The Gate Of Athena Archegetis, Roman Agora Of Athens, Greece

hong-en-ge, chongqing. photo by 徐超渊

NNT pride — Pink // Honeymoon

“We want a little more lovey-dovey alone time … !” — Nanatsu no Taizai, Chapter 345. 

Happy Pride 2020 & a belated congratulations to all the couples at the end of the manga!  ♡  

They’re getting dakimakuras…

i am very weak for babiolia

Moon of the grain, that is how is called the August Moon, referring to the harvest of this type of cereal, in particular in the north-american plains, in fact in Italy and South Europa the harvest of the grain occurs at the end of June-July. This Full Moon correspons to Lughnasadh, Sabbath celebrated in these days and its strong symbolize call respect to the Esbat nomenclature.

Full Moon in Aquarius, 08/03/2020

From the 1th to the 4th August, Zuni tribes (Pueblo) celebrates the abundance of mais harvests with a wild thanksgiving dance, called "Shoko Otiikwe", in honor of Mother Goddess Mais.

Honest Opinion - Aries Shion

“Però qualcuno ha giurato fedeltà al grande nemico indomo!”

If you have no idea what that is… well, that’s a line from the Italian opening for the Hades Chapter that has been stuck in my head since this morning. Click on it if you want to hear how it sounds! Onto the Resurrected Saints!

Also, Shion’s name in Italian is Shin? It’s… so random.

Overall score (character, not looks): 10/10

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I inaugurate this new account with Minos Griffon from Saint Seiya Lost Canvas. :3

Ich eröffne dieses neue Konto mit Minos Griffon von Saint Seiya Lost Canvas. :3

Inauguro este nueva cuenta con un dibujo de Minos Griffon de Saint Seiya Lost Canvas :3

J’enaugure cet nouveau compte avec un dessin de Minos Griffon de Saint Seiya Lost Canvas :3

“ I love delicacy, and for me Love has the sun's splendour and beauty

Oh, you can search fad and wide you can drink the whole town dry

But you'll never find a beer so brown (But you'll never find a beer so brown)

As the one we drink in our home town (But you'll never find a beer so brown) As the one we drink in our home town

You can keep your fancy ales you can drink'em by the flagon but the only brew for the brave and true comes from the Green Dragon

Hey oh, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe rain may fall and wind may blow but there'll still be many miles to go

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain and the stream that falls from hills to plain but better than rain or rippling brook is a mug of beer inside the Took!

Blunt the knives, bent the forks smash the bottles and burn the corks chip the glasses and crack the plates that's what Bilbo Baggins hates

Cut the cloth, trail the fat leave the bones on the bedroom mat pour the milk on the pantry floor splash the wine on every door

Dump the corks in the boiling bowl pound them up with a thumping pole and when you've finished if they are whole send them down the hall to roll

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

There's an Inn, there's an Inn a merry old Inn, beneath an old grey hill and there they brew a beer so brown the Man on the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill

Ohh, the ostler has a tipsy cat that plays the five-string fiddle and up and down he saws his bow now squeaky high now purring low now sawing in the middle

So, the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle a jig that would wake the dead he squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune while the landlord shook the Man on the Moon "It's after three!" he said now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle the dog began to roar the cows and the horses stood on their heads the guests all bounded from their beds and danced upon the floor the round Moon rolled behind the hill as the Sun raised up her head she hardly believed her fiery eyes for though it was day, to her surprise they all went back to bed!