#Laura Mango

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[Stasera faremo cadere il cielo][Giuliana Misserville]

Stasera Faremo Cadere il Cielo: Un’Antologia di Fantascienza Queer per Sognare un Futuro Nuovo Titolo: Stasera faremo cadere il cieloA cura di: Giuliana MisservilleEdito da: Zona 42Anno: 2024Pagine: 304ISBN: 9791280868657 La sinossi di Stasera faremo cadere il cielo a cura di Giuliana Misserville “Di sotto è pieno di creature. Stanno circondando la casa, si tengono per mano. Stanno guardando…

[princessgiggles333]

wasn’t gonna drink tonight but i’m missing laura lee like a mf …

[maurosempre]

Mango e Laura Valente - Chissà se nevica {SANREMO 2007} 3a serata

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[irlpretear]

100 trans/genderqueer musicians

Bands

Against Me! (rock, folk punk) (x)

The Oozes (punk) (x)

The Hirs Collective (metal, grindcore) (x)

GEL (hardcore punk) (x)

Urn (hardcore punk) (x)

The Black Dresses (noise pop, hardcore hyperpop) (x)

Party Ghost (rock) (x)

Lagrimas (hardcore punk, scream punk) (x)

Doll Skin (rock) (x)

Dazey and the Scouts (rock, indie) (x)

G.L.O.S.S. (hardcore punk) (x)

Dog Park Dissidents (punk rock) (x)

She/Her/hers (rock) (x)

Deli Girls (hardcore electronic) (x)

Dream Nails (punk rock) (x)

Sarah and the Safe Word (rock, dark cabaret) (x)

Pinkie Promise (punk rock) (x)

B. Fraser (emo) (x)

Newgrounds Death Rugby (emo) (x)

Scowl (hardcore punk) (x)

Feminazgul (black metal) (x)

Sports Bra (dream pop, light rock) (x)

Club Sofa (indie pop) (x)

The Cost ov Living (grindcore, harsh noise) (x)

Kuromy (punk) (x)

The Sonder Bombs (indie, pop) (x)

Lidocaine (rock) (x)

I'm letting unseen forces take the wheel (cybergrind) (x)

Gum Disease (punk) (x)

Cam Girl (rock, trash rock) (x)

Gully Boys (grunge pop) (x)

Arcadia Grey (sparkle punk) (x)

Schmekel (folk punk) (x)

Destructo Disk (punk rock) (x)

User Unauthorized (hardcore punk) (x)

The Spook School (indie pop) (x)

Pinkshift (emo) (x)

Glass Beach (emo) (x)

Butch Baby (light rock) (x)

VIAL (indie punk) (x)

Sister Wife Sex Strike (folk punk) (x)

homewrecker. (metal, hardcore punk) (x)

Mega Mango (indie rock) (x)

Keep For Cheap (prarie rock) (x)

Steam Powered Giraffe (cabaret, steampunk) (x)

Thotcrime (grindcore, cybergrind) (x)

Whirlybird (indie pop) (x)

Kampsport (hardcore punk) (x)

Um Jennifer? (alt-rock, punk) (x)

Scarlet Demore (alt-rock) (x)

HappyHappy (folk, folk-punk) (x)

Queen Zee (punk) (x)

Grumpy Plum (slop pop) (x)

Cheap Perfume (punk) (x)

Pollyanna (power-pop, rock) (x)

Ballista (metalcore) (x)

Faetooth (fairy doom, metal) (x)

Lacerated (death metal) (x)

Fortuna Malvada (hardcore punk) (x)

Peach Rings (bedroom power-pop) (x)

Solo Artists

Laura Jane Grace (rock, folk punk) (x)

Left at London (pop) (x)

ZAND (pop, ugly pop) (x)

Ada Rook (hardcore electronic) (x)

Ms. White (pop) (x)

Rett Madison (indie, folk) (x)

Murder Person for Hire (folk) (x)

Backxwash (rap, industrial hip hop) (x)

LustSickPuppy (electronic, rap) (x)

Babylungs (electronic, rap) (x)

Human Kitten (folk punk) (x)

Harley Poe (folk punk) (x)

Ewy (emo, folk punk) (x)

Averstaskta (instrumental) (x)

Andie Schoen (indie) (x)

Elliot Lee (dark pop, electronic rock) (x)

Urias (hip hop, ballroom) (x)

Twink Obliterator* (cybergrind) (x)

Rio Romeo (cabaret punk, indie) (x)

Knife Girl (art pop, indie) (x)

Alexander James Adams (folk) (x)

Starmaxx (pop) (x)

Sofya Wang (pop, alt-R&B) (x)

Boy Jr (indie/alt pop) (x)

Medusa (revenge pop, hip-hop) (x)

Mal Blum (singer-songwriter, folk) (x)

Gina Young (riot grrrl) (x)

Petra Fiyd (indie pop) (x)

awfultune (bedroom pop) (x)

Quinn Hills (alternative pop) (x)

Femtanyl (electronic) (x)

Vivivivivi (electronic, glitchcore) (x)

Lilac Boy (glitchcore) (x)

Rosie Tucker (indie rock) (x)

Ryan Cassata (singer-songwriter) (x)

Pain Chain (noise, synth) (x)

In Love With A Ghost (electronic, lo-fi) (x)

Alice Longyu Gao (hyperpop) (x)

Prophetic Nightmares (ambient synthwave) (x)

Saint Wellesley (indie folk) (x)

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Summer looks 🌼

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The Disability Library

I love books, I love literature, and I love this blog, but it's only been recently that I've really been given the option to explore disabled literature, and I hate that. When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be able to read about characters like me, and now as an adult, all I want is to be able to read a book that takes us seriously.

And so, friends, Romans, countrymen, I present, a special disability and chronic illness booklist, compiled by myself and through the contributions of wonderful members from this site!

As always, if there are any at all that you want me to add, please just say. I'm always looking for more!

Edit 20/10/2023: You can now suggest books using the google form at the bottom!

Updated: 31/08/2023

Articles and Chapters

The Drifting Language of Architectural Accessibility in Victor Hugo's Notre-Dame de Paris, Essaka Joshua, 2012

Early Modern Literature and Disability Studies, Allison P. Hobgood, David Houston Wood, 2017

How Do You Develop Whole Object Relations as an Adult?, Elinor Greenburg, 2019

Making Do with What You Don't Have: Disabled Black Motherhood in Octavia E. Butler's Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents, Anna Hinton, 2018

Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2003 OR Necropolitics, Achille Mbeme, 2019

Wasted Lives: Modernity and Its Outcasts, Zygmunt Bauman, 2004

Witchcraft and deformity in early modern English Literature, Scott Eaton, 2020

Books

Fiction:

Misc:

10 Things I Can See From Here, Carrie Mac

A-F:

A Curse So Dark and Lonely, (Series), Brigid Kemmerer

Akata Witch, (Series), Nnedi Okorafor

A Mango-Shaped Space, Wendy Mass

Ancillary Justice, (Series), Ann Leckie

An Unkindness of Ghosts, Rivers Solomon

An Unseen Attraction, (Series), K. J. Charles

A Shot in the Dark, Victoria Lee

A Snicker of Magic, Natalie Lloyd

A Song of Ice and Fire, (series), George R. R. Martin

A Spindle Splintered, (Series), Alix E. Harrow

A Time to Dance, Padma Venkatraman

Bath Haus, P. J. Vernon

Beasts of Prey, (Series), Ayana Gray

The Bedlam Stacks, (Series), Natasha Pulley

Black Bird, Blue Road, Sofiya Pasternack

Black Sun, (Series), Rebecca Roanhorse

Blood Price, (Series), Tanya Huff

Borderline, (Series), Mishell Baker

Breath, Donna Jo Napoli

The Broken Kingdoms, (Series), N.K. Jemisin

Brute, Kim Fielding

Cafe con Lychee, Emery Lee

Carry the Ocean, (Series), Heidi Cullinan

Challenger Deep, Neal Shusterman

Cinder, (Series), Marissa Meyer

Clean, Amy Reed

Connection Error, (Series), Annabeth Albert

Cosima Unfortunate Steals A Star, Laura Noakes

Crazy, Benjamin Lebert

Crooked Kingdom, (Series), Leigh Bardugo

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots, (Series), Cat Sebastian

Daniel, Deconstructed, James Ramos

Dead in the Garden, (Series), Dahlia Donovan

Dear Fang, With Love, Rufi Thorpe

Deathless Divide, (Series), Justina Ireland

The Degenerates, J. Albert Mann

The Doctor's Discretion, E.E. Ottoman

Earth Girl, (Series), Janet Edwards

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, Emily R. Austin

The Extraordinaries, (Series), T. J. Klune

The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict, (Series), Trenton Lee Stewart

Fight + Flight, Jules Machias

The Final Girl Support Group, Grady Hendrix

Finding My Voice, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The First Thing About You, Chaz Hayden

Follow My Leader, James B. Garfield

Forever Is Now, Mariama J. Lockington

Fortune Favours the Dead, (Series), Stephen Spotswood

Fresh, Margot Wood

H-0:

Harmony, London Price

Harrow the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Hench, (Series), Natalia Zina Walschots

Highly Illogical Behaviour, John Corey Whaley

Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers

How to Become a Planet, Nicole Melleby

How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager, (Series), D. N. Bryn

How to Sell Your Blood & Fall in Love, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, Joy Demorra

I Am Not Alone, Francisco X. Stork

The Immeasurable Depth of You, Maria Ingrande Mora

In the Ring, Sierra Isley

Into The Drowning Deep, (Series), Mira Grant

Iron Widow, (Series), Xiran Jay Zhao

Izzy at the End of the World, K. A. Reynolds

Jodie's Journey, Colin Thiele

Just by Looking at Him, Ryan O'Connell

Kissing Doorknobs, Terry Spencer Hesser

Lakelore, Anna-Marie McLemore

Learning Curves, (Series), Ceillie Simkiss

Let's Call It a Doomsday, Katie Henry

The Library of the Dead, (Series), TL Huchu

The Lion Hunter, (Series), Elizabeth Wein

Lirael, (Series), Garth Nix

Long Macchiatos and Monsters, Alison Evans

Love from A to Z, (Series), S.K. Ali

Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, Kristen O'Neal

Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro

The Never Tilting World, (Series), Rin Chupeco

The No-Girlfriend Rule, Christen Randall

Nona the Ninth, (series), Tamsyn Muir

Noor, Nnedi Okorafor

Odder Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Once Stolen, (Series), D. N. Bryn

One For All, Lillie Lainoff

On the Edge of Gone, Corinne Duyvis

Origami Striptease, Peggy Munson

Our Bloody Pearl, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Out of My Mind, Sharon M. Draper

P-T:

Parable of the Sower, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Parable of the Talents, (Series), Octavia E. Butler

Percy Jackson & the Olympians, (series), Rick Riordan

Pomegranate, Helen Elaine Lee

The Prey of Gods, Nicky Drayden

The Pursuit Of..., (Series), Courtney Milan

The Queen's Thief, (Series), Megan Whalen Turner

The Quiet and the Loud, Helena Fox

The Raging Quiet, Sheryl Jordan

The Reanimator's Heart, (Series), Kara Jorgensen

The Remaking of Corbin Wale, Joan Parrish

Roll with It, (Series), Jamie Sumner

Russian Doll, (Series), Cristelle Comby

The Second Mango, (Series), Shira Glassman

Scar of the Bamboo Leaf, Sieni A.M

Shaman, (Series), Noah Gordon

Sick Kids in Love, Hannah Moskowitz

The Silent Boy, Lois Lowry

Six of Crows, (Series) Leigh Bardugo

Sizzle Reel, Carlyn Greenwald

The Spare Man, Mary Robinette Kowal

The Stagsblood Prince, (Series), Gideon E. Wood

Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient is Love. No, Really, (Series), RoAnna Sylver

Stars in Your Eyes, Kacen Callender [Expected release: Oct 2023]

The Storm Runner, (Series), J. C. Cervantes

Stronger Still, (Series), D. N. Bryn

Sweetblood, Pete Hautman

Tarnished Are the Stars, Rosiee Thor

The Theft of Sunlight, (Series), Intisar Khanani

Throwaway Girls, Andrea Contos

Top Ten, Katie Cotugno

Torch, Lyn Miller-Lachmann

Treasure, Rebekah Weatherspoon

Turtles All the Way Down, John Green

U-Z:

Unlicensed Delivery, Will Soulsby-McCreath Expected release October 2023

Verona Comics, Jennifer Dugan

Vorkosigan Saga, (Series), Lois McMaster Bujold

We Are the Ants, (Series), Shaun David Hutchinson

The Weight of Our Sky, Hanna Alkaf

Whip, Stir and Serve, Caitlyn Frost and Henry Drake

The Whispering Dark, Kelly Andrew

Wicked Sweet, Chelsea M. Cameron

Wonder, (Series), R. J. Palacio

Wrong to Need You, (Series), Alisha Rai

Ziggy, Stardust and Me, James Brandon

Graphic Novels:

A Quick & Easy Guide to Sex & Disability, (Non-Fiction), A. Andrews

Constellations, Kate Glasheen

Dancing After TEN: a graphic memoir, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Vivian Chong, Georgia Webber

Everything Is an Emergency: An OCD Story in Words Pictures, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Jason Adam Katzenstein

Frankie's World: A Graphic Novel, (Series), Aoife Dooley

The Golden Hour, Niki Smith

Nimona, N. D. Stevenson

The Third Person, (memoir) (Non-Fiction), Emma Grove

Magazines and Anthologies:

Artificial Divide, (Anthology), Robert Kingett, Randy Lacey

Beneath Ceaseless Skies #175: Grandmother-nai-Leylit's Cloth of Winds, (Article), R. B. Lemburg

Defying Doomsday, (Anthology), edited by Tsana Dolichva and Holly Kench

Josee, the Tiger and the Fish, (short story) (anthology), Seiko Tanabe

Nothing Without Us, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Nothing Without Us Too, edited by Cait Gordon and Talia C. Johnson

Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens, (Anthology), edited by Marieke Nijkamp

Uncanny #24: Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction, (Anthology), edited by: Elsa Sjunneson-Henry, Dominik Parisien et al.

Uncanny #30: Disabled People Destroy Fantasy, (Anthology), edited by: Nicolette Barischoff, Lisa M. Bradley, Katharine Duckett

We Shall Be Monsters, edited by Derek Newman-Stille

Manga:

Perfect World, (Series), Rie Aruga

The Sky is Blue with a Single Cloud, (Short Stories), Kuniko Tsurita

Non-Fiction:

Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education, Jay Timothy Dolmage

A Disability History of the United States, Kim E, Nielsen

The Architecture of Disability: Buildings, Cities, and Landscapes beyond Access, David Gissen

Being Seen: One Deafblind Woman's Fight to End Ableism, Elsa Sjunneson

Black Disability Politics, Sami Schalk

Borderline, Narcissistic, and Schizoid Adaptations: The Pursuit of Love, Admiration, and Safety, Dr. Elinor Greenburg

Brilliant Imperfection: Grappling with Cure, Eli Clare

The Cambridge Companion to Literature and Disability, Barker, Clare and Stuart Murray, editors.

The Capacity Contract: Intellectual Disability and the Question of Citizenship, Stacy Clifford Simplican

Capitalism and Disability, Martha Russel

Care work: Dreaming Disability Justice, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Catatonia, Shutdown and Breakdown in Autism: A Psycho-Ecological Approach, Dr Amitta Shah

The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays, Esme Weijun Wang

Crip Kinship, Shayda Kafai

Crip Up the Kitchen: Tools, Tips and Recipes for the Disabled Cook, Jules Sherred

Culture – Theory – Disability: Encounters between Disability Studies and Cultural Studies, Anne Waldschmidt, Hanjo Berressem, Moritz Ingwersen

Decarcerating Disability: Deinstitutionalization and Prison Abolition, Liat Ben-Moshe

Demystifying Disability: What to Know, What to Say, and How to Be an Ally, Emily Ladau

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Disability Pride: Dispatches from a Post-ADA World, Ben Mattlin

Disability Visibility: First-Person Stories From the Twenty-First Century, Alice Wong

Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability and Making Space, Amanda Leduc

Every Cripple a Superhero, Christoph Keller

Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness and Liberation, Eli Clare

Feminist Queer Crip, Alison Kafer

The Future Is Disabled: Prophecies, Love Notes, and Mourning Songs, Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Growing Up Disabled in Australia, Carly Findlay

It's Just Nerves: Notes on a Disability, Kelly Davio

The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Rebecca Skloot

Language Deprivation & Deaf Mental Health, Neil S. Glickman, Wyatte C. Hall

The Minority Body: A Theory of Disability, Elizabeth Barnes

My Body and Other Crumbling Empires: Lessons for Healing in a World That Is Sick, Lyndsey Medford

No Right to Be Idle: The Invention of Disability, 1840s-1930s, Sarah F. Rose

Nothing About Us Without Us: Disability Oppression and Empowerment, James I. Charlton

The Pedagogy of Pathologization Dis/abled Girls of Color in the School-prison Nexus, Subini Ancy Annamma

Physical Disability in British Romantic Literature, Essaka Joshua

QDA: A Queer Disability Anthology, Raymond Luczak, Editor.

The Right to Maim: Debility, Capacity, Disability, Jasbir K. Puar

Sitting Pretty, (memoir), Rebecca Taussig

Sounds Like Home: Growing Up Black & Deaf in the South, Mary Herring Wright

Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms, Ilana Jacqueline

The Things We Don't Say: An Anthology of Chronic Illness Truths, Julie Morgenlender

Uncanny Bodies: Superhero Comics and Disability, Scott T. Smith, José Alaniz 

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman, (memoir), Laura Kate Dale

Unmasking Autism, Devon Price

The War on Disabled People: Capitalism, Welfare and the Making of a Human Catastrophe, Ellen Clifford

We've Got This: Essays by Disabled Parents, Eliza Hull

Year of the Tiger: An Activist's Life, (memoir) (essays) Alice Wong

Picture Books:

A Day With No Words, Tiffany Hammond, Kate Cosgrove-

A Friend for Henry, Jenn Bailey, Mika Song

Ali and the Sea Stars, Ali Stroker, Gillian Reid

All Are Welcome, Alexandra Penfold, Suzanne Kaufman

All the Way to the Top, Annette Bay Pimentel, Jennifer Keelan-Chaffins, Nabi Ali

Can Bears Ski?, Raymond Antrobus, Polly Dunbar

Different -- A Great Thing to Be!, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

Everyone Belongs, Heather Alvis, Sarah Mensinga

I Talk Like a River, Jordan Scott, Sydney Smith

Jubilee: The First Therapy Horse and an Olympic Dream, K. T. Johnson, Anabella Ortiz

Just Ask!, Sonia Sotomayor, Rafael López

Kami and the Yaks, Andrea Stenn Stryer, Bert Dodson

My Three Best Friends and Me, Zulay, Cari Best, Vanessa Brantley-Newton

Rescue & Jessica: A Life-Changing Friendship, Jessica Kensky, Patrick Downes, Scott Magoon

Sam's Super Seats, Keah Brown, Sharee Miller

Small Knight and the Anxiety Monster, Manka Kasha

We Move Together, Kelly Fritsch, Anne McGuire, Eduardo Trejos

We're Different, We're the Same, and We're All Wonderful!, Bobbi Jane Kates, Joe Mathieu

What Happened to You?, James Catchpole, Karen George

The World Needs More Purple People, Kristen Bell, Benjamin Hart, Daniel Wiseman

You Are Enough: A Book About Inclusion, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

You Are Loved: A Book About Families, Margaret O'Hair, Sofia Sanchez, Sofia Cardoso

The You Kind of Kind, Nina West, Hayden Evans

Zoom!, Robert Munsch, Michael Martchenko

Plays:

Peeling, Kate O'Reilly

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I KNOW THE END

a formula one inspired mafia story:

MASTERLIST

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When a tragic murder begins the outbreak of a war between powerful families occurs, a desire for revenge. But newly-formed romances also begin to thrive, some between friends, maybe even between sworn enemies.

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WARNINGS: LOTS OF VIOLENCE (so be warned), death, SA, mentions of sex, drugs, etc.

this fic WILL BE ANGSTY, but i promise there’s still smut and fluff.

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CAST:

THE BUTTON FAMILY:

hope fewtrell:

played by madeline argy

lando norris:

played by himself

max fewtrell:

played by himself

lena muni he:

played by olivia rodrigo

logan sargeant:

played by himself

jenson button:

played by himself

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THE HAMILTON FAMILY:

sir lewis hamilton:

played by himself

emmeline hamilton-button:

played by laura harrier

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THE ROSBERG FAMILY:

nico rosberg:

played by himself

freja rosberg:

played by kaleen

kimi antonelli-rosberg

played by himself:

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THE ALONSO FAMILY:

fernando alonso:

played by himself

alejandra maddeline alonso:

played by angelina mango

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THE WEBBER FAMILY:

mark webber:

played by himself

oscar webber-piastri

played by himself

sydney webber:

played by rain spencer

liam lawson:

played by himself

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THE VETTEL FAMILY:

sebastian vettel:

played by himself

quinn ricciardo:

played by benadetta porcaroli 

daniel ricciardo:

played by himself

other side characters also included!

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DOOMSDAY.

date: 13th february 2024 || time: 11:31pm

‘Joder, hermosa.’ The man groaned, the tight sensation against his cock causing his muscles to tremble, bucking his hips in a stable rhythm. ‘You feel increíble around me.’

‘Getting so close, Nando.’ She whined, her fingers gripping his ruffled hair with more force, trying to bring more pleasure to her body; enough to let the sensations consume her.

‘Mmm, Mads.’ He hummed at the tugging of her hands, pressing their frames closer, the woman almost able to feel the warm breath that escaped his lips, panting heavily with both lust and exhaustion.

‘I love you so much, Fernando.’ Her mouth moves towards his ears, whispering serenades of praises, the few words sounding like music to him, able to listen to her soft mumbles for eternity.

‘I love you too, mi vida.’ He chuckles, both of them now relaxing after the sheer adrenaline that pumped through the couple’s veins as they reached their highs. ‘Don’t know how I’d survive without you.’

‘I’m not leaving, not just yet.’ Maddeline giggles, nuzzling her now marked neck into his bare chest, allowing her muscles to rest after the romantic session, smiling at the heat that radiated from his skin.

As the two eventually began to drift off into a tranquil state, the sudden blare of sirens started to surround the once calm environment, immediately creating a sense of danger.

‘What was that?’ Her eyes blurted open, alarmed by the loud noise ringing in her ears, concerned about what was happening.

‘Don’t worry, cariño. You stay here, I’ll sort it out.’ Her husband reassured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead to promise their safety, the man climbing out of bed to wear something appropriate for the serious situation occuring.

Desperate to sort the issue so he could go back to his wife, Fernando slams the door open, marching down the elegant hallways as if he was on a mission, phone firmly gripped in his fingertips. ‘Carlos, get ready. Business to attend to.’ He declared, gaining as many forces as possible. The alarms were only triggered by something drastic, but Maddeline didn’t need to know that.

The angered man continued storming through the house, the device originally grasped replaced for a gun, loaded and prepared to fire if necessary.

‘Ready?’ Fernando makes his way to the entrance, added forces waiting for him to announce the attack on the intruders outside.

‘We’re ready, jefe.’ Carlos replied, weapon firmly gripped in his palms, holding it up towards his eye, able to get a perfect shot if bullets immediately began firing.

The blinding headlights shone as they exited the house, blocking the view of who was actually there unless they approached further.

‘Fernando Alonso.’ A somewhat familiar voice spoke, a stern tone prominent in his voice, whoever it was here was for business purposes only.

‘I’d recognise that Australian accent from anywhere, you’re one of Webbers.’ The group moved cautiously, trying to see the faces that they could only perceive through their speech.

Adjusting to the harsh light, a younger, brunette man leaned on his car, practically staring down the boss in the centre, un-phased by who he was sending daggers towards.

‘Oscar Webber-Piastri.’ Fernando eventually recognised him, unable to not remember the same sarcastic and unbothered personality the boy seemed to cherish. ‘Where’s your daddy?’ He asked, the delightful presence of his father sadly not present in this feud.

‘My dad is not here, sorting out other important duties, you know, actual necessities.’ Oscar huffed, annoyed at the older man’s childish remark, despite being 23.

‘So what are you doing here? Daddy send you to do his dirty business?’ He snickered back, maybe if he could get into the fragile boy’s mind he would be less defensive when the weapons began firing.

‘No, my dad sent me to cause some damage.’ Still emphasising that Mark was not his ‘daddy’, the enemy smiled, a wicked glint in his supposed innocent-appearing eyes.

‘Then what are you waiting for, huh?’ Fernando teased, waiting for the boy to actually make a move instead of standing there and attempting to intimidate him. ‘Do you even know how to use that little toy you like to call a gun-’

*BANG*

‘CHECO!’ The loud screams of Alejandra’s filled the atmosphere as the bullet ripped through the man’s skull, the explosion sending blood everywhere as he fell dramatically to the floor.

‘Told you I knew how to use it, old man.’ Oscar smirked, proud of his accomplishment. ‘I said I was here to cause damage, and I think I’ve already caused a bit of commotion.’

‘Fuck you, you’re asking for it now, cabrón.’ The man seethed, anger fuelling his muscles as his arms jerked up, pressing the trigger on the pistol, beginning the shower of gunfire.

Bullets flew across the two groups, most hiding behind any shelter they could discover to protect themselves, not wanting their last moment to be this very scene.

‘Shit.’ Alejandra cursed, the soaring metal basically skimming her body as she ducked behind one of the cars, scouring the surroundings every so often to check if any enemies could be nearby.

‘Looking for me, darling?’ The voice boomed, the girl’s eyes widening in fear as she recognised the same Australian accent that made people shiver, the person who just murdered one of her father’s loyal workers in cold blood, unable to show a slight indication of remorse.

‘You gonna shoot me too, Piastri?’ She challenged, anger clearly prominent in her voice as she glared at the armed man.

‘Maybe.’ Oscar debated, moving the gun closer to the girl, aiming directly at her forehead.

‘You shoot me and I’ll shoot you. Seems pretty fair.’ The woman added, similarly moving her weapon to a vulnerable area, one click and he would drop dead. ‘You’re not going to, are you? You won’t as much as you might want to.’ Alejandra continued to tease, inheriting the same manipulative skills as her father.

‘Don’t worry, I will eventually.’ His eyes squint, rage consuming his pupils, visibly angered by her attitude that she couldn’t help but smirk at the effect she had on the boy.

*BANG*

All heads swiftly turned to the slamming of the entrance door, an older man storming out.

‘Mark Webber.’ Fernando remained shocked, wondering how weak his security must’ve been to allow the mafia boss to waltz into his home so easily. The house where his wife is sleeping peacefully.

‘Fernando Alonso, it’s been a while.’ Mark greeted, being a long time since he paid the Spaniard a very welcoming visit. ‘Sadly I can’t stay long, my work here is done.’ He almost pouts at the situation, heading back towards the cars. ‘Oscar, come on.’

‘You got lucky, darling.’ He removed the weapon from her head, appearing dissapointed that he was not able to cause any more wreckage.

‘Your wife says hello.’ Mark snickered as he entered the parked vehicle, and that was finally the breaking point.

‘MADDELINE!’ The husband’s voice echoed around the house, desperate for some sort of signal that she was safe, and that all that Mark had spoke was just some scare to make the man weak.

But that theory all came crashing down when he walked into the bedroom. There she lay, once sleeping peacefully for the night. Now resting forever in a pool of her own crimson fluids.

‘Máma?’ Alejandra peeked through before immediately turning away, a slight sickening taste building up in her throat. Usually it would not phase her, but seeing her own mother in that state broke her.

‘Hey, come here tesoro.’ Carlos comforted, wrapping his arms around her as she dipped her head in his chest, allowing the tears to flow down her face, attempting to block out the scene before her.

‘Don’t worry mi vida.’ Fernando was overwhelmed by the crushing feeling of grief in his heart, but it was slowly developing to an enraged desire.

‘I’ll get my revenge for you.’

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HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3

[spanishskulduggery]

what kinds of things did you read while you were learning spanish? any reccs for early intermediate level?

It was actually a lot of YA stuff. At my school's library there were a lot of things in Spanish, like the Spanish version of Goosebumps books, or at the time Harry Potter and Percy Jackson were really popular

But I was recommended to try to read things set in the first person because it often used yo forms and especially present and preterite irregulars would show up a lot

I also was reading things I should not have been trying to read at my level, like it took me a really long time but I read Don Quixote before I considered myself fluent and that was a struggle

But in class we read La Casa en Mango Street and Esperanza renace. I later had to reread House on Mango Street in college for Spanish literature classes so it was nice to revist it

Me personally I have a lot of things written by Laura Gallego on my reading list. I also like horror so I have some Spanish versions of Grady Hendrix books, and a few comic books in Spanish. Sometimes big fancy literature is hard for me to get into.

[impossiblyholyparadise]

Suite de notre soirée dans l’anse de Paulliles...

Avec Bob, nous avons prestement rejoint les filles déjà installées comme chez elles sur la mini piste de danse du club voisin, et visiblement déjà attirant tous les regards et attentions.

Je ne dansais pas souvent, préférant regarder (un parfum de Candaulisme dans mon attitude(?) et aimait réellement voir Ana surtout lorsqu’elle pouvait trouver un beau et bon danseur avec qui la magie du rythme pouvait opérer...J’aimais les admirer. Je n’étais vraiment pas bon danseur et ne voulait pas priver Ana de ses plaisirs, de son plaisir...Elle aimait danser jusqu’au bout de la nuit dès qu’elle le pouvait...Moi, j’étais heureux, un verre à la main, à les regarder et admirer...Aucune jalousie...Que du bonheur...Oui, il m’apparaissait alors un indéniable parallélisme de forme entre le Candaulisme et la danse...

Laisser sa partenaire choisir son cavalier... ;  

La laisser être dirigée... ;

La laisser s’endiabler, aller au bout de son souffle, faire corps avec son partenaire, être enlacée, serrée par lui, être touchée, ...Bref oui beaucoup de similitudes me semblait-il en cet instant même.

Ana virevoltait et captait déjà tous les regards, assurément les envies ...

Pour l’instant elle dansait tout à tour quelques salsa et autre Mango endiablés de manière lascive avec tour à tour Clara et Laura, puis la soirée avançant et l’espace autour d’elles se resserrant, à trois...

Bob m’accompagna au début en partageant un verre au bar mais je me retrouvais seul rapidement car une de ses connaissances féminines de la plage et du jour l’avait invité à faire quelques pas sur un rythme et une musique tube de l’été...

Moi je me régalais réellement de voir Ana et nos nouvelles amies chalouper et onduler de leurs corps sublimes...

Je n’étais pas le seul d’ailleurs...

De nombreux aficionados s’aventuraient au plus près d’elles...

J’apercevais parfois, ce qui me faisait rire et même m’enchantait, quelques mains baladeuses taquinant les trois belles qui s’étaient maintenant tellement rapprochées qu’on aurait pu croire qu’elles ne faisaient qu’une...

Néanmoins à un moment, un des garçons présents près des filles, réussit à agripper Ana et à l’extraire du cocon des bras de Clara et de Laura qui continuèrent à danser tout en s’enlaçant tendrement et sensuellement...

Elles osèrent même un baiser intense qui loin de calmer les ardeurs des garçons dansant près d’elles, les virent littéralement être phagocytées par cinq ou six danseurs qui les encerclaient...

Elles furent ainsi acculées contre un mur et un peu isolées par le noir du bord de piste contrastant avec l’intensité des lumières festives éclairant le centre...

Ana dansait maintenant un peu à l’écart et sur la piste avec son cavalier, élégant et visiblement doué pour la danse...

Ils étaient réellement beaux...

Je souriais dès que je pouvais à Ana et elle me rendait ce sourire...

Manifestement elle prenait plaisir à danser avec ce jeune homme et à m’offrir, elle savait que j’appréciais, le spectacle de leurs corps enlacés et énivrés de musique.

A un moment, elle vint près de moi pour se rafraîchir et me présenter à son danseur du soir : « Daniel..., mon compagnon, mon chéri. Laurent, mon...mon partenaire de danse...Il danse super, tu as vu...Allez, on y retourne Laurent...Viens c’est un slow...Daniel nous rejoindra s’il veut... ».

Elle me donna un baiser appuyé dont je reconnaissais la saveur et surtout et aussi ce qu’il pouvait exprimer... : Laurent lui plaisait et elle ne comptait pas en rester à la danse...

On avait déjà vécu ce genre de trio sur un slow dans une boite libertine de notre région ...Je ne vous dis pas comment tout cela s’était terminé...

Bob ne revenant pas, au bout de quelques instants, je n’hésitais pas à les rejoindre sur la piste.

Ana avait manifestement déjà pris les choses en main comme elle savait si bien le faire et se frottait contre le sexe sûrement déjà tendu du jeune homme...

Pour être sûre de sa prise, elle tenait même fermement de ses deux mains ses fesses rebondies...

Ana savait toujours quand il fallait « ferrer » sa proie et prendre ce qu’elle devait prendre...

A mon approche, quasi à la toucher par derrière, je la vis se pencher à l’oreille du garçon malgré tout tendu (et pas que de son sexe...) pour, j’en étais certain, le rassurer et lui dire que je n’étais aucunement jaloux, bien au contraire...

Le garçon devait être incrédule, aussi Ana lui roula-t-elle une pelle majestueuse et impossible à en comprendre le sens profond pour celui qui en était l'objet...Tout avait et prenait sens avec Ana...

Pour ma part, voir Ana aussi lancée et échauffée, fort de ce que l’on s’était dit sur nos vacances et maintenant de notre philosophie de vie et carrément de la liberté de notre vie sexuelle, je levais discrètement sa robe et vint insérer mon mât tendu à l’extrême par la situation dans son sillon fessier et me laissé guider au rythme suave et entrainante de la musique et des mouvements de son cul diabolique...

Ayant remarqué en m’approchant d’Ana que les copines de Bob avaient elles aussi été prises en main par quatre ou cinq jeunes et entreprenants partenaires, je poussais délibérément Ana et Laurent, son danseur du soir, par des coups saccadés de mon sexe impatient de conquête, vers les corps déjà entremêlés de nos voisins et voisines...

Les filles se retrouvèrent comme par enchantement au centre de nous les hommes et le rideau humain que l’on pouvait constituer faisait parfaitement obstacle à la vue des autres danseurs présents dans la boite qui de toute façon étaient manifestement eux aussi affairés et pris dans des tourments et autres ballets érotico-sexuels...

J’appris et ait eu confirmation par Bob le lendemain qu’en fait cette petite boite de nuit était devenue au fil des soirées de cet été là, un des lieux libertins, si ce n’est le lieu libertin le plus côtés de la Côte Vermeille...

Pas franchement étonnant au vu de comment évoluait la soirée, même si totalement insolite devant l’absence d’endroits habituels et dédiés à certaines pratiques des clubs libertins, ou même à quelconque information, allusion par des néons, des enseignes, des recommandations, des vestiaires, du personnel, des préservatifs, des douches ...

Oui, un club sauvage, totalement débridé, libre et libéré...

Un peu étrange et peut-être même risqué pour qui aurait pu s’y aventurer par mégarde mais sa petitesse en avait fait un de ses atouts et seuls les connaisseurs et habitués y venaient, limitant ainsi du coup les problèmes qu’il y aurait pu avoir...

Au centre de toutes les attentions, les filles flattées, caressées et pelotées de toutes parts avec leur acquiescement et consentement, manifestant surtout leurs envies, se mirent à genoux en tripode et commencèrent de leurs mains habiles à sortir les sexes impatients et brûlants de tous ceux qui les entouraient...

Je vis qu’Ana s’était même retrouvée totalement nue tandis que Clara et Laura n’avaient plus de haut...

C’est ainsi sept belles et magnifiques queues bandantes et entreprenantes que nos trois belle eurent à honorer, nous faisant tourner tout autour d’elles, de leurs bouches avides et de leurs mains expertes...

Une nouvelle fois Ana fut la première à se redresser et à se positionner contre le mur lors de ma visite dans sa bouche : « A toi l’honneur mon Amour d’ouvrir le feu.. Je t’aime... ! »

Elle m’indiquait ainsi, de même qu’aux autres que c’était maintenant en levrette qu’elle voulait qu’on la prenne...

Ses amies l’imitèrent partageant entre elles trois, des baisers aussi savants et puissants que passionnés, pendant que chacun des mâles les saillissait tour à tour ou leur faisait minette à volonté ...

Le jeu dura un certain temps et même Bob et sa dernière amie vinrent se joindre à la ronde...

Toutes et tous exténués, nous nous réfugièrent à l’aube naissante dans la cahute de la SNSM que Bob nous avait ouverte.

Nous nous sommes ainsi littéralement entassés pêlemêle, là où raisonnablement il n’y avait réellement de la place que pour deux, et jusqu’au petit matin les corps avachis se sont abandonnés dans une anarchique et irréelle orgie des sens et des corps...

Je m’étais pour ma part inséré au plus près et au plus profond du cul d’Ana qu’elle savait encore et si adroitement faire vibrer qu’elle m’en autorisait ainsi à bander dur jusqu'au bout de la nuit...

La nouvelle amie du jour de Bob aux courbes épanouies, généreuses et sensuelles, s'était invitée parmi nous et n'était pas en reste.

Un tempérament de feu dans une enceinte constituée de braises...

Je me souviens qu'elle me saisit la tête pour l'engloutir entre ses seins démesurés et m'inciter à en durcir les pointes contrastant tant avec les chairs moelleuse et opulentes de ses courbes...

Chacune de ses aréoles ressemblait à un clitoris brûlant et impatient de l'assaut de mes lèvres...

Je me souviens également que Clara et Laura vinrent nous offrir leurs sexes emplit de liqueurs spermatiques des jouissances qu’elles avaient connues tout au long de la nuit.

Nous avions réellement, stupidement et bêtement joué avec nos vies cette nuit-là dans l’insouciance de notre jeunesse et d’une épidémie de Sida qui pointait déjà le glaive de ses ardeurs mortifères et dévastatrices.

Inconscience et peut-être même et sûrement, honte à nous !

Heureusement il ne fut rien de dommageable pour notre santé et bien des années plus tard, tout à la fois bien conscient du bonheur que l’on ait eut de pouvoir vivre cette liberté sexuelle totale et débridée, nous sommes si heureux d’avoir été épargnés par tous ces fléaux qui malheureusement minent et restreignent parfois les audaces aventurières et libertines que nous permettait l’époque...

Non pas qu’il y ait moins de désirs ou de plaisirs de nos jours, on en parle assez fréquemment avec Ana dans nos échanges de mails et au travers des récits de ses aventures de Hot-Wife, mais bien que le registre des possibilités se soit vu avec bon sens et légitimité hors couple réduit.

Ainsi goûter au délire assez fou j’en conviens du partage de toutes les ardeurs et saveurs tout autant féminines que masculines d’une telle soirée orgiaque n’est plus aujourd’hui envisageable et surtout pas souhaitable...

Ce n’était d’ailleurs pas forcément bon, ni même un kiff personnel pour tout dire, mais d’une telle intensité érotique, un tel partage, une telle offrande que cela en constituait une expérience insolite et même vertigineuse.

Je me souviens encore aujourd’hui des lèvres épanouies, ouvertes, chaudes et maculées de saveurs de nos complices, ...

J’ai aussi partagé cette nuit là quelques fellations torrides pourtant si loin de mes pratiques avec Ana et d’autres, filles ou garçons, dans des délires érotiques sans fin qui nous avaient emportées au confins des possibles en matière de sexualité...

C’est aussi cette nuit-là que j’ai pu ressentir ce que pouvais être le dépucelage et ensuite la jouissance je dois l’avouer de mon propre cul...

Hétéro, bi, homo,... plus rien n’était ou ne pouvait être interdit à personne et nous n’étions tous que frénésie et envie sexuelles...

Plus tard, je recommencerais certaines de ces pratiques, il fallait peut- être que je les reçoive et vive de cette manière pour ensuite pouvoir les apprécier, particulièrement avec Ana...

Ainsi, oui, je dois l’avouer, cette soirée m’a totalement désinhibé pour le reste de mes jours et Ana ensuite a toujours su me mettre dans le contexte où je ne pouvais pas, comme souvent ou toujours, lui refuser ce qu’elle souhaitait de moi ou moi-même, être en pleine conscience et capacité d’accepter, de réaliser ou de vivre certaines pratiques que j’aurais de prime abord et par dogmatisme ou peur, refusé.

Plus tard avec Ana j’ai pu ainsi beaucoup apprécier de temps à autres de partager et de sucer une belle bite ;

de me faire prendre par un doigt, un godemichet ou même un gode-ceinture ( je voulais réellement savoir et discuter avec elle et son amie qui me prenaient tout à tour, ce qu’elles ressentaient et ce que cela transformait, transportait comme sentiments, émotions, ressentis physiques et autres ressorts psychologiques chez elles...J’en appris beaucoup sur les femmes et leurs désirs de masculinité assez souvent subconscient mais aussi souvent bien présent...) ;

et même de tenter un jour l’aventure cent pour cent homosexuelle avec deux jeunes amis gays très drôles et ouverts à tout qui m’avaient invité à découvrir l’incroyable ambiance et l'atmosphère de la gay-pride et d’une croisière organisée en mer des Caraïbes...

Oui, tout cela était « né » de cette incroyable soirée passée dans la cahute de Bob et de la SNSM...

Bob en début de matinée, alors qu’il devait ouvrir et tenir son poste, nous réveilla...

Les autres étaient discrètement partis au fur et à mesure de leurs réveils respectifs.

Bob nous salua et nous pria de repasser quand on voulait...

« Tu suce bien pour un mec ! » m'avoua-t-il dans un rire sonore et son bisou à pleines lèvres et à la Russe lors de notre départ me font dire et écrire que ce fut bien la soirée la plus déjantée et incroyable de toute ma vie que je venais de passer en cet endroit si charmeur et idyllique...

Je repensais au fait que Bob était bisexuel et qu'effectivement il ait pu me proposer sans ambages son sexe...

Pour moi, je n' avais aucun souvenir factuel, même si je savais que j'avais accompagné Ana avec plaisir et gourmandises dans quelques fellations dont elle avait le secret et l'expertise tout en devant admettre l'idée que ce fût Bob ou un autre...

Qu'elle importance dans cette soirée hors-norme?

Bob resterai à jamais mon ami.

Je retournerai à Paulilles un jour...

Je reverrai Bob avec plaisir.

Maintenant, cap sur l’Espagne...Nous n’étions pas, Ana et moi, au bout de nos aventures...

Pas même au bout de nos congés et moi surtout pas au bout d'une sexualité torride riche et sans beaucoup de limite que je le savais et le sais encore plus aujourd'hui me dirigeait inexorablement vers le Candaulisme de part son amour du sexe, du jeu, de l'intellect, de l'audace, de la philosophie de la vie, de l'Amour, de la tolérance, de tous ses attraits et de toutes ses beautés à découvrir et partager...

Bref que des belles et magnifiques perspectives et bonheurs de ma future vie...!

[vikenticomeshome]

Cyberchase Character Discussion (for your local Cyberchase trivia quiz) - #1: Inez

Since I have been archiving data from the Cyberchase section of the old pbskids.org website for the FlashPoint Archive Project lately, I thought should share some content I have dug up, particularly information that was provided on the different characters. Much of the information is no longer on the site. While much of it is available in the FlashPoint Archive Project now, and I would consider the project easy to look into and setup, not everyone will take the time to do so. #1: Inez I figure the best place to start is with her official "Meet the Cybersquad" character bio from back in the day. This was placed on the pbskids.org website way back in 2001, before the series initially started airing in 2002. This is no longer on the pbskids.org site, so I can't promise that it is still canon.

So, we start off learning that Inez is the youngest of the group, at nine years old. We never see the kids in school together, but I would not be surprised if Inez jumped forward a grade or two. The page emphasizes her curiosity. Now, would you call the parkway vs. driveway thing pedantic? For me: no comment.

The second page tells us that her favorite color is purple, her favorite food are popcorn and mangoes, and her favorite book in "By the Shores of Silver Lake", by Laura Ingalls Wilder. That is part of Wilder's autobiographical "Little House on the Prarie" series, with this particular book being published in 1939. I know its a classic that has been republished numerous times, but I do find it interesting that she went for such an old book. Her favorite music is by Mac Anthony. The page doesn't mention specific genres, and Marc Anthony has done several different genres over the years. I don't know his discography very well, but it looks like he was best known for Latin Salsa in the late 1990s and early 2000s, so that's probably her favorite music genre overall.

The third page tells us that her favorite move is "Harry Potter", as she loves Hermione Granger. Because this bio came out in 2001, only Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone would have been released as a movie at the time.

Her pet peeves are listed as heights, bad sportsmanship, and whenever Matt calls her "Nezzie". According to TVTropes, she did conquer her fear of heights by the time The Cyberchase Movie came out. She has one pet, her cat, Gatito. We do see Gatito in a few episodes of the show.

Now, there's something odd about Inez's design on the "Meet the Cybersquad" page. The star on her shirt is purple, as opposed to the yellow we got in the show. I'm not sure how this happened, as Inez had the yellow star as far back as the 1999 pilot.

This reminds me of another piece of trivia. During Season 4 Episode 2 "The Icky Factor", the kids get wetsuits for the first time, as they need to swim around Aquari-yum. They had already been to Aquari-yum twice by this point. However, they stayed in the sub the whole time during Season 1 Episode 16 "Codename Icky". Then, during Season 3 Episode 6 "The Grapes of Plath", they just wore their regular clothes with a bubble helmet to walk around the bottom of the bowl.

Look at their wetsuits. Matt gets plain blue wetsuit, Jackie gets a plain yellow wetsuit, and Digit gets a plain orange wetsuit. Inez gets a green wetsuit with a yellow star on the front and a purple vest. I like this detail. It's about as close to matching her color scheme as they could get without making the top half of the wetsuit pink, which would have just been weird. Maybe a full pink wetsuit would have been a little better? I don't know. If they did that, she would be missing out on the green from her shorts

Anyway, the next piece to look at is this page from Cyberchase: How It All Started: Webisode 3. This was an official prequel web comic that come out before the show started airing, so its a little off. I promise that this is the original image without any edits.

https://web.archive.org/web/20080610025304/http://pbskids.org/cyberchase/webisode_3/7.html

They got her skin-tone and hair color very wrong, as they showed her as white with red hair. The lenses on her glasses aren't as opaque. They did get the yellow star right this time, but I would consider her skin tone to be far more important. I would love to hear the story of how this mix-up happened. You know what? I'll add my attempt at fixing their mistake below, based on skin, hair, and glasses colors picked from "Meet the Cybersquad". I don't have much GIMP experience, but I think I did a pretty good job.

Anyway, the main reason I brought this image up was that she is noted as being a computer whiz who loves to go on the Internet. As far as I remember, she never uses her computer skills in the show, probably because they played it so fast and loose with the terminology.

So, that first image only showed her from the waist-up, but we do get a shot of her riding her bike to the library to meet her new friends and start the first episode. They did it again.

https://web.archive.org/web/20080607121655/http://pbskids.org/cyberchase/webisode_3/8.html

I honestly wouldn't care if it was just the shirt, vest, or shorts being the wrong color. Alright, I have added a color-corrected version below.

The second page gives us "Oh no, this is not good at all!" That is the prototype for her iconic phrase: "This is not good! This is not good at all!".

Did you know that on her way to the library, Inez road her bike all over town to run other errands? She went to Betty's House, the Post Office, and the Video (VHS) store before arriving at the library just in time to make some new friends and upload her mind into the Internet.

As far as character trivia goes, Cyberchase did have official printable trading cards. Here's the one for Nezzie. I love this card. One of her favorite things is E-mail. Her other favorite things include experiments and big words, but we all knew that already. They picked a more optimistic, but less iconic, favorite line for her with, "Hey, I've got an idea!" rather than "This is not good! This is not good at all!". She is great at basketball, which may be surprising to some, given her height. We'll come back to that. She is also great at reading, standing up for herself, and singing. We do get to hear her sing "Brahm's Lullaby" in Spanish for Chewcrocca's baby during Season 3 Episode 1 "EcoHaven CSE".

I can think of two pieces of official Cyberchase media related to Basketball. There was Season 6 Episode 7 "Jimaya Jam", which had a sport of the same name, except it took away dribbling. However, Inez was actually separated from the group at the time, with Creech taking over her role during the Jimaya Jam game. Presumably, Inez was just too powerful.

The second piece is from the singular Cyberchae chapter book, "The Search for the Power Orb". The story actually starts with Inez playing basketball against Matt. She is frustrated that he is able to block her shots due to his clear height advantage, and his teasing about her height doesn't help. Towards the end of the story, they retrieve the titular Power Orb, which is roughly the size of a basketball. It needs to go back into its basket to save Cybersite Serentia from complete deletion. Inez is able to use her short stature to run between The Hacker's legs, get a boost from Izzy, and slam dunk the Power Orb.

What else? I found this early concept art on the Cyberchase wiki. It seems like the biggest change was the style for her boots.

There is also this write-up from a "Who's Who" document. I don't know whether this was always available to the public, or if this was an internal document when they were developing and pitching the show. It doesn't add too much information to what I already posted, but it does state their intent to make her a tomboy, and it talks about her tendency to giggle, give inspirational quotes and stand on her head.

I figure no Inez compilation is complete without her standing on her head at some point. Here she is in Season 2 Episode 12 "The Guilty Party" flinging herself out of a handstand, twisting around, and landing on her feet.

[queerographies]

[Come fu che organizzai la mia unione civile][Laura Mango]

Un’avventura tragicomica sospesa tra memoir, excursus chiarificatori sulla legge e un galateo tutto da inventare (e smontare).

Nella primavera del 2016 è stato finalmente approvato il Ddl Cirinnà che prevede l’istituzione delle Unioni Civili, prima forma di unione tra persone dello stesso sesso approvata in Italia dopo decenni di lotte. Nel 2018 l’autrice e la sua Dolcemetà, ignare pioniere, hanno organizzato la loro unione civile precipitando in una spirale imprevista di coming out con i parenti, bomboniere fatte a…

[gyllenhaalstories]

Hi Laurie! Very important ice cream questions are delievered right to your doorstep:

For your top 3 favourite characters at the moment: What is their favourite ice cream? Do they like to try new flavours or do they stick to the classics? Best occasion to eat it and best way to eat it? Coup, cone, fancy cone, out of the tub?

Kisses, love and spaghetti ice cream for you, byeeee 💖🍝

thank you for exposing my poor knowledge of ice cream flavours (i'm a simple girl, i like my soft serve vanilla & chocolate swirl). i have about 8 tabs open of lists of popular flavours, i'm putting in all the work and research because this is an important question! thank you for sending it back to me! i'm craving ice cream now! 💖🍦

divider credits: @/firefly-graphics (i've always wanted to use this cute ice cream truck divider, thank you for giving me the best opportunity to use it!)

RUSTY SABICH

cherry something. ben & jerry's cherry garcia, cherry cheesecake, just cherry related ice cream. or a very good quality vanilla bean ice cream, the one with tons of vanilla specks in it. he has his designated bowl in the cupboards, he never waits enough for the ice cream to chill a bit so it's always too hard and he always gets frustrated when he scrapes some off the top and it goes flying on his face. rusty is not known for his patience. i think barbara would appreciate pistachio or a good dark chocolate ice cream, so he steals some from hers but he never tells her. he mostly eats ice cream at home, sitting in the couch with his family or in the sun room on a rainy day that prevented him to go out for a swim.

i love how we both agree on the fact cherry ice cream is for cheaters (he probably genuinely enjoys maraschino cherries, there's truly something wrong with that man). yeah of course he's my top current fave character right now because i'm pathetic just like him. sigh.

ELWOOD DALTON

sorbet, specifically mango. i don't know what kind of fruits grow in the florida keys. if the university of florida says mango can grow in the keys, then mango can grow in the keys. i think coup is best with sorbet and i believe dalton would love to stick to the pure flavours of the fruit (similar to the dark cuban coffee), but he secretly likes to pick the tiny colourful plastic scoop that matches the funky shirt he is wearing.

i don't see dalton as much of a dessert guy anyway, he doesn't go out of his way to get some but he'll happily eat whatever dessert you buy or bake for him. i like to think that laura invited him to go out for ice cream the same way she offered him a ride and he said no the first time but then she teased him the next day about how yummy the ice cream was and then he was like :) okay :) and she invited him again and he accepted (this time it was only the two of them) and he had mango sorbet, he didn't really care what he was getting anyway. laura probably told him it was good, fresh local fruit and everything, and it became his favourite after the first bite. mostly because she seemed happy he liked her suggestion. he's very nice and charming with the workers so he always gets an upscale, whether it be an extra scoop or he gets offered the large size even if he paid for the small.

TOMMY CAHILL

cookie dough or cookies and cream. he's definitely the most likely out of this list to try new flavours, he just wants to try them all at least once in his life. these two are his favourite. if he's out and about, stopped at an ice cream truck or a proper creamery, he gets the normal sugar cone (with extra napkins, he always makes a mess). he can go for a dipped cone as well if he's feeling fancy. if he's eating at home, he definitely stirs his ice cream until it turns into a milkshake.

most of his ice cream related memories involve his nieces, isabelle and maggie. he takes them out for a swim at the pool or out at the park where he pushes their swings extra high (in the safest way possible) or even goes down the slide with them and their reward is an all you can eat ice cream buffet aka one cup they can fill with whatever toppings they want. grace and sam absolutely hate him for it, he brings back two hyper kiddos on a sugar high but tommy is just happy to have fulfilled his uncle duties. he made it into some kind of game as to who can make the craziest concoction. the kids would go for gummy bears with strawberry ice cream and sprinkles convinced that they won the contest, but then tommy would show up with a mountain of crushed oreos, mini m&ms, choco chips, drizzled with all the sauces they had and he would easily win. he'd get sick afterwards (probably because the girls ended up sharing his ice cream and he had to eat theirs instead) but it would be their favourite way to celebrate the end of summertime before school starts again.

DANNY SHARP (bonus teehee)

salted caramel. waffle cone. topped with a waffle cookie on top. danny strikes me as a caramel syrup person for some reason, so he probably asks for extra drizzle of it on top when he needs an even bigger pick me up. he has to eat it in secret, go to the creamery alone, so he doesn't hear castro begging to tag along (he will go out for ice cream with castro every once in a while and he will pay for his three scoops sugar extravaganza and he will complain about it although he secretly likes to make his employee/friend/flamingo zookeeper happy).

my first thought was neapolitan because he wouldn't need to choose so he could have a bit of all flavours (less anxiety inducing). that was probably his favourite as a kid, he could share with will and let his brother have his fave flavour. my second thought was distinguished ice cream to enjoy while wearing a cashmere sweater so that's why i switched my answer.

[sargeantsarmy]

if the counsellors were fruits, what fruit would they all be

Giving no explanation <3(unless you want it ig)

Abi: Either lychee or cherry

Emma: Plum

Kaitlyn: Pear

Laura: Honeydew

Max: Mango or tangerine

Jacob: Huckleberry

Nick: Fig

Dylan: Kiwi

Ryan: Dragon fruit

[radiosciampli-blog]

Mango e Laura Valente - Chissà se nevica (Festival di Sanremo 2007)

[alairroux]

A little introduction into a fanfiction that I'll try to continue and finish. I hope you like it. It's based on Deadpool and Wolverine (only on that, not the whole franchise).

I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes, english isn't my first language :(

CHAPTER 1

"Children of stars, that's what we are"

The air was hot, thick and carried a sweet scent of fruit. Oh, to be fruit, to be rotten and still as sweet as ever, to still be desired at your worst. To be even sweeter than the prettiest of flowers. To rot with a purpose...

Weird things come to humans' minds when they're high, music blasting into their ears and while cooking something they have no idea how to cook actually. The same thing was happening to Alice. Her mind was elsewhere as her body was desperately clinging into this reality, such a funny combination. But here she was, peeling apart a pomegranate, while the mango cubes were sizzling on one of the pans. Music blaring into her ears, louder than her mind. A moment of relief. The chaos of thoughts stopped for a second, letting her take a breath without a fear of causing another outburst of voices. Having to reach for a joint wasn't on her to-do list for today, that's for sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

As her hands got covered in red, sticky juice while carefully peeling the fruit apart, her mind somehow managed to focus on the scene. The air was hot and heavy, filled with the weight of the upcoming storm, sticky with humidity, not even the AC could fight that. Filled with the smell of fruits spread out on the counter, the sizzling mango and freshly cut open pomegranate, of lemons resting nearby waiting to be used. It was rotten, but in that sweet way, filling her lungs with sticky sweetness, making it hard to breathe sometimes...

"Hi Allie, what ya doin'?!"

She jumped in place, suddenly pulled out from her focus. Turning around and taking one earbud out to face Wade. All happy and excited. Did that man even have a different setting?

"Cooking. Don't scare me like that when I have a knife in hand."

"Afraid I might like it?"

"Sometimes I forget you're completely insane."

She muttered, turning back and peeling the fruit apart, in the meantime turning the heat off under the mango so it wouldn't burn. She was peeling the fruit apart gently, each section. Juice staining her hands red but the seeds weren't flying around, she was careful with it, after all cleaning the whole kitchen like it was a murder scene wasn’t really in her plans or tonight. Her mind felt a bit hazy again as she shook the open fruit over the bowl to empty it at least a bit.

“You were smoking again, weren’t you?” he asked with a serious tone in his voice. 

“It got loud again. I needed a way out, before I end up like you.”

“You don’t need to be rude to me all the time. you know? Second, you mean the voices?”

“Sorry,” it was sincere, “I told you I don’t like it when you call it the voices. They’re much more than that, unfortunately. Or it is much more to be precise. It’s only my voice, speaking over and over again, and I can’t silence it. So I am willing to sacrifice a bit of my health to not go mental.”

“Fair. But maybe find a different way? It’ll end you…”

“Oh well…” she said with a simple shrug of her shoulders “I guess I’ll head out for a walk then.”

“High?”

“Yeah. If something happens, I’ll call you or Logan. Or Laura. I guess she’s the most responsible out of you three.”

“Rude again.”

“Bu-bu-boo”

“You spend too much time with Logan.”

She rolled her eyes at that with a hint of a smile on her face. Alice finished preparing the fruits and cleaned up the mess she made. She felt Wade watch over her as she prepared to leave. Sure, everything around was a bit blurred and shushed to some point, making the world a bit more bearable. She put the earphones back in, took her phone and just left the flat, sinking into the music playing in her ears, breathing in the heavy air, this time filling it with the unpleasant scent of the city, instead of fruits. Ugh, such a shame, that going on walks is connected to leaving such a perfect environment for something so disappointing. 

But how did it happen that she knew the mighty Wolverine and not so mighty Deadpool? It was probably one of the fate cruel jokes that led to it. In short, being abandoned by your family can lead to meeting two people that are sort of like heroes and then them ‘adopting’ you. She didn’t regret that, but for now her mind was letting those memories slip away, her feet carrying her to her usual spot. Cassandra Nova… It was in her mind again. That topic of someone who almost destroyed the whole multiverse, someone so crazily powerful that got defeated by them. Why was she coming back to it? Why ever since hearing that story, her mind was wandering over to that person? To that stuck up, bald, void princess as Wade sometimes called her? Maybe, just maybe, it was about the fact that Alice was also a telepath. Not near as powerful as Cassandra, but sure she understood the pain and complications of being one. Or so she liked to believe that she did. After all it was possible that everyone had it differently and maybe she was the only one suffering from too many thoughts in her head at the same time. 

She walked ahead of herself, her eyes stuck on the invisible horizon, hidden behind many buildings. It was a long walk to her favorite thinking place, she turned up the volume of her earphones, feeling almost like the song was now coursing through her veins, washing out any noise. Outside and inside. She felt the urge to just run, to chase the invisible sun, to see it set once more, to see hope disappear into the void of darkness just to reappear in the morning. Her heart beating faster, her lungs chasing after it, soon she was in motion against herself, picking up speed with each step, like she was escaping the feeling of insanity. To leave it all behind means to be free. 

She ran for long, her red hair many times ending up in her eyes. She should touch up the roots though, they were already showing and that wasn’t good. Her lungs and throat filled with the burning sensation, she slowed down when finally reaching the bridge. It was as busy as ever but luckily with just cars, it was comfier when there were no people walking around and getting in her way. In the way of her small ritual. 

She walked down to it, slowing her breath and following the pavement by the side of the road, watching the golden ray slowly disappear in the dark waters. One by one making the air and earth colder with each passing moment. When she reached about the middle of the bridge, she slowly pulled herself up to sit on the railing, her back to the sun. Watching the passing cars. Her mind is getting louder, not even music silencing it anymore. So the effects are wearing off. Such a shame. How long has she been running for? It’s a big distance. Few nice kilometers. Oh well, not like it was really that important right now. 

She looked down on her hands, holding the railing tightly, she slowly let herself bend backwards as the last rays of sun sank into the waters. It was ironic that this was comforting. She was scared of heights and couldn’t swim, yet almost dangling over such a vast void was comforting, the thrill of being near death, the feeling of freedom mixing with adrenaline with each breath she took. The lights on the bridge were still off, so she could see the sky get painted with more and more stars each moment. 

She looked up at the sky above her, a smile spreading on her lips on its own, her eyes filling with tears caused by the cold wind. Cassandra Nova… She came to her mind again. But why? Could she really be gone? Could a powerful being like that vanish from the Earth plane forever? With no trace left? Was it really the end of the story? Was it really that simple? Or maybe she was somewhere out there in the stars still? Reaching out to an open mind? Was it possible? 

“If he was Xavier… Why were you Nova? Was it to be different? To not be seen as him? Maybe it was like a supernova? Or hypernova? Powerful event only some chosen by fate people will ever witness. To be significant, to fall under your own weight and desires. Was it all what you were meant to be? Power that collapses due to its own fault?” 

Alice asked more herself than anyone else, her words barely a whisper carried on by the wind. She closed her eyes, sinking into the darkness of her own mind. To soft tones of music piercing it every now and then. On night like that, she was unable to calm her mind, to silence it and not come back to a topic that should be gone from it for a long time now. 

“And if you were a telepath like me… Did you struggle the same? Was there a way to silence your thoughts? Or were you just left to be consumed by the void of your mind?”