#(the joke being that quinta is still SO short)

[omgjasminesimone]

Happiest Place on Earth Epilogue

Logan x MC (Ellie)

Previous Part

Summary: Logan and Ellie spend their first night as an engaged couple at the Disneyland Hotel.

Word count: 4400

Rating: NSFW

Author’s Note: Mar wanted an epilogue, and Des requested smut, so here is the smutty epilogue to my fluffy Disneyland story. Very smutty, because I don’t usually do smut and I wanted to challenge myself, so be warned. 

Ellie spends the rest of the afternoon very distracted by Logan’s earlier words. Is he actually planning to propose today? Or did he mean at some future Disneyland trip? Or was it more of a theoretical, would she like a public proposal question? Or maybe he was just teasing her, wanting her on edge as they navigate through Disneyland’s many rides and attractions. Towards the end of the evening, when he still hasn’t proposed although he dropped down to one knee to tie his shoes, twice, (Ellie’s heart stopped both times, before being let down when he didn’t produce a ring) Ellie starts to believe he was just kidding. She tries to bite back her disappointment, but she can’t.

They’ve only been back together 6 months. In total, they’ve been together less than a year. She shouldn’t be disappointed, they need more time. They’re still so young. It’s fine. It will happen when it happens, and then they’ll have the family he was telling her about. There’s no rush, although he didn’t have to get her hopes up. Kind of a cruel joke when she thinks about it. If it wasn’t his birthday, she’d give him a piece of her mind.

She’s so in her head as they walk towards World of Color that she doesn’t notice Logan stop until their intertwined fingers bring her to a jarring stop. She turns to look at him curiously, but he’s looking out into the crowd for something, or someone. She sees his eyes brighten when he spots whatever he’s looking for, and then his gaze turns to her. His gaze is softer than it’s ever been before, and so full of love that she immediately knows what’s coming.

“I love you Ellie.” Logan says, voice strong and clear even though inside he’s a bundle of nerves. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I hope this doesn’t freak you out, I hope it’s not too much, but honestly, you’re everything to me. You’re what keeps me going. I thought about you when I got my GED in jail, and I thought about you when I considered joining a prison gang for protection, it was my desire to get back to you that convinced me not to do it. Sometimes, when I get my mechanic paycheck and I think about how much more money I was making in crime, I have a fleeting thought about going back, but then I think about you, and how I want to be the kind of man who deserves to be with you, and it keeps me on the right path. I didn’t know I could love someone at all, let alone as much as I love you Ellie. I want to feel this way forever. I want to be with you forever.”

Tears are steadily falling down her cheeks by this point in his speech, her hand clasped over her mouth as he goes down to one knee. Passerby’s stop, peering in on the intimate moment.

 “Ellie Wheeler, will you make me the happiest man on Earth, in the happiest place on Earth, by agreeing to marry me?” Logan proposes, offering her a modest but beautiful diamond ring from his sweatshirt pocket. Ellie can’t get any words out, staring down at Logan and trying to determine if this is real life. Logan starts to look nervous when she still hasn’t answered. “Come on troublemaker, you can’t turn me down on my birthday in front of everyone at Disneyland.” Logan tries to tease, but he stutters over the words a little, revealing how nervous he is that she actually might say no.

Ellie can’t keep him in suspense any longer, nodding frantically as she falls into his arms, kissing him passionately as the crowd applauds around them. “Thank God.” Logan mutters when they break for air. “I gave you the heads up earlier so you wouldn’t be blind sighted. So you could tell me no in the privacy of my car, but you didn’t answer.”

“You didn’t say it like a real question. I thought you might have been asking rhetorically. I’ve been obsessing over what you meant all day.” Ellie reveals.

Logan chuckles, slipping the ring onto her finger. It’s a perfect fit because he measured her ring finger a couple of months ago when she was asleep. Ellie raises her hand to her eyes, admiring how the ring catches the lights reflecting from World of Color behind them. “So, does this live up to your Disneyland proposal fantasies from when you were a little girl?”

“Technically, we’re at California Adventures now.” Ellie corrects, smirking when Logan looks flabbergasted.

“Wait, are they actually different?” Logan asks, looking disappointed in the fact that he might have slightly flubbed the proposal he’s been planning for years now.

Ellie shakes her head no, reassuring him with a sweet kiss. “No, this is perfect. California Adventures is definitely part of Disneyland. You’ve made all my childhood fantasies come true.” Logan kisses her again and then stands, pulling Ellie up with him. The crowd starts to disperse, many offering them smiles and congratulations.

Ellie turns her head, watching the water and light show from the comfort of her fiancé’s arms. “This is so beautiful. I wish we could have documented it somehow.”

Logan kisses the top of her head, gesturing with a tilt of his head to a photographer walking towards them. “I know how much you love pictures, fiancée. I got a photographer.” Logan reveals.

So that’s who he’d been looking for earlier. The photographer approaches, grinning at the pair. “Congratulations!” She chimes, shaking both their hands. “I got some really great candid shots. The lighting was beautiful.” She praises as she shows them some of the pictures on her digital camera.

“Can we get some without the ears?” Ellie questions, taking her Minnie Mouse ears off. Logan looks thrilled to take his own matching ears off as they pose for more engagement pictures as World of Color winds down. The photographer promises to send Logan the photos, and congratulates them once again before walking off.

Ellie admires her ring again, and Logan chuckles, raising her palm to his lips and kissing her fingers one at a time. “I’m glad you like it so much.”

“It’s beautiful Logan, but can we afford this?” Although the diamond isn’t huge by any means, Ellie still knows it was definitely more than 3 months of Logan’s salary.

“I’ve been working overtime, and I’m probably going to get that promotion. And most of it is on a credit card.” Logan admits, wincing when Ellie gives him an incredulous look.

“Logan, you didn’t have to do that. I’d be just as happy with a plain gold band.” Ellie insists.

“No way troublemaker. Just….let me spoil you for once. I’ve got a payment plan set up, it’s fine.” Logan can tell Ellie doesn’t want to let it go so easily, but he silences whatever she wants to say with a kiss. “You deserve something nice.” He insists when he pulls away, eyes boring into her’s.

“I love you Logan.” Ellie whispers, gripping his sweatshirt to bring him down to her for another kiss. “Let’s get out of here. We can go to my Dad’s, he’s working a night shift out of town.” Logan isn’t actually allowed in her Dad’s house, and he’s not allowed visitors at the halfway house, so their sex life is less active than they would like. They make do with the days they can get away with him staying over at her Dad’s when her father is definitely going to be gone all night, the backseat of Logan’s car, and La Quinta motels occasionally. Moving in together can’t come fast enough for the lovebirds.

“I got us a room here. I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait to get you all the way back to LA.” Logan reveals.

“The Disneyland Hotel? Wasn’t that really expensive?” Ellie questions.

Logan lets out an irritated sigh, resting his forehead against her’s. “Ellie, come on. It’s fine. We’re celebrating our engagement. Let me worry about the money.” She looks unconvinced, but she lets it go. Logan grips her hand and leads her toward the hotel.

When they make it to the front desk, Logan tells the concierge that they just got engaged. After she gushes over Ellie’s ring, she upgrades them to a fairytale suite for free. Ellie looks around the hotel room in wonder, dropping her small backpack to the floor as she admires their surroundings. She walks out to the balcony, admiring the panoramic view of the park. Logan comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing down her neck. Ellie lets her head fall back, giving him better access. His hands slowly start to lower towards the zipper of her jeans, but she stops him, turning around to face him.

Ellie places a chaste kiss to his lips. “I need to shower. I feel gross from walking around the park all day.”

Logan nods. “Me too. Let’s go.” He starts to pull her towards the luxurious bathroom, but she resists.

“Separate showers. You can go first.” She clarifies. Logan looks like he’s going to object, but Ellie places a finger to his lips to silence him. “I have something planned. But you have to be patient.” She reveals.

Logan still doesn’t want to, but he allows Ellie to slip from his arms and push him towards the bathroom. He takes a fairly quick shower before walking out of the bathroom, one towel slung low around his hips as he runs another towel through his wet hair. Ellie hands him a wrapped present and gives him another short kiss followed by a whispered “Happy birthday baby.” before slipping past him into the bathroom.

He sits on the edge of the king bed and undoes the red ribbon she’s painstakingly tied around the present. He quirks an eyebrow at the contents. Silk black boxers, and a note. ‘Your birthday theme is silk and lace.’ There’s a deep red lipstick stain on the note. It’s a shade he’s never seen her wear, but he’d know those lip prints anywhere. Logan slips the comfortable boxers on and makes himself comfortable on the bed as he waits. And waits. And waits some more.

Logan shifts impatiently. He’s debating whether or not he should knock on the door to check on her when the bathroom door finally opens. His jaw promptly drops as he takes her in.

Ellie is wearing the skimpiest black lace lingerie that he has ever seen. The bra truly has no functional value, since there’s basically no fabric to support anything, but as he feels the blood rush to his rapidly stiffening member, he realizes it’s definitely doing its job. He manages to tear his eyes away from her body to focus on her face. Her hair is done up with a few tendrils of her long brown hair framing her pretty face, and she’s wearing the deep red lipstick, as well as dark eye shadow, a smoky eye, he’s pretty sure it’s called from long days at the shop with nothing to read besides the waiting room Cosmopolitan magazine.

She’s holding several silk sashes in her hands, and despite what she’s planned for tonight, she blushes as he stares. “You’re so beautiful Ellie.” Logan praises, eyes filled with awe. Ellie smiles, nerves abated, and walks over to join him on the bed. Logan promptly reaches for her, but she swats his hands away.

“I want to try something different tonight. Are you open to that?” Ellie asks.

Logan nods rapidly. “Anything you want baby.” He assures her.

Ellie smiles. “Ok, lay back for me.”

Logan is quick to follow instructions, laying back on the bed and watching Ellie’s every move. She gets to work tying his wrist to the bed post with one of the dark blue silk sashes, making sure it’s tight, but not too tight, around his wrist. He watches her intricate knot tying with interest. “Where’d you learn to tie knots?” He questions.

Ellie smiles coyly, getting to work securing his other wrist. “Girl scouts.” She responds.

Logan smirks as she moves down the bed to secure his ankles to the other bed post. “I’m sure this is what they had in mind for you to do with them.” He teases.

Ellie blushes slightly, finishing her final knot and coming back up the bed to lay beside him. “It does come in handy. I couldn’t use handcuffs obviously. I was worried it would bring back bad memories from your time in prison.” She teases back.

Ellie leans in to kiss him, and he strains his wrist when he automatically tries to bury his hand into her hair to pull her closer. He’s unable to reach her at all the way he’s bound. He frowns when she pulls away, slowly kissing down his chest. “I’m not sure I like this.” He reveals, aching to touch her.

Ellie smirks. “I’ll untie you. Eventually.” She promises. She ignores the exasperated look he sends her as she gets up from the bed, going back to her backpack. He has enough range of motion to raise his head a little, and he watches her pull a white feather from her bag. She walks out to the kitchen area, and he hears the ice plopping down from the refrigerator into a glass.

Ellie sets the glass on the nightstand, pulling out a single ice cube as she crawls back into bed. She slowly trails the ice down his bare chest, and Logan holds his breath when she teasingly follows the ice’s trail with the feather. “How’s that? Relaxing?” Ellie questions softly before she starts kissing down the chilly trail she’s created.

“It feels good, but I wouldn’t say relaxing.” Logan responds, as the blood continues to flow to his lower body. His fully erect manhood is now desperately in need of release. Ellie slowly, tortuously slowly, pulls down his boxers to his ankles, allowing him to spring free.

She sits up as she trails the ice and feather down toward his groin, stopping just below his navel. She leans down to lick some of the water left behind from the ice and Logan groans. “Baby, please.” He pleads, fingers fisting into the sheets since he can’t grip the back of her head and pull her down where he wants her.

Ellie leans away from him back to the nightstand, grabbing a fresh ice cube. She trails this one over his well-defined abs, making sure to get all the nooks. Her other hand lazily trails the feather over his face. She abandons the feather, and he hastily blows it off his face. She grabs a second ice cube, trailing them both down his chest in parallel lines. They’re mostly melted after she runs them down his legs. He’s physically shaking now, senses overwhelmed. Ellie slowly trails the last remnants of the ice cubes back up his legs, before roughly gripping him.

“Fuck El, your hands are freezing.” Logan yelps as Ellie giggles, one hand cupping his balls as she strokes with the other.

“Give it a minute, it’s about to get hot.” She promises, just before enveloping him in her warm mouth.

Logan lets out a groan, burying his head into the pillow as she bobs up and down around his manhood. She rests her hands against his thighs and pushes herself up for a moment to breathe, before leaning back down and taking him as deep as she can.

“Fuck Ellie, that feels so good.” Logan mutters, hips raising on and off the bed to the best of his ability with the silk bonds as she laps and sucks at him. She looks up at him through her lashes, tongue swirling around the base of his painfully hard cock. “I’m gonna….” He tries to warn, but Ellie just rubs his thigh comfortingly as she continues to bob up and down, coating him in her warm saliva.

Logan cums with a low groan of her name, relief flooding through him at the release. Ellie allows his now limp member to fall out of her mouth as she sits back on her heels, swallowing before wiping her mouth. Her red lipstick is all smeared now, a deep red ring imprinted on his skin. He takes in her haphazard appearance, it’s obscene, and so damn erotic.

“Did you enjoy that?” Ellie asks, even though it’s clear he did, picking up the feather once more and trailing it over his arms.

“If I hadn’t already proposed, that would have made me do it right here and now.” Logan teases, leaning towards her to kiss her, but he can’t reach because of his tied wrists. He looks up at the silk irritatingly as Ellie chuckles, taking mercy on him and closing the gap. His tongue demands entrance into her mouth and he can taste himself on her tongue.

Ellie pulls away just slightly, and when Logan opens his eyes he can see her lipstick is even more smeared now. He wonders if he can get it all off by the end of the night, he decides that’s his goal. “Do you trust me?” Ellie questions against his lips.

Logan captures her lips again, biting slightly on the bottom one, eliciting a small moan out of Ellie. “With my life Troublemaker.” He swears.

Ellie grins. “Good.” She ties one of the silk bonds around his eyes, blindfolding him. He feels like all his other senses are enhanced with the loss of his sight. He hears the soft instrumental music playing from her phone that he hadn’t noticed before, feels the goosebumps forming on his skin as she teases his earlobe with the feather, smells the vanilla body wash she always uses when she leans in close so he can capture her nipple in his mouth.

He really wishes his hands were free so he could lavish attention on both her perfect breasts. Luckily, she shifts over to give him access to her neglected nipple once he’s gotten the first one rock hard with the attention of his tongue.

He feels her thumb on his lips, and he promptly sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit. He shivers when she drags her hand down his body, allowing her engagement ring to graze against his heated skin. “Turn onto your side a little.” Ellie demands softly. Logan promptly complies.

She kisses him softly, hands tangling into his hair. “You said you trust me, right?” She reiterates, and Logan nods. She kisses his lips one more time before trailing kisses down his body, heading to his re-hardened member. She slowly takes him into her mouth, while her thumb slowly edges across his taint, kneading gently.

Logan shudders at the unfamiliar sensation, but it feels good. Ellie takes him out of her mouth, placing a quick kiss to his inner thigh. “Is this okay? I’ve been reading about prostate stimulation.” She reveals, as her finger edges closer to his hole. Logan nods jerkily and lets out an embarrassingly pleased moan when she pushes a finger inside as she resumes her blowjob.

It isn’t long before he’s cumming violently. “Holy shit Ellie.” He mutters as he empties himself into her mouth. Logan breathes hard as he tries to calm himself down. He knows he’s going to need a minute before he can go again after that. Ellie removes his blindfold, smiling down at him. The lipstick is still there, but faint. Streaks of the faded color run down her chin. “I’m going to clean up a little. Don’t miss me too much.” Ellie says cheerfully before hopping off the bed. He watches her walk to the bathroom in that barely there lingerie, desire stirring up in him anew.  

He’s more than ready to go again ten minutes later, when she finally exits the bathroom. Her hair is down now, lipstick reapplied. He’ll have to smear it all over again. She sits on him, straddling his waist. He grounds his hips against her as she leans down to give him a kiss. “As gorgeous as you look in that lingerie, I think it’s time for it to come off.” Logan comments. Ellie makes a big show of slowly removing the bra, allowing it to fall over his eyes. He shakes his head slightly to push it off so he can see again, grinning up at her semi-nude form. “I can’t believe you’re going to be mine soon.” Logan says softly.

“I’ve been your’s.” Ellie promises, slowly dragging her soaked core up and down over his groin, her damp panties brushing his skin.

He needs her. Now. “Panties off.” He orders.

Ellie tsks at him. “You’re in no position to be giving orders.”

He tries to move her panties to the side with his very hard cock to no avail. Ellie laughs, grabbing more practically melted ice from the glass and trailing it down his chest. “You’re torturing me. On my birthday.” Logan complains, subtly working on freeing his wrists from the binds.

“You know this is the best damn birthday you’ve ever had.” Ellie insists, pinching and twisting his nipples. She continues to tortuously writhe on top of him, getting both of them all worked up.

“Just give us both what we want baby.” Logan pleads, aching with his need to be inside her when she finally stops slowly moving on top of him.

“Not yet.” Ellie replies, rolling off of him to lay beside him. Logan watches as she slips a hand into her panties, touching herself.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” Logan questions softly, tugging on his restraints as Ellie’s eyes slide closed, her breathing becoming uneven as she pleasures herself.

Her eyes briefly open as she turns her head to look at him. “I know how to do it.” She teases with a wink, fingers moving rapidly. As much as he’s enjoying watching this, he knows he’d enjoy participating more than spectating. With a final twist of his wrist, his right hand is free. He quickly unties his other hand and his ankles without her noticing.

She squeaks when he suddenly pins her wrists above her head with one hand, two fingers on his other hand pushing into her tender folds to replace her own. “How did you-“

He cuts her off with a heated kiss, hastily removing his fingers from inside her and pulling her panties off. He kicks his boxers off his ankles as he lines himself up to enter her. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” He answers before pushing into her, hard and deep. They both groan at the contact as he releases her wrists, gripping her hips.

Ellie lifts her hips impatiently when Logan stays still. “Move Logan.” Ellie pleads, nails digging into his arms, craving that delicious friction.

“Patience is a virtue baby.” Logan reminds her, hands trailing over all her exposed skin that he was denied access to before.

“Logan…” Ellie whines, lifting her hips again.

“Logan what? A few minutes ago you didn’t seem to want me.” Logan retorts, continuing to spite them both by staying still. He stretches to reach the ice and the feather without pulling out of her, lazily dragging the feather and ice over her nipples. He forces his thumb into her mouth, pulling it out when it’s moist enough to smear her lipstick once again. He drags his thumb slowly over her plump bottom lip, staring into her lust blown brown eyes.

“Now I want you. Fuck me.” Ellie pleads, knowing how much he likes it when she curses.  

Logan feigns an annoyed sigh. “Fine.” He pulls almost all of the way out before slamming back into her again, setting a slow but hard pace. Ellie moves her hips in time with his thrusts, pulling roughly on his hair. Logan lets out a pleased groan, digging his fingers into her hips, hard. She’ll have bruises tomorrow, but she doesn’t care. “Oh my god Logan, don’t stop. It’s so good.” She mutters mindlessly, eyes closing as she starts to lose herself to the ecstasy.

Logan grips her chin somewhat roughly, plunging his tongue into her mouth in a heated kiss. “Look at me.” He demands, and Ellie’s eyes flutter open, watching as his pace quickens. The sound of their slick skin slapping together combined with Ellie’s high-pitched moans and Logan’s deep grunts drowns out the music still playing in the background. Ellie abandons his hair, gripping his shoulders as his movements become jerky as he starts to lose control.

Ellie’s toes curl, and she tries to open her legs wider so Logan can push in even deeper. Logan grips her leg and encourages her to loop her ankles over his butt. Ellie’s legs wrap around him, drawing him into her. He grasps at her ass, squeezing and angling her just right so he can hit the spot he’s looking for.

“Logan!” Ellie screams when he finds it, walls tightening around him.                                            

“That’s it baby. I’ve got you.” Logan mutters, pace speeding up until she’s almost hurting as he slams into her again and again, but it’s a good hurt.

Ellie’s arms tighten around his shoulders as her pleasure peaks and she orgasms, body shaking with the force of her release.

Logan thrusts through her orgasm, reaching his own orgasm quickly and ejaculating inside her just as she’s come down and stopped shaking.

Logan collapses on top of Ellie before slowly pulling out of her and flopping down onto his back beside her. There’s silence for a few minutes as they both catch their breath. “I love you so damn much Ellie.” Logan swears, leaning over to place sloppy kisses on her bare shoulders.

Ellie smiles tiredly, gently rubbing the angry red impressions on his wrists from where he pulled against the silk. “I love you Logan. I can’t wait to be your wife.” Her eyes start to close as sleep beckons her.

“Hey, don’t nod off on me. There’s still an hour left of my birthday. Let’s soak in the tub together, get cleaned up.” Logan suggests.

Ellie shakes her head no, placing a soft kiss to his lips. “No time. Room service will be here soon with dinner and your birthday cake. I ordered when you were in the shower.” Ellie reveals.

Logan gently runs his thumb over her bottom lip, lipstick completely smeared now. “Then how about another quick shower so we’re not sticky for dinner?” He suggests.

“I don’t know if I can walk.” Ellie admits.

Logan laughs, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. “I’ve got you.”

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[eleonora-casarin]

Commento di un giovane campagnolo/ a young farm boy's comment

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È una situazione quasi surreale.

Il caldo insolito e il fatto di essere quasi sempre a casa fanno credere al mio corpo che è già estate. Non avete idea di quante volte io abbia già involontariamente pensato al mare!

Le mie giornate sono come tanti quadri fatti con solo tre colori: il blu delle videochiamate (con scuola e altri attivisti XR), il verde del lavoro sui campi e dello smercio di verdura, il giallo delle scampagnate fatte in giro per i nostri ettari di campo e alberi.

In particolare, il nostro lavoro familiare (vivo in un’azienda agricola) è lievitato: la gente non si fida più di andare nei supermercati, preferisce chiedere la nostra merce anche se è più cara.

Dopotutto, però, frutta, uova e verdure bio e consegnate direttamente a casa sembrano valere molto oggi.

La richiesta è quintuplicata: in una settimana vendiamo quello che vendevamo in un mese. Abbiamo quasi finito anche le scorte, senza le reti agricole da cui ora compriamo dovremmo presto scegliere a chi vendere e a chi no.

Mio papà è preoccupato, dice che anche le reti stanno finendo le scorte. I migranti regolari, quelli che nelle grandi aziende forniscono la manodopera necessaria e in inverno tornano in aereo a casa, quest’anno sono rimasti nei loro Paesi perché vogliono evitare di venire contagiati e morire lontano dalla famiglia.

Poi sorride, dicendo che forse in futuro potremmo permetterci di aumentare i prezzi; dopotutto, “a fare i contadini non si diventa ricchi, ma neppure si muore mai di fame”.

Io capisco che un po’ scherza, ma non ignoro che stiamo iniziando a mettere da parte un po’ di zucche e patate, e a guardare se nel fiume di nuovo pulito di fronte a casa nostra sono tornati i pesci pescabili. È solo istinto, comunque.

Con mia sorella e il cane facciamo spesso scampagnate, perché anche se siamo sul confine della provincia la Polizia non sorveglia argini e campi. Neanche le autostrade deserte vicino alla nostra proprietà, se è per quello: ormai ci sono più animaletti in pista che macchine, e il Convolvolo esplora le strade. Specialmente qui in campagna, c’è un rivivere della natura che è fenomenale.

È bello.

Quasi non riesco, non oso pensare a chi vive in città ed è bloccato in casa tutto il giorno. Finita la quarantena, sarà psicologicamente stabile quanto i superstiti della Grande Guerra, secondo me.

I miei amici del borgo infatti sono già diventati un po’ lunatici, perché o sono tremendamente attivi sui social, o diventano semplicemente introvabili. Anche se di mio sto abbastanza bene, è come se mi sentissi addosso la cappa di una società cieca che soffre perché costretta a fermarsi e per una volta pensare, e pensare, e pensare.

E poi mi manca andare in giro, quello sì. La gente ormai la vedo tutta in videochiamata, ma non è la stessa cosa.

Lo pseudo-isolamento sta facendo affiorare dei difetti diversi ad ogni persona: c’è chi diventa intrattabile, chi si impigrisce malamente, chi rompe le palle su whatsapp, chi al telefono diventa estremamente locquace (come me).

Era psicologicamente inevitabile, e col senno di poi chissà quante risate.

Questo è un evento mai accaduto prima.

Quarantena mondiale.

Da vecchi (collasso climatico permettendo) potremo leggere dai libri di storia dei nostri nipoti, e ritrovarci in quella data a pagina 635 del libro di quinta.

Ma che ci sarà scritto?

Guardo le news: ovunque il sistema sanitario è in difficoltà, l’economia boccheggia, le bufale alimentano i rispettivi nazionalismi.

In futuro, per ricominciare a giocare a chi ha il PIL più grosso, le nazioni sacrificheranno i già pochi fondi per gli investimenti verdi, di cui abbiamo invece disperatamente bisogno per prevenire problemi ben più grossi.

Ma pensiamo anche ai lati positivi, perché (per quanto piccoli) ci sono: quanto stiamo imparando da questa esperienza?

Abbiamo imparato che le videochiamate sono dannatamente utili.

I cambiamenti radicali per salvarsi le chiappe sono ancora una cosa da utopie? A quanto pare, sono stati utopie solo nel nostro immaginario.

Le mascherine non FFX sono quasi inutili, ma alla gente l’avere qualcosa davanti alla faccia fa sentire protetta: la realtà e la percezione si detestano.

Quando non hai altro da fare, i flashmobs musicali e simili non sono poi così ridicoli.

La routine può essere spezzata, la vita può cambiare in poco tempo, anche se non siamo in un fiilm.

La natura, quando non la bastoni, è molto più bella.

Ma l’industria bellica è davvero un bene di prima necessità?

Lavarsi le mani bene, a lungo, con il sapone, ci sta sempre.

Siamo probabilmente neanche a metà dell’emergenza, ci aspetta molto altro.

Comunque, altro che laboratori e scemenze varie! Per me ci sono semplicemente gli sviluppatori delle app delle videochiamate dietro a tutto questo! XD

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It is an almost surreal situation.

The unusual heat and the fact of being almost always at home make my body believe that it is already summer. You have no idea how many times I’ve involuntarily thought of the sea!

My days are like so many paintings made with only three colors: the blue of video calls (with school and other XR activists), the green of work on the fields and the sale of vegetables, the yellow of the outings made around our acres of field and trees.

In particular, our family work (I live on a farm) has risen: people no longer trust to go to supermarkets, they prefer to ask for our goods even if it is more expensive.

After all, however, fruits, eggs and vegetables organic and delivered directly to the house seem to be worth a lot today.

The demand is quintupled: in a week we sell what we sold in a month. We have almost run out of stocks, too, without the agricultural networks from which we now buy, we should soon have to choose who we sell to and who we do not.

My dad’s worried, says the networks are running low, too. Regular migrants, those who provide the necessary manpower in large companies and fly home in the winter, have remained in their countries this year because they want to avoid being infected and die far away from their families.

Then he smiles, saying that perhaps in the future we could afford to increase prices; after all, "you do not become rich as a farmer, but you never starve".

I understand that he is joking a little, but I am not unaware that we are starting to set aside some pumpkins and potatoes, and to look if in the river clean again in front of our house the fishes have returned. It’s just instinct, though

With my sister and the dog we often go out, because even if we are on the border of the province the police do not guard banks and fields. Not even the deserted highways near our property, for that matter: now there are more animals on the track than cars, and the convolvolo explores the streets. Especially here in the countryside, there is a revival of nature that is phenomenal.

It is beautiful.

I can’t bear to think of people who live in the city and are stuck in the house all day. After the quarantine, he’ll be as stable psychologically as the survivors of the Great War, in my opinion.

My friends in the village have already become a bit moody, because either they are tremendously active on social networks, or they simply become impossible to find.

Although I am quite well, it is as if I feel the cloak of a blind society that suffers because forced to stop and for once think, and think, and think. And then I miss going around, that I do. People now see it all on video call, but it’s not the same thing.

The pseudo-isolation is bringing out different defects to every person: some become intractable, some become poorly stacked, some break the balls on whatsapp, others on the phone become extremely locquacious (like me).

It was psychologically inevitable, and with hindsight who knows how many laughs.

This is an event never happened before.

World quarantine.

As old people (climatic collapse permitting) we can read from our grandchildren’s history books, and find ourselves on that date on page 635 of the fifth book.

But what will it say?

I look at the news: everywhere the health system is in trouble, the economy is struggling, the buffaloes are feeding the respective nationalisms.

In the future, in order to start playing with those with the largest GDP, nations will sacrifice the already limited funds for green investment, which we desperately need to prevent much bigger problems.

But let’s also think about the positives, because (however small) there are: how much are we learning from this experience?

We’ve learned that video calls are damn good.

Are radical changes to save your ass still utopian? Apparently, they were utopias only in our imagination.

Non-FFX masks are almost useless, but people feel that having something in front of their face makes them feel protected: reality and perception hate each other.

When you have nothing else to do, musical flashmobs and such are not all that ridiculous.

The routine can be broken, life can change in a short time, even if we are not in a fiilm.

Nature, when not sticks, is much more beautiful.

Is the war industry really a commodity of necessity?

Wash your hands well, for a long time, with soap, always fits.

We are probably not even halfway through the emergency, there is much more waiting for us.

However, more than labs and miscellaneous nonsense! For me there are simply developers of video call apps behind this! XD

[truthbeetoldmedia]

iZombie 5x04 "Dot Zom" Review

Has iZombie just introduced its newest zombie Big Bad? Everyone’s favorite French Inspector is at it again, thawing those rogue Fillmore Graves who committed the shooting at the human bar, Warm Bodies. He brings them to a sketchy van, and introduces them to a shady character, snorting a substance from a vial. When they ask him who is, all he reveals is that zombies are the next stage of human evolution, and he wants to usher the new era of humanity. When one of the rogue FG traitors turns him down, Shady Zombie Man rages out on command and takes him out. I guess we have to add him to the list of deadly foes in New Seattle.

And speaking of new eras, Shady Zombie Man is not the only one with apocalypse on the brain. For the murder-of-the-week, Clive and Liv investigate a genius app designer, who in his late life became obsessed with curating a group of ideal humans to live in a bunker when the moment inevitably comes. Liv takes his brain “on the go,” swirling chunks into a bottle of kombucha. Clive is more disgusted with the fermented tea than the brain bits, which shows how far he’s come over five seasons. While Liv and Clive investigate the surrounding characters involved with Cornell, I was surprised to see how shy Liv was about her zombie-ness. Everyone seems to recognize her as Renegade, but when they interrogate Nora, Cornell’s assistant, Clive and Liv make excuses for her brain visions. Liv turns a 180 when they tap a likely suspect, “The Fixture King,” Sheldon Drake. He spews vitriol about zombies in her direction, and she defiantly snaps back. There was something so refreshing for Liv to confront a suspect by saying “I saw it. In a vision.” While Clive’s comments and half baked cover ups for Liv are part of what make their partnership so fun, I loved watching Liv stand up for herself in this moment, especially to a guy like this. A closer look at Sheldon Drake reveals that he really is up to no good. Dead-Enders have started a doxxing website to out Seattle zombies, but Drake and Cornell had taken it a step further — data mining to find online behavior patterns for zombies. An operation like this could be catastrophic for the identities of zombies in New Seattle. While the killer is revealed to be Melissa, Cornell’s business partner and former girlfriend, she pleads with Renegade that it was meant to be an act of justice. “He wanted to save humanity. I wanted to save zombie kind. You understand, don’t you Renegade?” she says. Things are going to get dicey if Clive and Liv unavoidably find each other on opposite sides of the legal system.

Blaine returns to his schoomzy ways, peacocking and crooning around his restaurant as he announces that he’s getting profiled for a magazine by Al Bronson. He’s even more delighted when it turns out that “Al” is short for “Alice,” a beautiful young woman. His peacocking and crooning get even more insufferable after that. At first it seems like Al might be falling for it (especially after Blaine takes out some Dead-Enders while on a “Brazilian Street Fighter” brain), but then she stumbles upon Blaine’s study. She had previously mentioned she had been profiling Mayor Baracus before he was killed, and it looks like she still might be on the story —  Blaine has proudly displayed the mask he wore in the video where he kills Baracus. Oh Blaine, you pompous fool. Maybe his vanity will finally take him down this time.

Meanwhile, Ravi and Peyton work on Jimmy’s comedy sketch that’s meant to smoothe over zombie and human relations. It’s a bumpy start, and Peyton and Jimmy disagree over artistic vision. “For God’s sake, make it stop,” she groans. Jimmy’s knuckles practically turn zombie white as he insists that it’s supposed to be a comedy, but Peyton points out that all the jokes make zombies the punchline. The young woman playing the zombie, Yasmine, speaks up, and Peyton makes her head writer. Yasmine spins the script to give it more “heart” and convinces Jimmy and the rest of the cast to get on board.

And now for the plot that made my heart ache the most — iZombie giveth and taketh away Mr. Graham Moss. We are introduced to Mr. Moss, Jaelyn and Michael’s favorite teacher, as the principal is firing him for being a zombie. Major tells Liv about it, and in a stroke of genius brain, she suggests hiring him to tutor all the zombie children they have been accumulating. When they bring him in to offer him the position, they stress if he’s going to tutor at Renegade’s headquarters, he needs to have the utmost discretion. This arrangement is rainbows and butterflies for about two seconds, because Mr. Moss almost immediately starts telling his date, in a public place, about his new gig. He gets kidnapped by Rogue FG Traitor and Shady Zombie Man (I am so sorry, I can’t find their names anywhere), and forces Mr. Moss to work for them. And just like that, Mr. Moss pops back into Renegade’s headquarters, but this time, he’s compromised. What could Shady Zombie Man possibly want with Liv and her operation? I can’t believe I immediately fell in love with the idea of a mini zombie resistance school, just to have it taken from me in under 40 minutes. That’s television for you.

Stray Thoughts

Major watching TV with zombie kiddos is my favorite Major. Also, when he tells Mr. Moss that “lives depend on it” and looks lovingly right at Liv? So soft! It was lovely to see these two working together this episode. I’m a sucker for how the show is slowly rebuilding these two back towards each other this season.

Ugh the stereotype of journalists flirting and contemplating sleeping with sources, as well as some violence against a gay character this episode. Both are bad looks, iZombie.

“If I’m anything, I’m a man of my word.” Blaine, you are delusional.

Slams table — Where is Quinta B?!

Haley’s episode rating: 🐝🐝🐝🐝

iZombie airs Thursdays at 9/8c on the CW.

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Just a few hours out of Mazatlan by bus tucked up to the Sierra Madres Occidental lays the colonial town of Cosala magico. Cosala was integrated into the magical towns of Mexico in 2005. This is a small rural community of just around seven thousand people and is filled with many legends and history. Two of my dear friends and I decided to take the ATMazatlan bus it is the only bus that travels directly to Cosala with just a few quick stops. My cost was 150 pesos each way, so pretty cheap. The bus is a little run down but has air conditioning and fairly comfortable seats. The three and half hour bus ride is up into the Sierra Madres. About an hour out of Cosala the roads become very curvaceous. It was a fun ride, I was sort of like being on a swing but going from side to side. 

  Immediately upon arrival, I felt wrapped in a timeless history. The cobblestone streets were filled with seventeenth-century architect. It’s chapels and clay houses, painted in bright colors, seemingly to stand still in time. We found it very simple to get a taxi that took us on a short trip up to the Quinta Minera Hotel where we were staying.

Quinta Minera is a very nicely taken care of colonial style hotel. With two beautiful pools. And plenty of fauna and foliage throughout. For the most part, we all found the attentive service to be nice however when we tried to book various tours it just wasn’t happening. The young lady at the desk was a little rude and basically said there were only a couple of places she suggested. When we asked if she could book the excursions for us she said to get a cab. And that was that. Okay, we’ll figure it out…

We decided to take the first day of our visit to just wander around town and get to know the lay of the land so to speak. Cosala is definitely magical and quiet, it’s very much like being back in time. When I say it’s like going back in time this is no joke they don’t even have a bar here,  we were told there was a small Cantina but it only opened at night and it was MEN only. Yep definitely just went back in time.

If your looking for a bustling nightlife or any nightlife really you may not like Cosala. But if your looking to see, enjoy, unplug and surround your self in a truly historical colonial rural Mexico town this is the place. It has a soft peacefulness to it. Friendly people and genuine environment.

There is a small central plaza, Plaza de Armas with a cozy green space and gazebo. It even had music playing softly from the speakers attached above the surrounding iron gates. Directly across the street is the elegant church of Saint Ursula. According to legend she was a patron saint of the Cosaltecos. Santa Ursula was the maiden of the fifth century, martyred by Attila when she refused to reciprocate. It is a neoclassic building that was built in 1730.

At the opposite side of the plaza across from where most of the food vendors call home is a small Mining and History Museum. It is in an old residential mansion of the eighteenth century. Throughout the museum, you will find antique mining tools and instruments along with some of the mined metals over the centuries. There are also areas dedicated to Sinaloa’s bandits and legends. Make a note if you visit Cosala then this museum will be your go to. If you want to go on any type of tour just stop in here they will set it all up for you. too bad the girl at the front desk of our hotel didn’t share this information with us.  We actually set up our Eco reservation tour here with a fun guide Victor. You’ll get to know him a little better later this week in my next blog.

We found a few restaurants in town and decided we’d tried the El Publito. It was a large three-story restaurant with plenty of outdoor seating. The food was traditional and tasty at reasonable prices. We would of probably really enjoyed ourselves had it not been the height of fly season. The owner of El Publito has a couple of large green parrots one of which was a little boisterous and the other who just hung out in on the railings.

This is a mining town. At one time there were over sixty operational mines. There is now just four running they mine all kinds of minerals including, gold, silver, zinc etc… Many of the residents here still work in these four mines. Others work in tourism, farming, and artisans who are well known for there leather creative skills making amazing saddles, huaraches etc.. They are also artists who are weavers of textiles and fibers who make bags, hammocks and other daily used objects.

The surrounding greenery of Cosala is amazingly stunning, the beauty of the area was something that I absolutely fell in love with. All three of us absolutely adored how quaint the town was. Even if there wasn’t a whole lot to do this time of year. Fortunately, the hotel was comfortable and had a great little outdoor gazebo area where we could play cards in the evenings. I learned to play a game called hand and foot, this is a game that is part rummy part canasta sort of. A new one for me but It was fun and the ladies were awesomely patient with me as I learned. Since there was no bar haha we played cards, drank and had a good time chatting. I would return again just at a better time of the year. We were told late August and September were a good time because that was when the waterfalls were operational. And more tours were available.

Jeff’s Corner

“People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing. That’s why we recommend it daily.” Zig Ziglar

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Cosala Magico Just a few hours out of Mazatlan by bus tucked up to the Sierra Madres Occidental lays the colonial town of Cosala magico. Cosala was integrated into the magical towns of Mexico in 2005. Just a few hours out of Mazatlan by bus tucked up to the Sierra Madres Occidental lays the colonial town of Cosala magico.