#cloache

[pettirosso1959]

Lombardy Landings? - On the 80th anniversary of the Normandy landings, four Italian TV networks (Rai1, Italia 1, Rete 4, La7) mixed up the two regions. Were these "journalists" reading the same script despite working for different channels? Yes, that's the only logical, and disconcerting, explanation. As to historical knowledge, that's not a requirement for Italian newsreaders, obviously. @LauraRuHK

[macquarieridge]

swimming upwards towards heavan

[cosmicluvcore]

To be human part 3

Rottmnt Leo x reader, gender neutral, friends to lovers, meet cute, apologetic Leo

Part 1, part 2

Summary: Leo has the biggest crush on you but he's afraid that you'd never date a mutant, so with the help of a clooking broach he plans to become your perfect human boyfriend!

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Really struggled with this chapter I'm so so sorry if it's bad!!

Tag list!!

@lunaflyer @wings-of-sapphire @ssak-i @nessarolla-in-constant-flux @envyjmoney @leonardo-dabitchy @wookiesmiles-blog @sloppy-syrup

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Leo had never actually been to this basketball court before, he knew of it, had maybe seen it in passing a few times but it was always too busy.

Too risky.

But today that wasn't an issue, he didn't have to worry about getting confused glances from others, today he was one of them. He had the cloaching brooch safely tucked under his hoodie, fidgeting with it from time to time from a mix of anxiousness and excitement.

He knew this was a pretty popular park for teens his age, it was mostly students who hung out here and it didn't take much for him to start making a friend or two. His basketball skills were flawless, using his best moves to win over a couple kids at the park was definitely helping his ego.

Though he made sure to keep an eye out for Y/N, knowing that they hung around here sometimes, they'd have to show up some time soon.

Meanwhile he could just keep embracing being a cool ass human. Lev was the name he'd given himself, it would've been insanely obvious if he'd kept his own name, he wasn't that stupid. It had felt weird at first, introducing himself as someone he wasn't. But he couldn't deny that it was beginning to grow on him as he heard other people use it.

Leo, or rather, Lev let out a satisfied huff as he confidently passed the ball, still riding this confidence boost. He looked amazing and his charms were working on everyone! Just wait until Y/N sees him now.

"Ow!"

A basketball in the face.

That was the cherry on top of Y/N's crappy day.

As if they hadn't already regrettably slept through their alarm that morning, which made them miss their school bus and forget their lunch. Then once they had finally arrived to class, their teacher had decided to give them a surprise test that they knew they'd flunked. Now they had to suffer the embarrassment of a basketball being thrown their direction.

Unlucky.

They cringed at the pain bringing their hands up to their face. The stray ball had hit them hard, but luckily no blood stained their hands.

"Oh mi gosh! I'm so so sorry- Are you okay?" A voice asked, from afar.

"Yeah... I'm okay just a bit-" Y/N hesitated as they finally met the concerned strangers gaze, "-dizzy..."

As they looked up to him he was giving them a sense of deja vú. His apologetic expression gave off a sort of familiarity but they couldn't exactly place it. Maybe it was the dizziness they were feeling from the impact of the ball, but the soft look of concern across his face made their heart flutter a little.

"Hey? Hello? Still with me?" He asked anxiously.

Y/N blinked realising they'd just been staring blankly up at the worried stranger, his voice snapping them back to reality.

"Yes- yep- I'm still here." They assured sheepishly in reply, glancing away.

He let out a relived sigh before chuckling softly, "Lost you for a second there huh? I don't blame you, that was a hell of a hit," His voice was calm with a friendly air to it, weirdly comforting though again that may have been due to the head trauma.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked again.

"I'm alright," They assured, the dizzy sensation leaving them for now, "Only thing bruised is my ego."

He let out a small chuckle, glad to hear them sounding alright.

"I'm sure your ego will recover soon enough," he smiled, "Luckily, I don't see a scratch. Phew, wouldn't want to hurt such a pretty face."

They blinked at the sudden compliment, the words echoing in their still slightly dizzy head, unsure if he was being serious or not.

"Pfft- are you trying to make me forget that you just almost gave me a concussion?"

"Me? I would never..." He hesitates, glancing away sheepishly as they call him out, "But, if I was... would it work?"

They roll their eyes in a playful manner and shrug, "Maybe try starting with an apology."

He chuckled, as they playfully chastised him.

"Right, right,"

He smiled sincerely, a mix of embarrassed and genuinely sorry, jokingly getting onto his knees.

"I humbly apologise to..." He glanced up to them, prompting for their name.

"Y/N."

"I humbly apologise to Y/N, for accidentally launching a basketball into your pretty face," He finished, his tone light-hearted, though they could tell there was a hint of sincerity behind his humor.

"Seriously though, I am sorry, I'm not really used to playing basketball with such a large audience." He admitted gesturing to the court, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up straight.

"Don't worry about it," They replied calmly, pretty charmed by his playful attitude.

As they looked back to him, something about his face felt weird. Like they'd met before, however as much as they tried Y/N just couldn't place him.

"You know... I don't think I've seen you around here before, what's your name?"

He looked surprised for a moment, a flicker of panic crossing his face before he quickly schooled his expression into a casual smile.

"Lev, I'm Lev."

"It's weird, I feel like I kn-" Y/N's words were immediately interrupted by a sudden hit of pain, apparently this concussion decided to have a delay, "Ow- ow!" They winced, clutching their head.

Lev immediately took notice of Y/N winced in pain, his concern growing tenfold. "Hey, take it easy. You took a pretty hard hit."

He gently placed a hand on their shoulder, trying to steady them, "Are you okay? Should I go grab ice?"

Y/N bit their lip as they tried to deal with the pain. The world around them started to seem a little too bright and they squeezed their eyes shut.

"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine-" They murmured, their voice shaking slightly, "Ice would be good."

Lev nodded, quickly standing up his mind racing as he did. What a way to make a first impression, 'Hey Y/N here's a bonk on the head, wanna go out with me?' he was such an idiot! He instinctively went to grab his odachi but paused as he realized it wasn't there.

Right.

Leo had the odachi, he wasn't Leo right now he was Lev.

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Lev had offered to walk them home during the commotion, he figured it was just a headache from the impact but he wanted to be completely sure they were okay.

As well as take the opportunity to talk with them.

Y/N was steadying their breath, pressing cold bags of store bought ice against their forehead. The pain was slowly numbing while the pair took a seat on the steps outside their apartment block.

Y/N didn't understand why but Lev clicked so easily with them, they were always on the same page.

It was refreshing to actually relate to someone for once.

"And after all that, she decides to throw a surprise test at us! Last time I checked, surprises are supposed to be fun," They huffed angrily, "Ugh, I'm sorry for throwing all this your way."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Sometimes you just need to let it all out, y'know?" Lev offered, a gentle smile across his face, "Besides, I threw a basketball at you, you're just returning the favour."

"Pfft, I didn't think of it like that." They admitted with a chuckle.

A warm smile slowly started to form on their lips, this stranger had made them laugh today even after everything else that had happened.

Who knew that all it took was getting hit in the head with a basketball?

"You know, I'm honestly kind of surprised that you've been this patient." They noted with a light chuckle, "Most people don't like listening to whining."

"Well..." Lev hummed, hesitating a little before he finished his sentence, "I'm not like most people."

Y/N lifted an eyebrow, a curious look spreading across their face, "Oh? And how's that?" They asked, their curiosity piqued, "Are you a vampire or something, stranger?"

"Pssh, first of all vampires are a total scam," He replied with a laugh, "What's the point of being sexy for all eternity without being able to see your reflection?"

Y/N grinned, a laugh escaping as his response, "Sounds like someone talking from experience."

He simply rolled his eyes softly, "And second, stop calling me stranger my name is Lev you know."

"Well, you are technically a stranger."

"Come on, we're at 'basketball bonking' levels of friendship." He retorted with a playful tone.

"Ooh, nice alliteration." They teased smugly in reply.

Lev's expression brightened, smiling hopefully back at them, "Nice enough for me to be a friend?"

Y/N pretended to consider it for a moment, they hummed thoughtfully before finally shrugging and nodding,

"An acquaintance." They answered with a smirk.

"Ahh, there's no winning with you." Lev sighed in mock offence.

"What can I say," They grinned teasingly "I'm hard to please."

A bit of water began to drip down Y/N's face, the ice was melting quickly.

"Doesn't seem like that ice is going to last a while."

Y/N frowned as they noticed some of the cold water trickle down their face. They let out a slight huff, knowing that their source of comfort was quickly melting.

"Yeah, I guess not."

Another drop landed on their nose, and Lev couldn't help but chuckle at the way it made them blink in surprise.

"I should probably head inside."

"Right, you can get some ice that isn't melting." Lev nodded casually in an attempt to hide the wave of disappointment that crossed his face.

He genuinely wanted to talk to them, that was... cute.

"Exactly," They smiled in reply as they stood up from their seat and Lev followed, "Thanks for taking care of me."

"I mean... it was kinda my fault in the first place." He mumbled, the regret evident in his voice.

"Hey stop beating yourself up about that," Y/N scolded in a gentle tone, "I know it was an accident." They assured.

"Besides, I really enjoyed talking with you." They added honestly.

Lev's eyes lit up at that, their confession making a warm smile spread across his face.

"Really?" He asked, trying to bite back the eagerness in his tone, though it seeped through easily.

Y/N chuckled and nodded in reply, "Yeah, I'll see you around right?"

Lev nodded brightly, "I promise no basketballs will be involved next time." He grinned.

"Noted." They said with a small laugh, turning to open the doors to their apartment complex.

They gave him another soft smile, their eyes holding his gaze for a moment.

Lev smiled back at them, a twinge of relief and a hint of flattery on his face as he watched them turn to leave.

A part of them didn't want him to leave, they just wanted to stay and chat for a bit longer.

But another part was reminded of the pain in their head, yeah it was time to go inside.

They gave a small wave to their newly found friend as they entered the building.

"Bye Lev."

"Bye."

[soldan56]

Ufficializzata finalmente l'apertura delle fogne, o cloache, per meglio dire.

[indilaras]

WIP Wednesday

Behold my haphazard process of coloring. Anyway would you go to this café yes or no

ID: partially-colored drawings of Candace, Dehya, Cyno, and Alhaitham from Genshin Impact as chibis; Candace and Dehya are in butler outfits while Cyno and Alhaitham are in maid outfits. Candace is holding up a tray with a cup, Dehya is holding up a tray with a cloach, Cyno is holding a broom behind him, and Alhaitham is holding a clipboard. They're all smiling at the viewer. End ID.

[t-annhauser]

Tutta l'hybris della guerra si riassume in quell'autorizzazione all'omicidio che a un certo punto, in una società normalmente ben regolata secondo i pacifici criteri borghesi, viene da un giorno all'altro concessa ai suoi cittadini più volenterosi dall'autorità ufficiale: ecco, adesso puoi uccidere, anzi, ti diamo pure il confetto del buon Gesù se uccidi quelli giusti! Non ha importanza chi ha ragione, di casus belli è piena la storia, a un certo punto, semplicemente, è un libera tutti, e una volta slegata la bestiola impossibile distinguere con chiarezza tra soldati e civili, tra innocenti e colpevoli, un buon pretesto si trova sempre per accoppare in nome della ragion di stato. Ma questo è solo il primo livello, la prima linea, se così si può dire, perché dietro le linee, opportunamente a distanza, si agitano tutti i rancori dei pacifici cittadini che evacuano quotidianamente i loro sterco nelle cloache dei social network: dagli al russo! dagli all'ucraino! dagli a quel carognone d'un libanese! dagli all'israeliano! abbiamo l'intelligence più dritta del mondo! due a uno per noi! Gratta gratta, ci vuole un niente per riscoprirsi quelli di sempre, alla faccia di tutti i solenni proclami di civiltà.

[noneun]

Una coppia di colombacci uniscono i loro corpi nell'estasi suprema che è propria dell'idillio dell'amore

Mentre ero a correre, due bellissimi colombacci, appollaiati uno accanto all’altro su un cavo del telefono, hanno attirato la mia attenzione. Il maschio si piegava di lato e strofinava testa e becco sulla testa della femmina, un pochino più piccola di lui. Incuriosito da queste dolci effusioni, mi sono fermato e ho osservato la femmina ricambiare il gesto affettuoso.

Pochi secondi dopo, la femmina si sporge decisamente in avanti, mettendosi in posizione quasi orizzontale. Il maschio, cogliendo immediatamente il segnale, fa un passo di lato e si posiziona sopra di lei, reggendosi con le zampe nella zona posteriore del corpo della femmina.

In quel momento i due colombacci uniscono e sfregano fra loro le cloache, ovvero le aperture nelle quali confluiscono i sistemi riproduttivo, urinario e digerente di tutti i rettili.

Questa unione, chiamata bacio cloacale, è l’atto sessuale di tutti gli uccelli sprovvisti di pene (ovvero la maggioranza). Serve per trasferire lo sperma da una cloaca a l’altra. Ed è finita in meno di 10 secondi. Comunque più della media, probabilmente a causa del precario equilibrio dei due uccelli sul cavo telefonico.

Dopo di che, il maschio fa un altro passo laterale, ritornando esattamente nella posizione dove si trovava prima dell’accoppiamento. La femmina, invece, fa ben cinque passi di lato, allontanandosi parecchio dal maschio…

Appena voltatomi per riprendere a correre, ho sentito distintamente il maschio accendersi una sigaretta.

Foto di un colombaccio che ho scattato nella primavera dell’anno scorso.

[procionemoro]

Persone che credevano nell'amore e nella felicità trasformate in esseri freddi e distaccati a causa di viscide cloache umane e situazioni atroci.

Per quanto una persona possa essere solare e positiva , c'è sempre qualcosa o qualcuno a questo mondo che brama e trae piacere nello strappare il sorriso a chi invece è capace di donarlo.

Non è giusto.

[bucciadiarancia]

Luca ha cucinato per me del sugo piccante ed abbiamo cenato sui comodini della camera da letto debitamente apparecchiati, circondati da candele, seduti scomodi sul pavimento. Ha scartato il mio regalo (concime liquido, una maglietta) ed ha letto la poesiola che lo accompagnava su un uomo di Treviglio (BG) che non aveva la morosa ma tanto gli bruciava dentro il desiderio d'averne una da indossare mutandine rosa e reggiseno per poi guardarsi allo specchio con l'uccello in mano. L'uomo si scopre incinta e partorisce un coyote che gli bruca i peli del petto e gli lecca la faccia, gli morde le braccia. Insieme giocano a rincorrersi nelle cloache della città.

Ho letto questa poesia ed ho pensato "È amore" e, malgrado io abbia dovuto modificare il testo così da far allineare geograficamente le somiglianze e togliere il sottotesto incestuoso 😳😳, è il mio amore per L nello specifico.

È qualcosa che ho covato dentro e sul cui aspetto non ho controllo, che voglio sudicio e libero e sporco.

Ci siamo baciati moltissimo con una playlist romantica in sottofondo e c'è stato un momento in cui ci siamo guardati sottecchi cercando di smettere di sorridere. L'ho trovato molto bello con su i baffi lasciati dalla panna del White Russian.

[alephsblog]

E allora Putin? Pare già di sentirli i livellatori da Bar Sport, gli equalizzatori della stabile, ma per nulla rispettabile, compagnia di giro delle cloache ribattezzate talk show. E allora, diranno, ponevate in gran spolvero la Corte Penale Internazionale quando emetteva il mandato di cattura internazionale per Putin e adesso attaccate quello stesso organismo perché’ dichiara “wanted” Netanyahu e Gallant?

A scanso di equivoci: sì, rivendichiamo il lamentato doppiopesismo per la semplice ragione che ogni alternativa è oscena.

È osceno equiparare un dittatore che ha invaso, devastato, stuprato uno stato sovrano ai rappresentanti eletti di uno stato democratico che subisce un attacco su sette fronti da nemici, i quali non inseguono neppure conquiste territoriali, ma teorizzano tutti la sua distruzione.

È oscena la sentenza di una corte internazionale che si presta ad essere definita “un passo importante verso la giustizia” da un’organizzazione terroristica la quale, dopo aver realizzato il pogrom del 7 ottobre, si è scientemente asserragliata in un bunker ad altissima densità abitativa per usare quella popolazione come un unico, immenso scudo umano.

Si sono asserragliati lì per assistere allo scorrere del sangue dei civili, del quale riconoscono esplicitamente di avere necessità per la causa, per godersi lo spettacolo delle opinioni pubbliche occidentali che abboccano con disarmante vulnerabilità al disegno della riprovazione planetaria verso l’aggredito Israele e sdoganano al loro interno il fiume carsico dell’antisemitismo.

Questi risultati, i terroristi di Hamas, se li aspettavano, ma forse neppure essi arrivavano a sognare l’indicibile: una Corte Penale Internazionale che conquista il plauso dei terroristi tagliagole e criminalizza chi li combatte.

Se l’espressione non fosse stata adeguatamente vilipesa dal generale Vannacci, non resterebbe che dire che viviamo un mondo alla rovescia. E certi sottosopra non finiscono mai bene.

Ma osceno sarebbe, e temiamo sarà, anche un Occidente che non cogliesse la portata della sfida. Come scrive lucidamente Giulio Meotti sul Foglio, la sentenza della CPI “inaugura la caccia allo stato ebraico”, allo stato i cui cittadini vengono braccati ed uccisi in quanto ebrei (a proposito di chi straparla di genocidi) e che oggi viene sanzionato per essersi difeso.

Israele è epitome dell’Occidente in Medio Oriente. Se l’Occidente non respinge qui, ora e subito una sentenza che vuole fare di Israele esattamente quello stato paria e canaglia violentemente esecrato dalle piazze propal del “from the river to the sea”, non abbandona solo Israele. Abbandona e tradisce sé stesso.

Esattamente come abbandona e tradisce sé stesso se si ostina a non unire i puntini e a non cogliere il filo rosso dell’attacco che si dipana da Kyiv a Israele con il coinvolgimento incrociato e ormai aperto, fattuale di tutte le forze dell’Asse del Male. Dalle truppe nordcoreane nel Kursk alla testa del serpente iraniana. Come ha dichiarato l’ambasciata israeliana in Vaticano in occasione dei 1000 giorni della guerra all’Ucraina, “con l’uso delle armi iraniane contro il popolo ucraino vediamo l’influenza destabilizzante globale dell’Iran”.

Questa è la drammatica posta in gioco. Con buona pace dei veri doppiopesisti. Quelli per intenderci che in queste ore inscenano danze tribali di esultanza per lo stigma criminale impresso sullo Stato ebraico da un organismo di giustizia internazionale (sic!) e che ritennero invece improvvida, perché ostativa a fantomatiche trattative di pace, un’analoga sanzione quando comminata a Putin. Quelli che da 1000 giorni intimano, più o meno untuosamente, ad uno stato sovrano di amputarsi ed arrendersi, ma mai hanno invocato quella resa dei terroristi di Hamas che in un attimo farebbe cessare ogni lutto a Gaza.

Ma vuoi mettere con la voluttà di criminalizzare Israele? E poi hai visto mai che arrivi magari anche un bel mandato di cattura per Netanyahu e Gallant?

[fuckthevar]

fino all'inaugurazione dello Stadium l’#8settembre ha rappresentato il dramma di un’Italia stupida, ignorante e persino fedifraga: adesso è diventato #Juve, è vittoria, è l'arrogante evidenza di essere decenni avanti rispetto a chi si esibisce ancora in fetide cloache di Stato

[concesionscrittrice]

Alla ricerca delle cloache di Roma... scrivere è anche questo, quando devi far entrare tre personaggi nelle stanze del Vaticano. Ho scoperto che la fogna più lunga è quella chiamata MAXIMA. "La Cloaca Maxima è il più grande complesso fognario romano antico ancora in funzione; il canale principale si estende da via Cavour al Velabro, mentre le molte antiche affluenze provenienti dai Fori Imperiali e dal Foro Romano, e le affluenze moderne provenienti da via Madonna dei Monti, Via Cavour e da tutta la zone del Velabro, la rendono collettore di una rete fognaria efficiente che drena i liquami nel moderno sistema del Collettore Basso di sinistra sottopassante i lungoteveri orientali". Grazie a Roma Sotterranea ho letto un po' di storia. Vi lascio il link. Incredibile di cosa fossimo capaci di creare, vero? #ispirazione #roma #cloache #romanzo #scriverechepassione #storiaromana #storiadiroma #romasotterranea https://www.instagram.com/p/CGMvLaRHAsl/?igshid=cfthvxtuuq3g

[sarahsokolmillinery]

Happy National Hat Day! One of my first and favorite cloaches made in the atelier of @anyacaliendo Model: @tatiannaari #nationalhatday #sarahsokol #sarahsokolmillinery #hat #hats #couture #handmade #millinery #milliner #couturehat #fashion #haute #chic #wearableart #handmadehats #cloache #pearls #purple

[3uhedral]

cloach

[soldan56]

l’ #Afghanistan è costato all'Italia 8,8 miliardi, 54 vittime e 625 feriti, miliardi buttati nelle cloache del commercio delle armi:

soldi morti e feriti inutili