#dragony simon

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For All Intents and Purposes

Rating: Mature

Words: 25k (WIP)

Chapters: 5/12

@erzbethluna and I have joined forces to bring you this fic! We've had an absolute ball working on this and hope you enjoy it too!

When Simon starts spitting fire and hoarding anything associated with Baz, the pair discover he has dragon heritage. Lacking knowledge on half-dragons, they decide to seek out guidance from the only dragon they know–Margaret.

And if they’re going to America anyway, why not make a road trip of it?

Cue monster boyfriends in love, dragony chaos, inventive spellwork and Simon finally getting the road trip of his dreams (with a little bit of adventure along the way).

Chapter 1 (art) | Chapter 2 (art 1) (art 2) | Chapter 3 (art 1) | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

[erzbethluna]

For all Intents and Purposes

Hello friends! @hushed-chorus Demi and I have been cooking this titanic work for quite a while, and I'm very, very happy to see it out there! YAY! Please go check the link and enjoy the first chapter of 11 for lots of dragony/protector/hot Simon :D

Demi wrote it all, I did the art, but we both developed the story and shared the co-authoring :D I can promise adventure, tenderness, road trips, mystery and some hot (sometimes literally) moments sprinkled all around. For this first chapter, I did this art. I had so much fun with the lights, the poses and overall composition. I hope you like it, please go check this moment in the story! It is a very intense one!

[brilla-brilla-estrellita]

Stitchy Sunday!

As predicted, this is a day late, but I was off having a lovely cottage on the lake weekend with my friends followed by a Hobo Johnson concert. We're just going to pretend this is on time.

So thank you to @roomwithanopenfire @thewholelemon @blackberrysummerblog @tender-ministrations @artsyunderstudy

@emeryhall and @ic3-que3n for tagging me in your S-allerated Sunday posts!

As promised, today is the final outfit reveal for my Simon-inspired Ren Faire wings!

Wings closed, front and back:

Wings open, front and back:

I didn't get to make any of my other adjustments (like stronger magnets), but I did discover that the magnets are adjustable, meaning I can loosen or tighten the screws they're on to make the wings sit a little higher/lower and ensure the wings aren't tilted. I made them as tight as possible (so they sat as high as possible) and tbh I had no issues with them?? Was this the fix I needed all along?

When we arrived at the fairgrounds, I put the wings on, and as I tightened the straps the rivet popped off the left strap. I thought "Did I just do all this work to break them at the last minute and not be able to wear them?" Yet I was oddly calm, resigned to my fate. I asked Kat to see if she could jerry-rig it just in case. She slipped the disconnected top strap through the adjuster-thingy and... it worked??? We are unsure why this was so successful, but I had NO problems with it all day.

I got lots of comments, complements, and a few picture/video demonstration requests, validating my own belief that the wings are cool as shit. The LARPers were especially impressed. And becuase the fair was expanded this year, including more open space and less crowded walkways, I was even able to walk around with them open for a bit! And I didn't knock anything over inside the booths, either!

I also got my first trinkets from trinket-traders because they liked my wings!

I did not come prepared with my own trinkets as I have never been cool before, so I'm workshopping some ideas for next year, including: polished rocks (dragon horde shinies), painted bottle caps (perhaps with a dragony logo on each one?), sea glass (does require effort of going out and finding the sea glass...), scales (not sure what they'd be made of, though. 3D printed and painted? acrylic? gotta be a simpler solution...). Suggestions welcome.

Bonus: As we watached the joust, I of course started to build a Snowbaz Ren Faire AU based around the semi-scripted joust performances we have each year. I doubt I'll ever write it, but it's fun to think about!

I would like to thank Kat for being my Ladie's Maid every year and helping me get into my corset and, now, wings. Also for driving. I would also like to thank Dropout's D20: A Starstruck Odyssey and Netflix's Dead Boy Detectives for being my companions throughout this project. And of course, thank you to all of my Simon Snow friends for the enthusiasm and encouragement along the way!

Next year's upgrade: Tail!

Tagging even though it's late:

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[ebbpettier]

what do you mean with your hc that simon was always a dragon?

okay so this is one of my deepest most self indulgent headcanons because i'm gay and i think he deserves more and sharper teeth but it's extrapolated from a bunch of different details in the series: 1. we don't know what kind of blood davy used in the ritual. lucy couldn't identify it, but it almost definitely wasn't human. killing a dragon is one of the worst things you can do in the WoM and i really think davy isn't above that, at this point. (in terms of what i think the ritual entailed, i don't think he would have killed an adult dragon, either. a son for a son.) 2. simon's false feather wings dissolved in a bloody mess, but his dragon wings did not. iirc, he also had to wish for them, and penelope pointed out that this is fundamentally Not How Magic Works 3. penny also theorized that simon was actually turning INTO a dragon at the moment he got his wings, unless i'm misremembering again? its been a while since my last reread of the series and i have a memory disorder bear with me 4. "you don't kill a dragon unless you're trying to open a portal to hell" davy what did you do. DAVY, WHAT DID YOU DO. 5. once magic stops working on simon at all/after he loses his magic, the wings don't disappear, which makes me think they weren't powered by magic in the first place; they were just a part of his body. 6. margaret almost immediately (probably falsely but still) identifies him as a Kitten. she straight up thinks he's a baby dragon. maybe he smells like one, or feels like one, but i feel like she would be the most qualified to like ... tell? simon insists he isn't, but she seems confused and even a little put off when he tries to say he isn't just a lost dragon-kit. 7. when he's going off his magic is described as very blistery and prickly and black and red, and he glows and smokes and smells like a forest fire. dragon coded as fuuuuck 8. i think it would fucking rule I've never quite decided if i want it to be dragon ancestry, or if he's some kind of changeling via the ritual*, or something else, but the reason i draw the sword of mages with a fancy hilt shaped like a dragon is because i also headcanon that it looks different for everyone who wields it. (in my Baz Is The Heir AU: he summons it as a spada da lato, light as a feather with a handguard that curls like fire in a windstorm, inset with little sapphires) and simon's just ALWAYS been that dragony. i want him to grow more teeth, and they keep growing so he either has to accept them or have them pulled. i want his nails to be hard and sturdy as iron and he just never notices because he's always used them as tools, and he thought everyone's were like that. he bites them off because they break clippers. i want the red scales around the second set of deltoids (the ones on his wings) to start slowly creeping down his back and over his shoulders over time. because i think it would fucking rule. *i subscribe to this one the most, tho. makes sense. also i feel like the mage WouldTM.

[99redragons]

What's this? an EVEN MORE dragony simon? Let's have some fun.

So this was mostly for fun but I kind of wrote an episode idea for this.

While trying to kidnap Princess Bubblegum again, Finn, through hijinks, accidentally gets Ice King splashed by a dark magic potion Peppermint Butler made, causing IK to go even more princess-crazy, also going kind of berserk and breathing ice everywhere. It also breaks his amulet. Finn and Jake have to keep him distracted while PB and Pep-But make a cure. The whole time Pep-But hides it was dark magic. Marcy shows up and gets super annoyed with IK's antics, casually beating him where Finn and Jake were struggling the whole episode. The candy kingdom gets a little wrecked, the gumball guardians get hurt. IK has no memory of what happened while he was super-dragoned. IK weeps over his broken amulet and everyone feels kinda bad for him, Finn admits it was his fault and they spend the next episode on a goose chase through Wizard City trying to get a new amulet while IK follows them (annoyingly), comically tiptoeing through the city and trying not to break everything.

ps. the spikes and horns are icicles. if you even care

[lesser-known-composers]

Andrea Antico (c. 1480 – after 1538) - Io son quel doloroso e tristo amante

Performers: Ensemble: Anonima Frottolisti. Emiliano Finucci, Luca Piccioni, Massimiliano Dragoni, Simone Marcelli.

[gbhbl]

Band Interview: Herbert Glos (Bass) & Simon Saito (Guitars) of Dragony!

Following the release of their latest album 'Viribus Unitis', Games, Brrraaains & A Head-Banging Life had the pleasure of chatting with Herbert Glos (Bass) & Simon Saito (Guitars) of epic power metal band, Dragony.

Following the release of their latest album ‘Viribus Unitis’, Games, Brrraaains & A Head-Banging Life had the pleasure of chatting with Herbert Glos (Bass) & Simon Saito (Guitars) of epic power metal band, Dragony. The full thing can be heard via YouTube below as well as on, Soundcloud, Apple Podcasts and Spotify. You can also read our review of the album…

[polyrhythmoflife]

Got tagged. 21 Q’s

I got tagged by @real-life-senshi  

RULES: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 blogs you’d like to get to know better.

So let’s get started!

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Star Sign: I’m a Cancer.

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Last film I saw: I actually saw Wreck It Ralph 2 - Ralph Breaks the Internet last night as I write this. The movie was great! 

Favorite musician: Without a doubt my favourite artist would be the JPop Trio Perfume. They have been so inspirational for me and probably the only band I’ve been consistently listening to these past 11 or so years.

Lately, I’ve been getting into Latin music so there are some bops by Becky G that I like as well.

Song Stuck In My Head: There isn’t any at the moment. Actually... there’s a song from Zumba called Prendela that I’m in to.

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Dream Trip: A long trip to Japan through the eyes of a tourist. I’d love to go around Tokyo, Kyoto and Hiroshima especially.

Play any instruments: Nope

Languages: English, Vietnamese and Japanese (to an extent)

Favorite foods: Curry Katsudon, Katsu in general, Korokke, Prawn Crackers is a great snack, Nachos, Burgers, Fries, Steaks, Ramen, Udon, Hargow, Xiaolongbao, 

Random facts:

My favourite board game would be Werewolf/Mafia or Betrayal at the house on the hill but I am terrible at lying so sometimes my liking for such games does tend to go down a bit every now and then.

I tend to buy games or books but never play them.

I am a hater for medium to high impact violence, gore, horror so I without a doubt avoid those genres in media.

I consider to be a Visual or Musical person. I often can’t do things if people instruct me without proper visuals or not having them showing me how things are done.

My Favourite Dragon Ball Z character is Future Trunks. I have yet to watch Super in full though but I do dig his blue hair and skinny build.

My Favourite Sailor Senshi/Guardian/Soldier/Scout would be Sailor Pluto, Sailor Mercury and Sailor Jupiter.

My Pottermore houses were Slytherin (initially) and Ravenclaw (2nd sorting) my Ilvermorny house is Pukwudgie.

I can’t cook well yet.

Favourite Super Sentai team would be Gokaiger along with Go-Busters... even though I don’t like Hiromu as much as the Red Buster.

Favourite member of Perfume has always been A~Chan

Favorite songs: 

Polyrhythm by Perfume

Duro Y Suave by Leslie Grace

Sin Pijama by Becky G & Natti Natasha

Visions of Gideon - Sufjan Stevens

Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel

Trái Tim Em Cũng Biết Đau by Bảo Anh

Dream Fighter by Perfume

Tú by Dustin Richie

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Happy Sunday everyone! I hope you are all well!

@erzbethluna and I are hoping to post the first chapter of For All Intents and Purposes soon! The basic premise of this fic is that Simon starts to take on dragony behaviours (including hoarding things associated with Baz) and they're figuring it out together. It begins about 18 months after Snow For Christmas, and we’ve been imagining what Simon and Malcolm’s relationship would look like after that time. One idea Eli is keen to explore in this story is ‘Malcolm Grimm trying his best.’

So we’ve imagined a Malcolm Grimm who, while not exactly warm, is trying. And his version of trying is to make the occasional joke. The sort of bantery-joke a slightly stuffy father tries to crack as a show of warmth. The sort that makes those unfamiliar with them tense up in confusion.

So please, have this snippet of Malcolm Grim trying.

Baz gives me a gentle nudge and a pointed look. I gather a breath. “Mr Grimm. I’m…I’m sorry I took those things without asking you first.” “That’s quite alright, Simon.” He doesn’t lift his head. “Given you’ve already claimed the heir to House Pitch.” My tail flickers in Baz’s hand (I’d forgotten he was holding it). Then Mr Grimm adds, “I trust you will care for those objects with the same level of attentiveness.” Part of me knows this is not an enthusiastic endorsement of my actions, but another part–the dragon part–perks up. “Can I see Baz’s other stuff? I know there’s–” Baz winds my tail around his arm and gives it a small tug. I wince, grabbing my behind and glaring at him. If Mr Grimm notices, he doesn’t mention it.

Also, Eli reliably informs me that Malcolm Grimm Is Hot.

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[erzbethluna]

Six Sentences Sunday (but is a sketch)

Well hello beautiful people! Life has been difficult and busy, but doesn't mean we can't all have fun :D I'm working on art for chapter 4 of For All Intents and Purposes (FAIAP, check here) and this one I'll show a glimpse of, is hilarious tbh :D Thank @hushed-chorus for this scene, is a masterpiece xD *no context, just angy Baz*

Thank you for the tags :D they mean the world! @artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus @confused-bi-queer @theearlgreymage @ileadacharmedlife @iamamythologicalcreature @j-nipper-95 @fatalfangirl

[pangeanews]

Claude Simon, il più maltrattato dei Nobel. “Un cavaliere dell’Apocalisse senza Dio che viene a dirti il fallimento di tutte le utopie”

La parola Nobel confina con quell’altra, oblio. In effetti, si premia qualcuno perché da quel momento se ne possa fare felicemente a meno.

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Di lui mi piacevano tre cose. Anche quattro. Il luogo dov’è nato. Altrove. Atananarivo, in Madagascar. Il nome della metropoli sembra squittio di fiume. Il viso, poi. Squadrato, ruvido. Non da letterato. In effetti, faceva il viticoltore, a Roussillon, sui Pirenei, un luogo possente, dove la morte si coagula in massi sul mare. Prima, irreggimentato tra i ‘dragoni’, era stato imprigionato dai nazi – poi è scappato di gabbia, si è affiliato ai resistenti. Prima ancora aveva fatto la Guerra di Spagna, andava di moda, tra i repubblicani. Ma mi piaceva – per così dire, per affinità biografica – quell’altra cosa. Il padre che muore a Verdun, Prima guerra, nella tarda estate del 1914. Il figlio non ha neanche un anno. Nel 1925, falciata dal cancro, muore la madre. Lui ha 12 anni. Questo doppio espatrio mi affascinava: sradicato dalla Francia, dai genitori. Un uomo senza genealogia – meglio, e sarà utile a decrittarne lo stile: senza una grammatica della parentela. Poi c’è il quarto motivo – che è poi un ulteriore espatrio. Quando gli danno il Nobel per la letteratura, nel 1985, gli urlano contro. Lui di anni, allora, ne ha 72, e vivrà ancora a lungo, fino al 2005, ruvido e pimpante. E gli urlano addosso.

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“Il 17 ottobre 1985 la Francia, sorpresa, apprende il nome del vincitore del Nobel per la letteratura. Claude Simon. Chi? Simon. Ma dove abita? L’hai mai letto? No. Certo, è irragionevole, dopo Sartre e Camus… Nel suo Discorso di Stoccolma Simon ironizza sullo sgomento della critica francese e americana. Allo sbigottimento, seguirà la reazione, violenta. Claude Simon? Illeggibile, dicono alcuni. E il suo messaggio morale? Introvabile. Il mostro del nouveau roman che uccide la letteratura. Una provocazione, un complotto. In realtà, il tempo ha dimostrato quanto l’autore de La strada delle Fiandre sia diverso dai suoi contemporanei. Gli effetti di Robbe-Grillet invecchiano rapidamente, l’enfasi di Marguerite Duras si è attenuata con la fine del lungo regno di Mitterrand, i nodi psicologici di Nathalie Sarraute si disfano, il rigore scheletrico di Beckett resiste, ma sul palco. Come mai? Perché in Simon la presenza della Storia è fisica, la sua narrazione è crudele e lirica. Faulkner? Certo, ma anche Conrad, Proust, Céline… Simon è un cavaliere dell’Apocalisse senza Dio che viene a dirti con una profusione di dettagli il fallimento di tutte le utopie, il fallimento dell’umanesimo. Simon è intrattabile, inarginabile, marginale, ‘maiale nero nato da una pecora nera’, si dice. È anarchico, sensibile, viscerale”. Così Philippe Sollers, su le Nouvel Observateur, era il 2006, Claude Simon era già pappa per bisce della terra, Gallimard era uscito con il primo tomo delle Oeuvres, in quarta si paragonavano i suoi romanzi a quelli di Balzac, “la forma si rinnova di romanzo in romanzo… l’opera di Simon è una delle più commoventi del nostro tempo”. Eppure, c’era ancora bisogno di difenderlo, Simon, pure da morto. La foto-tessera sui due tomi Gallimard: sempre quel viso brusco, agricolo, anti-letterato.

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L’altitudine letteraria di Simon. “Non dimostrare più: mostrare. Non riprodurre più: produrre. Non esprimere più: scoprire”. Il primo romanzo, Le Tricheur, poco dopo la guerra, nel 1945, per le preziose Éditions du Sagittaire, legate ai surrealisti. Nel 1967, con Histoire, vince il Prix Médicis; da dieci anni – con Le Vent – Simon pubblica con le Éditions de Minuit. Simon prosegue, con instancabile rigore, contadino, a dissodare il genere romanzo, fino a vortici che in troppi snobbano come biecamente ‘sperimentali’. In realtà, Simon è in adorazione di Proust e di Faulkner, ma trascina quei dettami nell’era atomica, li fa esplodere. Si pone, in fondo, la domanda fondamentale: come posso dire, ora, la realtà? Alterare la formula della forma e quella del linguaggio – sbobinando le grammatiche – è il compito dello scrittore.

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Da ragazzo, con foga certamente snob, andavo in giro con La battaglia di Farsalo nella tasca della giacca. Pubblicato in Francia nel 1969, per Einaudi nel 1987, è uno dei libri estremi di Simon. Un frammento dal De bello civili di Cesare scatena il forsennato patchwork tra eventi dell’oggi, del passato, con esaltazione registica di quisquiglie quotidiane. Simon mantiene una lingua corrusca, epica, che s’aggroviglia, però, al delirio contemporaneo – “quel personaggio ponderabile e severo contempla il campo di battaglia di Farsalo con quegli occhi dalle pupille scavate nel bronzo, freddo, ambizioso e conciso… là, sulla pietrosa collina di Tessaglia, emanazione paradossale e anacronistica di un passato da cui tornavano a ondate gli effluvi bisunti dei biglietti di banca mischiati ai profumi melensi usati dalle vecchie signore e al puzzo d’incenso sullo sfondo sonoro di litanie, suppliche, e all’ossessionante cigolio delle carrozzine per invalidi”. Un lungo saggio di Guido Neri, in calce al libro, Il romanzo come intersezione, assegnava all’autore il volgare valore del ‘classico’.

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Ovvio: se vuoi dilettarti, se vuoi spassartela, non leggere Claude Simon. (Come se dicessi: se prediligi Raffaello, non andare a una mostra di Francis Bacon. Solo che nell’ambito artistico è tutto più chiaro: chi si mette, oggi, a rifare Raffaello – o i preraffaelliti – se l’imitazione è peggio dell’originale? In letteratura, invece, la cattiva imitazione del romanzo ottocentesco vince). Inattuale, solitario, Claude Simon – più prossimo, per intenderci, a Julien Gracq, un genio, che ai granatieri del Nouveau Roman – chiede lo scombinamento delle proprie convinzioni estetiche. Un libro più abbordabile, decisamente, è L’acacia, dove allo tsunami cronologico – si alternano le navate del tempo, tra 1880 e 1982, raspando nell’autobiografia dell’autore – si fa fronte con una scrittura marmorea, verticale. (Esempio: “Era il periodo in cui l’estate incomincia a ritirarsi, a precipitare, a crollare per così dire sotto il suo stesso peso, con quella sua pesante e inesorabile sfinitezza, e quell’anno, a mano a mano che le giornate si accorciavano, che le sere si portavano dietro un po’ più di quella nostalgica frustrazione della luce e che la calura di attenuava gradatamente, lasciando dietro di sé – l’estate – quella cosa mostruosa di cui si era gonfiata, che aveva portato a termine come una donna incinta, con quello stesso stupore, quello stesso ebete orgoglio, sgravandosene al suono delle trombe e degli schiamazzi da ubriachi, pronta già ad abbandonarla, inorridita, per ritrovarla un anno più tardi, diventata adulta, coperta di fango e tramutata a sua volta in fango, sepolta viva fino al collo o a marcire sotto il sole ritornato in un fetore di escrementi, di purulenza e di carogne in decomposizione”). Le ossessioni di Simon – la morte del padre, la scrittura melmosa, magmatica, a spirali – trovano qui un disinvolto punto di statura, di sutura.

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Pubblicato in estro da Gruppo 63 – nel 1962, per Einaudi, esce La strada delle Fiandre, nel 1965 è l’ora de Il palace; nel 1975 è Nanni Balestrini, sempre per Einaudi, a tradurre Trittico –, Claude Simon, a poco a poco, esce dall’orbita dell’editoria nazionale. L’acacia, appunto, è pubblico per Einaudi nel 1994. Il resto è l’iniziativa sporadica di piccoli editori: Lavieri nel 2012 pubblica Le georgiche; nel 2014 e nel 2015 l’editore Nonostante recupera L’erba e Il tram. Nel 2015 Neri Pozza ripubblica La strada delle Fiandre: la frase lapidaria di Franco Cordelli in quarta (“Dopo la morte di Thomas Bernhard, lo stilista maggiore”) non evita al romanzo di finire quasi subito fuori catalogo.    

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Viene da pensare che per i romanzi anomali non siamo attrezzati. Lo sperimentalismo – che significa: la riflessione formale, la lotta, il massacro del linguaggio – lo lasciamo tutto a Gadda (sia lode), alle clownerie di Manganelli (sia lode), il resto ci suona al palato un poco rancido (chessò: i romanzi di Edoardo Sanguineti e di Antonio Porta). D’altronde, chi si avvia verso cabbale formali notevoli – cito a caso: Davide Orecchio, Riccardo Corsi, Andrea Zandomeneghi – sta, con fierezza, ai margini del noto. Tra gli ultimissimi premi Nobel – macchissenefrega del Nobel – nessuno è stato trattato così male come Claude Simon, in esilio dai marchi editoriali che contano, dagli scaffali dove impera l’ovvio. Forse è invecchiato lui, forse non ne siamo degni noi. La propensione intellettuale, selvatica, non ci piace – tanto meno l’aristocrazia della forma. (d.b.)

*In copertina: Claude Simon (1913-2005) nel 1981; nel 1985 è onorato con il Nobel per la letteratura

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[masimovich]

PIONEERS // SALINI IMPREGILO from CRIC on Vimeo.

Written and directed by CRIC Client: Salini Impregilo Production: Withstandfilm Executive/producer: Davide Ferazza Line Producer: Tommaso Dragoni | Marijana Vukomanovic Cinematographer: Luca Esposito 1st Assistant Operator: Simone De Rosa 2nd Assistant Operator: Giuseppe Favale Chief Electrician: Matteo Orsanigo Edit: Stuart Greenwald Music and Sound: Guido Smider Speaker: Graham @FOCALRHYTHM Styling: Anna Clerici Set Designer: Serena Bosone Color grade: Claudio Beltrami @BAND Techincal Equipment: @Moviepeople Runner: Fabio Nuccio Special thanks to: Tommaso Bertani, Claudio Mecoli

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SAIL 2014 - DRAGONI - “ALFIE” TIMONATA DA LAWRIE SMITH VINCE L'H-D WAGNER CUP 2014 A TORBOLE - 2014

11 ottobre 2014 - "Alfie" timonata da Lawrie Smith, con Ossie Stewart e Joost Houweling nel pozzetto, ha vinto a Torbole la decima edizione della Hans-Detmar Wagner Cup, organizzata dal Circolo Vela Torbole.   E' stata una giornata conclusiva molto emozionante, con equipaggi svegliati molto presto per una partenza fissata alle 08:00 !! Sì cari amici velisti, partenza alle 08:00 ... per prendere il vento da Nord della prima mattina (Peler) che così spesso fa vedere molti surfisti appassionati per due o tre ore di divertimento prima di una pastasciutta per pranzo. Ma, anche se una prova è stata così iniziata, questa ha dovuto essere fermata nel primo lato di poppa perché il vento è cessato completamente.  Tuttavia, il vento "da sud" (Ora) sempre affidabile è arrivato alle 12,30 e gli equipaggi sono stati rapidamente guidati dalla grande esperienza del Race Officer Internazionale, Carmelo Paroli e del suo assistente Carla Malauvovia, così le regate sono iniziate con una bandiera nera intorno alle 13:00, con l'obiettivo di concludere una seconda prova prima del limite di segnale di avvertimento finale 02:30. Nella prima prova sia Vincent Hoesch (GER 10 ) che Lawrie Smith (GBR 785) sono partiti alla boa per disputare la propria battaglia "privata", che Lawrie alla fine ha vinto divenendo il leader della classifica generale. Pur lottando duramente per mantenere una posizione di vertice "podio", Stephan Link con Frank Butzmann e Michi Lip (GER 1125) hanno navigato bene per finire un molto lodevole 3° assoluto .. Un altro equipaggio che ha avuto un'ottima giornata è "Desert Eagle" (UAE 9 ) timonato da Henrik Witzmann con Theis Palm e Georgi Leonchuk alle manovre; infatti i loro ultimi due risultati li hanno spinti fino al 2° posto su "Billy Boy" (Vincie Hoesch)(GER 10) scivolato via durante la regata conclusiva. Ma nessun freno per il vincitore assoluto "Alfie". Dopo aver terminato al 2° posto lo scorso anno, non ha commesso nessun errore e si è conquistato il "titolop del 10° Anniversario” di questo meraviglioso evento .... Complimenti a Lawrie Smith, Joost Houweling e al sempre giovane Oswald Simon Stewart !!

FROM http://www.navigamus.info/2014/11/alfie-timonata-da-lawrie-smith-vince-lh.html

[erzbethluna]

“We’ll let you take him to America, but on one condition.” The other twin (Sophie?) holds her chin high and folds her arms like she’s giving a royal decree. “He needs to go sightseeing, too. He needs to see all the cool places and do all the cool things.”

I gently take Paddington from the twin, then press him into my chest. He smells like the Grimm house–like hardwood and potpourri. “Deal. I promise to take him everywhere.” For all Intents and Purposes - Ch. 3

Please give love to FAIAP here! Thanks to @hushed-chorus for all her energy and willpower!!

Also, take this as a WIP Wednesday, thanks for all the tags :D @ileadacharmedlife@fatalfangirl@ic3-que3n@artsyunderstudy@aristocratic-otter I tag everyone wanting to do this tag :D

[hushed-chorus]

Tell me about dragon!Simon 👀

Yes! Happily! Thank you for the ask!

This is a collab with @erzbethluna. It's her initial concept and we're having a ball writing it. In this fic, Simon starts to take on dragony behaviours and the boys are trying to figure it all out.

It is titled For All Intents and Purposes and we should start posting in the next month or so!

Also, please accept this offering from @erzbethluna's mood board

[hushed-chorus]

We are back, and the boys are in California! The question is, how many times can Simon make ill-considered, dragony attempts to be The Best Boyfriend?

We can do this. We can rescue his shirt and get out of here. I start running. “Simon!” Baz hisses.

For All Intents and Purposes - Ch. 4

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I'm back. We are back with FAIAP! I'm so sorry, it's been such a busy YEAR x_x anything is abandoned, is just taking time! Thank you @hushed-chorus for your infinite patience! Please read and share and enjoy this unhinged story we are enjoying so much developing! Read Chapter 4 here. I loved making this art, and there is another one into the story, so go check! :D