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greenwitchfromthewoods · 10 months ago

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archives l Javier Peña

Summary: you shouldn't have met him there

Warnings: +18, smut, angst, swearing, sex without protection (don’t do that!),

A/N: I don't have much to say. I'll just leave this here. please be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

"Shit!"

You cursed quietly as the cardboard box you were trying to take off slipped out of your hands and fell to the archive floor, spilling its contents. Folders with carelessly written names, scattered pages of typescript, photos - all of this now lay under your feet.

You had been sitting in this dark and musty room for almost an hour, trying to find the documents you needed. But the number of shelves and bookcases made this place a real labyrinth. Your eyes slid over the names and places that the files lying on the floor referred to - still not that one.

Another dark alley didn’t look inviting, but you had no other choice. You strained your eyes when suddenly you heard a strange movement, and then a voice that sent shivers down your spine.

"A lonely woman in a place like this." someone tsk-tsked approaching you "I guess they don't teach you anything in this office, do they?"

You sighed with relief when you saw the familiar face of a man leaning against the shelf next to you.

"Javier. You shouldn't be sneaking around like that." you hissed. "What are you doing here anyway? It's late."

"I had some paperwork." he replied, his dark eyes shamelessly gliding over your figure. "I saw you left your stuff. I thought I'd look for you."

"Mhm. For what purpose?"

You saw the tip of his tongue as he licked his lips with it. "I haven't seen you in a while." he noted.

"I'm here all the time." you mumbled and averted your gaze to the shelves in front of you. Although you could see the letters that formed the descriptions of individual boxes, you didn't understand anything from them. The room suddenly seemed even more stuffy to you.

"I haven't seen you at my place." he clarified.

Something tightened your insides. You knew perfectly well what Javier meant. You knew it all too well…

For the past few months, you and Javier Peña had a certain relationship. It all started after one of the more brutal arrests. You were both stressed and overstimulated, and then something snapped and without knowing how you ended up in Javier's apartment fucking him on the couch.

No. You knew exactly how you ended up there. You weren't drunk, and neither was he. But then you had a few drinks and felt terrible guilt. Javier absolved you, and showed up at your place a few days later. And you fucked again, this time in your bed.

It was just sex.

To get rid of the pressure and stress. And Peña had a lot of it in him. Sometimes it was rough and strong, sometimes he used the time to play with you, like a predator before devouring its prey. But you didn't complain.

Only when you noticed that you were waiting for the familiar knock on the door, that you were searching for him with your eyes in the office, that you were sensitive to the sound of his voice - that made you think.

That's when you backed off. "This is the last time." You told him as you put on your panties. "I met someone. He's a nice guy. He works at the embassy." Javier snorted. He didn't believe that you could leave him. Not when his cum was still dripping down your thigh. But you left his apartment, the door closed, and that was it.

He saw you with that guy. Once in one of the bars. And he knew that you saw him too. That evening, for the first time in a long time, he took a hooker home. But she wasn't you.

You became his obsession. You were within arm's reach, and yet he couldn't touch you. And then he realized that it hadn't been just about sex for a long time.

He could see that you were confused. Your fingers were nervously tapping some rhythm on one of the shelves, your eyes were avoiding his.

"We talked about it." You finally answered.

"Yeah, I know. You have someone." Javier snorted "A nice guy from the embassy. Did you tell him about us?"

"There was no 'us'."

"So you didn't." A smirk spread under his mustache, and you felt like punching him in the face. "You're a naughty girl."

"Oh, stop it!" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. "Don't act like a kid who lost a toy. You have plenty of them!"

Peña tilted his head, watching you carefully, processing your words. There was something hypnotizing about him. You saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed, his chest heaving with his steady breath. His eyes, dark as night, were still watching you, and you were slowly afraid to move.

Finally, you were the first to speak. "Listen, I don't know what you've got in mind, but I'm not going to get into this. I'm in a healthy relationship with a cool guy, you're not going to interrogate me now."

"A happy relationship?"

"W-What?" you stuttered, surprised.

"I'm asking if it's a happy relationship." Javier raised his eyebrows slightly, repeating his question, "You know, satisfying. Exciting. Arousing."

He said each word in a way that hit all your senses at once.

"A healthy one." You repeated, and he smiled again.

He took a few lazy steps toward you, his fingers sliding over the boxes on the shelves.

"So you're not getting wet just thinking about him?" his voice lowered and you felt warmth creeping up your neck "Don't you feel that pleasant shiver when he's close? Does he know what he has to do to make you come in just a few minutes? How long did it take us, hermosa? Four, or five?"

"You're an asshole, Peña!" you hissed.

"I am." he shrugged "But you felt good with me, didn't you? You were in my bed like that lazy kitten stretching in the sheets. Your thighs covered in hickeys. You had chaff instead of brains from how many times I let you come."

Every word he said struck those chords inside you that made your legs go numb. Peña was a devil in human skin and he decided to possess you. He was so close that you could smell the remnants of his cologne and cigarettes. This must have been what hell looked like. You were damned.

"I'm happy, Javier." you said quietly "He treats me well."

Warm fingers brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, running over your warm cheeks to your chin.

"That's good." he mumbled. "If he treated you badly I would have to kill him, cariño. But was I bad to you? Tell me."

Finally you looked into his eyes, almost defiantly. Javier wanted to kiss you right then, but he held back.

"So you tell me how you treated me, Javier." you said. "Who was I to you? A pussy on two legs that you had whenever you wanted?"

"That's funny." he laughed quietly. "You don't say anything about the evenings when you came to visit me." you swallowed loudly. "You were so horny then. So unsatisfied. You let me do such things to you..."

"Shut up!"

A sly smile appeared on his face again. You were already in a losing position. But suddenly Javier softened.

"Do you love him?"

"Please."

"Do you?"

"It's not that simple."

"Oh, it is. You see, baby, if someone asked me if I loved you..." your heart stopped beating for a moment, you listened to his words with horror "...I'd tell him to fuck off." You couldn't help but snort, and Javier smiled but didn't stop talking "But if I asked myself, do you know what I'd answer? I'd say you're a thorn in my side. You've dug yourself under my skin. You've made yourself at home in my heart. I'm pissed off when I see you with him. And when I think of him fucking you..."

His hands tightened on your hips. You were so stunned by his words that you didn't protest when he pulled you closer.

"Tell me that if I slip my hand into your panties, I won't feel how wet you are. This pussy knows she’s only mine. And I want you, all of you."

"Javier, please..." your lips brushed against his.

"What are you asking for, cariño? I'll do anything for you. Just tell me."

Tears pressed into your eyes. His words filled your head, reaching for everything you didn't want to feel. Fear followed right behind the desire, how much Javier had imprinted himself on your heart.

"Don't destroy me, Javier." You whispered as the first tear rolled down your cheek. "I couldn't be just your girl for one night anymore. It was killing me... The thought of never owning you."

"I've been just yours for a long time, hermosa. And I'll never stop being."

His lips crashed against yours so hard that you could barely catch your breath.

Your fingers slid into his hair as you pressed yourself even closer to him. God! You missed him so much. It was torture to work with Peña in the same place, when looking at him you remembered how his head was between your legs giving you orgasm after orgasm.

And now his tongue was deep in your mouth again, his hand tightened on your breast, but your moan was drowned out.

You felt the shelf behind you, and Javier's body pressed you against it hard, spreading your legs with his thigh. The hard bulge in his pants rubbed against you, making you feel hot in your core.

His lips slid down your neck, nibbling and kissing the sensitive skin. Your blouse and bra were pulled up to free your breasts. Hot lips sucked on your nipple. You rolled your hips to feel the friction, something to give you relief, because you couldn't hold it in anymore.

Javier overwhelmed your senses, and your body begged for him intensely.

"Just as I thought." he mumbled as your breast slipped from his lips and his hand dug into your panties. "You're wet. So juicy, hermosa. Just for me."

"Please, Javier, I want to feel you." you stuttered with difficulty.

You could see in his eyes that he was already on the edge. He was barely holding himself back from destroying you right now, in a second. But as your hands began to unbuckle his belt, he began to pull up your skirt.

"I want to feel that tight pussy again." he panted as he grabbed your thigh tightly and rested it on his hip, opening you up for him. "You were rude to take her away from me, you know? I was starving to taste her again." he pushed your panties aside and his fingers ran over your folds "Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to ruin this beautiful pussy, hermosa."

"I want you, Javi." you whispered "I'm only yours."

"That's right. Only mine."

With one quick thrust, his hard cock slid inside you. You moaned loudly at the sudden stretch. Javir pushed himself all the way to the base, filling you up like only he could. You were pinned to the shelf behind you by his body, but you didn't mind.

Peña began to move hard. His hand gripped your thigh, and the other helped you stabilize. With each subsequent thrust, you felt like he was going deeper. His lips found yours, but they were just kisses stealing your precious breath.

"Fuck, you take me so well. You're made for me, baby." he panted as he pressed his face against your cheek "I want you all to myself again, to fuck you the way you like. To hear you scream my name until - shit - I fill you to the brim. You like that, don't you? You love the way my cum leaks out of you."

"I... I didn't let him." you replied, tightening your fingers in his hair "He never... I never let him cum inside me. Only you, Javi... Only you."

"Fuck! I knew it!" he kissed you hard, his movements quickening.

You couldn't pretend anymore. You were on the edge, and Javier wanted to push you off with great pleasure. His cock moved inside you, hitting the spot you needed.

"Cum for me, cariño! I want to feel you. I want to feel that pussy squeeze me. Shit! I’ve got you, baby!"

An animalistic moan escaped your throat, your nails digging into his shoulder. But Javier didn't feel any pain. He only felt you, saw only you. He saw your body trembling with the pleasure he gave you. Now his thrusts were stronger, but he didn't need much to come.

"Fuck, you're only mine. Only mine." he panted, hiding his face near your neck as his seed poured inside you.

You felt a twitch as he spurted the last drops, and then he stopped. This small space was filled only by your breath. You felt the sweat running down your back, Javier's hot body. And then he pulled out, leaving you strangely empty.

You adjusted your clothes as he buttoned his pants, and after a moment you felt warm hands cupping your face, his lips finding yours again. He kissed you slowly, tenderly, gently. Like a lover, not the man who had just fucked you in your office archives. Although maybe it was the same thing.

He rested his forehead against yours leaving you in a sweet distraction "I don't want you to slip away from me again." he whispered "Never again."

"I won't do that." you replied "I'll always be a thorn in your side."

"The sexiest I know."

He kissed you again and you knew what you had to do. You were scared but you knew that together you would do it. And after this all you had was each other.

And that was good.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #narcos #pedro pascal #javier pena x reader #javier pena #javier pena x you

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virgoantendencies7 · 1 month ago

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“The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it—and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.”

—Oscar Wilde, The Uncensored* Picture of Dorian Gray (Belknap Press, 2012)

*This passage from Wilde’s original typescript of the novel is virtually identical in the 1891 text, except the em dash after “Resist it” has been replaced with a comma.

#oscar wilde #the picture of dorian gray #dorian gray #aestheticism #decadent movement #influence #temptation #lord henry wotton #19th century #literature #quote

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boundwithpurple · 22 days ago

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in every byatt novel ever there is a passage that is the most radiantly romantic thing i’ve ever read and which i’m aware 99% of people alive would not find romantic at all:

“I can’t read D.H. Lawrence. I dislike his hectoring tone. And I find his characters incredible. Art surely can’t any longer be thought of as inventing people and giving them names and social backgrounds and amassing descriptions of clothes and houses and money and parties. All that is over.’

He was really angry. He hated Lawrence. That also was new to her. She asked meekly what he thought she should read, as one by one the lights were put out, Tolstoy, George Eliot, Jane Austen, dead detail. Books full of people she knew and loved, inside and out, Prince Andrei with his little wife and his duty and his doubts, Dorothea theoretically choosing an arid man for moral reasons, Henry Tilney who loved back for no better reason than that he liked to be loved. It was an odd conversation, that first one with Raphael Faber: he was meticulously considerate of her feelings, he offered her, with nervous determination, little fragments of information, things about himself which she was simply not equipped to imagine as she could imagine Birkin or Pierre. His mood shifted from sentence to sentence, flashing out in theoretic passion against stories with characters, against whimsy, against insularity, against verbal sluggishness, and then suddenly gentle. It should have been, it had elements of, those early conversations between lovers where a life story is exchanged for another life story. (He was never again to be so easily, so deliberately open with her about himself.) And Frederica felt her language heavy in her mouth. He had no native tongue: she had never questioned the efficacy of her own, until he taught her, only her own skill with it. But her words meant nothing to him and he despised her kind of story on principle.

He gave her books to take home. La Nausée, Murphy. Also a carbon of a poem in typescript.

‘I should like to know what you make of this. It is called “Lübeck Bells”: it is concerned with the bells in the Marienkirche in Lübeck. I went back there in 1950 to see – my place of origin. The bombing there was terrible. They buried the church treasure under the belltower – to be “as safe as possible – and the bells fell and are embedded in the paving – tons of twisted metal, like discarded pastry-cuttings. They are keeping them and building a chapel round the hulks. I wanted to write about European history. It is not yet achieved.’

She was not clear whether this last sentence meant the poem or the history.

She wandered back through clear grey Cambridge. He had made her head ache. He had lent her books – that was a beginning, lending of books was a universal sign of the beginning of something. To borrow implied to return. As soon as he was not there, love flooded her again like an easing of pain. She named what she loved: sadness, exact thought, remembered fear, a furious inner life. She remembered meeting his eyes when she explained that she was not Jewish. They were strangers. She loved a stranger. The world was larger than it had been.”

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otmaaromanovas · 2 months ago

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A number of items belonging to the Botkin family are being auctioned by Coutau-Begarie & Associates. The items are part of the ‘Nobility & Royalty: Imperial Russia - Historical Reminisces of the Russian Imperial Family During their Captivity in Tobolsk from the Botkin Family’ collection and will be auctioned on Thursday 15 May 2025 from 11am onwards.

Dr. Evgeny Sergeievich Botkin (often translated as Eugene) was the faithful doctor to the Imperial Family, voluntarily following them into exile in Tobolsk and Ekaterinburg, where he was murdered alongside them on the night of 16/17 July 1918, aged 53. He had four children: Dmitri Evgenievich, Yuri Evgenievich, Gleb Evgenievich, and Tatiana Evgenievna. The youngest, Gleb and Tatiana, were acquaintances of the Romanov children, and are occasionally mentioned in the Grand Duchesses’ diaries. The pair accompanied their father to Tobolsk. Gleb was a talented artist and illustrated stories for the royal children in Tobolsk, which would then be passed to them in the Governor’s House. The children were separated from their father when they were refused safe travel to Ekaterinburg. Fleeing to France, they later became supporters of Franziska Schanzkowska ‘Anna Anderson’

The catalogue of the Botkin’s items being auctioned stretch to 29 pages. I shall make individual posts on notable items later. For now, here is an overview of the items being auctioned:

169 - A portrait of Dr. Sergei Petrovich Botkin, Dr Botkin’s father

170 - A portrait of Dr E.S. Botkin

171 - A photograph of Dr. E.S. Botkin on the Shtandart Yacht

172 - A photograph of Dr. E.S. Botkin at Livadia Palace

173 - A photograph of Dr. E.S. Botkin circa 1917-1918, preserved in a leather frame

174 - An inkwell used by Dr. E.S. Botkin in Tobolsk

175 - A signed telegram sent by Dr. E.S. Botkin during the Russo-Japanese War

176 - A small inkwell used by Dr. E.S. Botkin in Tobolsk

177 - A collection of 28 photographs of the Botkin family

178 - Cufflinks

179 - Jubilee medal of the Corps de Pages, given to Dmitri Botkin

180 - Commemorative medal of the Moscow Orphanage depicting Catherine the Great

181 - Two portrait medallions with engravings of Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna

182 - Portraits on ivory of Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna

183 - Portrait of botanist Mikhail Stepanovich Voronin belonging to Dr. E.S. Botkin’s father

184 - Portrait of a woman and a Cossack

185 - Icon of the Holy Virgin

186 - A portrait of Alexandra Feodorovna with Tatiana Nikolaevna in 1897 (wrongly labelled as being a photo of Alexandra Feodorovna with Alexei Nikolaevich in 1904) from the photograph studio CE Von Hahn and Co

187 - Five postcards of the Romanov family

188 - Four photographs of the Romanov family

189 - Signed photographs of Olga Nikolaevna and Tatiana Nikolaevna in a wooden frame — NOTE: These photographs are exceptionally rare, I have never seen them before

190 - Watercolour painting by Maria Nikolaevna on a letter from Yuri Botkin

191 - Watercolour painting by Maria Nikolaevna on a letter from Yuri Botkin

192 - Eight chapters of Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s Memories of the Imperial Family Before and After the Revolution written in 1919, two years before publication

193 - 1921 edition of Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s Memories of the Imperial Family Before and After the Revolution

194 - Typescript of Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s Memories of the Imperial Family Before and After the Revolution

195 - Short story written in French by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina in 1959, never published

196 - A set of three books: Souvenirs de Russie by Princess Paley, My Father Grigori Rasputin: Memories and Notes by Matryona Rasputin, and Rasputin, the Scoundrel Mong by William Le Queux

197 - Small cigarette case, “made in exile by the officer in service of the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna” - likely actually referring to ****Franziska Schanzkowska - signed by S. Kolesnikov

198 - Carved letter opener with Russian church decoration, made by S. Kolesnikov

199 - Carved letter opener with bear head decoration, gift from Nicolas Sedov

200 - Small inkwell used by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

201 - Handwritten account entitled The Anastasia Case by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

202 - Typed and handwritten account by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina of a meeting with Franziska Schanzkowska, ‘Anna Anderson’

203 - Handwritten account with letter by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina of a meeting with Franziska Schanzkowska, ‘Anna Anderson’

204 - Autographed letter, papers, and miraculous medal sent to a journalist by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina describing ‘details on Anastasia’ about Franziska Schanzkowska, ‘Anna Anderson’

205 - 33 page autobiographical writing by Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

206 - Eleven official/legal papers belonging to Tatiana Melnik-Botkina

207 - Carving based on Baba Yaga

208 - Detailed box for playing cards

209 - Detailed sewing box

210 - Large wooden Easter egg decorated with the double-headed eagle of the Imperial House of Russia

211 - Set of four wooden Easter eggs, including matryoshkas

212 - Imperial manufactured porcelain Easter egg

213 - Porcelain teacup

214 - Paris porcelain vase in Empire style

215 - Silver boot-puller/bootjack

216 - Silver-plated metal boot-puller/bootjack

217 - Miraculous Icon of the Holy Mother of God Bogolioubovo or the Apparition of the Virgin Mary to Andre Bogolioubsky, a family icon taken by Dr. E.S. Botkin to Tobolsk

218 - Icon of the Holy Mother of God surrounded by two protective Archangels

219 - Travel Triptych Icon representing Saint Nicholas, offered by a patient from Tobolsk to Dr E.S. Botkin, who cared Tobolsk citizens whilst in exile

220 - Icon of Saint Seraphim of Sarov, which Tatiana Melnik-Botkina recalls was given to her by Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna — Note: an important Saint to the Imperial Family, who was canonised by Nicholas II

221 - Icon of Christ Pantocrator

222 - Icon of the Face of Christ or the Mandylion, given to Dr. E.S. Botkin when his daughter Tatiana fell ill in 1912. From Tatiana Melnik-Botkina’s memoirs: The Empress sent me a bottle of holy water, the Grand Duchess Tatiana, a large bouquet of beautiful flowers, and just as my father was about to leave the Shtandart, the Tsarevich rushed up on deck and shouted ‘Give my regards to Tania! on my behalf!’”

223 - Icon of Saint John Metropolitan of Tobolsk with prayer written on the reverse. Given to Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna by the Convent of Saint Ivan of Tobolsk upon the family’s arrival in Tobolsk, which was then given to Dr. E.S. Botkin with instruction to give it to Tatiana Melnik-Botkina before their departure to Ekaterinburg

224 - Icon of the Holy Martyr, Varvara

225 - Icon of the Holy Virgin of Kazan

226 - Icon of the Holy Virgin of the Passion

227 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of two anthropomorphic horses, dated 1913

228 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic horse and donkey, dated 1913

229 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic horse and donkey, undated

230 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic cat reading a newspaper, dated 1913

231 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of an anthropomorphic cat and mouse “with a haircut like Napoleon”, undated

232 - Watercolour by Gleb Botkin of anthropomorphic mice reading by the fireside, dated 1915

233 - Front page of the Krylov novel painted in watercolour by Gleb Botkin, featuring a landscape and an owl, circa 1916-1917

234 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of the anthropomorphic animal characters in his illustrated book, The Adventures of Mishka Pushkovich Toptiginsky, created for the Tsar’s children, circa 1916

235 - Teddy bear owned by several generations of Botkin children, originally owned by Gleb Botkin

236 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of the anthropomorphic animal characters in his illustrated book, The Adventures of Mishka Pushkovich Toptiginsky, created for the Tsar’s children, dated 1916

237 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of the anthropomorphic animal characters staging a revolution in his illustrated book, The Adventures of Mishka Pushkovich Toptiginsky, created for the Tsar’s children, dated 1916

238 - Front page of the Krylov novel painted in watercolour by Gleb Botkin, circa 1916

239 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of two anthropomorphic bears for his story The Kingdom of the Bears on the Planet of Mars Inhabited by Animals, circa 1916-1917

240 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin entitled The Fox and the Mushik, dated 1915, with the story on the back

241 - A watercolour by Gleb Botkin of two of his anthropomorphic bear characters sailing, circa 1916-1917

The next items are included in the same section as the Botkin family items, but seem to have a separate provenance

242 - Portrait of Grand Duchess Maria Feodorovna (later Empress), after Dmitri Levitsky

243 - Portrait of Emperor Alexander II of Russia, engraving and watercolour

244 - Portrait of Grand Duchess Kyra of Russia by Julie Grandhomme-Nozal, in charcoal and gouache

245 - Portrait of Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovich with a portrait of his son, Prince Feodor Alexandrovich on the reverse by Nicholas Paganiotti Zarokilli, sanguine on paper — NOTE: The birth dates have been mixed up here as the catalogue states that Alexander was born in 1895 and Feodor was born in 1858. In reality, Alexander was born in 1866 and Feodor was born in 1898

246 - Large postal envelope sent to the Imperial Court following the death of Tsar Alexander III with mourning border and seal, sent by Grand Duke Mikhail Mikhailovich

247 - Coloured lithograph depicting Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich and the Duke of Morny

248 - Signed lithograph of Grand Duke Vladimir Alexadrovich

SOURCES

📌Coutau-Bégarie & Associés, Noblesse & Royauté: Russie Impériale, (Paris: Coutau-Bégarie, 2025)

#Romanovs #Botkin #auctions #Romanov family #time to buy a lottery ticket I guess

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what-if-doctor-who-was-yuri-yaoi · 3 months ago

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HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO STICK THE SALTIRE ON TOP OF AN IMAGE?

no? maybe like one time? well. i made a thing for it anyway:

announcing....

saltire-the-gays.vielle.dev!!!

litterally just click upload and pick a photo itll then show up with the saltire (slightly pixelated) on top of it u can now click that image and then u have the option to download it

go nuts, show nuts (why r u putting the saltire on nudes thats. a decision)

FAQ under the cut

Q: Why? A: I was bored :3 Q: Why is it so scuffed A: 1) i just like making scuffed shit 2) i did it in an hour and a half gimme a break Q: Is my photo safe? A: Yeah its all in browser no server or anything. idk why this is a concern unless ur like. putting the saltire on porn which like. Why Q: is it open source A: https://github.com/Afterlifepro/saltire-the-gays Q: Why is the repo so shit A: again: i did this in an hour and a half leave me alone Q: whats the stack A: astro, web components (ITS VANILLA JS SHUT UP ABOUT UR FRAMEWORK PURITY PEOPLE), typescript (yeah ik) and cloudflare (litterally as a cdn i coulda used neocities its just easiest w my dns) Q: did u make anythin else weird A: yeah dong files; theyre public rn (dong.vielle.dev) but still in a bad way rn so im not makin a full post till i get the code fixed Q: what do i do if i have more questions A: reblog or reply or smthn lmao Q: what do when bug A: make an issue on the repo (i can help if ur confused)

#scotland #web development #saltire #coding #what else do i tag this #anyway if u got a bug make an issue on the repo #hmu if u got questions #lmk if theres a demand for dong files btw #:0 i spoke #edit: I MISPELLED THE SALTIRE IN THE TITLE AND NONE OF U CHUCKLE FUCKS SAID ANYTHING?? (/silly)

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javascript-official · 2 months ago

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I got a confession... I made this blog javascript official but now a days I can't find myself coding without typescript... the intelisense... its just too useful.

@typescript-official

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natalieironside · 1 year ago

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"Secret Window, Secret Garden 2: The Revenge, by John Shooter" by Natalie Ironside

One morning Natalie H. Ironside awoke in her bed to discover she'd been transformed into a young Johnny Depp. "Dang," she said, shaking her head in consternation, "what a raw deal. This ain't what I need right now."

She'd only just begun to process this new development when there came a knock at the door. She opened it to discover an angry man who otherwise looked normal and unremarkable, holding a rolled-up typescript. He'd arrived in a car with Mississippi plates, which struck her as out of the ordinary because, as everyone knows, the state of Mississippi does not require front license plates. Being transformed into a young Johnny Depp overnight had not struck her as odd because, like a vagrant in a C.S. Lewis book, this was hardly her first rum do.

"You stole my story," the angry man said.

"Well, damn," Natalie replied, "that sucks if it's true. What makes you say that?"

They talked for a while, and it was clear the stranger meant well but had a fundamental misunderstanding of US copyright law. "I see what the problem is," Natalie said. "Come inside and we can have some like coffee or whatever and talk it out."

Disarmed, the stranger agreed. He handed her his typescript and said, "My manuscript--"

"Typescript," Natalie corrected. Then, contritely, she added, "Sorry. It just kinda bugs me when people refer to typescripts as manuscripts."

The stranger didn't know how to reply to that. "Just . . . just read it," he said.

After a cursory glance at the first page, she looked up in bemusement and said, "Well, I didn't write this at all. Stephen King did."

The man took back the typescript, muttering something about bringing the wrong paperwork and how he was gonna get in big trouble with the Weez for this one. Seeming at a loss for words without his intended prop, he said, "Listen, I, uh . . . I'm you. I'm like a manifestation of all the rage and resentment you keep bottled up."

"I, like, don't, though," she insisted. "I mean, I do, but not like that guy in the story did. Being open about the darker parts of our personalities is kind of a whole thing with me."

"Yeah, and that's why I'm here talking to you like this instead of going through all that rigamarole. What did you think of the story, anyways?"

"It's one of King's weaker works, if I'm being honest. It woulda made a great short story, but stretching it out into 5 hours just feels like a half-asseded sequel to The Dark Half. Plus DID and schizophrenia don't work anything like that--or, well, this--and that's always been a bit of a bent beam with the guy."

"Yeah," said the man. "Listen, can you just, like, write a story and put my name on it? I know you don't have to, but it would really mean a lot to me, and it'll get me out of your hair."

"Sure thing, man," she replied.

The end.

#ka like a wind

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azurepolarbear · 11 days ago

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🎨 Made with TypeScript and p5.js. 👩🏽‍💻

This post features art created by running azurepolarbear's original “parallel lines” code art algorithm. Each run of the code produces a random visual output. A random number of vertical lines are created; lines start from the top of the screen and have a random color, length, and thickness.

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brittniandthepolarbear · 10 days ago

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We have a new design!

🇺🇸 usa v20.2.5 🇺🇸

This is the "usa v20.2.5" (pronounced "usa 2025") variation of the parallel lines algorithmic art project. The color palette of this design was inspired by the flag of the United States of America. The name of this design is partially inspired by the semantic versioning scheme commonly used in software development.

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miuarchiv · 16 days ago

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Abridged content of Schellenberg's memoir

About Best's and his own role in the formation and deployment of the Einsatzgruppen.

" As you can imagine, there was a tremendous amount of work for me during those days. At night I worked on the reorganisation plans and orders for the RSHA, while during the day I did the rest of my work, and the time that remained I worked with Dr Best, who dictated personnel orders, deployment orders and instructions for the forthcoming deployment of the Sipo and SD from his standing desk(Stehpult) or pacing up and down the room. We exchanged our thoughts on the more difficult formulations. After all, it was an unfamiliar job for us, because in the end it was a general staff-like task with all the problems of forming special forces, the formation of specialised troops, motor. transport of the troops, replenishment, in addition to the many additional tasks. At times, up to three secretaries had to deal with the abundance of dictations and their. transcription into typescript etc. Over a well-deserved lunch, Dr Best and I usually talked for another quarter of an hour. … He spoke sceptically about the Polish campaign; the biggest mistake HITLER was making was trying to turn such a freedom-loving people as the Poles into Helots. It was a realisation of history that such state developments harboured the seeds of disintegration. Best also made this remark openly to HEYDRICH, who was unconcerned by it in itself and was only worried that such remarks by those around him could harm him even after years."

A Stehpult may look like 👆

Best assisted Irene with the publication of the memoir, guess WHO had this piece edited out.

One of the 3 secretaries was Ursula Glatzel, Alfons Glatzel's daughter. She claimed to have no specific recollection of their work related to the Einsatzgruppen and spoke highly of Best. Another secretary agreed with WS's impression of "general staff-like work" but could not recall details as well.

Best attempted to discredit WS by remarking on the latter's tendency to exaggerate. However he could not fully deny the nature of his own role in commanding the Einsatzgruppen and more evidence was soon to be presented by the court.

Best only acknowledged his words about enslaving the Poles, which was a theory in his later essay, but claimed to have no recollection of such conversations taking place. (These accused would always forget about the files they signed and the meetings they attended, but had to admit that "technically" such files could have been presented to them)

"I have no specific recollection that SCHELLENBERG spent much time with me in the days when the task forces for Poland were being set up and that he was involved to some extent in the organisation. Of course, the integration of the SD forces into the Einsatzkommandos and Einsatzgruppen must have been handled by a leading member of the SD, who may well have been SCHELLENBERG. If one subtracts SCHELLENBERG's tendency to exaggerate his experiences from the present formulations, there is basically nothing left but what the situation suggests. Of course, numerous dispositions had to be made for the new deployment of the forces, which were then carried out according to the routine gained from previous missions. I could not have made ‘general staff’ dispositions, if only because SCHELLENBERG could have been with me until 3 September 1939, because from that day on he was with HIMMLER as HEYDRICH's representative in the ‘Special Heinrich Train’. On the 1st and 2nd, however, the German troops and behind them the security police forces began to move, and no one could have foreseen what the situation on the front would be like on the 3rd, 4th or 5th of September 1939." "A note from SCHELLENBERG's memoirs … has been held up to me, according to which I am supposed to have said to HEYDRICH that the greatest mistake HITLER made was the attempt to turn such a freedom-loving people as the Poles into Helots. It was a realisation of history that such developments harboured the seeds of decay. If I am asked when this conversation quoted by SCHELLENBERG took place, and whether it does not follow from it that I must have had knowledge of HEYDRICH's plans regarding the treatment of the Polish people at an earlier date than the one given to me, I would like to say the following: I have no personal recollection of the event quoted by SCHELLENBERG. However, I recognise my thoughts and words so precisely (I have used some of the same words in my later essays) that I assume the event to have happened. According to the available documents, the conversation described by SCHELLENBERG must have taken place before or on 3 September 1939, since HEYDRICH went to HIMMLER's special train on the 3rd - and so did SCHELLENBERG - who probably stayed out longer." Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

#walter schellenberg #werner best #reinhard heydrich #Interrogation

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hungwy · 8 months ago

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i wanna make an anki clone. anki was basically made with typescript and rust. im learning purescript and go. do you see the parity here

#also apparently you can have purescript target go for compiling instead of c++#and go has a built in package for html. which means i can just use htmx

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oldwritingm · 1 year ago

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A little Pixal content to take a break from requests :] hope you guys don’t mind!!

Word count: 714

Ninjago - Book Lovers (Pixal)

“I still do not understand,” Pixal remarked, remembering to keep her voice down. “Why do you come all this way for these books?”

You shrugged while you walked down the aisle, going slow so you could read the spines of the books.

“Digital editions are not only easier to obtain, but more accessible, reliable, and more difficult to damage.”

“I know. But there’s just something special about reading things on paper.”

“Typescript looks the same on paper and screens.”

Anyone else might’ve taken her insistence as annoyance, or perhaps resentment, but you knew it was just utter curiosity; plus a little well-intentioned advice.

“Here,” you said at last, stopping randomly. You held out your palm, letting Pixal put her hand in yours.

You guided her fingers along the spines of the books, watching her eyes glimmer with curiosity. “And, stop,” you whispered, bringing your hands to a halt on the spine of a weathered hard-cover book. You closed your hand (and Pixal’s under it) around the book and pulled it out.

You placed it in her hands, opening the front cover. You ran your hands over the weathered old paper, savoring the texture, breathing deep when the scent reached your nose. Pixal mimicked you, her expression unreadable as ever.

“What is this book?”

“Looks like it’s called The Last Silk Dress.”

“What is the subject?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re in the historical fiction section, though.”

“Which time period does this illustrate?”

“I don’t know!”

Pixal looked up at you for a second, taking in your eager smile.

“That’s the fun part about reading. You get to find out for yourself.”

Pixal blinked, turning back down to the book. She flipped to the first chapter while you glanced around at the other titles surrounding you.

After a moment you decided to keep looking, so you put your hand out. “Here, I’ll put it back for you.”

Pixal jerked the book away. “No. I am reading.”

A smug grin curved your lips. “So, what’s it about?”

“I do not know. I am… finding out.”

Your smile only grew when Pixal dropped to the ground, making herself comfortable right there in the middle of the aisle. She hunched over the book, absentmindedly rubbing a thumb over the yellowed paper.

“Hey, you’re a natural,” you observed.

Pixal looked up at you, cocking her head inquisitively.

You giggled, giving her a thumbs-up and a wink. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll be back when I find my own book.”

You left her there while you browsed the shelves, finding a small stack of books that seemed interesting.

When you returned she had made good progress in her reading, and she didn’t snap her head up as you approached like she usually did. She was completely enamored in the book.

She did look up when you cleared your throat to get her attention. She smiled at you, then widened her eyes at the stack in your hands.

“Can I read those, too?”

You laughed, holding out your hand and pulling her to her feet. You pulled her close, giving her cheek an affectionate smooch.

“Of course.”

“I like books. I am glad you invited me to come with you to the library.”

“And I’m glad you came.”

That night was the first time you curled up together, a book in each of your laps and blankets draped over your legs. This scene became a common one in your relationship, however, and it only consumed more of your hours together as time progressed. Still more hours were spent discussing your books—either giving each other synopses or discussing the books you read together.

And your little bookshelf grew like a garden; books that didn’t fit on the shelves found homes atop the little piece, at least until you bought it a friend. And another. And another. And filled each one with more books that you liked so much that you ended up buying your own copies.

But there was one book you never put on the shelf. Its home was on the coffee table, always ready to be picked up and read for the umpteenth time by a certain individual who always credited you with finding it, and loved you all the more for it.

The Last Silk Dress.

Thank you so much for reading!! As a book lover this was very gratifying for me to write, I hope you lovable duckies enjoyed too <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #pixal #pixal borg #pixal x reader #pixal borg x reader #ninjago pixal

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doubleunion · 6 months ago

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The making of the SF family swim map!

This is a technical blog post showcasing a project (swim.joyfulparentingsf.com) made by Double Union members! Written by Ruth Grace Wong.

Emeline (a good friend and fellow DU member) and I love swimming with our kids. The kids love it too, and they always eat really well after swimming! But for a long time we were frustrated about SF Rec & Park's swim schedules. Say today is Wednesday and you want to swim, you have to click on each pool's website and download their PDF schedule to check where and when family swim is available, and the schedules change every few months.

Emeline painstakingly downloaded all the PDFs and manually collated the schedules onto our Joyful Parenting SF blog. The way Rec and Parks structure their schedule assumes that swimmers go to their closest pool, and only need the hours for that particular pool. But we found that this was different from how many families, especially families with young children, research swim times. Often, they have a time where they can go swimming, and they are willing to go to different swimming pools. Often, they’re searching for a place to swim at the last minute. Schedules hence need to allow families to search which pools are open at what time for family swimming. Initially, we extracted family swim times manually from each pool’s pdf schedule and listed them in a blog post. It wasn't particularly user friendly, so she made an interactive map using Felt, where you could select the time period (e.g. Saturday Afternoon) and see which pool offered family swim around that time.

But the schedules change every couple of months, and it got to be too much to be manually updating the map or the blog post. Still, we wanted some way to be able to easily see when and where we could swim with the kids.

Just as we were burning out on manually updating the list, SF Rec & Park released a new Activity Search API, where you can query scheduled activities once their staff have manually entered them into the system. I wrote a Python script to pull Family Swim, and quickly realized that I had to also account for Parent and Child swim (family swim where the parents must be in the water with the kids), and other versions of this such as "Parent / Child Swim". Additionally, the data was not consistent – sometimes the scheduled activities were stored as sub activities, and I had to query the sub activity IDs to find the scheduled times. Finally, some pools (Balboa and Hamilton) have what we call "secret swim", where if the pool is split into a big and small pool, and there is Lap Swim scheduled with nothing else at the same time, the small pool can be used for family swim. So I also pulled all of the lap swim entries for these pools and all other scheduled activities at the pool so I could cross reference and see when secret family swim was available.

We've also seen occasional issues where there is a swim scheduled in the Activity Search, but it's a data entry error and the scheduled swim is not actually available, or there's a Parent Child Swim scheduled during a lap swim (but not all of the lap swims so I can't automatically detect it!) that hasn't been entered into the Activity Search at all. Our friends at SF Kids Swim have been working with SF Rec & Park to advocate for the release of the API, help correct data errors, and ask if there is any opportunity for process improvement.

At the end of the summer, Felt raised their non profit rate from $100 a year to $250 a year. We needed to pay in order to use their API to automatically update the map, but we weren't able to raise enough money to cover the higher rate. Luckily, my husband Robin is a full stack engineer specializing in complex frontends such as maps, and he looked for an open source WebGL map library. MapBox is one very popular option, but he ended up going with MapLibre GL because it had a better open source license. He wrote it in Typescript transpiled with Vite, allowing all the map processing work to happen client-side. All I needed to do was output GeoJSON with my Python script.

Originally I had been running my script in Replit, but I ended up deciding to switch to Digital Ocean because I wasn't sure how reliably Replit would be able to automatically update the map on a schedule, and I didn't know how stable their pricing would be. My regular server is still running Ubuntu 16, and instead of upgrading it (or trying to get a newer version of Python working on an old server or – god forbid – not using the amazing new Python f strings feature), I decided to spin up a new server on Almalinux 9, which doesn't require as frequent upgrades. I modified my code to automatically push updates into version control and recompile the map when schedule changes were detected, ran it in a daily cron job, and we announced our new map on our blog.

Soon we got a request for it to automatically select the current day of the week, and Robin was able to do it in a jiffy. If you're using it and find an opportunity for improvement, please find me on Twitter at ruthgracewong.

As a working mom, progress on this project was stretched out over nearly half a year. I'm grateful to be able to collaborate with the ever ineffable Emeline, as well as for support from family, friends, and SF Kids Swim. It's super exciting that the swim map is finally out in the world! You can find it at swim.joyfulparentingsf.com.

#san francisco #public pool #family #swimming #kids #parents #technology #maps

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