#Marble Types

[jsbstonex]

Green Marble Guide: Discover everything you need to know about green marble, from types and uses to care tips.

[vero-lynn]

CAN YOU…..HRGRGRH…HHHEGRHHH… HHUAAAUHGHH…DOES A BACKFLIPOHOAAAUUGH CAN YOU DRAW TIMLEX……..

No.

I know who you are.

[post-punk-author-anthony-day]

Goth -  Death in June, March Violets, Clan of Xymox, Christian Death, Southern Death Cult, Sisters of Mercy, Drab Majesty, Tropic of Cancer, 13th Chime, And Also the Trees, 

No Wave (Ice age, Sonic Youth) 

Darkwave - IAMTheShadow, this cold night, Tropic of Cancer, Nation of Language, Ritual Howls, A Projection, Topographies, Siglo XX, Bolshoi, Lust for Youth, VR Sex, A place to bury strangers 

[theancientwayoflife]

~ Apollo of the Cassel type.

Date: A.D. 125-150

Period: Imperial Roman

Medium: Marble (Paros marble)

[luciasatalina]

such a good nose

[faeryton]

hey um... listen. are we allies or enemies?... this will be the death of me.. like, remember when i told you not to smile and you got mad? but you'd always crack in the end... now you're not so quick to forget. are we allies or enemies man? cuz this will be the death of- this will be the death of me.

[nameless-sovereign]

I ship apple radio just because Charlie deserves the most loving dads ever because she's perfect and I love her

[beetlethebug]

hello friends, enemies, countrymen, i am here to ramble about emmrook breeding kink that will eventually be a fic if i can pull myself together long enough. once we get to the cut it will be NSFW under there, just an FYI

so, starts with emmrich seeing rook with a child

not quite with manfred--but another child. perhaps in the aftermath of minrathous. holding a lost child on their hip, their hand taken by another, a third child clinging to their legs. the way they crouch down, uncaring of the dirt and the blood and the ache in their knees to answer every question. the kindness of their hands as they wipe away smudges of dirt and ichor and brush strands of hair back into place.

he watches as rook is eventually coaxed into sitting, and no less than five children have flocked to their side, settling around and listening to them as they start to regale the story. There's a little girl on their thigh, and they have an arm around her back; she's hiding her face in their neck, clinging to them, and he is struck by how nice the image is. how he wants, desperately, to have a large family with rook. how he wishes he could slot himself within the picture, but it is perfect as it is

and then rook's head raises, and they meet his gaze and smile, warm and kind, and say, "and i couldn't have done it without my partner, emmrich. he's very smart, and can do magic. shall he show you a couple tricks?"

he is, on principle, opposed to being reduced to mere parlor tricks. but it is far worth it to perform small, ultimately meaningless acts of magic for his captive audience. their joy is infectious, bolstering his spirits.

and none raise him more than rook, who's eyes are shining, trained on his hands the way they always are when he casts. who's eyes grow dark, nearly possessive, when a little boy climbs up and into his arms to start examining his grave gold and demanding he create illusions of nugs and dragons and all manner of things.

that night, after they have bathed and are basking in the comfort of one another, rook rolls over and mentions, soft, "you were good with them."

he feigns ignorance, turning to meet them, running a hand along their cheek just because he can. "I do not know what you mean, darling." there's an excellent crinkle to their nose, a furrow to their brow that is annoyance, nothing heavier, and he lets himself grin. "the kids. you were good with them." a pause, as rook considers, and then, "did you ever think about having them? kids, i mean."

and it is easy to confess that yes, he did. that he wanted a family, and a home. a place that was warm, and safe. that he does not feel he could have such a life now, at his age, and that he is perfectly content to raise manfred alongside them.

rook listens, and nods, and the conversation is good and heartfelt, but it is the words they say at the very end that catch his attention. mumbled, perhaps not even meant to be said aloud at all.

"i could give you a baby, if you wanted."

and thus starts his obsession

it is one thing to imagine a family with rook; another entirely to imagine the act

and there is something about their wording that piques his interest. it is not rook having his children, or taking his seed and bearing new fruit. they are giving a baby to him. there are implications, there, surely, unless he is thinking about it too deeply

he has been known to fall fast and hard and recklessly, especially when it comes to rook

rook does not top often--a matter of preference, an arrangement on both their parts. but tonight they are, and it is driving him wild

he is on his back, legs wrapped around their hips, arching into the mattress as rook holds both of his hands. they're wearing at least three of his bangles, and the new set of earrings he bought for them, and they are so, so beautiful he could nearly weep

"is there something you want, emmrich?" they ask, indulgent, slowing the roll of their hips so that he is forced to consider. forced to writhe as they hold him steady, unrelenting in the all-consuming wave of his arousal.

he is an eloquent man; he is a man of articulate desires, well-crafted passions, and no blushing virgin. and yet he is a bumbling fool as he admits, with hardly any class at all, "I want you to give me a baby."

rook laughs, because of course they do. but it isn't cruel--it's surprised, joyful, and they're leaning down to kiss him before he can retract his words. bringing teeth, and quick, deep thrusts, as they growl against his mouth. they want it, he does not need to hear the words. but they pull back and demand, "say it again," and who is he to deny his darling anything?

so he says it. again and again and again. asks to be bred, to be filled, all manner of deplorable, shameful things as rook finds pleasure within his body, promising him the world and more with every plea that falls from his lips. it is shameful, surely, how hard he gets when rook hisses that he's going to be so round and full of his cum, that he's going to have to take another sabbatical because there is no way they are letting him leave the house until he's well and truly pregnant. it doesn't matter that it's impossible; what matters is that they want it, desperately, and the thought is enough to bring them to the edge over and over again.

what really does it though is rook's devilish voice, somehow still composed even after they are both sweaty and shaking and fucked out, pressed right against his ear, asking, "you want to be a daddy, emmrich?"

and they say old dogs cannot learn new tricks

[empty-dream]

The radiance of the paths that will lead to you The radiance of the paths that will lead from you Will never fade ↳ Ring Your Bell - Kalafina

[justanothervaultie]

Are you SEEING THIS? Are you fucking SEEING THIS?!?

Have I lost my marbles?

We are gonna get a Jurassic Park Deathclaw Scene in Season 2

I'M CALLING IT.

[questionthewitness]

you are made of pain and grief and regret and love. that is all you are, and all you have ever been, and all you ever will be.

or, tim wright, a brief synopsis.

gut punch, everybody's worried about owen | entry #20 | entry #15 | clarice lispector | entry #64 | entry #72 | entry #74 | unknown | entry #66 | the worm king's lullaby, richard siken | entry #83 | entry #80 | c. c. aurel | entry #83 | entry #84 | bitter water, the oh hellos | entry #17 | entry #84 | if my body could speak, bylthe baird | entry #86 | marian keyes | entry #87 | firstfullmoon, tumblr | entry #87

[maretriarch]

Just in time for 4/13 here's the second line of my r63 dolls, this time CREEPover themed with bonus accessories! in an ideal world they would come in adorable recuperacoon shaped packaging. and probably a sopor slime making kit because kids love slime. which one are YOU picking up from your local Goreget today?

[21fallouts-atmychemicaldisco]

Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears, rather ones that just don't care.

[snowaftermidnight]

wanted to draw smth for the birthday boy lol

[icarrymany]

mutual has me sad over tim and brian today

this is likely the last time they ever see each other and we can't be sure that either of them even remember it

[tategaminu]

"Keep my boyfriend out of your f***ing boat”

I'm pretty sure this mofo Finnegron (I'm not bothering remembering his name) is the one who kidnaps and beats Callum up so I hope Rayla whips his ass.

What if- WHAT IF. He asks her to fight in the arena again giving Callum in exchange for winning. She didn't win in the short story because she got discracted cuz Callum but maybe she will win now because he wants to save him! her weakness being her strenght now!

I doubt it will happen but It sounds angsty enough and I like it

Either way she gonna be insane trying to save him.

Edit: it ended up being the other way but I'm happy.