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New Orleans’ Garden District and Why You Need it in Your Life-

     My first time visiting New Orleans was when I was 20 years old in the middle of a national tour with only one day to experience and enjoy it as much as I could, and I did. I immediately immersed myself in the culture and fell madly in love, as if I just discovered who I was and what I truly loved. Typically when people think of New Orleans they think barbaric college kids, mardi gras beads, or a rundown urban ghetto… which in a sense is dead on if you have tunnel vision, but there is SO much more to this city.

     The Garden District/Uptown area is my absolute favorite neighborhood of anywhere I have ever been. The area was originally developed between 1832 and 1900 and is considered one of the best-preserved collections of historic Southern mansions in the United States. What initially took my breath away was the architecture. I have always had a profound love for opulent, mid-1800′s architecture including Greek Revival, Colonial, and Victorian styles such as Italianate, and Queen Anne, but had never seen them so vast in person. The second showstopper was how the foliage abounds far and wide; from the tree lined streets, to the lush gardens nearly every home possessed. It is positively one of the most visually appealing places in the United States.

     Below I have comprised a list of 10 places you MUST enjoy during your next visit to New Orleans in order of how they appear above. Enjoy:

1. The Wedding Cake House
This ostentatious Victorian, Georgian revival mansion is one of the most prominent and recognizable historical residences along St. Charles Ave. Can you imagine an entire neighborhood of these?
Built in 1896-Located at 5809 St. Charles Ave.

2. The Carroll-Crawford House
The elegant, but dark Italianate design with the fine cast-iron double galleries will always remind me of the first time I saw this type of architecture… Disneyland’s Haunted House; it was surreal.
Built in 1869-Located at 1315 First Street.

3. St. Charles Street Car
You can hop on at several locations along St Charles and Carrollton and jump off at the French Quarter On Carondelet/Canal St. or vice versa AND it’s only $3 for a day pass.

4. Lafayette Cemetery
Known for its old, often crumbling, and occasionally open, above ground tombs, Lafayette is easily one of the most fascinating cemeteries you will ever visit. Although St. Louis Cemetery is generally the first sought after by tourists due to it’s location in the French Quarter and the graves of more celebrities, Lafayette is much more serene and picturesque cemetery that you could probably spend hours in.
Established in 1833-Located at: 2010 Washington Ave.

Tips: There are gates on each of the roads around the cemetery, but only the Washington and Sixth St are unlocked. Also, there is an awesome coffee shop across the street called Still Perkin’.

5. Blue Phoenix
This is a wonderful place to acquire metaphysical and new age supplies including: herbs, oils, incense, amulets, cool candles, crystals, voodoo dolls and other spiritual supplies.
Located at: 4304 Magazine St.

6. Sucre
An Uptown sweet boutique that features an assortment of handcrafted, luscious chocolates, fresh gelato, one-of-a-kind pastry masterpieces and super-premium coffees.                       
Located at: 3025 Magazine St.

7. Audubon Park
This is a beautiful Uptown park that borders both the Mississippi River and St. Charles Ave. with a great set of walking/bike paths and plenty of benches near the lake, under the overgrown, live oak trees, also adjacent to the Audubon Zoo.
Located at: 6500 Magazine St.

8. Commander’s Palace
You will find this place at the top of every “Where to Eat in New Orleans” list. Located just across the street from the Lafayette Cemetery, this large, but intimate Victorian house is the perfect place to get some of the best Southern food New Orleans has to offer.
Located at: 1403 Washington Ave. Established in 1880

9. Dos Jefes Cigar Bar
If you’re interested in a more relaxed, but entertaining place to enjoy your evening, Dos Jefes features live jazz with great top shelf liquor and there is never a cover charge.
Located at: 5535 Tchoupitoulas St.

10. Hubbard Mansion B&B
This is an exquisite family owned business located in the heart of the Garden District that offers five exquisitely furnished suites in the Main House, and two executive apartments. The beautiful rooms recall the grandeur of 19th century New Orleans. The St Charles Street Car stops right out front for a convenient, quick ride to the French Quarter.
Located at: 3535 St. Charles Ave.


Binghamton Ny ~ Historical House ~ Italianate House Style by Onasill ~ Bill Badzo
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Italianate architecture knew no class boundaries. The high square towers made the style a natural choice for upscale homes of the newly rich. However the brackets and other architecture details, made affordable by new methods for machine production, were easily applied to simple cottages.

Daddy Kink! Demetri Volturi X Reader (SMUT)

Daddy Kink! Demetri Volturi X Reader

Note: I’ve never written a full out smut – just headcanons so I’m keeping it as mellow as I can. Be warned! SPANKING, FINGERING, AND IMPLIED SEX! Please give me feedback and some more requests! (And if you do request, be very detailed on what exactly you want; when you say a fluffy Demetri x reader or something similar, be sure to include a topic) Thank you, and enjoy reading! ❤️

Demetri had always been over protective of you. Even to the point of making a list of rules to follow – for your safety of course. One of them was “Never go outside the bedroom without myself (Demetri) or a high up guard.” Of course, you thought this was stupid. You couldn’t even go to the kitchen to get a snack without being watched. When you lived with your family or on your own, you could do whatever you want; now, you’re like a trapped bird in a cage.

So you decided that Demetri was being dumb and you weren’t going to do what he said. Bad idea. You snuck out of the castle, thanking God that it was court day so no one would be roaming the halls. You fled to the main plaza and decided to treat yourself to a pastry and coffee/tea at the local café. As soon as you were seated, an attractive Italian man started waiting on you, not even holding himself back from flirting. He was cute, but you already had Demetri…..right?

So you flirted with back with the man. After all, it was flattering and a nice way to pass the time. Besides, Demetri would never find out. At least, that’s what you thought.

All of a sudden, the waiter froze mid sentence, gazing behind you with wide, terrified eyes. You turned to see a tall cloaked figure, with the crimson eyes you know so well, peaking out.

“(Y/N), I believe you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for me to have mine.” He grasped your wrist, leading you back to the castle in a hurry.

By the time you reached your room, Demetri flung you onto the bed and locked the door. You flipped yourself over, gaining your bearings as you looked up to see Demetri staring at you from across the room. He had taken off his cloak and was now slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt. You began to grow quite scared as he had never look quite so … intimidating – at least towards you.

Once his shirt was off and his bare chest was in plain view, he sat down on the love seat by the fire place. You stared, your heart racing in arousal and fear at what was to come. Demetri patted his lap.

“Come here, baby girl. Time for your punishment.”

You gulped before standing on weak legs. You tried taking your first step in his direction before he interrupted you with a smirk.

“Uh, uh, uh. Crawl.”

You just stood there, once more in shock until he motioned to the floor, his smug smirk growing. You hesitantly got onto your hands and knees and made your way towards him. You finally reached him, after a humiliating five seconds. You placed your hands on his clothed knees, eyes begging for consolation. But he gave you none.

“Now lie across my lap, kitten.”

Your cheeks flushed with heat once more, bringing yourself to lie down across his stone cold lap like he demanded. With a gentle touch, me began to tug down your pants and underwear, exposing the soft flesh underneath.

“What are you-“


“Count, princess. Count your spankings.” You heard him snarl from above you, his voice deep and rough.

“O-one!” You exclaimed, flushed when the sting of pain shot straight to your core.


You gasped out, by this time panting as your wetness quickly started to coat your inner thighs. The throbbing at your core and the feeling of Demetri’s hand groping your ass pleasurably, the only thing on your mind. You arched your back, moving your ass further into your mate’s hand as you moaned.

Demetri hummed in near contentment, his fingers dancing a bit lower than before.

“What a good kitten you are, princess. So willing to please her daddy.” Slowly, he started to insert a finger into your cunt, stretching you.

You welcomed the intrusion with a gasp and a grind down onto his finger. As soon as you did so, he grinded his hand back into you, being sure to press a finger onto your clit in slow, sensual circles. You clenched around him, throwing your head back in ecstasy. You could feel your core start to pulse as Demetri inserted another finger, now thrusting into you much harder and faster.

“Do you like this, baby girl? Do you like being fucked by daddy’s fingers?”

“Yes, daddy!” You shouted, hands clawing at his thighs as the pulsing in your pussy got stronger and quicker, making your head cloud and your eyes water at the sensation.

“Whose are you, princess?”

“Y-yours, daddy! Only yours!” You replied quickly as he started to slow down.

“Good, kitten. Now make your daddy proud and cum for him.” Demetri purred as he started to grope your ass with his free hand, planting another slap there. Right as you felt the harsh sting, wanton moans erupted from your mouth as your core pulsed pleasure into every nerve of your being. Cum coated your walls and thighs, making a squishing noise as Demetri pulled his fingers from inside you.

You turned your head, tiredly through half lidded eyes to see Demetri holding his cum covered fingers to his nose, breathing in the scent of your submission to him. Without another word, he stuck them in his mouth, cleaning off the remains with a moan. He met your eyes, taking his now clean fingers out with a smirk.

“I bet my princess is tired from her adventures today. Let daddy tuck you in.” Demetri said, picking you up and placing you in the bed, right before whispering in your ear. “But, don’t think you’re getting away that easily, kitten. We’ll be continuing your punishment after you wake up.”

Guys i was gonna do a screenshot redraw of origins and was watching it on Netflix and have a handful of observations because ive actually never rewatched it in the english version. But when Marinette tells off Chloe at the end just before umbrella scene she is 100000% more savage in english and its so freaking AWESOME it is so much more satisfying. for the most part i prefer watching in french first then english later, but that one particular conversation was so much cooler. Cause she may have said crud but you can HEAR what she wanted to say. 

also i watched umbrella scene in every language and Master Fu in Italian has an extremely attractive voice and i am so so uncomfortable with it 

Italian Plagg is my new favorite Plagg. Also Italian Marinette is cuuuuuute and Italian Nino has a very pleasant voice. I would enjoy and audio book by him. Also Italian adrien laugh starts with a classic “Bwahaha” and i love it

English Marinette is probably my favorite but French Marinette is a close second. Master Fu sounds SUPER different in spanish. I like spanish Wayzz too but French Wayzz is my favorite with english in second spanish in third and italian in four ( i love them all though) 

peachbellinilesbian replied to your post: Woah, original anon here. (The one who said I…

Just gonna say, Italian men are pretty gross and sleazy. And VERY misogynistic

i absolutely don’t doubt that since many of the guys from my home-town are italian and they were the bane of my existence

I’m tired of the are-Italians-white discourse. 

Llisten up motherfuckers we ain’t Black or White we’re Italians. We are proud Mediterraneans and descendants of the glorious Ancient Romans. We’re genetically blessed and widely regarded as the hottest, most beautiful people in the world as well as among the best lovers. Everyone would like to have sex with us. “Why are Italians so hot,” “why are Italian guys so attractive” people ask Google all the time (yeah that’s right). The demand for Italians in British nightclubs equals the demand for tea. Are Italians white? Nobody cares. We get even hotter in the summer, all tanned and shit.

Concept of whiteness? 

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Straight into the trashcan.

anonymous asked:

Hi! May i have a scenario where yamamoto squalo xanxus and ryohei react to their s/o saying "i think you f**ked/screwed a whole language outta me"?

Look at me, actually learning things, haha. 

Yamamoto lay off to the side, panting quietly as he watched you recover from your third orgasm that night. Your breathing was harsh, and sweat was covering your body in a thin layer. Your eyes, normally so expressive and full of life were staring, dazed, at the ceiling. “[Y/N]?” Yamamoto asked, brow furrowing with worry, “Are you okay?” You didn’t respond, still staring blankly upwards. Yamamoto leaned up on his forearm, frustration and fear leaking into his expression. He knew he’d been too rough. Even if you’d asked for him to let himself go, he still should have held back for your sake. “[Y/N]!” Finally, your eyes met his, and you smiled, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. “I think you fucked a whole language out of me. You broke me, Baseball-Brain.” your tone was teasing, and it made Yamamoto relax. It seemed he hadn’t hurt you after all. “Now, now, it’s fine, isn’t it?” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly, snuggling in close. “Vulgarity is still a part of your vocabulary, you can’t be too broken.” “Ah, you’re right,” you agreed, closing your eyes and breathing in his scent, “We’ll just have to try again tomorrow.”

With a grunt, Xanxus snapped his hips into yours a final time, spilling his seed deep inside of you. He lay over you after a moment, tucking his head into your neck, feeling himself slowly going soft within you. Your hands ran over his back, soothing his tense muscles. He’d come home from a meeting angry and determined to make you scream. You’d accepted his challenge, and had managed to successfully stay quiet through the entire lovemaking process. Now, though, when Xanxus most expected you to speak, you were still silent. He pulled away from you with a scowl, getting up and walking, fully naked, to the bar across the room. He poured himself a drink and tossed it back, all the while met with silence. He was starting to feel like he lost something. With a snarl, he turned back to you. “Say something, trash!” You turned your eyes to him, and a lazy, satisfied grin spread across your face. Your response came in jumbled English, which surprised Xanxus; normally you spoke Italian with him. “I think you fucked the Italiano right out of me.” With a grumble, Xanxus turned back to the bar, pouring two drinks this time. “You are Varia,” he handed you one of the drinks and slid back into bed with you, “I have at least six more to make you forget.”

Smugly, Squalo stared at your spent body, as he lay next to you in bed. “How was that, [Y/N]? Better than that Vongola Storm-Trash?” Your response was silence and a roll of the eyes. Squalo had recently found out that, before you two had gotten together, you’d slept with Gokudera Hayato a few times. He was displeased to say the very least, and had set about making you feel better than Gokudera ever had. Tonight, his plan had finally succeeded, teasing you until you swore up and down nobody fucked you better than Superbi Squalo. “VOI! Answer me!” With a grunt and a smirk, you turned your back to him and closed your eyes. “[Y/N]! DAMN IT, ANSWER ME!” You threw a look at your fiancé over your shoulder, and saw his pretty grey eyes alight with fury. Apparently not speaking was wounding his sensitive pride. So you opened your mouth, and a string of gibberish was all you could muster. Squalo’s face went blank, and he stared at you. After a moment, he threw his head back and laughed loudly. “I bet that trash never fucked a whole language out of you, [Y/N]!” He continued to make fun of you until you were as red as an apple. Rolling your eyes at him, and hiding your burning face in a pillow, you resigned to scold him in the morning, when you actually could speak.

Ryohei’s hips stuttered, eyes clenched tightly  as he neared his end. His hands clutched your hips tightly, pulling you into his thrusts as you rode him. You came first, crying out and falling limply over your boyfriend’s chest, as he continued to work for his own orgasm. With a call of “EXTREME!” that had you giggling, Ryohei’s hips gave one final jerk, before he was emptying inside of you. His hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, and he rubbed gently as you both tried to calm your breathing. Turning your head so your mouth was next to his ear, you kissed his lobe gently. He heard you whispering in Italian, “Credo che ti sei scopato una lingua tutta fuori di me,” and his brow furrowed. “Your Italian is extremely attractive, but I don’t know what that means.” You just grinned and shook your head. In the morning, after waking up to you being at work already, he saw a note on your pillow, reading, “It meant, ‘I think you fucked a whole language out of me.’” He chuckled and clutched the note to his chest. “That’s extreme,” he murmured.

figliodiroma  asked:

Antonio wasnt exactly known for being kind when he was drunk, but he was actually more pressed with the matter that a rather attractive Italian man was standing not too far in front of him. He stumbled towards him and slammed his hands onto the bar. “tú eres muy guapo” he smirked and leaned down slightly, laying his back on the bar. “Tú y yo haremos los niños mas bonitos” 


Louisville Kentucky ~ Old Louiville Historic District ~ 1321 S 4th St ~ Italinate Architecture 1890’s by Onasill ~ Bill Badzo
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You Are Watching: GHOST KING (part 13)

(Beta read by @honestoafault ! )

Lou of course had agreed to not talk about the episode until after it had been released on TV, but she wasn’t prepared for how hard it would be. Especially since Cecil, Will and surprisingly Nico had been hounding her with questions. Okay Nico wasn’t as bad as Will and Cecil but still. But as they sat at their favorite table for their weekly “study” sessions on Tuesday at ‘I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream: Ice Cream Parlor.’ It was a weird, Hole-in-the-wall kind of place but the group of friends loved it. It was an old horror film themed ice cream shop, that Nico absolutely adored, he was also the one to show it to them. At first they did go to the place to study but then they studied less and less and just ate more ice cream and watch old horror films. But at the moment, even Lou couldn’t enjoy her Rocky Horror (which just a spruced up version of Rocky Road) ice cream, which was her favorite. But the boys kept asking, and asking about the investigation.

“Was he cool? I bet he was cool!” Will gushed as he shoved a spoonful of The Blob into his mouth. Nico laughed at the boy and handed him a napkin which Will gratefully took.

“Maybe give her a break? She did say she wasn’t allowed to discuss it.” He reasoned as he stole a bite of Will’s ice cream smugly. Those two seemed to be finally opening their eyes and realising their feelings but they still hadn’t put the moves on the other or made any move to confess or anything. It was almost more frustrating than the constant questions thrown at her. Okay it was wayyyyyy more frustrating.

“Like I said. He was pretty cool. But short.” Lou responded with a knowing smirk.

“I don’t think shortness undermines his coolness, Lou.” Cecil mumbled through his mouthful of Dracula. (And that was not a euphemism for anything)

“Yeah! Take Death Boy over here for example! He’s fun size.” Will exclaimed as he slung an arm around Nico’s slender shoulder and pulled him close. The dark haired boy rolled his eyes and took a bite of his, The Undead ice cream, but the blush he tried to hide was unmistakable. So was his wincing. He was wincing like a lot. He also hadn’t taken off his jacket, which, okay, was kinda normal since the inside of the shop was pretty chilly, but still it wasn’t to the point of wearing a fleece lined jacket. True, the aviator jacket was his favorite but it was not cold enough to wear it, at least Lou thought so, and even though Lou had heard Will rant about how odd it was that Nico was naturally cold, like apparently it was very odd from a medical standpoint, but there was not much they could do for it.

“Hey, Nico. Why are you wearing your jacket in here? It’s not that cold.” Cecil voiced Lou Ellen’s thoughts without knowing so.

The Italian looked up at them through his lashes as he was ducking out of Will’s side embrace. “I’m cold? Is there something wrong with that?” He asked a tad too defensive if you asked Lou.

Cecil held up his hands and laughed, “Chill dude. I was just saying.”

“You sure you’re okay? You’ve been wincing a lot?” Will asked as he looked at the boy of his affections.


Will noticed Nico wincing, of course he did, he noticed everything. Okay not everything, but most things. Most things concerning the dark haired brown-eyed boy.

Like how he bit his lip when he was deciding whether to tell the truth or not.

“Nico.” Will chided.

Nico sighed. “I may or may not have gotten hurt on Sunday….” He finally admitted as he poked at his melting ice cream.

Will felt his heart race a bit, mainly because of how cute Nico could be, and also because he got hurt. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked worriedly.

Nico pouted a bit and slipped off his jacket to reveal his right bicep wrapped in bandages. “I was taking a walk with Bianca when our neighbor’s dogs got out, and you guys know how much animals love me, well long story short, I got chased, tried to jump a fence…well I did jump over a fence, but tripped once I landed and I fell on some glass, thankfully it only got my arm.” He explained as he sipped at his soda and looked anywhere else that wasn’t the people sitting at the table.

____________________ Nico’s dad and Bianca had helped him come up with the lie about how he got hurt, it wasn’t like he could just say a crazy poltergeist threw sharp ass surgery scissors at him, and hey, look at that it had pretty good aim! Yeah, so they came up with a lie for him so he wouldn’t be blindsided if his friends noticed and questioned him. Which he was pretty grateful for at the moment. But he hated the worry in Will’s eyes when he finally looked at his friends. “How many stitches?” The gorgeous blond asked as he gently stroked the bandages, causing Nico to shiver slightly. “Uh, I think like eight or ten, it’s not that bad.” Nico mumbled. “ You’re not straining it?” Will questioned, going into what Lou, Nico, and Cecil called his ‘Doctor Mode.’ The Italian rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Yes, Dr. Solace. I’m not straining it. I’m actually capable of taking care of myself thank you.” “Uh-huh.” “You sound like you don’t believe me Solace.” “Maybe that’s because I don’t, di Angelo.” And now Will was closer than before, which wasn’t much but it still was enough to make Nico blush, but definitely not back down. It had been awhile since their last banter, so better make this one last, right? Nico scooted closer, they were now face to face, merely inches away from one another, just glaring. “Just what are you implying Sir Butt Munch?” A thin light brow raised itself in amusement. “Oh nothing, Mr. Vomit Comet-” “You swore you wouldn’t speak about that!” Nico squeaked indignantly. Will smirked smugly. “ I didn’t give out any details did I? Anyways back to the point, you don’t take care of yourself. Okay that’s a lie sometimes you do, but I highly doubt you’re treating that wound right.” “But I am!” Nico defended with a pout. “Suuurrrrreeeeeee.” Will drew out with a laugh. What finally broke their standoff was Lou Ellen clearing her throat. They both turned and looked at her expectantly. “As fun as watching you two flirt is,” both made surprised but defensive noises, “ I actually have a surprise for you Sir William.” Now that got Will’s attention, as he completely seemed to forget Lou’s ‘flirt’ comment, Nico however did not forget. And then Nico saw her take out a frame. Annnnnd inside the frame was the picture of himself he signed. Will let out the most delighted squeal, albeit high pitched. He made grabby hands and goodness gracious was that adorable, Nico thought as he watched Will with an amused but fond smile tugging on his lips. Cecil laughed at his friend as he recorded the whole ordeal. Will was saying words at an extremely fast pace, it was more like baby babble jibberish than actual words at this point and he practically jumped over the table to give Lou a hug and kiss her cheek. And Nico found himself more than a little jealous. Lou Ellen, who had initially loved the affection and praises, now looked more annoyed than anything and promptly pushed Will off her. “Yeah, yeah. I’m great.” She announced as he dusted herself off for show and laughed. “Where is my signed picture Lou?” Cecil joked. “Oh we all know Will is much more of a fanboy than you Cecil,” Nico voiced as he watched Will stroke the frame as though it was his most prized possession. Nico felt oddly honoured, and a bit jealous of himself, which was ridiculous but true. ______________________ Did Cecil’s eyes deceive him or did Nico di Angelo look jealous over a picture? Oh goodness he did! He was totally jelly! Which was sickeningly cute. Hands down, Cecil 100 percent honored the bro code, and yeah his and Will’s taste in people were vastly different but even he had to admit that Nico was hot, he wasn’t his type but he certainly was Will’s, and yet Cecil still found the Italian attractive and well it was known that Cecil was not a shy guy, and he would admit to thinking Nico was attractive if anyone asked him, well at least not to Will, bro code man. Bro code. Despite popular belief, Will Solace could show an emotion other than joy, and one emotion, Cecil witnessed more so than the others was the blond’s tendency to get jealous at alarmingly fast paces. Once, Kayla Knowles, Will’s half sister commented that Nico had a nice ass, and the glare he gave her! If looks could kill, Cecil was certain that Kayla and every possible reincarnation of her had all died simultaneously. But anyways, looking at the two now Cecil was beginning to think that maybe his and Lou’s plan to get the two together was not a lost cause after all! Believe him they had been trying for like, forever. It was so obvious that they liked each other yet the two were so fucking oblivious about it. Honestly it was getting annoying, and he knew it was irritating Lou as well as the rest of their friends. Especially Jason. He had to be the biggest Solangelo shipper in existence. That was the ship name they gave Nico and Will. And the whole group of friends and shippers actually had meetings to come up with plans to get the two together. Yes some people thought that it was creepy and slightly obsessive to do so but they were all absolutely done with the sexual and romantic tension that came with the two being remotely near each other. It was suffocating. But they all really wanted them to be together, because as cheesy as it sounded, those two seemed made for each other, and they balanced one another out perfectly. If only they could see it.

Starbucks spamano barista AU where Lovino constantly writes pick up lines on frequent customer Antonio’s cup. But then lovi makes a coworker (different person everytime) give Tonio the cup and the poor guy can’t figure out who it’s all from but damn he hopes its that super attractive Italian who looks amazing turned around making the coffee every day