#Elena Oliva

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Le aziende Cia Alessandria alla Fiera di San Baudolino. Via Vochieri si trasforma nella "Via dell’Agricoltura" per la festa del patrono di Alessandria

Domenica prossima, Alessandria celebrerà il suo patrono San Baudolino con la tradizionale Fiera di San Baudolino, un evento attesissimo che richiama cittadini e visitatori nella città.

Domenica prossima, Alessandria celebrerà il suo patrono San Baudolino con la tradizionale Fiera di San Baudolino, un evento attesissimo che richiama cittadini e visitatori nella città. La fiera si svolgerà lungo via Vochieri, ribattezzata per l’occasione “Via dell’Agricoltura”, dove numerose aziende agricole e produttori locali esporranno le loro specialità. Tra i protagonisti di quest’anno ci…

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I Can’t Go Back to Where I Used To Be

This was never what she expected, a life she told herself that she would never get to have, but she was so glad she had it.

-x-

Hi friends, this is a fic for my friend @rawr-jess who just finished all of her exams!! And because I missed her birthday (in my defence I didn't know when it was until afterwards) I told her I'd write something for her now <3

It's full of girl dad Aaron, family fluff and all the good stuff.

-x-

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: pregnancy, references to infertility

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Another child had never been part of the plan. 

In Paris, she’d been told that having children was unlikely, but not impossible. It had devastated her. She’d walked home from that appointment in a daze, the streets of a city she’d once loved now her prison as she felt like nothing more than a ghost of her former self. When she returned to her apartment, a place she would never have chosen, she laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. Her eyes fixed on the air conditioning unit that made a noise she could hear even now if she thought about it too much. 

She didn’t cry about it until she was already home, her months in Paris and her recovery both things she would rather forget as she got further and further away from them. It was only when she and Aaron were looking to buy a house together that she thought about it again. The real estate agent’s comment about how the room next to the master bedroom would make a perfect nursery hanging in the air around them, Aaron’s wistful smile enough to make Emily choke on familiar grief filling in her lungs, the sound of that old air conditioning unit clicking in her head the whole journey back to his apartment as he talked about how perfect the house was. 

She cried that night. Tears burning tracks down her cheeks as she told him what she was sure would stop their relationship, the very thing that had made her turn down Clyde’s offer of a job in London, in its tracks. Instead, all Aaron does is pull her into a hug and reassure her that he loved her, that he loved whatever life they were going to have together. Even if it just ended up just the two of them and Jack. 

Then Olivia came along. Bright pink, screaming and furious as she was handed to Emily. She remembered how her hands shook, her body pushed to its limit as she held her daughter for the first time, the anxiety she had felt her entire pregnancy flooding out of her as it was replaced with the love she’d been too afraid to feel ever since two lines appeared on a stick in their ensuite bathroom. Aaron had been by her side the entire time, the same calming reassurance he’d surrounded her with for months, his smile wide and full of wonder as they spent their first few moments with their little girl.

Two years later Elena was born. She was quieter than her sister, slightly more subdued from the start in a way that worried Emily at first, so used to the way Olivia was always insistent on what she wanted that she spent countless nights just watching her newborn sleep. As the months went by it became clear that Elena was just like Aaron and Jack. Quieter and more stoic than Emily and Oliva. 

Their family had felt complete, their home as hectic as it was full of love. Another child had never been part of the plan until Emily once again found herself with a positive pregnancy test in hand. Laughing as she wished she could go back and talk to the version of herself who cried into Aaron’s chest when she was sure they’d never have kids and tell her that, apparently, she and Aaron were the most fertile couple on the planet despite everything that technically should have been working against them. 

It’s how she found herself at her OBGYN for her 20-week scan with Aaron by her side, a fussy Elena in his lap as she recovers from getting her shots at her 12-month appointment. 

“You’re ok, princess,” Aaron says, holding Elena and her stuffed elephant, a bright pink thing called Penny named after the person who bought it for her, “Once Mommy has her appointment we can go home.” 

Emily reaches over to tuck some of Elena’s hair behind her ear, smiling when her daughter leans into her palm, seeking out the comfort the always wanted from her mother. She scoots towards her, her little fists reaching out for Emily and Aaron holds her even tighter. 

“You stay with Daddy for now sweet girl, ok?” She says gently, “Mommy is too full of baby and all the water I had to drink on the way here,” she looks at Aaron over Elena’s head and narrows her eyes when she sees he is smiling, “I don’t know what you’re smiling about, your doctor's appointment is next week.” 

Even though her age meant it was highly unlikely she’d be able to have another baby after this one, she wanted to make sure it wouldn’t happen. Aaron had readily agreed to the vasectomy, not arguing even once in a way that made her need to pull out all the reasons she’d come up with prior to raising it with him. She knew it was because he understood the practicalities of it, that he had watched her go through now three pregnancies that hadn’t been easy on her, and it was a relatively simple procedure. That, and she had made many threats that they were never having sex again if they didn’t do something.

“I know, sweetheart,” He says, picking up Penny as it hits the floor, knowing they would be in for a rough afternoon if they left it anywhere, “It’s in my calendar on my phone” he winks at her, “and you wrote it in red pen on the paper one my desk.” 

She smiles at him and places her hand on her stomach, the baby rolling around and pressing against her full bladder, “I just want to make sure,” she replies, “So, final chance - are we going to find out what we’re having?”

With Olivia, they’d found out as soon as they could. It was something that Emily could control, knowing that they were having a little girl the thing that had held her together throughout a pregnancy she’d once been told was unlikely to happen. When she had Elena they’d decided to leave it as a surprise which had led to both Emily and Aaron crying as their daughter was handed to them for the first time, the moment no less amazing than the first time. 

“I say we find out,” he replies, readjusting his hold on Elena who had now fallen asleep against him, “So we can prepare Dave in case it is another mini Emily.” 

She laughs and shakes her head, “Oh please, Elena might look like a mini-me but she is you through and through. She even has your scowl, which is impressive considering she’s only 12 months old.” 

“Emily Prentiss?” 

They both look up at the sound of her name being called, smiling as they look at the nurse. Emily looks back at her husband and reaches out to squeeze his hand, “Let’s go see the baby.” 

Neither of them notices how the bright pink elephant slips out of Elena’s slack hand as they stand.

___

“I cannot believe you left the damn elephant there.” 

“That’s a bad word, Mama.” 

Emily looks down at Olivia and smiles at the three-year-old, “Sorry sweetie, you’re right,” she looks back up at her husband and her smile slips off her face, “I cannot believe you left the elephant there.” 

Aaron pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath as he tries to zone out from the incessant crying coming from his youngest daughter. Elena woke up as soon as they got home and it became immediately clear that they had left her favourite toy at the doctor's office. She was inconsolable, her face buried in Emily’s neck as she paced back and forth in their living room with their daughter sitting on top of her bump. 

“I swear, Em I thought I had it.”

She glares at him, her irritation clear, and she takes a moment from comforting their daughter, “Well clearly you don’t.” 

“You didn’t have it either.” 

He regrets it the moment he says it, and he watches as his wife’s eyes go wide before he can apologise, “Well I was too busy trying not to pis-” she looks back down at Olivia, the little girl happily colouring in her book, before she looks back up, “Pee myself whilst I had an ultrasound for the best part of a freaking hour.” 

“You’re right,” he says, holding his hands up in front of him, stepping back towards the front door and picking his keys back off the side table, “I am sorry and I am on my way back to the doctor's office to get it.”  

She nods, pressing a kiss into Elena’s head as she rubs her hand up and down her back, “Ok, thank you,” she smiles at him, “I love you. Even if you do leave our kid’s favourite toy in a doctor's office.” 

He chuckles and opens the front door, “I love you too.” 

Eventually, mercifully, Elena falls asleep, worn out by her tears and vaguely placated by Oliva’s offer of every single one of her stuffed animals that she carried down the stairs one by one in an attempt to cheer up her sister. It makes Emily well up too, the kindness shown by her eldest daughter enough to tip her over the edge, but she manages to keep it together, well aware that they didn’t need someone else crying right now.

When Jack gets home from school, his eyes wide at the scene he comes home to, he takes Olivia to the den without being asked. Distracting her so Emily can focus entirely on her youngest. She feels the baby move in her belly and she smiles. 

Her youngest for now. 

Emily winces as the doorbell rings, and she looks at Elena, the little girl still fast asleep against her, and sighs in relief. She walks towards the door and smiles as she opens it, laughing as she looks Dave up and down, a box of cooking equipment in his hands. 

“You do realise we have pans here, right?” She says, stepping back so he can walk past her, “You don’t have to bring your own.” 

“If I’m cooking dinner for everyone I’m bringing my cast iron skillet,” he replies raising an eyebrow at her as they walk to the kitchen, his eyes flicking between her and the line of stuffed animals on the couch, “Remind me why I am cooking dinner for everyone when you’re hosting again?” 

“Because Aaron and I are the ones with small children and the last time you hosted Livvie drew on your living room wall with a crayon and you still won’t let me forget it.”

He chuckles as he places the box on the kitchen counter, “Do you know how expensive that wallpaper is?” 

“Yes,” she replies, shifting Elena in her now aching arms, “I wrote you a cheque for the replacement, remember?” 

Dave looks her up and down, “Should you be carrying her like that in your condition?” 

Emily narrows her eyes at him, “I’m pregnant, not sick. And if I put her down she will start crying because she got shots this morning so she’s cranky anyway, and Aaron left her favourite toy at the doctor's office.” 

“So that’s why his car isn’t in the driveway?” 

She nods, “He should be on his way back, hopefully with the pink elephant in tow or he’s sleeping on the couch tonight,” she says, “And Jack is currently being the best big brother in the world and keeping Livvie entertained with a game I know he hates.” 

He smiles as he starts to get his ingredients out, “Hopefully baby number three will be a boy to even things out for him and Aaron.” 

Her response catches in her chest and she holds Elena a little closer before she clears her through, “Actually, it’s another girl,” she says, her joy from when the doctor told her returning and mixing in with the anxiety she’d felt ever since, “We found out today.” 

Dave smiles, “Congratulations,” he says before he shakes his head, “Poor Aaron though, totally outnumbered.” 

She feels a pang in her chest, irritated that Dave seemed to have picked up on her biggest insecurity in one swoop. She was delighted they were having another girl, she would have been if they were having a boy. It still took her aback sometimes that this was her life. That she had a son, Jack every bit as much as hers as the girls were, and soon-to-be three daughters, that she had a husband who she could yell at about like mundane things like their kid’s favourite toy. Even though this third baby hadn’t been part of the plan she so desperately loved her already. 

And she knew Aaron did too, but a small part of her was worried he was disappointed that they were having another girl. They hadn’t had much of a chance to talk about it, the moment they got home Elena had woken up and everything had gone to hell, and now she wouldn’t get a chance to talk to him about it until the team left after pasta night. 

She fixes a smile on her face, “He loves it, you know that.” 

Dave nods, conceding to the well-known fact that if there was one thing Aaron loved it was being a dad, regardless of anything else. 

She’s grateful when he doesn’t say anything else, and she just hopes she’s right. 

___

Aaron yawns as he walks down the stairs of his home and towards the living room. He smiles when he sees Emily on the couch with Olivia, the toddler fast asleep in her mother’s lap.

“Jack is playing his video game, Ellie is fast asleep and Penny the elephant is secure in her arms,” he says quietly, “And I might put a damn tracker on it,” he smiles when she laughs and he points towards Olivia, “Want me to take her up?” 

Emily shakes her head, “Not yet,” she says, her fingers trailing through Olivia’s hair, “It’s rare I get to snuggle with her like this these days,” she looks back at her husband, “She’s always on the move.” 

He smiles as he settles on the couch and puts his arm around the two of them, “That’s because she’s just like you.” 

She rests her head against his shoulder, “I remember being so scared when I was pregnant with her,” she says, her eyes fixed on their daughter’s face, “I was terrified the whole time something was going to go wrong because nothing had ever gone right for me,” she blushes when she looks up at him, “Until you and Jack of course,” she looks back down at Olivia, “And then she was here and she was perfect.”

“She’s still perfect,” Aaron says, “Even when she’s insisting I’ve cut her watermelon the wrong way. She’s perfect,” he places his hand on Emily’s bump, “All of them are.” 

Her smile falters slightly and she feels the question she has been trying to push down all day climbing up her throat before she can stop it, “You’re not disappointed are you?” She asks, smiling when she feels a kick she knows he has too, “You’re not disappointed it's a girl?” 

He snaps his head up so fast it pulls at his neck, making him wince as he puts his hand on it to rub at the sore tendons. 

“What?” He asks, shaking his head, “Of course not. Do I seem disappointed?” 

“God, no,” she says, blowing out a breath as she closes her eyes, “No, I’m sorry. It’s just something Dave said before you got home and…” she drifts off, irritated at herself as tears flood her eyes, “At one point I was so sure I wouldn’t have any of this, l laid on the floor in my place in Paris and convinced myself I didn’t need any of this to be happy,” she jumps slightly when she feels his finger against her cheek, only realising she was actually crying until he wipes the tears away, “And maybe I would have been happy, a different kind of happy,” she says, her words catching in her chest, “But happy nonetheless. So all of this. You, Jack and the girls, and this baby all feels like it’s a dream I’ll wake up from one day.” 

“Em-”

“Like I’ll wake up on the floor in that fucking apartment with the stupid broken air conditioning and none of this will have been real.” 

“Sweeheart,” he says, stopping her from saying anything else, placing his hand back on her belly, both of them smiling when the baby kicks, “It’s all very real. I’m here, Ellie and Jack are upstairs, Livvie is sleeping right here on top of you,” he smiles again, “And baby girl number three is kicking up a storm in there,” he reaches up to wipe tears from her cheek, “And nothing about that could ever be disappointing to me.” 

A sob escapes her before she can prevent it, and she shakes her head, “Damn it, Aaron you can’t say shit like that to a pregnant woman.” 

“It’s true,” he says, leaning in to kiss her, his lips soft against hers, “I’d have a hundred little girls with you if I could.”

She laughs at that, shaking her head at him as she cups his cheek. He somehow always knew exactly what to say to cheer her up, and she was still after all these years getting used to having someone who loved her enough to understand her in that way. Any residual concern he was disappointed is gone, and she smiles at him. 

“Well that’s impossible for two reasons. One - I am 45 so having another kid after this one is unlikely as it is, and secondly-”

“I’m having a vasectomy next week.” 

She smiles and nods, stroking his cheek with her thumb, “You’re having a vasectomy next week,” they fall into brief silence, the only noise in the room Olivia’s soft breathing, before Emily speaks again, “We’ll have to come up with a name,” she says, kissing him again, “I can only think of boys names.” 

He chuckles, rubbing his hand over her bump, “We have time, plus maybe we can get the kids to help.” 

___

Emily winces as she readjusts in the hospital bed, shushing the newborn baby in her arms as she cries out at the movement. 

“It’s ok sweet girl,” she says quietly, “You’re ok,” she looks up at the clock on the wall and smiles to herself before she looks down at her daughter, “You’d better enjoy the quiet it’s the last time you’ll ever experience it. Daddy will be here any minute with your brother and sisters and we love them but they are all so loud.” 

She was looking forward to seeing her children, she’d missed them, but she was enjoying a few seconds of quiet with who she knew was going to be her last baby. 

“You look just like your sisters,” she whispers, running her fingers over the baby’s dark hair, “which means you look like me,” she smiles, “Sorry about the nose.” 

She hears familiar, and thundering footsteps in the hallway and she grimaces, knowing Aaron would be being glared at by any nurses who were in the hall. The door is flung open and she spots Olivia and Jack before they rush over to the bed. Aaron is in the room a second later, Elena on his hip as he smiles.

“Everyone be careful with Mom, ok?” He says, closing the door behind him, smiling before he walks over and leans down to kiss his wife, “Hi, how are you?” 

“Good,” she replies, “Tired.” 

“Understandable,” he replies, winking at her before he sits Elena down next to her, the little girl desperate for her mother, “Be careful, Ellie.” 

“Baby!” 

“That’s right, sweetie,” Emily says, shifting the blanket around the baby’s face so the others can see her, “This is your baby sister.”

“This is Jasmine?” Jack asks, his smile as wide as it was the first time he met Olivia and Elena, always excited to be an older brother. 

Emily smiles at Aaron who nods. They’d asked the kids to help name the baby and whilst they’d had to veto a number of options, most of the more ridiculous ones from Olivia who wanted to call the newborn ‘Mufasa’, and they finally settled on a name that seemed right. 

Aaron always called all of the girls princess anyway. 

“Yeah,” she says, looking back at the baby, “This is Jasmine.” 

-x-

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This isn't a Sailor Moon-related song, but this is my favorite song from Elena of Avalor, and I've been wanting to do a cover of it for a while. Since it's about Día de los Muertos, it made sense to me to post it around that time, but I never got to it till now.

Also I am not fluent in Spanish (or Hispanic), so I apologize if any pronunciation is off.

I also didn't use a clip for this, because I was pretty positive Disney would block it. (I did get a copyright claim for the music, but that's to be expected).

Music from: My CD (Elena of Avalor EP) Karaoke made by: Me Vocals: Me Background image from: Amazon Lyrics & cover image background from: Disney Fandom Wiki

I DO NOT OWN ELENA OF AVALOR OR THIS SONG. THE SONG IS OWNED BY WALT DISNEY RECORDS, JOHN KAVANAUGH, SILVIA CARDENAS OLIVAS, CRAIG GERBER, AIMEE CARRERO, EMILIANO DIAZ, LAURA DICKINSON, RUDY CARDENAS, BARAKA MAY, AND GREG WHIPPLE. ELENA OF AVALOR IS OWNED BY DISNEY ANIMATION, TeamTO, CRAIG GERBER, JAMIE MITCHELL, ELLIOT M. BOUR, NATHAN CHEW, DISNEY CHANNEL, AND DISNEY JR.

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Mother Nocturna (2022) Movie Review

Mother Nocturna – Movie Review Director: Daniele Campea Writer: Daniele Campea (Screenplay) Cast Susanna Costaglione (Macbeth – Neo Film Opera) Sofia Ponente Edoardo Oliva Elena Battarin Vincenzo Mambella Ricardo Pellegrini Plot: Agnese is a wolf biologist who gets back to her husband and daughter after a long hospitalization in a mental institution. The moon has an occult power over…

[tepuhueicoconservancy]

Reunión del Comité Ambiental Comunal de Chonchi aborda diversos temas medioambientales

El 19 de julio, el Comité Ambiental Comunal (CAC) se reunió en Chonchi con la participación de representantes y autoridades, incluyendo Ariel Ramos de 4R, Elena de Bochetti de Bosque Piedra, Beatriz Oliva de la municipalidad, y representantes de comunidades indígenas y del Parque Tepuhueico.

Se trataron temas como el manejo del vertedero municipal y el plan “BasuraCero”, la creación de los estatutos del CAC, la instalación de señalética para proteger la fauna nativa en la ruta Notuco-Chanquin, los impactos de proyectos eólicos, y la administración del Santuario de la Naturaleza del Lago Huillinco. El Parque Tepuhueico apoyó con una carta para el Concurso del Fondo de Protección Ambiental 2023 y desde entonces, forma parte del Comité Ambiental Comunal.

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Ruta "Casas con vida" en Fresnedillas de la Oliva

Hoy os traigo una ruta muy original de graffitis en la provincia de Madrid, en concreto en Fresnedillas de la Oliva.Este pequeño pueblo destaca por los graffitis ubicados en las ventanas y las puertas de las casas de la localidad.Todos ellos son obra de la artista Elena Parlange. Hay 86 graffitis repartidos por todo el pueblo, así que podeis dar un paseo por la villa, mientras los buscais…

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The Exterminating Angel (Luis Buñuel, 1962)

Cast: Silvia Pinal, Enrique Rambal, Claudio Brook, José Baviera, Augusto Benedico, Antonio Bravo, Jacqueline Andere, César de Campo, Rosa Elena Durgel, Lucy Gallardo, Enrique García Álvarez. Ofelia Guilmáin, Nadia Haro Oliva, Tito Junco, Xavier Loyà, Xavier Massé, Ofelia Montesco, Luis Beristáin, Patricia Morán, Patricia de Morelos, Bertha Moss. Screenplay: Luis Buñuel, Luis Alcoriza. Cinematography: Gabriel Figueroa. Production design: Jesús Bracho. Film editing: Carlos Savage. Music: Raúl Lavista. The Exterminating Angel teeters occasionally on the brink of heavy-handed satire – the sheep entering the now-blocked church at the film’s end, for example – but somehow Luis Buñuel always recovers his balance. I think it’s because he knows that surrealism – the movement which gave him birth – must always be underpinned by a dutiful semi-documentary realism, that we must never be entirely sure whether the improbable characters we’re encountering and the unlikely events we’re witnessing are external to us or are products of our own unstable minds. Take the déjà vu effect near the beginning of the film, when we witness the guests arriving at the mansion of the Nobiles and ascending the staircase only to watch the same scene repeated almost immediately from a somewhat different angle. For a moment we wonder if the projectionist has put on the wrong reel or the film editor has forgotten to excise the repeated scene. Or perhaps we wonder if we dozed off for a second and missed something that would explain the repetition. But no, the director must be playing with us, we conclude. That, or we’re trapped in his own world, just as he is to trap the guests inside a room later, never bothering to provide an explanation of the force that keeps them there. It’s one of those tricks that can only work in the movies, where we, like the house guests, have gathered and found ourselves unable to escape. We can choose to escape from the experience The Exterminating Angel presents to us – nothing prevents us from leaving the theater or turning off the video – but we don’t. So there’s much to be said for the observation that the house guests are us, that Buñuel’s point is not just that the Spanish bourgeoisie of the Franco years were seething in their own corruption and inertia, but also that we are all trapped by something in our psyches and/or societies that limits and lames us.

EL ÁNGEL EXTERMINADOR (dir. Luis Buñuel, 1962)

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Borisov-Musatov Víctor (1870-1905)

COLLAR DE ESMERALDAS

1903 -1904

Tamaño - 126 x 215,5

Material - lienzo

Técnica - óleo, témpera

Número de inventario - Inv.3719

Adquirido por el Consejo de la Galería Tretyakov de E.V. Borisova-Musatova.1908

Borisov-Musatov pasó el verano de 1903 con su esposa, la artista Elena Alexandrova, a doscientos kilómetros de Saratov, en la ciudad de Cheremshany, cerca de Khvalynsk. Aquí, entre los robledales, comenzó a trabajar en la pintura "Collar de esmeraldas", que se convirtió en la encarnación de su antigua idea: glorificar el verano, la juventud, la búsqueda de la felicidad. Borisov-Musatov llamará a "El collar de esmeraldas" su pintura más "pagana". A su entender, “paganismo” es sinónimo de panteísmo. Llenas de tiernos encantos, las chicas del “Collar Esmeralda” se sienten atraídas por los rayos del sol tan inconscientemente como las hojas de roble y las bolas de diente de león blanco se vuelven hacia el sol entre la hierba verde.

En El collar de esmeraldas, Borisov-Musatov rechaza una composición cerrada. Parece que las figuras femeninas ubicadas a lo largo del lienzo solo avanzaban, pero por alguna razón desconocida para el espectador, el movimiento se interrumpió: una de las chicas se detuvo, alguien miró hacia atrás y solo la ubicada en el lado derecho del cuadro, con rizos dorados, sigue moviéndose. Peculiares "guirnaldas" de hojas de roble, situadas sobre las cabezas de las niñas, repiten el ritmo de esta procesión detenida. El ritmo también es inherente al esquema de color de la imagen, que se basa en gradaciones de colores y sombras verde oscuro, azul verdoso, esmeralda, oliva, dorado, amarillo verdoso.

La trama de la imagen no es importante para el autor, no hay conexión de eventos o significado alegórico en ella. Las figuras no personifican nada específico, el artista simplemente las dispone sobre el fondo de un patrón caprichoso de hojas verdes, como un joyero crea un collar de esmeraldas con piedras preciosas. Borisov-Musatov terminó la pintura en Podolsk, cerca de Moscú, a donde se mudó desde Saratov a fines de 1903. La proximidad a Moscú era extremadamente importante para él. Durante varios años ha sido un líder reconocido, líder ideológico y uno de los organizadores de exposiciones de la Asociación de Artistas de Moscú. Poco a poco, jóvenes seguidores de Borisov-Musatov comenzaron a agruparse en torno a esta asociación: los pintores Pavel Kuznetsov, Pyotr Utkin y sus amigos Martiros Saryan, Nikolai Sapunov, Sergei Sudeikin, que venían de Saratov, quienes en unos años forman su propia asociación artística."Rosa Azul".

Información e imagen de la web de la Galería Tretyakov.

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Mother Nocturna is coming!

Buffalo 8 is honored to launch their fall genre slate with Daniele Campea’s psychological drama Mother Nocturna (Madre Notturna). Campea’s latest feature, inspired by Eurpides’ The Bacchae, tracks a mentally fragile doctor as she attempts to reconnect with her family while resisting calls from the moon. Mother Nocturna will debut on North American Cable VOD and Digital HD September 27th 2024,…

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this is all u get for now-

[lets-get-shipping]

Okay... that’s it.

First they make an episode where the characters they created are acting out of character, and believe me I can tell.

I watch the show three times through in a row and focused on the characters, on how the talk, walk, how they react to certain situations, their dynamics with others and relations with everyone, their personalities, designs, how they act when certain people enter or leave. I watched and analyzed EVERYTHING about every single character I saw within the show until I knew them perfectly so that when I wrote my fanfictions, I could portray in a way that was true to their characters and who they are.

Then the creators of this show, the creators of the backstories, the plot, the characters, their designs, and every small detail that has to do with these people, they mess it up. They give us an episode that shows two of the secondary mains acting out of character toward others, towards each other, and even acting out of character towards themselves.

Then to make everything worse they do this to us now... with Esteban. He was always one of my favorite characters and after watching that special... I’m not happy, not sad, I’m just empty. My mind is racing, my stomach and head physically hurt, it just... wasn’t him. Esteban knew the pain the others were feeling, he understood why they would not forgive him and he wuld never do that to his familia again, so to have him double cross them AGAIN is out of character as well and just not right. Esteban would have never teamed up with the Delgados because he learned his lesson with Shuriki and he regrets it everyday. To be true to his character, he would have either faced his punishment, or left the Delgados to help save his familia when he realized they were in trouble because that’s just who he is... and the creators got it wrong. They made these characters and for two fantastic seasons they showed us the depths of these characters, their weaknesses and strengths, what scares them and the deepest emotions that are within their hearts. Then all of a sudden it’s like they no longer know what they’re doing. I’m do with season 3, until they can remember who these characters truly are and how to portray them correctly instead of having them suddenly acting out of character and not like themselves, then I’m done. I’m just done.

I couldn’t sleep last night because my mind was racing from just the past few episodes and what had happened and how awfully they had done on this third season. They only mains that they’re actually getting right currently is Elena, Mateo, and Isabel. Even Luisa wouldn’t have been that hard on Esteban because she knows the pain he’s gone through, loosing his parents and fading into the background. She isn’t a stupid woman, she would have picked up on this stuff and been able to tell Esteban was not happy during those times and so I feel, and know, that she would not have been that hard on him truthfully.

I’m going to continue The Sealed Legend, but know that in mine, the events of season 3 don’t exist, not until the directors and creators can get their acts together. And if this makes you angry, then ok, you don’t have to read my stories, you don’t need to follow my Tumblr, you have your own opinions as well and this is me sharing mine.

I’m gonna go lay down now and try to get my mind to calm down at least a bit... though I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

Bye guys.

[desayunoconpeliculas]

El Ángel Exterminador (1962).

Edmundo Nóbile y su esposa Lucía son los anfitriones de una muy formal cena. Inexplicablemente, sus empleados tienen bastante prisa por irse, mientras que los invitados parecen tener muchas ganas de quedarse. Luego de la cena, todos pasan hasta uno de los salones de estar que hay en la mansión. Da la medianoche, la 1, las 2, las tres de la madrugada y nadie se va. Los invitados se quedan a dormir. Al día siguiente, se les ofrece café antes de irse; todos lo aceptan, pero siguen sin moverse. El grupo está metido en esa sala sin poder salir, sin explicación alguna. Pasan días, semanas y nadie sabe por qué no pueden salir de la mansión.

Hasta el día de hoy no sé por qué cresta nadie se iba. Sólo sé que no es una película para ver en cuarentena.

[nicocastellini]

E' uscito Le Periferie 13!!!

E’ uscito Le Periferie 13!!!

Il nostro magazine, giunto al 13° numero, è online e pronto per essere sfogliato gratuitamente! Ricordiamo che la versione cartacea è disponibile, gratuitamente, su richiesta. Buona lettura! Il team di Arrivo APS

[anahuacalli]

1962: El ángel exterminador - Dir. Luis Buñuel

[kariggi]

I love these two even more if that was possible

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