#79 CE

[thepastisalreadywritten]

[the-hierothot]

If you’re not feeling disturbed enough yet today—remember that the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 AD caused such a fast and violent temperature change that some people’s brains literally turned to glass.

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[lesbicastagna]

nothing is too much of a cishet man interest for me and my mutuals

that being said you guys should get into gundam. connect with your boomer classe 70 presente parents about it

[ciochinaflorin]

79 I 2024. ELIBERATORUL [Exod 2.10 I Luca 22.32] 19 Martie 2024

79 I 2024. ELIBERATORUL I Podcast I Pasaje Biblice : Exod 2 : 10 I Luca 22 : 32 I Meditaţii din Cuvânt I Cezareea I Reşiţa I 19 Martie 2024 I Eliberatorul. Moise a fost unul dintre cei mai mari eliberatori din istorie, deoarece a eliberat peste două milioane de oameni (iar aceasta este o aproximare care are în vedere un număr minim al evreilor eliberați din Egipt) ! A elibera înseamnă : „A da…

[mythologer]

The Herculaneum papyri are more than 1800 papyri that were carbonized by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius (79 CE), constituting the only surviving library from antiquity that exists in its entirety. Now using new x-ray technique, these scrolls are being read for the first time in millennia

[refccostore]

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[rucofusili]

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[regiawrites]

Spencer Reid- Switch

Warning(s): Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, GN!Reader, Handjob, Blowjob, Edging, Overstimulation, Brief Mention Of Aftercare, Multiple Orgasms

Word count: 1062

Notes: I may or may not have written this on my break at work

Summary: A drabble in which Spencer and Y/N play a rigged game.

At one point, Spencer would have told you Y/N was heaven-sent. Some angel cast down to earth that decided they liked him enough to stay. 

They were ethereal, and sweet, and whimsical in every way his daily life was not and he was an addict from the first moment they looked at him. A part of him felt unworthy of touching them, like they were a Saint, and his hands would sully them with the atrocities that they had committed.

Now, as he looks up them and sees not an angel cast down from heaven, but a demon summoned from hell to drag him down with their sweet torture. 

"47, 46, 45-" 

"Switch," they demanded, and he obeyed like it was second nature to him.

"45, 46, 47, 48..."

"Such a good boy for me, Spencer," they praised, tracing the tips of their fingers over the head of his cock. His body seized but by some miracle he kept counting, head spinning and tongue clumsy.

They were straddling his midriff, facing away from him, playing with his body to their heart's content. 

With one hand firmly gripping the base of his cock, they stroked him, twisting their hand with each upward stroke. 

"...52, 53, 54, 55- "

"Switch."

"Oh, fuck," he yelped when they slid their hand down to cup his balls and press their fingers into his perineum. Before he could even register what was happening, they pulled their hands away from his and landed one firm slap to his length, making him cry out. "I'm sorry!"

"You told me you were going to be good!" they drawled, tone so condescending and disappointed it made his head spin and his cock twitch.

"I'm sorry!" he pleaded, voice breaking with how ruined he was. "Please, one more chance! I'll be good!"

They turned around to look over their shoulder, the movement making their back arch and ass push back. He huffed in want, but kept his hands firmly at his sides, where they had instructed he keep them. 

The scrutiny in their cruel gaze made him whine, wiggling his hips desperately. "Please," he tried again. "Please, I'll be good."

With a brow raised, they silently turned back around and grazed their fingertips against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, their nails leaving pink marks as they teased him. He sobbed, his legs falling further apart. "Please..." 

"Keep counting," they commanded, still tracing lines over his skin and avoiding the one place he really wanted to be touched.

"55, 56, 57, 58..." 

With more grace than he could fathom at the time, they moved off him, ceasing all contact.

"...61, 62, 63, 64..." 

They climbed over his leg and settled between his legs, facing him. They gripped his cock so tight it was almost painful on his sensitive length, and he shuddered out a gasp but kept counting.

"...71, 72, 73, 74..." 

"Switch."

And with that, they slid the full length of him into their mouth, sucking so hard on him their cheeks hollowed completely. 

"Oh! OH! Oh, fuck!" he nearly screamed, squirming on the bed beneath them. "73, 72, 71..." 

They moved their head with a fast rhythm, too much for poor Spencer after hours of edging. The poor, pathetic thing was on the verge of tears as he fought against the urge to grab their head and rock his hips up. 

"...78, 79, 80..."

They pulled off him with an obscene 'pop!'- 

"Switch."

Before licking up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, swirling their tongue around the slit, taking him back into their mouth and resuming their harsh pace.

"...79, 78, 76, 75..."

His counting stuttered out between desperate whines and needy sobs as he wriggled and writhed, desperate. He'd been on edge for what felt like hours, and his voice was hoarse.

"...68, 67, 66, 65..." 

One last time, they pulled off and gave the command he'd been waiting for. 

"Cum." 

And he did.

Ceasing his counting as his back arched and his body spasmed. "Oh, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you!" he whimpered, body shaking and eyes rolling around in their sockets, he came hard. They pulled off their mouth just in time for him to spurt all over his own stomach, marking himself in his own filth. 

His orgasm seemed to last for ever, but as he crashed down from his high, they didn't stop their harsh strokes. 

He whined, attempting to crawl away, but they levelled him with a firm stare that held him in place. 

"What did you do wrong, pretty?" they asked, and he sobbed, shaking his head.

"I don't know!" he cried. "Y/N, baby, it's too much!" They clicked their tongue at him. 

"You stopped counting," they told him, grasping just beneath his head and rubbing a flat palm over his tip. "I told you not to stop until I said." 

"I'm sorry!" he whimpered. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" He tried to curl up, trying to ease the biting pleasure of overstimulation, but they spanked his thigh. He jolted at the sudden flash of pain.

"Stay still and take your punishment, like a good boy," the commanded. He whined, but still laid there. No matter how he bucked and squirmed and begged, they kept stroking him.

"Ah! Ah! Aaaah! PleasepleasepleaseI'msorry- "

His back arched into an even more harsh angle than before as he came a second time, whimpering so loudly the neighbours would probably have complaints. "Good boy," they cooed as fat tear drops began to roll down his cheeks. "Oh, baby, you're so pretty when you cry."

Gently, they wiped away the tears on his cheeks, whispering gentle appraisals and kind reassurances.

“I think…” Reid panted, trying to regain feeling in his toes. “I think that game may have been rigged, don’t you?”

Y/N giggled innocently, kissing him gently on the forehead before standing up. They shushed him good-naturedly when he whined and made grabby hands for them. “I’m only going to get you a towel and some water,” they told him. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“No,” he said, sitting up and wincing at the wet feeling on his torso. “No, I’ll be fine with a towel, just hurry up and come cuddle me.”

“Demanding,” Y/N teased, and he pouted at them.

“Please?”

“I’ll be back before you know it, baby.”

[venustapolis]

Wall Fragment with Winged Victory (Nike) (c. 50-79 CE, Boscoreale, Italy)

[mochademic]

100 Days of Productivity [Day: 79] || 100 Jours de Productivité [Jour: 79]

I've finally fallen back into a daily routine that I can be happy with. There's been enough time before & after work to get everything done that I've wanted to while also having enough time for me. It feels good to be back on track with my reading goal for the year & to be digging into book recommendations that are more to my liking.

early mornings are a lot more rewarding when you're able to spend them doing what you want to. & life feels like it's worth living when you can give yourself the freedom you deserve.

currently listening // Expression by my!lane, Jetha

J'ai enfin retrouvé une routine quotidienne qui me convient. J'ai eu assez de temps avant et après le travail pour faire tout ce que je voulais faire, tout en ayant assez de temps pour moi. Cela fait du bien de retrouver mon objectif de lecture pour l'année et de me plonger dans des recommandations de livres qui me plaisent davantage.

Les petits matins sont beaucoup plus gratifiants lorsqu'on peut les consacrer à ce que l'on veut. Et la vie vaut la peine d'être vécue lorsqu'on peut se donner la liberté que l'on mérite.

chanson // Expression par my!lane, Jetha

[earlgrey24]

Tagging @theghostofbean @trz4potttt @chaotic-history @brissot @talcifer-lurks @ptolemaicrevival @marcusagrippa @theromaboo @privateandshamefulvices @starsunderwater to kick things off (no pressure though!)

[blueiskewl]

Remains of Three New Pompeii Victims Discovered

The remains of three new Pompeii victims have been unearthed beneath the towering shadow of Mount Vesuvius - almost 2000 years after its catastrophic 79 CE eruption.

The skeleton remains are believed to have belonged to two women and a child, aged between three and four years old.

The trio are believed to have died while seeking shelter in what is suspected to be a bakery, during the first stage of the eruption.

"In these last rooms the bone remains of three victims of the eruption have surfaced," a statement from Pompeii Archaeological Park said.

"Three Pompeians who had taken refuge in search of salvation and who instead found their death under the collapsed attics.

"The individuals were found in an already excavated environment, where only 40cm remained of intact stratigraphy (earth).

"They rested in direct contact with the floor, and presented - together with evidence of important postmortem settlement processes - a series of perimortem traumas due to the collapse of the attic above."

A structure with two intact fresco walls were also discovered as part of the ongoing excavations in an area called Regio IX, a commercial part of town.

One of the walls depicted the sea god Poseidon and Amimone, the other portrays the sun god Apollo and his first love Daphne, who swore to remain a virgin and spurned his advances.

The discoveries come weeks after the remains of two victims, believed to be men, were found beneath a collapsed wall.

The ancient Roman city was destroyed when Vesuvius roared to life the morning of August 24, 79 CE.

By lunchtime the volcano had sent a towering ash and debris cloud into the stratosphere, which rained pumice down on the town as earthquakes rumbled foundations.

This is known as the Plinian phase, which lasted for about 20 hours, and is thought to have been when the three victims perished.

Destruction came for Pompeii in the second eruption stage, known as the Pelean phase.

Pyroclastic surges of molten rock and hot gases surged down the volcano's slopes, burning and asphyxiating people before they had a chance to flee, burying the city.

The eruption is said to have released 100,000 times the energy of the Hiroshima-Nagasaki atomic bombings in World War II.

It's estimated 2000 people died in Pompeii.

However, the exact death toll from the eruption is not known as casualties also occurred in the nearby settlements of Herculaneum, Oplontis, and Stabiae.

[whencyclopedia]

Nerva

Marcus Cocceius Nerva was Roman emperor from 96 to 98 CE, and his reign brought stability after the turbulent successions of his predecessors. In addition, Nerva helped establish the foundations for a new golden era for Rome which his chosen successor Trajan would bring to full fruition.

The End of the Flavian Dynasty

The assassination of the Roman emperor Domitian (r. 81-96 CE) brought an end to the short-lived Flavian Dynasty, a dynasty started by his father Vespasian (r. 69-79 CE), in the year of the four emperors, 69 CE. Since Domitian left no surviving heirs, the throne of the empire was left vacant. In order to avoid possible civil unrest, violence, or a civil war, a temporary or quick fix appointment was necessary, at least until a better candidate could be found. The answer to the problem came in the form of a man already ill and old even by Roman standards, Nerva.

Nerva was an ideal candidate, one who presented a sharp contrast to his predecessor. Domitian had not been groomed to become an emperor, as his older brother Titus (r. 79-81 CE) had been. However, the sudden death of Titus brought Domitian to the throne. Although he proved himself a capable administrator, he saw the role of the emperor as one vested with absolute power and the Senate was all but stripped of its authority. While he did not neglect the welfare of the empire, he executed or exiled those who opposed him. Near the end of his reign, after an assassination plot failed, paranoia seized the emperor, causing him to rely heavily on informers. This paranoid behaviour led to cruelty and executions, a real “reign of terror.” And it also led to his death.

The sudden appointment of someone with no ties to the throne caused many to question why the relatively obscure Nerva had been chosen. According to the historian Suetonius, Nerva had “debauched” Domitian in his youth, but this was only imperial palace gossip. There was speculation that he had been approached by the conspirators in Domitian's death, although there was little evidence to support these claims. Possibly he had accepted the throne to save his own life because he was in danger of facing treason charges by the former emperor and faced exile.

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[bedpolls]

Hey do cryptids count as real people? Or fictional characters? Or is it a grey area.

The "no real people" rule exists for a few reasons.

One of the main ones is that I wouldn't want a poll to break containment or some shit, and be shown to the person in question. I know tumblr has quite a few thriving RPF communities. Heaven forbid someone shows one of those F1 or hockey boys the stats, you know?

But, this is also why I have opened it up for long dead historical figures. (And by long dead I do mean like 300+ years.) Pliney the Elder isn't on tiktok. That poll can't break containment, because there's no fourth wall. The man's been dead since 79 CE.

NOW, because of this. Yes. You may submit cryptids. I'm not going to weigh in on my personal thoughts on whether or not they're real. I understand that that is a hot topic, and I'm keeping out of it. However, Mothman doesn't have an instagram. So like. Go hog wild.

[ancientrome]

Gold aureus of Titus. Roman 79 CE. x

[chic-a-gigot]

Mon journal favori, no. 79, 8 janvier 1933, Paris. L'heure du thé. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Voici le moment agréable de la journée où les visites et les courses diverses sont finies. L'heure où quelques amies vont venir prendre une tasse de thé et égrener chacune les mille et un potins recueillis chez la modiste ou chez la couturière. On parlera toilette, n'est-il pas vrai?

Aussi madame a-telle veillé avec un soin jaloux à ce que sa grâce naturelle soit parée avec le meilleur goût. Et ses amies admireren! le charme de cette jolie robe.

This is the pleasant time of the day when the visits and various errands are over. The time when a few friends will come and have a cup of tea and each recount the thousand and one pieces of gossip they've gathered from the milliner's or the seamstress's. We'll talk about toilets, right?

So madame saw to it with jealous care that her natural grace was adorned with the best taste. And her friends admire it! the charm of this pretty dress.