go ahead and say that I’ll miss this place.” You looked over to see Yoongi staring back at you, his expression blank.

“You’ll be back soon…I’ll make sure of it.” His hand squeezed yours and the simple gesture brought you comfort but also fear. You had no idea what could happen in the following hours, let alone what could happen in the days to come, and frankly, you didn’t want to think about it.

“Everything’s ready to go.” Yoongi’s uncle came up to the both of you. “She should leave now so she can be there before the storm.” You listened to his words carefully, a pang of sadness hitting you like bricks. You were really leaving to live somewhere you’ve never been, and without the man that you loved.

You love him.

That made you even more sad knowing that your feelings for him grew to love and just like that, you were leaving him. “Please be careful…” You murmured, your eyes threatening to water again. Yoongi caressed your cheek, his lip coming closer to press a loving kiss against your lips. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and he followed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

You kissed him as if it were your last, because you never knew if it would be. That thought alone made you more sad than you’ve ever been. He clung onto you as if you were his life source, his kisses were loving but also deep and you almost got upset when he pulled away.

He rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, (Y/N).” He murmured. “I love you too, Min Yoongi.”

You pulled away from him, looking at his uncle before nodding and following him onto the jet. As you climbed up the narrow metal stairs, you could feel Yoongi’s eyes burning into your back but you couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him then you wouldn’t leave.

You got inside, sitting next to the window. You looked out, seeing Yoongi looking at you before instantly running towards the jet. You stared at him surprised as he got inside. “Yoongi, what are you doing?”

He instantly shushed you. “I almost forgot…I’ve been carrying this in my pocket for the past week because I have been too nervous to ask you…but I need to do it now. I can’t wait any longer.” You raised an eyebrow. “Yoongi, what are you talking about?”

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small black velvet box. “I know that it has been weird to call each other fiance, especially when I never officially asked you.” He explained, getting down on one knee. “But now is the time to ask, because…you mean more to me than life itself. I can’t imagine living without you, and just the thought of you not being with me hurts more than dying.” You watched wide eyed as he opened the box, revealing the most beautiful diamond engagement ring you have ever seen.

“When we’re together again, I want to look down and see this ring on your finger, and know that you’re going to be mine forever…if you’ll let me?” You exhaled the breath you were holding, it coming out shaky. ‘Yoongi…I-” You started but he interrupted you.

“(Y/N)…my dearest love, my never-ending heart beat, my air that I breathe and my soul that I keep. Will you officially marry me?”

You didn’t know how to handle the emotions you had, and as you stood in front of Yoongi, tears pouring down your face, you really thought about everything you’ve been through, and how everything felt right when you were with Yoongi. You love him. You truly love him.

“Yoongi…yes. Of course I will marry you.” You sniffled, Yoongi’s arms engulfing you in a tight hug and his lips crashed against yours. He pulled away, reaching down to grab your left hand and he slid the ring onto your finger. “I’ve never seen a hand so beautiful until I put this ring on yours.” He murmured, lifting your hand to press a kiss upon it.

You wiped your tears, a wide smile spreading across your face.

Yoongi told you that he loved you multiple times before getting off the private jet, leaving you alone to stare at the ring on your finger. You felt the jet take off and you looked out the window, seeing Yoongi’s body become smaller and smaller before disappearing.

You looked at your ring, taking it off to admire it. As you did so, your eyes came across writing engraved on the inside of the ring. “My Princess, My Sunshine.”

You stared at it, the words engraved leaving you speechless. Sunshine. That was what your father called your mother, and what your mother and father called you. The voice of your mother is still a strong memory for you, and your hands shook slightly as you put the ring back on and resting your hand against your chest.

And for the first time in a long time, you cried. Harder than you ever have. Because for the first time ever, you were truly happy.

Author’s Note!

Hello! I’m back from being in a sick-induced coma over the weekend! I know I definitely need to do some editing of this chapter since it’s sort of rushed so give me some time and it’ll be better, but if you want to read it now, then that’s fine!

This chapter is short because chapters 6-8 are going to be long and will most likely fuck you up so prepare for that xD

I love you all! Thank you for the never ending support and all of you being patient with me because I was definitely dying over the weekend but I’m better now! So now we can all be happy!

But anyways, I hope you all enjoy this! Please don’t hesitate to leave your opinions and reactions in my inbox :)



The temple of Aphaia, Aegina:

The sanctuary of Aphaia in Aegina lies above the headland of Ayia Marina on a hill offering a panoramic view over the sea. Worship on the site of the sanctuary goes back to prehistoric times, around 1300 B.C, when  it was associated with a female fertility deity, as is clear from finds brought to light by archaeological excavations.

It was originally thought that the temple of Aphaia was built in honour of Athena, whose figure dominated the two pediments of the temple. During excavations by German archaeologists in 1901, however, an inscription was found referring to the name of the local goddess Apha (Aphaia), making it clear that the temple was dedicated to Aphaia and not Athena.

According to myth, Aphaia, who is identified with Britomartis, daughter of Zeus and Karme, was loved by Minos and to escape his attention, jumped into the sea and emerged in Aegina, where she became “invisible” (άφαντη/αφαία, unseen) in a grove. She hid in a cave, probably the one on the north-east corner of the Archaic enclosure, in which many terracotta figurines and other votive objects dating from the Mycenaean period have been found.

In historical times, three temples were built in different periods on the same site near the area associated with the prehistoric cult. Of the first temple, which is dated to the early 6th century BC, only traces of the foundations survive. The second temple was larger, with an altar in the front of the east side. The surviving temple is the third, which was built in about 500 B.C.

The pediments of the temple of Aphaia, which are dated to 490/480 BC, were adorned with scenes from battles fought inTroy and watched by Athena, whose figure was the predominant one at the center of both pediments. The east pediment depicted the campaign of Herakles against king Laomedon, and the west the Greek expedition under Agamemnon against Priam’s Troy. Part of the east pediment was destroyed during the Persian Wars, possibly from a thunderbolt.

The statues that survived were set up in the sanctuary enclosure and those that were destroyed were buried according to the ancient custom (in general old votive offerings and other objects of worship that had been weathered down, were not discarded, they were either buried, stored, or even “built in” the foundations of the temples).

The old composition  was replaced by a new one with a battle scene featuring Athena at the center. The pedimental sculptures were excavated in 1811 by Baron von Hallerstein and the architect C.R. Cockerell. They were put up in auction in Italy and purchased in 1813* by Ludwig I, king of Bavaria and father of Otto, first king of Greece. They were raken to the Glyptothek in Munich, where they have been on display ever since. Parts of the destroyed east pediment were found furing Furtwangler’s excavation and are now displayed in the National Archaeological Museum, in Athens.

Texts by L. Katsa

Part of the “reasons” listed by foreign museums that forbid the return of artifacts belonging to monuments, is that they have been owned by them for two centuries more or less. However, the greek state still paid off loans plus interest that were taken during the greek war of independence- that is before the existence of the official greek state- well into the 20th century*. Because of these loans greek lands had been mortgaged to foreing banks, and it was impossible for these lands to be redistributed to farmers. And what’s even more is that despite that Greece had loaned a certain amount, it actually received roughly a little over 50% of these money. The state still paid off however the whole amount plus interest on the 100%. So personally, I don’t see how we can both owe and pay off money we never received two centuries ago, but parts of monuments that belonged to Greece for over 2 milleniums can’t be owed to us.

So whenever you hear about the greek debt just replace everything with Greece was the best client of foreign banks for two centuries, and circa 2010 when there was a chance we wouldn’t owe as much we had to have an artificial crisis so we can owe money for two centuries to come. And whenever you hear about greek artifacts belonging more to foreign museums than Greeks just replace everything with Non-Greeks that don’t live in Greece believe that Greeks in Greece are not greek enough to have greek stuff from Greece.

*I was born in the 20th century, for all you youngsters.