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one of my favorite posts of all time
Hm ok what the fuck is this thing
New image of it has been captured.. still unsure of what the fuck
I wish people followed me for my blog not my massive dick.
woke up to find my knight sharpening his sword in complete darkness like some kind of freak
Actual roman epitaph for a dog
humans are the same
Iāve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: itās a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).
Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,
Ā Ā Ā Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.
Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille
Ā Ā Ā Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.
Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem
Ā Ā Ā Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis
Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,
Ā Ā Ā Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.
Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas
Ā Ā Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,
Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,
Ā Ā Ā Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,
Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter
And hereās my translation:
Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit.Ā āthree periods of five years).Ā For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck.Ā I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human.Ā Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself!Ā You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps.Ā You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you.Ā Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...
tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved.Ā (another translation with some glossing of the text.)
It's the fact she's joined to them in death, it's the fact that she sat in her owner's arms and ate their food. That he held the cups down for her to drink from....
Hundreds of years and we still know she was loved. We still know how she liked to sleep. All these years!! Loving dogs is the same!!!!
gonna point out too that 15 years is an INSANELY long lifespan for a dog in ancient Rome. This dog was both well loved and well cared for to have lived so long. Obvs there's going to be some statistical overlap with ancient dogs with loving epitaphs having longer lifespans, but in a world without modern vetrinary science or medicine, no canine vaccines, and no nutritionally formulated dog food, this Roman's beloved pooch exceeded even the average pet dog lifespan today.
i love you rice with some bullshit
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all the things he will and wonāt come clean about
fem!reader x shadow monster | technically a prequel to this
TW: smut, stalking, weird c*m, cnc, masturbation, some light mentions of cucking, jealousy, hurting others
Your shadow canāt wait to pour out his heart to you. Heās been watching you for so, so long, and heāll keep watching, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself to you. Oh, the things heāll tell you.
Like how for the past few weeks, heās been messing with you, purposefully not mirroring your movements. Every time you look back at him, he goes back to being a regular shadow, all to get just one more glance of you. He loves the way that cute surprised look on your face turns to frustration when you canāt catch him in the act.
And heāll finally tell you where he hid those cute lacy panties you bought. You know, the ones you thought you looked so nice in? He canāt wait to see the blush on your face when he hands them back to you, completely soaked in blackness. He doesnāt feel a hint of remorse over what he did to them.
He imagines leaning in and whispering the story in your ear, and how wet youāll get as he recounts it. About how he caught a glimpse of them underneath your skirt on a sunny day where his imprint traveled right beneath you. About how he couldnāt help himself. That when you fell asleep that night, he took them from the laundry basket and stood over your bed. It smelled so fucking good, you smelled so fucking good.
Heāll tell you how he breathed them in until the ache in his dick was unbearable. Until he couldnāt help but wrap it around his cock and jerk off into them. He fucked his hand so hard that night, wishing it was your dripping pussy he was pumping into instead. He did it right over your peaceful, sleeping face, part of him hoping youād wake up so he could give you a present. The thought of him waking you up to a facial, to his hot inky cum painting your face, gets him hard as he thinks about it.
āFuck, sheād look so good in black,ā he thinks to himself.
But there are things he wonāt dare to mention. Like how he stole something else, one of your favorite tops that went missing last year. He wonāt tell you how he climbed into your unmade bed while you were out and dragged himself through your sheets, clutching them, smelling them. He wonāt tell you about the heartbroken moans that cracked through him as he got drunk of your scent. āYou were right here,ā heād think to himself. āRight fucking here.ā
He wonāt tell you how he grinded face down into your mattress. How he used your top as a towel to keep his mess contained, hiding the fact he was there. How every desperate whimper was a prayer for you. āMine, mine,ā heād groan into your pillow as his pitch black cum soaked your blouse, the original color barely recognizable at this point.
He wonāt tell you about all the times heās watched you naked. The shower, changing, in bed touching yourself, you name it. Heās learned exactly what he needs to do to have you moaning and coming for him. But, heās too ashamed to tell you that he sometimes wants to be selfish and just burst out of his flat existence and use you like a little cocksleeve regardless of your fear. Heās constantly fighting the urge to fuck you dumb and senseless, until those terrified screams turned to desperate pleas for more inches of cock.
But the worst of all, the secret heāll take to his grave, is what heās done to all the boys youāve brought home. Heās hated them all. Hated the way those unappreciative bastards used you up, dimmed your light. Theyād get their rocks off and leave you high and dry, making you feel like you werenāt good enough.
He done so many things to make their lives hell. Thereās no explaining the slashed tires, keeping them from driving over to you. Or the crushed phone screens when you sent them a nude. No, no. Your perfect body should only belong to someone who knows you. Every night they made you cry, he hatched up some new form of payback for them.
Some nights too, heād pay them a personal visit, acting like some sleep paralysis demon haunting their waking nightmares. He had too much fun flickering the lights, rattling their beds, and chasing after them in dark hallways with loud footsteps. Heād lurk in the dark corners of their bedrooms, pretending to speak in tongues. It got so bad some of them had priests over to cleanse the house. He gets so giddy when he thinks back on those memories, but perhaps those things are better left unsaid.
i'll be honest thinking about las vegas makes me nauseous.
like this shouldnt be possible.
Every part of Vegas feels like it's pulled out of fiction and is Incredibly off-putting. It's a major city in the middle of one of the world's most inhospitable deserts
Its famous for recreating other world landmarks on a small scale. It uses this as a trap to bait people into making life ruining decisions. It's motto is essentially "never speak of what happened here". Fucked up
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Skin-piercing blood-sucking moths V: Attacks on man by 5 Calyptra spp. (Lepidoptera, Noctuidae) in S and SE Asia
In a chronology of 11 cases, male adults of scarce C. bicolor, C. fasciata, C. ophideroides, C. parva and C. pseudobicolor are proved for the first time to attack man (the author) and pierce the skin to suck blood under natural conditions in the field. [ā¦]
H. BƤnziger,Ā Mitt. Schweiz. Entomol. Ges.Ā 62Ā (3ā4),Ā 215ā233 (1989)
I think itās important context to know that Calyptra look like this
(photo credit: debtaylor142 / iNaturalist)
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