#Giovanni reale

[giuliavaldi]

Platone nel Simposio fa dire ad Alcibiade anche questo: «E inoltre dico che Socrate assomiglia anche a Marsia [...). Sei arrogante, no? [...] E non sei forse suonatore di flauto? Anzi, sei molto più mirabile di quello. Marsia incantava gli uomini mediante strumenti, con la potenza che gli veniva dalla bocca [...). E tu sei diverso da lui solamente in questo, ossia nel senso che, senza usare strumenti, produci questo stesso effetto con le nude parole».

Socrate qui vestito di verde parla con i socratici. La figura elegante con elmo e armatura da molti è stata identificata, correttamente, con Alcibiade.

Giovanni Reale, La Scuola di Atene di Raffaello.

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«"Daré la bienvenida a todos los juicios de crítica científica", escribía Marx en el prefacio a la primera edición de El Capital. Por esto, se equivocan aquellos que, en lugar de estudiar y de efectuar una crítica de Marx, se limitan a lanzar imprecaciones contra él, pero se equivocan también aquellos marxistas que, en vez de tratar los trabajos fundamentales de Marx en su calidad de textos científicos, los consideran como textos religiosos que hay que venerar, proclamar y defender a cualquier precio. Muchos marxistas, incluso en nuestros días, se comportan todavía como los aristotélicos en la época de Galileo. En cualquier caso, y para evitar todo equívoco, hay que afirmar de inmediato que, después de Marx, se hace imposible un retorno a la ciencia social premarxista. Marx ofreció a la humanidad una nueva visión, que sirve para leer de manera distinta el mundo y la historia de los hombres. La influencia del factor económico sobre los hechos humanos no es la invención de un soñador.»

Giovanni Reale y Dario Antiseri: Historia del pensamiento filosófico y científico, III. Editorial Herder, pág. 194. Barcelona, 1995.

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

@dies-irae-1

[castriff]

No one told me this show was going to be so funny. I should have watched this ages ago.

[legobiwan]

Apropos of nothing, here's my personal headcanon in regards to Mario and Luigi's surname.

Now, it's been generally announced and accepted that the brothers' last name is "Mario," shackling them with the somewhat awkward full names of "Mario Mario" and "Luigi Mario." My take on this is that the family's original last name was "Marianetti" (likely coming from the more common "Marinetti"). This name was changed to "Marionetti" when the boys' grandmother came over from Italy. (A common occurrence in record keeping at immigration at the time. Someone probably had bad handwriting and smudged a pencil stroke somewhere. It happened in my family for sure).

In Brooklyn, their father went by the last name "Marionetti," which ended up shortened to just "Mario," as oftentimes he would be addressed by his surname only. (Think, "Hey, Mario! Get over here!" as opposed to "Hey, Marionetti! Get over here!")

So, the boys are born and get their names. (Their father's middle name was Mario, and so our Mario, being the oldest, inherits his father's middle name as his first name. Luigi's name maybe comes from the middle name of some uncle who is long out of the picture).

So we have "Mario Marionetti" and "Luigi Marionetti." Which, their surname being a mouthful, gets shortened to "Mario" more often than not, just like their father. And thus we end up with "Mario Mario" and "Luigi Mario," culminating in the "Mario Brothers."

[mikodrawnnarratives]

CUPIOROMANTIC LORELAI MY BELOVEDDD

she is in my heart

[rainbowpufflez]

Giovanni homophobia arc™️

[angeljude]

I’m sorry but these two have my heart 🥹

[sillystringsimpsons]

Pic unrelated. I just think they're cute here. Lol.

SOMETHING IS WRONG.

A short fanfic set in The Good Ones [AU], featuring Johnny and Frankie.

STORY BELOW CUT!

"Something is wrong."

As he speaks, his leg taps incessantly beneath the dining table: little creaks and the rhythmic scuff of his socks against the linoleum punctuating the syllables and iambs in his anxious words.

"Somethin's always wrong with yous," I mutter. My words are muffled as I lazily press a chunk of bread, drowned to limpness with pumpkin soup, into the pocket my right cheek. "What's the matter, coniglio? Jeez, is it the bread? Sorry, baby, I know you ain't a fan of them baked-in olives, but it's all the bodega had out when I got there-"

"Gio, damnit! I ain't a frigging toddler, I can stomach some damn olives!"

...Jesus.

I like his skittishness. I know it sounds a little patronising, but it's endearing to me; the constant fidgeting and wriggling is as much a part of him as the borrowed trace-scent of my cologne in the crook of his neck and the way he gets little crow's feet by his eyes when he smiles. But this, right now, is more than his day-to-day restlessness: he's cagey today: more so than normal. I can see it in the way his eyes dart frantically around the room, the way those dilated pupils can never quite seem to sit in one place, caught in that same little loop of endless motion as his squirming lower half.

"...Sorry."

As soon as he breaks the silence, I realise I've been absentmindedly holding my breath in - as if, if I had let it go, some inappropriate response to his seemingly unprovoked outburst would have slipped out with it. But he's taken the weight of the reply off my shoulders, leaving me with nothing to do but give a barely audible, shaky out-breath after I choke down the food still in my mouth with an unwittingly stilted swallow.

"I... I, uh, don't apologise, Frankie," is all I manage to offer, at first. "I shouldn't 'a cut you off like that. My foul, alright?"

"No, Johnny, it ain't your fault, babe, I just... I just-"

Ironically, he's never been very good at expressing himself: it's no real surprise that the words he wants to get lost at the tip of his tongue, leaving him with nothing but stutters and frustrated little grunts - and once he's run out of those, all he has left to give is a big, defeated groan as he buries his face into his hands.

"It's just... Things have been good."

That confession, meek and padded by the hum of his lips against his calloused palms, is the absolute last thing I expected to hear.

"Good?"

"Too good," he whines, still refusing to look me in the eyes. "Everything is too damn good, and I feel like somethin' awful is about to happen. I can't freaking relax, Gio, I feel like- Damnit, I don't know, it feels like my brain is full 'a fluid, and- And my head is going to explode- Or somethin'-!"

"What, like, a fever? Frankie, if you got a fever-"

"No, no, it's metaphor-ismical, or freakin'- Whatever you call it! I just... It feels like there are a million bees inside my skull, Johnny. Does that make sense?"

No, not really. The bees, at least: I can't particularly envision something like that, I've never been all that good at creative thinking - or whatever the ability to picture insects in your head is called.

But, what does make sense is the look in his eyes as he raises his gaze: only slightly, just enough to meet my own.

There's a frenetic, anxious energy there, one that I've seen time, and time again: in the eyes of the lanky, up-town sixteen-year-old who'd ride past my shop on his bike a suspicious amount of times every day, in the eyes of the point of contention sat across from me at one too many impromptu meetings of DiMaggio's inner circle, in the eyes of the disgraced caporegime reluctantly settling into his new place among the ranks of my crew...

In the eyes of the man sat opposite me.

I give my best attempt at a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah. It does."

[mt-beast]

Felt like doing a random expression sheet for Giovanni just for fun! Hopefully, if I get the time and energy for it, I'll get around to doing one for his anti-fairy Innavoig too.

[dr-yung]

I was just rereading sync pair stories. what the hell

[fallershipping]

Team Rocket is still a thing, just heavily restricted to Kanto, under a different name, and mostly in the shadows with their shark fins popping out in the red light districts like Kabukicho. They also own some Rapidash in horse racing.

... Actually it's kinda weird how they tried to take over Johto of all regions, since Johto basically the countryside while Kanto is Tokyo and a capital hub of economics. That's one way to make a very failed comeback... No wonder Giovanni never responded.

Their shadowy nature is also why Looker heard rumors about them in Alola during USUM, but couldn't do much because he thought it was the typical shady business that was so minor and secretive, he'd need to investigate for a long while before knowing if he had the right to make an arrest. Plus it was just sightings, and it could have been vacation.

But let's be honest here, Looker Anabel and Nanu should have been involved in Rainbow Rocket at the very least. Could have revealed Nanu's connection to Giovanni, but it's not the same Giovanni as the one in their dimension... It's very realistic for RR Giovanni to dimensional travel because if he gained control of Kanto's capital and research, he could have funded some interesting things.

He's done it once before with Mewtwo. He'll do it again. Do note that Porygon was a Kanto born Pokemon made to travel dimensions, only found in an establishment owned by Team Rocket.

[chipsncookies]

Saranghae Giovanni oppa 🫰🫰🫰🫰

[fluffyyymocha]

why are the honkai star rail npcs so lovable, giovanni and velite especially, i love them like they're playable characters

[jadeazora]

This turned up in my FB memories today. I've been asking for a rival to undergo an alignment shift ever since at least Gen6.

So, man, do I feel some serious vindication now we've got Kieran. I'm strongly leaning towards the possession theory being a thing, taken over by the Toxic Chain in his pursuit of power, so I guess it's kinda joining up with the L3 trio master in a way. (The resentment towards us for lying about Ogerpon, constantly beating him in battle, and stealing his dream out from underneath his nose is still very much his own, tho.)

[snuffkip]

19 year old theatre kid wanna-be-villain loser weirdboy and his adopted 12 year old with anxiety and the only brain cell is a GENIUS dynamic. 10/10. @jelloapocalypse

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[ID: Digital fanart of Molly Blyndeff, a mixed race girl with curly hair with star clips, wearing a bear hoodie, a green skirt, pink tights, yellow wellington boots and a yellow backpack. She is on the shoulders of Giovanni Potage, a tall white man with spiky pink hair wearing a yellow "bonzai blasters" outfit with a red cape. The text above them reads:

Giovanni: Bear Trap, we are going on a dangerous evil mission!

Molly: Boss, are we going to McDonalds?

Giovanni: [small text] maybe.

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Textless art below:

[m0th-t33th]

hey man.