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Go off, king! 💪🏼

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Appunti rozzi di un lettore de "Il dottor Živago" di Pasternak su Pangea.news

Il mio articolo “Appunti rozzi di un lettore de Il dottor Živago di Pasternak” (già pubblicato su questo blog, qui) è stato riproposto su Pangea, rivista avventuriera di cultura e idee, “una delle migliori rassegne culturali in Italia”, curata dal giornalista, poeta, scrittore e critico letterario Davide Brullo e che da sempre pubblica articoli interessanti e culturalmente stimolanti. Per leggere…

[iannozzigiuseppe]

SPLENDERE AI MARGINI. Narrazioni emergenti - AA.VV. - A cura di ANDREA TEMPORELLI - Oligo Editore

SPLENDERE AI MARGINI. Narrazioni emergenti – A cura di ANDREA TEMPORELLI Testi di Isabella BIGNOZZI, Davide BREGOLA, Davide BRULLO, Marta CAI, Gabriele DADATI, Valentina DI CESARE, Riccardo IELMINI, Danilo Laccetti, Enrico MACIOCI, Matteo MARCHESINI, Michele ORTI MANARA, Andreea SIMIONEL, Andrea ZANDOMENEGHI Dall’8 settembre in libreria OLIGO EDITORE Un’antologia per suscitare un dibattito più…

[shadowdaddies]

hello! Dorian and reader had a bad argument and reader acts like she's right but then she understands she's wrong and now she has to make it up for him? And it's very hard for her. (And Dorian teases her a little about it?)

Thank you

I don't know what came over me when I wrote this. I couldn't write a serious argument with Dorian so I changed it a bit to be a prank on Chaol. It's so silly, it's low-key a crackfic. I giggled the whole time I wrote this

The Bet

Dorian x Reader silly fluff

You gave Dorian a deadpan stare as he arched a challenging eyebrow at you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at him. “You cannot convince Chaol that you’re a ghost! He’s not that stupid, Dorian. You’ve seen him so many times since you and Aelin forged the lock - you’re the godfather to his children!”

Dorian simply gave you an arrogant smirk, shrugging a shoulder. “Do you want to make a bet, then? I say that I can convince Chaol that I died and I’ve been ruling Adarlan as a ghost, you say that I can’t... Whoever is wrong has to go down and listen to Mort rant for one hour without interrupting him.” 

With a sound of disgust, you shook your head and sighed, “Dorian, that’s horrible.” But you couldn’t help the smirk on your face as you shook his hand and winked, “have fun with Mort.”

~~~

Chaol and Yrene arrived with their children that evening, their little girl Josefin giggling as you scooped her up in your arms. “You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!” You said, giving your goddaughter a kiss on the cheek before giving Yrene and Chaol hugs. You were rocking their baby boy, Brullo, in your arms when Chaol pressed, “where is Dorian? You think he’d be here to greet us by now.”

Confusion crossed your features as well as the question, and you became slightly worried as you yourself wondered where Dorian was. Before you could answer Chaol’s question, Dorian entered the room, looking more solemn than you’d ever seen him, a bluish light flickering around him. Chaol rushed over to embrace him, but Dorian merely held up a hand, halting Chaol in his tracks.

With a dramatic sigh, Dorian clutched his chest as he turned nearly transparent, a faint glow around his form. The rest of you stood frozen in shock, Dorian looking up with a sorrowful look on his face as he spoke softly. “I did not know how to tell you in writing, Chaol. We had only recently discovered that nothing could be done.” With a shaky breath, Dorian continued, “I died that day that Aelin and I forged the lock. I’ve been able to appear for some time in my old form, much like Elena, with our similar raw magic. But it seems to be fading, and I don’t know how much longer I will hold onto this spirit form.” Dorian choked out the last part with an overdramatic sob, crashing to his knees before Chaol to hide his fake anguish.

You gave Dorian a flat look from where you stood behind Chaol and Yrene, about to speak when Chaol himself started crying. “We’ll get through this, Dor. Yrene and I will help, we’ll figure this out together.” You cut him off, “Oh. My. Gods. What is wrong with you, Dorian?”

Chaol and Yrene whipped around to look at you, shock on their faces at your insensitivity. Dorian fell over laughing on the ground, returning to his normal appearance - Yrene quickly understanding Dorian’s stupid prank. “You’d better be glad that your goddaughter is playing out front, Dorian,” she scolded through the smile that tugged at her lips. 

Chaol looked at Dorian, tense for a moment before playfully shoving him in the chest. “You asshole,” he said as you all laughed at Dorian’s antics and Chaol’s concern. You stomach dropped when you realized what this meant for you, though, and Dorian flashed you a charming smile as he declared that he had won the bet. 

“There was a bet?” Yrene questioned, and you sighed. “Yes, because Dorian convinced Chaol FOR A SECOND that he was a ghost, I have to go listen to Mort talk for an hour.” Chaol let out a rough laugh, clutching his stomach as he shook his head. “No way you’re doing that on your own. Dorian deserves that punishment too for pulling that shit.”

~~~

And that was how you found yourself with Dorian, sitting on the damp floors outside the tomb as Mort droned on, making snide remarks about how the kingdom was once so great, now ruled by two idiots. You snickered at Dorian, pushing past him to run up the stairs when the hour was up only for him to catch you around the waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he teased, “I did win the bet, and I’ve yet to claim a prize since I had to join you... I’ll be thinking about what I want.” You rolled your eyes as Dorian took your hand, tugging you along as you went to join Chaol, Yrene, and your godchildren for dinner.

[tomtenadia]

Detours to you - Epilogue

Here we are with the final chapter.

I hope you will love it... it's just pure fluff..

Before I leave you to the story, thank you to all the people who followed this and left a comment... love you ❤️

MASTERLIST

Three months later.

January had arrived and Orynth was deeply covered under a thick layer of snow. 

The Whitethorn-Galathynius household was a flurry of movement because on that day, Aelin and Rowan were finally getting married. They had decided to go for a firehouse wedding since that’s where they met after Elide took Aelin with her for a visit when she was still dating Lorcan. Rowan being the captain, had given her the tour of the station and slowly things had progressed between them.

The station was going to be taken out of service for an hour, just enough to get ready and perform the wedding.

Aelin was in her room surrounded by a slightly pregnant Elide, Lysandra, Evalin and Eiddwen.

“You can finally join the married club.” Joked Lysandra, while tending to her hair.

“How do you feel?” Asked Eiddwen.

“Happy,” and she was. It had been a long time coming but she was looking forward to call Rowan her husband. 

In the background she heard the noises of her son fussing and her instincts kicked in “mum, pass him here.”

“Aelin, he just finished his lunch, Tom needs burping and I am not having you smelling of rotten milk on your wedding day.” Evalin pulled her grandson on her shoulder and patted his back “isn’t it, love? We are letting mum get ready for her special day.” Evalin kept pacing the room while cooing at the infant.

Maya had gone to the firehouse with her dad and the boys, claiming that she wanted to help decorate and Aelin had happily let her be one of the boys. She smiled and thought on how her life had changed since she had let Rowan in. How much happier she had felt and Maya had made incredible strides too. They had set aside the five dark years that had separated them and slowly had rebuilt the family that they were meant to be.

“Lys, you can get a move on and join the mum club too. It would be awesome if we all got kids of the same age.”

Lys scoffed “Aeds and I have talked about it but we might just wait a bit.”

They other two women booed her and then all laughed together.

*

Station 15 was alive with activity. They still had half an hour before they were removed from service but the chairs and all they needed, had been brought in the common room ready for the go ahead from Lorcan. Maya was following Asterin and Ansel around the station. The girl had become quite attached to the two women, especially with Asterin after she told her she wanted to become a paramedic. The older woman had begun showing Maya more of the ambulance and the girl’s fascination had grown quickly to the point that at the station they had a toy doctor’s set and the paramedic had been teaching Maya how to use the toys to treat people. Asterin and the other members of the station had offered themselves as guinea pigs. 

“Rin? When is dad getting married?”

The woman kneeled at her level “we are just waiting for the station not to be on duty, then we can decorate the floor and wait for your mum to arrive.”

Half an hour later Lorcan announced his team that dispatch had confirmed them being off duty and the station had become alive with activity.

In the Captain’s quarters Aedion was helping Rowan to get ready. He was wearing his dress mess Chief uniform “have you texted Aelin that we are good to go?”

“Lorcan called Elide and the girls are ready. Brullo is taking the engine to pick them up.” That had taken a bit of planning and a few requests of approval from the commissioner. Also, given where Rowan lived they had to plan a meeting point in the village. He just needed the day to be special.

Lorcan waltzed in “Brullo just radioed with an ETA of 2 minutes.”

“It’s finally happening,” commented Aedion happily.

Rowan nodded and walked on the apparatus floor where, in a very short time, all the chairs had been pulled out and truck and ambulance parked not to obstruct the area.

He stopped in front of the truck and Maya joined him in a run “dad, mama is coming.”

“I know, my love.” He pulled his daughter against his legs and brushed her head.

Not long after, the rolling doors opened and the engine appeared. Nox honked and they parked beside the truck. Rowan turned his head and spotted Aelin sitting at the back, his heart racing madly in joy.

Fenrys, who had been on his day off, had joined them and went on the ride with his former team. He was the one who helped Aelin off the truck while Brullo aided the two grandmothers, Elide and Lys. 

Rowan’s eyes never left Aelin. She was wearing a sleeveless pastel blue dress and kingsflames in her hair. She was stunning and he was a lucky man. He spotted his mum carrying their son and taking a seat with Evalin and the other guests. Maya was firmly at his side. They wanted her involved in the wedding.

Rhoe had taken Aelin from Fenrys and was now walking with his daughter on his arm to where Rowan was standing.

“Look after her, Rowan.” He kissed his daughter on the cheek and joined his wife.

“Mama, you are so pretty.”

Aelin smiled, “thank you, my love. You and dad are dashing too.”

Her eyes lifted and saw Rowan staring at her, his eyes shining in happiness.

“I believe the ride was smooth?”

She took his hand and nodded, but Rowan moved Maya in-between them and they both held their daughter’s hands.

Aedion stepped up and took position in front of them. They had asked him to perform the wedding and he had been delighted.

“Friends, family, first responders, thank you for joining us today to celebrate Aelin and Rowan’s wedding,” he started “This has been a long time coming. Aelin and Rowan have overcome a lot but today they are here to show us that loves conquers all.” A chuckle “now, I know we are on a tight schedule so let’s get cracking.”

The guests laughed “I believe you have vows?”

Rowan pulled Maya in front of him, her back resting against his legs “Aelin, fireheart, I have imagined this day in my head a million times, the moment I would get you to call you my wife.” A smile “you, the love of my life.” A squeeze of Maya’s shoulder “what I had not imagined was to do it with our children at our side. I am the luckiest man alive and I love you madly.”

Aelin stared in his eyes and a sob escaped her lips “you mushy old man.”

Everyone laughed and Maya went to hug her mother. Aelin crouched down and held Maya in her arms and they both stared up at him “Ro, for a long time it was just Maya and me and we thought we were fine, didn’t we?”

“Yes.”

“But something was missing and I am so glad that you spotted us on that day over a year ago. I am glad you pushed because this, being here with you and our kids, has been my dream too. I love you Rowan.”

He kneeled too and held them both in his arms and kissed Aelin while Maya protested at the PDA.

Then the trio stood up and Aedion proceeded. They exchanged rings and just before proclaiming them husband and wife, Evalin brought forward Thomas and Rowan took him. The other arm sneaked behind Aelin’s waist and Maya squeezed between them.

“It makes me happy to pronounce you husband and wife and children.”  

Rowan turned and kissed Aelin deeply while the crowd celebrated in the background.        

All he cared in that instant were the people in his arms. 

Later that night back at home the newlyweds were sitting on the sofa, enjoying a quiet night in. Maya was at their feet playing on the carpet while Aelin was tucked at Rowan’s side and breastfeeding the infant in her arms.

“Dada, why can’t Thomas eat chocolate cake like us?”

“He is too small, his tummy can only drink milk for now.”

“What about chocolate milk?”

Aelin laughed “He needs my milk because it’s very special and it has all he needs to grow strong and healthy.”

Maya seemed happy with the answer and went back playing.

Rowan squeezed Aelin and kissed her head.

“You seem happy, chief.”

He nodded and caressed Thomas’ head “we took a long detour through life, but now we are here and I would not change it for anything in the world.”

“Mama, dada, it smells of doo doo.”

Aelin detached her son and smelled him “not even this, Chief?”

“No, not even our son’s full diaper.” He took the baby and walked away, leaving his two girls alone.

Aelin sat at her daughter’s side and pulled her to her chest “are you happy, my love?”

“Yes mama, and I love dada and my brother too.”

She kissed her daughter and smiled. 

Well I lost my way

Damn near lost my mind

Pedal to the metal, let the devil lead me blind

I was way outside the lines

And I got way off track

Took some wrong turns lookin' back

It's been one helluva ride in my rear view

And only He knows all the hell I had to go through

I thank Him for the detours to you

All the detours to you

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[misscamomilla]

LA RIBELLIONE SENZA VERITÀ È COME LA

PRIMAVERA IN UN DESERTO ARIDO E BRULLO

Khalil Gibran

[vulpes-fennec]

Happy Day 5 (Feelings Realization) of @sjmromanceweek!!!

Pairing’s mentioned: Itharion, Chaorian, Jassa

I couldn’t resist making a couch ad since SJM seems to love using chairs as a vehicle for love 😈

Dearest reader, this author has been fondly keeping up with the latest season of Fangs and Bangs. Especially now that Ithan Holstrom, famed Lunathion sunball player, has made his acting debut as a charming guitarist starring opposite a seductive singer, played by the handsome Tharion Ketos. 

The chemistry between the wolf shifter and mer was off the charts during the first three episodes. Indeed, the two sparked dating rumors after being spotted strolling along the Istros riverwalk (well, Tharion was swimming, his coppery tail illustriously flashing in the sun) and eating lunch in the Moonwood district the last few weeks. 

Such rumors were confirmed last night at the White Raven, where Ithan (drunkenly) shouted, "if my boyfriend wins this dance battle, next round of drinks are on me!" With the mer being known for their flexibility, it is no surprise that Ithan left the club with Tharion hand-in-hand and a sky high credit card charge. 

One might argue that "Itharion" is a fake dating situation used to generate press for the new season. Others, like this author, firmly believe that the feelings developed as a result of long hours on set were simply realized after spending time together off camera. 

With Fangs and Bangs being shot and aired on a weekly basis, the finale is not set in stone. But it has come to my attention that producers are planning a romance arc between Tharion and Miss Natalia Paloma, who plays a vampyr songwriter in the show. With Natalia and the general public being staunch Itharion fans, this author hopes the writers may be persuaded to change the season's course before it is too late.

King Dorian Havilliard and Lord Chaol Westfall have been two peas in a pod since the tender ages of 8 and 12—historians will call them close friends. But the chasm that often separates platonic and romantic love can thin to a fine line, and this author has become privy to information that implies such line has been finally crossed. 

Gentle reader, you may recall how the flirtatious prince attended his fair share of courtly revels with the young Captain of the Guard in tow. Perhaps watching Dorian seduce all sorts of ladies had Chaol broodily wishing Dorian was flirting with him instead. Well, last month, the Hand of the King was in for a treat when he offered to organize his King's old paperwork, finding "Dorian Westfall" scribbled across several margins of palace tutoring notes. These precious records were dated to a decade prior, when Dorian was but 15 years old. 

This author surmises that the court ladies were not the only ones ogling at a shirtless 18-year old Chaol Westfall as he trained with Theodus Brullo, Adarlan's Weapons Master. But whatever the cause for Dorian's affections, one cannot deny the prince has continuously prioritized Lord Westfall above himself over the years. Whether it be backing off Aelin Galathynius (nee Celaena Sardothien) or repeatedly saving his friend's life using magic, Dorian's love for Chaol is steadfastly unquestionable. 

There is only one thing that comes to mind when mutual feelings are realized: "Now what?" The sensation is akin to reaching the crest of a hill, stomach tight with nerves and anticipation. It has come to my attention that the two will announce their engagement tomorrow at noon. King Dorian has been reviewing potential candidates to succeed Chaol in his role as the King's Hand, and Chaol has been busy settling into the royal chambers. Take that, historians! 

Adarlan is not the only kingdom with citizens eager to see their ruler wed. This author does not consider itself impatient, but it certainly has had enough of Queen Vassa and General Jurian beating around the bush. I am sure their bickering is equally grating on their foxy roommate's poor nerves. My condolences to him, but what does one expect by throwing a mad general into the cauldron and adding a firebird queen to the mix? Passion, dear readers, passion. Well-mannered folk may believe the best relationships are maintained with agreeable manners, but this pair will have them considering otherwise. After all, we need partners who can keep our egos in check! 

It is well known that the young queen has rejected multiple proposals from fair noblemen across the lands. After all, why settle for a pasty duke when you have a seasoned general always at your side? Before you accuse this author of being a hopeless romantic, consider: what is affection, if it is not scouring the markets for the queen's favorite birdseed and scratching all the hard-to-reach itches while she is stuck in her bird form (even if it is all done under a guise of teasing)? What is desire, if it is not peeping at the bathing general while perched on a tree branch, or nesting in his clothes (and thusly rolling around in his scent)?

Stubborn hearts may deny their feelings all they want, but this author wagers that forcing Queen Vassa and General Jurian in even closer proximity (a locked bedroom, perhaps?) will have them at each other's throats in a more sensual manner.

Dear Suriel, it has been centuries since the Valkyries have passed, so of course I had to drop in on the Valkyrie revival in my own court. My good friends roped me into the training session by pairing me with an Illyrian Valkyrie for a round of sparring. With her earthy brown eyes assessing me, her glossy hair fluttering in the wind, her full lips set with curiosity and determination...my heart was positively pounding! You can imagine that I tried to prolong the sparring session to the best of my ability.

To my surprise, the fierce Valkyrie became a blushing lady once we started conversing normally! I'll admit I was flustered, too. After learning how she enjoys drinking tea and reading smutty books, I plan to "drop in" again next week with a special edition novel. And maybe an invitation to high tea the following week, if all goes well. Oh, did you know that she also runs her own business? And it's a clothing store?!? Can this female get any more perfect? I think her wings are the loveliest out of all Illyrians. Actually, I think I may be in love. Help! All my love, Wine o'Clock

Dear Wine o'Clock, this is an advice column, not your personal diary! Help? It seems you are doing fine, when it comes to your courtship plan. But if you are in a tizzy over your newfound feelings...alas, there is no remedy to love sickness! But I am certain a delightful future is in store for both of you, if you catch my meaning. Cauldron bless you both, Suriel

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[ae-neon]

Reading Throne of Glass (31-34)

Recap

Dorian is falling in love with Celaena

Chaol is getting suspicious of Duke Perrington

Celaena has the first queen as a ghost guide

Chapter 31

Elena's ghost visits Celaena. She can sense the ghost even in her sleep but can't sense Dorian when she's awake. The crown prince must have maxed out his sneak skills.

So Elena can tell Celaena that she shouldn't bother to reach for a knife and that it will do no harm in plain English but when it comes to clues she's suddenly so cryptic and fond of riddles. Celaena should throw salt at her.

Anyways Elena tells her to look right for the answer.

The next day Celaena has a Test, also recently another competitor was found dead once again. The Test is poisons.

She had five minutes left—five minutes during which she not only had to identify the poisons in seven goblets, but arrange them in the order of the most benign to the deadliest. The true test, however, would come at the end of the five minutes, when they were to drink from the goblet they deemed the most harmless. If they got the answer wrong...

If Pelor doesn't win I'm gonna throw my phone fr.

Celaena glanced to the right to find Pelor, the gangly young assassin, watching her. He was down to the same two goblets that she struggled with, and she watched as he put the water glass at the very end of the spectrum—the most poisonous—and the wine glass at the other. His eyes flicked to hers, and his chin drooped in a barely detectible nod. He put his hands in his pockets. He was done. Celaena turned to her own goblets before Brullo could catch her. Poisons. That’s what Pelor had said during their first Test. He was trained in poisons.

My boyyyyy

Pelor is standing to Celaena's right. Elena's clue was to look right for the answer.

None of the other Champions had bothered to pay attention to Pelor—even Brullo, it seemed, had forgotten Pelor’s claim that first day. If he’d known, he never would have allowed them to do the Test so publicly.

I did pay attention to Pelor, tho. I'm just built different I guess. Bill dipperly

Pelor and Celaena win.

Chapter 32

Nehemia and Celaena are hanging out.

“I sense much worry in you,” Nehemia said suddenly, “and I hear much that you do not say. You never voice any of your troubles, though your eyes betray them.” Was she so transparent? “We’re friends,” Nehemia said softly. “When you need me, I’ll be there.”

The real soulmates.

Celaena is so sincere with Nehemia it literally triggers a reaction in her suppressed memories.

They go to the kennels to see Dorian's dogs.

Sometimes I can't understand the tone of dialogue in text exchanges but I think that's just a me problem.

Anyways Celaena likes one of the puppies. And Nehemia picks up on the vibes between Dorian and Celaena.

Eventually Nehemia turned to her. “Do you like him?” isn't Celaena's identity as Lillian essentially being Dorian's not so secret girlfriend

“It’s not a crime if you consider him handsome. I’ll admit I judged him wrong; I thought him to be a pompous, selfish idiot, but he’s not so bad.” (Nehemia)

“He’s a Havilliard.” (Celaena) “My mother was the daughter of a chief who sought to overthrow my grandfather.” (Nehemia)

Give me the Nehemia/ Dorian political marriage au right now

Every hint and step towards Celaena x Dorian is almost immediately undercut by a more (personally) significant Chaol x Celaena moment or mention.

She tells Nehemia, in a very serious tone, she'd rather cut out her own heart than love a Havilliard. SJM is gonna undermine this statement.

A moment later she notices she guards are less and less strict on her every day and thinks it might be on Chaol's orders.

Chaol + 10 | Dorian - 10

Celaena is longingly staring out the window and thinking of running away when Cain shows up out of nowhere acting crazy and then runs off, she sends word to Nox and Pelor telling them to stay in their rooms for the night.

Chapter 33

Kaltain Rompier!!!

She smokes opium but doesn't want the Duke to know so she rushed to change, spray perfume and drink sugary water to hide it but...

I don't get why. Even during the Victorian era there wasn't any social stigma against doing drugs, it was a recreational pastime, not an addiction, and even now, the richer people are the more socially acceptable their vices are so why is the narrative shading her for that

He kissed her hand when she offered it, his lips soggy against her skin. Their eyes met as he looked up from her hand, and a piece of the world slipped away. How far would she go to secure her position at Dorian’s side? “I hope I didn’t disturb you,” he said, releasing her hand. The walls of the room appeared, and then the floor and the ceiling, and she had the distinct feeling that she was trapped in a box, a lovely cage filled with tapestries and cushions.

Sjm's best characters are women fighting against the world, held up only by their pride

So the duke tries to play Kaltain but even in her drugged up state she turns the tables and starts weaving a lie about Lillian not being a virgin or "having a disreputable past" but again I have to wonder about consistency

Not only is Lillian's cover at court being Dorian's new girl, Dorian himself has seemingly slept his way through half the women at court. Surely Perrington, and even maybe Kaltain, would know that

It wouldn't help to bring the gossip to the Queen either because Lillian is not on the list she gave Dorian anyways

Also, now that I know Perrington told Cain about who Celaena is, I'm guessing it's Perrington that's playing Kaltain but on a whole other level. He's not the loud and quick to anger man we've seen so far. He's very cunning and he might turn out to be the type of villain I initially hoped he would be

Celaena is reading in her room when - for the first time - she hears someone enter

The door finished opening and Nehemia, clad in a gold-worked wonder, stood before her. She didn’t look at Celaena, nor did she move as she stood in the doorway. Her eyes were upon the floor, and rivers of kohl ran down her cheek.

(...)

“I—I didn’t know where else to go,” she said in Eyllwe. Celaena found breathing a bit difficult as she asked, “What happened?”

So five hundred Eyllwe rebels were captured and en route to a slave mine when some tried to escape and everyone was killed as punishment, even the children among them

Chapter 34

Later Celaena is again watching the snow through a window. She has cramps so I think she's having her period.

Chaol comes to visit, Celaena tries to tell him she's unwell, he doesn't click and starts admitting to inner turmoil about the whole Nehemia, Eyllwe, Ardalan situation. Celaena vomits on the floor. She tells him it's her period, he gets embarrassed and leaves.

(if I was more suspicious I might say Phillipa tried to poison her with the tea but probably not)

Dorian comes by. He's very cheerful. It's cute but annoying.

She moaned into her pillow. “Go away. I feel like dying.” “No fair maiden should die alone,” he said, putting a hand on hers. “Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?”

Annoying but cute

Celaena throws a book at Dorian's face but he catches it, it turns out to be a smutty romance

“You may borrow it when I’m done. If you read it, your literary experience will be complete. And,” she added with a coy smile, “it will give you some creative ideas of things to do with your lady friends.” He hissed through his teeth. “I will not read this.” She took the book from his hands, leaning back. “Then I suppose you’re just like Chaol.” “Chaol?” he asked, falling into the trap. “You asked Chaol to read this?” “He refused, of course,” she lied. “He said it wasn’t right for him to read this sort of material if I gave it to him.” Dorian snatched the book from her hands. “Give me that, you demon-woman. I’ll not have you matching us against each other.” He glanced once more at the novel, then turned it over, concealing the title. She smiled, and resumed watching the falling snow. It was blisteringly cold now, and even the fire could not warm the blasts of wind that crept through the cracks of her balcony doors. She felt Dorian watching her—and not in the cautious way that Chaol sometimes watched her. Rather, Dorian just seemed to be watching her because he enjoyed watching her.

Once again, Dorian sees the girl behind the assassin and Chaol sees the assassin behind the girl.

“What are you staring at?” “You’re beautiful,” Dorian said before he could think. “Don’t be stupid.” “Did I offend you?” His blood pumped through him in a strange rhythm. “No,” she said, and quickly faced the window. Dorian watched her face turn redder and redder. He’d never known an attractive woman for so long without courting her—save for Kaltain.

This whole scene might be one of their best.

Also I love how it's just known that Kaltain is undoubtedly hot, whether you like her a lot. Very Nesta Archeron of her. Or the other way around rather.

The week surrounding Yulemas was a time of relaxation, a time to celebrate the carnal pleasures that kept one warm on a winter’s night. Women wore their hair down; some even refused to don a corset. It was a holiday to feast on the fruits of the harvest and those of the flesh. Naturally, he looked forward to it every year. But now . . . Now he had a sinking feeling in his stomach. How could he celebrate when word had just arrived of what his father’s soldiers had done to those Eyllwe rebels? They hadn’t spared a single life. Five hundred people—all dead. How could he ever look Nehemia in the face again? And how could he someday rule a country whose soldiers had been trained to have so little compassion for human life?

Please there's so much here to work with.

Of course sjm is making this 500 dead black people plot point more about Celaena and her relationships than about Nehemia, Eyllwe or Ardalan 🔪🔪🔪 of course this massacre is the chance for the white boy who stands at the literal pinnacle of the social hierarchy to show he's actually so tender and soft

Even on her period, Celaena must put aside her pain to entertain Dorian's woe is me moment.

SJM is diametrically opposed to feminism. She is such a deeply misogynistic person that even her self-inserts come second to the men in their books.

Okay. The dark haired woe is me, I had no choice guy goes on a monologue about how hard his life is to the feisty tough because of her circumstances blonde and she sees behind the mask he wears and thinks about how lonely he is

Feysand is party city Dorian and Celaena.

Why couldn't sjm copy Dorian's lifestyle too? At least he seems to work and attend meetings and cater to the wants of the power players at court. It's more realistic. Unlike someone passing one ban in 400 years and spending all their money on new houses and all their time fucking

Celaena smirked. “Be sure to give the duke my warmest regards.” There was no way she’d forgotten how the duke had treated her that first day in Endovier. Dorian hadn’t forgotten it, either.

Celaena is a criminal. Literally a murderer. SJM is insane and will always point out the wrong thing. Celaena's personal feelings aside, how is Dorian gonna argue that Perrington was wrong for how he treated her

Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. She stiffened as his mouth touched her skin, and though the kiss was brief, he breathed in the scent of her. Pulling away was surprisingly hard. “Rest well, Celaena,” he said. “Good night, Dorian.”

Okay, Dorian + 20

Dorian mentioned a masked ball on Yulemas but Celaena's not allowed to go, so that's definitely gonna happen

Lmao never mind those Dorian points, once again Celaena immediately thinks of Chaol and wonders if he was gonna ask her to go before she almost vomited on him.

End of chapter.

I'm gonna carry on reading because I wanna get this book done but I don't want this to be too long.

I really hated this chapter in particular even if I don't mind the characters themselves, SJM's vile personality is oozing through the pages.

How did she drop this horrible event and turn it into a ship moment.

[lucien-calore]

the great war by taylor swift was MADE for chaol and dorian

"sucker punching walls" dorian punching that wall in COM

"spineless in my tomb of silence" dorian not telling chaol about his magic (tomb of silence) because he was scared (spineless)

"my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war" chaol not being able to let go of dorian even after dorian was with the valg collar and everyone thought he was gone

"you were playing with fire" dorian about chaol and celaena/aelin

"telling me to punish you for doing things you never did" dorian about chaol blaming himself for the valg collar thing or dorian blaming himself for killing all of the guards + brullo

"it turned into something bigger. somewhere in the haze, got a sense i'd been betrayed" chaol about dorian having magic and all the things they never said to each other because of fear

"soldier down on that icy ground looked at me with honor and truth, broken and blue. so i called off the troops. that was the night i nearly lost you" the whole scene where chaol says "i love you". i mean "icy ground" dorian's powers. "soldier down [...] looked at me with honour and truth, broken and blue" literally chaol trying to fight for dorian even when he was just a mortal and was hurt. "so i called off the troops" dorian willingly being captured so chaol could escape. "that was the night i nearly lost you" that line speaks for itself.

"i really thought i lost you" could be dorian with the valg collar or chaol almost dying but losing his ability to walk instead

"we're burned for better" aelin ruining their friendship just so they can get together again better and stronger

i rest my case, your honor.

[highladyofterrasen7]

Me when Ress (Russ?) and brullo died

[thesecretsofaman]

“S’inaridisce l’albero che s’erge sul brullo colle,né foglie né scorza lo proteggono.Così è l’uomo che nessuno ama: a che scopo dovrebbe vivere a lungo?”

-Vinland Saga 2

[la-lettrice-testarda]

L'arminuta, Donatella Di Pietrantonio

Nel tempo ho perso anche quell'idea confusa di normalità e oggi davvero ignoro che luogo sia una madre

Un’antica leggenda orientale racconta di un bambino e due madri, una “vera”, che lo abbandona per un guardaroba, e una acquisita, che lo cresce e lo educa. Entrambe lo reclamano, e ad un giudice l’onere di scegliere quale sia la madre. Per farlo, il bambino verrà messo al centro di un cerchio di gesso disegnato in terra e la prima che riuscirà a portarlo fuori sarà la madre. Una, quella che lo aveva abbandonato, lo afferra con foga, l’altra, quella che lo aveva curato, rimane ferma, immobile, per il terrore di farle male. La vittoria è ovvia, per il giudice, essa sarà la madre. Ho pensato subito al dramma di Brecht, leggendo L’arminuta. Ne Il cerchio di Gesso del Caucaso c’è, di base, un giudizio. Ne L’arminuta potremmo pensare che ci sia, allo stesso, un giudizio, eppure Di Pietrantonio rimane imparziale, lascia alla ragazzina il compito di essere la giudice. E lo è, giudice. Per lei non ci sono due madri, per lei ci sono due donne: quella “di prima”, già senza nome, che l’ha messa al mondo, aspra, reticente, apparentemente restia ai sentimenti, che semplicemente serba in silenzio e con timidezza, e quella “di mare”, che anche se un nome lo possiede (Adalgisa), perde gradualmente identità nel momento delle due verità, la prima, che riporta l’arminuta al paese senza spiegazioni, la seconda che si scopre solo e soltanto alla fine. Ha un sapore crudo e salato, questa storia. C’è il sale del mare che l’arminuta respira nei ricordi, sempre più sbiaditi, sempre emotivamente più distanti, c’è il sale del sangue che viene versato ogni qual volta che, il naturale bisogno di imporsi dei figli emerge e viene ricomposto sotto le percosse dei genitori. In quel nuovo contesto, l’arminuta, “la ritornata”, perde identità, ma al contempo la ritrova perché la ricostruisce; nel rapporto con la nuova sorella, Adriana, nella scoperta del corpo, un corpo con delle forme che, soprattutto nei primordi dell’adolescenza, risulta estraneo e confuso nelle sensazioni provate, da provare e negli sguardi. Soprattutto quelli di Vincenzo, quel fratello che, nel sangue, ha anche lui il sale che lo porta ogni volta a seguire gli istinti, soprattutto la fuga, ma anche quello più animale. C’è il sale anche nella lingua, continuamente in bilico tra il calore della chiarezza dell’italiano e un nuovo calore, quello antico, quello di un abbruzzese dapprima brullo ed estraneo, nel quale la ragazzina, solo dopo tanto tempo, scopre una nuova lingua, una nuova identità.

[illsadboy]

S'inaridisce l'albero che s'erge su un brullo colle, né foglie né scorza lo proteggono. Così è l'uomo che nessuno ama: a che scopo dovrebbe vivere a lungo?

Tratto da: Hávamál

[stengheli2]

Brullo

[tomtenadia]

Detours to you - 21

Good day!

Posting a bit earlier than usual; because my hockey team is playing at what is ^:30 here and once I am in hockey mode I will forget to do it.

Soo... here we are after Rowan's accident. This will at least reassure you that he is fine.

Hope you will enjoy it.

MASTERLIST

“Aelin,” he paused “I need you to come to the hospital with me.”

Her world stopped. She had a bad feeling all day but now that her worst fear had come through she was frozen in place. Aedion, and Lysandra were at her side but Aelin felt numb.

Elide went to talk to Lorcan for details and he explained all he knew.

In the distance Aelin heard Maya asking for her dad and crying.

Aelin just stood, numb.

“I can take you to the hospital.”

She nodded slowly then turned to her daughter and asked her to go her grandparents.

“No. I want dad!” She screamed loudly while crying in her grandfather’s arms “I want dad!”

Aelin’s heart broke piece by piece.

Rhoe kissed his granddaughter “Your mum is going to the hospital to see how he is.” He tried to explain to an heartbroken toddler “we will take you there as soon as your dad is fine.”

“No.” She screamed once more and Aelin hugged her daughter “Baby, your dad is fine.”

Maya cried but Aelin had to give herself the courage to stand up “Dad, take her with you and mum. I will call you with updates.”

She walked to Lorcan “Take me to the hospital.”

With her heart breaking she followed the fire captain to the truck outside pushing aside the noise of her daughter crying. She had to be strong. She had to put barriers up and push the pain aside because if she didn’t she would risk falling apart completely.

The ride to the hospital felt like forever. The firefighters at her side offered comfort but all Aelin could think was Rowan. She was terrified. She had just found him again after five years. They were finally building that family they had talked about a long time ago. She could not lose him now. She did not want to tell her daughter that the horrible lie she had ready for her had become real.

A sob broke her lips and Ansel must have heard her because the woman pulled her closer “Aelin when we found him he was breathing, injured but breathing. That is a good sign.”

And then anger surged in her “He is the chief,” she shouted “why the fuck was the chief inside?”

Lorcan turned “I tried to stop him, but Rowan was the only one to know the layout of the industrial site like the back of his hand. He had been trying for months to fix the problems.”

“You are his best friend and you let him go in alone!” She shouted, her hands shaking. The truck fell silent and Aelin leaned her head against the window. The coolness of the glass offering a sort of temporary respite.

They arrived at the hospital ten minutes later and Ansel helped her get off the truck and Brullo flanker her too. Fenrys followed behind and Lorcan gave them a bit of space before went too.

Fenrys went to talk with the charge nurse with the familiarity of someone who spent a lot of time in hospitals. 

“Hi Sorscha, Asterin and James brought our chief in, any updates?”

Aelin stood beside the blonde man while her heart raced with anxiety.

“All I know for now is that he is in surgery.”

A sob escaped from her lips and Fenrys walked her to a chair. She sat in silence and time passed slowly. Aelin could hear people talking around her but she felt disconnected from her body. She was numb. The idea of losing Rowan had the power of crushing her.

Eventually Aelin called her parents and they had told her that they finally managed to get Maya to eat something and go to bed. It had been hard and she kept asking for her dad but they had managed to calm her down.

After almost two hours Aelin started to lose her patience, so she stood and pacing became a way not to freak out. She marched up to the nurses station asking for an update. She was about to scream in frustration when a doctor walked to her “Mrs Whitethorn?”

Aelin did not have the strength to correct the doctor. It was not a priority. She needed news. 

“I have an update on the Chief.”

Aelin braced for the worst.

“He suffered internal injuries and we had to perform a splenectomy.” She started explaining “he was bleeding internally when he arrived in. His lower body suffered fractures, the worst one to his  left femur and his legs. He will need surgery and then physio but he will be able to move again.” The doctor paused “He is intubated for now, we are keeping him like that to help with his oxygen levels and prevent ARDS and allow his lung to heal. His mask was cracked which means he might have inhaled toxic fumes and the next few hours are the most critical.”

Aelin wanted to try and relax but she feared there was more “But he is alive.”

“Yes, the Chief is alive and in the ICU for now.”

“Can… can I see him?” She asked with fear.

“Yes, I can take you up to the ward.”

Aelin turned to Fenrys and the man nodded “We will have to go back to quarters soon but we are visiting as soon as we are off shift.”

She ran to him and hugged him hard “Thank you.”

Fenrys’ arms wound around her squeezing back in support. She then pulled back and followed the doctor to the lift and to the ICU ward.

The doctor walked her to the door “He is in here.”

Aelin stared at the blue door and hesitated. She was afraid of what she would find behind. 

Her hand hovered on the handle and eventually pushed the door open. The lights were suffused, the room silent apart from the rhythmic sound of the machines that were crowding his bed. She had the strength to look up and Aelin saw Rowan in his bed. He looked so small in that bed. A sob rippled through her and then moved closer to the bed. She stared at his chest raising and falling steadily with the help of the respirator and a sense of calm descended on her. That was a good sign. He had multiples IVs one of which with blood. The right side of his body was heavily padded on his chest and along his arm. She sat gently at Rowan’s left side and gently brushed his head pushing back his hair “I was so scared,” she whispered, amidst sobs “when Lorcan showed up I…” a ragged breath left her “I thought I had lost you, Rowan. I was terrified.”

Aelin caressed his face, gently brushing the small cuts on his cheeks “You will be fine. You are coming back to Maya and me and we are going to be a family, Rowan.” Another kiss to his cheek “I love you. I love you so much, Rowan and I don’t want to be away from you ever again.” Tears were now falling freely “I love you. I love you, please wake up so I can finally shout it at you.”  She sat at his side, his uninjured hand flush to her chest so that he could feel her heartbeat.

The door behind her opened and the doctor from before came in.

“I just came for some checks.”

Aelin followed the doctor move around Rowan checking his monitors and his fluid bags.

“Do you have any questions?”

She nodded frantically but her voice failed her.

“The spleen…”

The doctor nodded knowing exactly what she was asking “He can live without it. For the first two years after a splenectomy he might have to take antibiotics daily to combat bacterial infections. Some people have to take them all of their lives but the chief is a healthy man and we are hoping is just going to be the first option.”

“Can he…. Can he work again?”

“Yes, he will need physio after this. But we are expecting a full recovery.”

“Okay,” was all she could say. Her emotions still too raw.

“We will be keeping him in the ICU for a couple of days until we remove his tube. His oxygen levels are improving quickly which is a good sign.”

The doctor finished the checks and left her alone. Aelin kissed Rowan and then walked out of the room.

She climbed all the way down to the lobby where his old team was still there waiting for news. Lorcan stepped up and she ran to hug the man “I am sorry for what I said,” she cried in the man’s arms “I was scared…”

“I tried, Aelin.”

“I know.”

“Do you have news?” Asked Brullo.

Aelin nodded eagerly pulling away from the captain “he had a splenectomy. He suffered some other internal injuries but the doctor fixed him.” She explained “His left femur and his legs are fractured and has second degree burns on his right side.” Fen took her hand “But he will be fine. Doc says they will move him out of the ICU in two days then you will be able to visit and he should wake up after that.”

Relief spread through the team.

“How are the people he saved?”

“Alive because of him,” added Lorcan “A bit of hospital time too but alive.”

Aelin burst into tears. It had been too much for a day and now the adrenaline 

was wearing off and her body was shutting down.

“Do you need us to call anyone?”

“No,” she dismissed Lorcan “Go back to base, I will be fine. Thank you for staying behind.”

The team hugged her tightly and then left the lobby. Aelin breathed in deeply and climbed back up in the ICU ward.

Outside of his room she called her parents with a new update and cried over the phone, letting her anguish finally free.

Once she felt finally liberated she walked back inside his room. Outside was snowing and Aelin reached the window looking outside “We never got our date, you owe me one, Chief.”

She stared at the Orynth skyline and spotted the Orynth tower shooting up in the night sky alight with reds and blues and oranges “Do you remember our first date? I convinced you to go to Orynth tower and you started telling me of all the rescues you had performed.” She started telling him “But it was after a shitty day at my job you had taken me to a bookstore and told to buy all the books I wanted that I think I fell in love with you,” she chuckled “It was probably one of the most dangerous thing you ever did, considering my book obsession, but it was also the most loving act anyone ever did for me.” She turned to him “You were caring, you are still the most caring man I know. When your mum fell ill after your dad died I knew letting you go was the right thing to do.” She paused and walked to the end of the bed “It broke me, Rowan. Pushing you away the way I did broke me, but you were hurting too much.”

She reached the side of his bed again and very gently she sat on it, then removed her shoes and climbed on the side that was the less injured. Aelin tucked herself against him and kissed his jaw “Will you ever fully forgive me?” Then all of a sudden she had an idea. Aelin jumped up and went to grab her bag with her phone. Frantically she scrolled through her contacts and hoped she was glad she never cleaned up her list because there towards the end there was still the number of Rowan’s parents house in Wendlyn. 

Excited she dialled it and when a voice she hadn’t heard in five years answered, her heart raced “Eiddwen Whitethorn?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi, I am Aelin…” she let the information sink in and then continued “I am calling because Rowan has been in an accident at work. He is at the hospital. He had surgery but the prognosis is good.”

His mother was silent and Aelin continued “He saved a few people in the meantime too. He will be fine, will just need some rehab.”

She heard sobs “I would like to ask you if you’d like to come here. Doctors are planning on waking him up in two days. I am sure he will love having you here and…” a pause “and I am sure our daughter would be delighted to finally meet her other grandma.”

Eiddwen still did not speak and Aelin worried “I would love to, Aelin. “ a pause “Is my son really going to be okay?”

Aelin finally found the strength to let out a small chuckle “he might have to give up hiking for a while, but he will be fine just a bit in less than minted condition.”

“Good.” She could hear a smile “Does this meant that you two are back together?”

“We are getting there, Eiddwen.”

“I will ask Sellene to book me a ticket. She is the one good with technology.”

Aelin smiled “Let me know when you arrive and I will come and get you at the airport.”

“I have a mobile number, you can call me on that.”

Eiddwen told her the number and the woman promised to call back with a flight plan. 

She walked back to Rowan “Your mum is coming too. I am sure she will love to fuss and Maya really wants to meet her grandma.”

Aelin kissed his cheek and went back at his side.

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El Papa: Queridos poetas, ayúdennos a soñar

Comunicado de http://www.vaticannews.va — Publicamos la Carta que el Papa Francisco escribió para el libro “Versos a Dios. Antología de la poesía religiosa” (Crocetti editore), editado por Davide Brullo, Antonio Spadaro y Nicola Crocetti, y que estará disponible en las librerías a partir del martes 12 de noviembre. Francisco Queridos poetas, sé que están hambrientos de sentido, y por eso…