• Woman's Dress.
Designer/Maker: Callot Sœurs (France, Paris, 1895-1952)
Date: 1910-1915
Medium: Linen lace and silk satin with silk-knotted fringe.
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• Woman's Dress.
Designer/Maker: Callot Sœurs (France, Paris, 1895-1952)
Date: 1910-1915
Medium: Linen lace and silk satin with silk-knotted fringe.
I might have a thing for this absolutely gorgeous man. He is just so handsome, so fine and a great actor to boot.
“Who you belong to.”
“And where do you think you’re going… My little mouse?”
Every word dripped with venom that left the Colonel’s mouth.
Scrambling out of the room, you headed for the door, thinking he was behind you. Heart racing, you lept down the stairs as fast your trembling legs could take you. Seeing the door, it looked as if you were going to make it.
“Darling!”
You let out a surprised cry when the door flung open. The door revealing a grinning Hans Landa with his arms wide open.
You tried to skid to a stop, but he already had his arms around you. “You found me!” He laughed as you wiggled and squirmed in his arms. He dragged you back into the house, bringing you back towards the living room. “Did you really think I’d let you get away? After what I saw?” He bit out the words with bitter scorn. He dropped you into the blue and gray floral lounge couch.
“No!”
“No? Are you trying to tell me that I didn’t see you within the arms of another man the other day?”
You looked up at him with anger, yet looking for remorse. You looked into those dark hazel eyes, looking for any sign of softness or the usual playfulness he shared with you. Yet, all you could see was jealousy, possessiveness, and betrayal. “Hans, that was my brother.” You spoke in a hushed tone.
He raised his brows, but his expression remained the same harsh way. Waiting for you to explain further.
“He came down from Berlin to visit me, I hadn’t seen him in over a year. Of course I’m going to hug him!”
“Oh, but what of the other man I saw you with last night? Let me see… What was his name?” He rubbed the side of his defined jaw in mocking thought, “oh yes. Major Erik Schauster, was it?”
Your eyes widened at the name.
His grin expanded, “It seems I’m correct? And what little excuse will you give for this young man? Or is this another brother?”
“Hans..”
He suddenly leaned over you, placing both hands on either side of the couch to trap you inside. He leaned in close enough until you could see your reflection within his pupils. “Must I remind you, [y/n], who you belong to?”
You swallowed what bit of pride and bravery you could muster and whispered, “I belong to no one.”
He froze at your words. Stunned for a second.
Now your deepest fears had reached another level of terror at the sudden change of look in his eyes.
An aura of something predatory, something primal over came him. He reached out slowly and smoothed his hand up your arm, your shoulder and slid his fingers to the racing pulse of your heart beat in your throat.
A grin of sure malice split his face as he whispered back, “I beg to differ, my dear. You do.”
He slid you back into the seat, grabbing you by your shoulders and pulled you into a deep, harsh kiss that left you wanting more. His right hand slid down your waist to grasp your hip and press you closer to him, grinding himself against you. You whimpered into the kiss, shivering at the desire you craved for him. You fell back into the couch as he crawled over you, as lithe as a cat. His chuckle was low and deep in his chest as he pressed kisses along your throat, biting and niping enough to tear a squeal from you. He ran his tongue along the shell of your ear and whispered, “I promise you, [y/n]… You will be screaming who you belong to before the night is over.”
Heat pooled in your belly at the thought of his words and you squirmed excitedly as he began to crawl down your body, towards his next goal. He was right. He was always right. The hawk always got what he wanted…
Wrote this for a most talented writer who deserved something fun. I hope she likes it <3 she’s an inspirational writer and know she’ll go far <3
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- When everything it’s a dream -
by Pedro Gabriel
kai·ros
/ˈkīräs/
noun a moment opportune for action, words or movement. (like that of a first kiss)
mood: dusty rose, almond croissants, pearl earrings, mauve lipstick, black lace, hot chocolate, love letters, faux fur, sentimentality, pink ribbons, french architecture, ballet slippers, moonlight & warm love
please refrain from using faux fur!! the plastic fibers used in place of organic material are detrimental to nature!
It really is a shame I wasn’t born to be the empress of some empire. Because, as I wandered around my garden just now, I could vividly imagine my ladies in waiting following me around as I took my daily excursion to the gardens to sniff the flowers for fifteen minutes.
I would have made a fantastic rich heiress okay. THESE are my strengths. MY TALENTS.
Same. *sigh* C’est la vie 😂
I was born to the right family just a couple centuries too late :(
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏᴠs ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ sᴀɪɴᴛʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏꜰ ʀᴜssɪᴀ – ᴛsᴀʀ ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs ɪɪ, ʜɪs ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴛsᴀʀɪɴᴀ ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅʀᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴏʟɢᴀ, ᴛᴀᴛɪᴀɴᴀ, ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ, ᴀɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ – ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ᴏʀᴛʜᴏᴅᴏx ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴡᴀs ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʟsʜᴇᴠɪᴋs ᴏɴ 17 ᴊᴜʟʏ 1918 ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴘᴀᴛɪᴇᴠ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴋᴀᴛᴇʀɪɴʙᴜʀɢ; ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴛᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴏɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀs ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴀʀᴛʏʀsʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ᴏʀᴛʜᴏᴅᴏx ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴀʙʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴀʀᴇʀs ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʀᴜssɪᴀ.
An edition of The Sorrows of Young Werther at Goethe’s house in Wetzlar, 1974. Photo by Thomas Hoepker.
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"You cannot escape my grasp.
Not before the full moon."
We know that 20% of transgenders still feel unhappy after surgery (sexchangeregret.org), 41% of people who identify as transgender will attempt or succed in suicide in their lifetime (usatoday.com). Why is it okay to glorify this sort of mental illness, but it is frowned upon when it comes to depression and anxiety and OCD and others? These people need mental help, not notes giving permission to mutilate their own bodies because it might make them feel okay for a short amount of time. Robert “Alexis” Arquette detransitioned before he died from HIV. His choice to detransition was not widely publicized because it would not look good to transgenders.
‘There is nothing sweeter than his peace, nothing brisker than his life’
Ode to a cat by 18th century poet Christopher Smart “For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry” – WW1 prisoner of war and his kitten - Europeana
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Them
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Dude, Put Some Fucking Hose On!!!
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I think the thing you are missing in this post which is the most important are the 14th - 16th century Dutch pilgrim badges seen here:
Who cares about anything else in history when you can excavate in the Netherlands and actually find these, apparently there have been hundreds if not thousands brought up from rivers throughout the country.
The Dutch are great, say I as a totally non-biased person.
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