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psiroller · 3 months ago

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youre like the pam to my jim (preview)

im on my office romcom au bullshit folks. itll be a oneshot and basically pwp but here's the lead in to wet ur whistle.

dunmeshi/chilaios/dom!laios/eventual bdsm club shenanigans/2.2K

cw: blue collar blues, language, not so unresolved sexual tension, questionable workplace romance between a superior (chilchuck) and his subordinate (laios). this is not used for leverage (laios is actually the dom in this scenario, inverting the power imbalance) but i thought id mention it. they keep it professional on the clock (USUALLY)

Though he’d rocked up to the office less than an hour ago, Chilchuck’s workday had already run long. All the printers had gone offline, and he had to spend a few hours troubleshooting with Kuro how to get them operational; there had been a software update, apparently, that rendered the very outdated inter-office network unusable. Of course, this meant an hour on the phone with the district manager trying to get their network updated to the company-wide standard, something that had been blown off for a year and a half; the way she reacted to his request, Chil might as well have asked her for her firstborn. All he could get for his trouble was a tepid “I’ll look into it”. This meant running around handing out USB sticks like holiday cards so his employees could get something done, and lots of lines at the printers into the foreseeable future, and naturally their budget for office supplies had been cut, so it all came out of his pocket.

The whole department was behind on their calls, but Chilchuck fought back the urge to go around crabbing at people to catch up. It served him well, as Marcille approached him in the afternoon and informed him that the phone lines were down, and the voice mailbox wasn’t functioning, and there were angry customers on the line. Another call to Kuro, who was really stretching the limits of his contract, and it turns out that the phones had also been pushed a software update that made them incompatible with the inter-office network, and they would have to take every call in two rings or they would be automatically parked on a line that no longer existed and be summarily hung up on.

Mr. Tims announced he would be taking a lunch. He blasted a cigarette in the parking lot and returned to his desk to sulk, face in hands, dreaming of days when their lines were all directly connected and they didn’t have to go through the song and dance of software updates, firmware updates, network security updates, OS updates, wireless headsets, broken wireless headsets, lost wireless headsets and keycards and lost keycards and broken keycards and daily performance numbers and corrective action reports and work smartphones with keylogging software in them and mouse movement monitoring and—

Chilchuck went back to work. He used his personal cell to call up the DM and informed her of the raging clusterfuck that had become his department—and probably the whole branch—now that the office network was effectively obsolete. She sounded on the verge of tears—apparently her other branches had also fallen victim to the endless onward march of the digital millennium, and she was at her wit’s end trying to fix them all at once. Every stress-deadened neuron in his withering brain proclaimed: serves you right. If you had fixed this when I first asked, we’d all be stressed out at the usual operating baseline. He wished her the best and hung up. He stared blankly at his desktop calendar, seeing that the next district meeting was in three days. His vision briefly fuzzed over and he fantasized about leaping onto the table and screaming, just screaming until his throat was raw and his face was purple and they had to have the orc from the main branch’s operational compliance department drag him out.

Chilchuck went for coffee. He was risking time theft, but his DM had bigger problems, and there wasn’t much he could do. The frantic calling died down, Marcille having performed some kind of forbidden ritual to pacify their frothing customer base. During his walkaround he saw most of the floor taking calls, even folks who normally ducked phone duty, so she must have gone around recruiting people to her cause. Chilchuck made a note of that; he’d have to compensate her somehow for taking on what should have been his job.

Laios, however, was nowhere to be seen. This rankled Chilchuck; Laios rarely missed a day except for the handful of times Chilchuck had to send him home for being deathly ill, so of course the day he had to miss, there was catastrophe. His cubicle was empty, he wasn’t in the break room, he wasn’t in the parking lot putting out an engine fire on his piece of shit motorcycle, not at the watercooler. Nothing. He checked with Marcille if he’d called out, and she quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“No? He’s in the server room, with Kuro.”

“Kuro?”

“Yeah, he said he went to help.”

Mr. Tims ground his teeth. “That’s not his—I’ll go talk to him.”

Marcille smirked. “Sure you will.”

Chilchuck glowered at her, but Marcille faced his evil eye with insufferable smugness. He remembered all too soon that she saved his ass this morning, and he had to close his open mouth and walk away.

“We’re even now,” he growled.

“Nope! Still getting that Starbucks gift card!”

She was right, but he wouldn’t be admitting it. Chilchuck stormed out of his department and down the hall, sliding smoothly into a closing elevator with a few other disgruntled employees, taking a frankly infuriating number of stops at basically every floor until he could ride it all the way down into the basement. When the doors parted, hot, stuffy air flooded in. Chilchuck winced and loosened his tie and waistcoat as he stalked the rows of servers, the heat only getting worse the longer he lingered, until he found Kuro kneeling with his arms in the guts of the worst cable management imaginable, Laios helping him separate out the lines to keep track of each spaghettified clump of wires.

“Chil!” Laios said, getting a growl from Kuro that probably meant be quiet in Western Kobold. “Oh, uh, sorry. Mr. Tims! How is it up there?”

“Bad,” Chilchuck ground out. “Of course. We could really use a hand with the calls up there, you know.”

“Oh, are the lines working again?”

“Enough to receive them, but not enough to park them, so it’s a disaster for customer satisfaction,” Chilchuck said, trying to manage his volume. “So what are you doing down here? I don’t recall you being in IT.”

Laios slopped some sweat off the back of his neck with the palm of his equally sweaty hand. His dragon-patterned tie had been loosened enough to nearly slip off his neck, just enough to stay in code, and he’d tucked the end of it into his pocket to keep it out of the way, having forgotten his clip again. The heat in their dilapidated, poorly ventilated server room made his business casual button-up cling nicely to the curves of his chest and solid core, the one bright point in Chilchuck’s day so far.

“Oh, well, I wasn’t getting anywhere with my work… I mostly had a bunch of bills to print and mail out today, so naturally that was going nowhere. I had my personal USB on me, so I tried to get it done manually, but Namari was hogging it for her shipment printouts because apparently their system is kaput in the warehouse… and when I checked again everyone was using it. Some of the newer printer models don’t come with USB ports, so some of the more up-to-date departments were mooching off ours.”

“I thought the lines seemed a little excessive,” Chilchuck grumped. “I don’t think I’ve seen those things used more rigorously than they have been today.”

“Yup, that’s why. So I caught Kuro running between the floors trying to troubleshoot his latest Band-Aid fix, so I’ve been doing all the stuff that doesn’t require a tech degree, heh.”

“Laios okay with software,” Kuro chimed in. “Break hardware.”

“Yeah,” Laios said with a frown. “But the part was replaceable!” He beamed, cutting off a lecture. “Good thing Kuro hangs onto spare parts.”

Chilchuck’s eyes narrowed, and he turned to the real IT technician of the pair. “Is he actually helping, Kuro? Or are you humoring him?”

“Nice to have extra hands.” His tail wagged loosely, bushing the cuffs of his slacks. “He runs up to other floors. Checks employee access and network strength in offices. Saves time.”

“Alright then. Keep up the good work.” Chilchuck met Laios’ eye. Laios winked at him. Chilchuck blushed and ignored him, heels clacking on the cheap linoleum as he walked away.

Chilchuck hopped on call duty, having found everyone in their place and doing what all could be done. His customer service voice got a workout that left him feeling tense and jittery, every call opening with a frustrated sigh or straight up yelling. After a few quick resolutions and a handful of longer, 20–30-minute stretches of troubleshooting and over-the-phone customer cocksucking, the landline made a happy little beep, the flashing lights next to every line dying out one by one as they were parked. A dialogue box popped up on his PC: Connected to HP-5669964.

“Hey, Chil!”

Laios strode into Chilchuck’s office, startling his boss for a second as he rounded the desk in a few long strides. A big hand clapped down on Chil’s shoulder, jostling his arm and spilling coffee on the crisp collar of his shirt. Chilchuck grimaced.

“What.”

“We fixed it!”

Chilchuck eyed Laios suspiciously and set his mug down.

“How the hell did you…?”

“Don’t get too excited, it’s a temporary fix,” Laios chuckled. “But we narrowed down the problem to some kinda software incompatibility. Shuro rolled back the servers to an earlier restore point, so it’s like the update never happened! Of course, the update’s going to get forced on us again once the clock rolls over, but we can just do that tomorrow, too. If you want, I can come in early to-“

Mr. Tims raised a finger. “No. We’ll take care of it tomorrow when we usually punch in. Not everyone’s a morning person like you, Laios. It’s going to be 10 AM before anyone’s awake enough to do any work, so that’ll cover the time it takes for the servers to spin up.”

Laios leaned forward on the desk, hanging over Chilchuck’s high-backed ergonomic chair, one he had to shill out for himself. “What?” Chilchuck hissed, glowering up at him.

“I’m not hearing a ‘thank you’.”

Chilchuck scoffed. “For doing your job? You’re not doing this just for me. You’re being paid.”

Laios’s cupped Chilchuck’s cheek, hand engulfing half his face, which flushed and burned in Laios’ palm.

“Watch it, Touden,” he growled, arms crossed. Laios’ thumb stroked his cheekbone; Chilchuck didn’t swat him away. “We’re both on the clock.”

“Chil,” Laios said, in that honey-sweet tone that meant Chilchuck was about to be nagged. “You’re burnt out.”

Chilchuck blinked up at him, dark eyes shadowed by dark rings that Laios traced, up to his subtle, deepening crow’s feet. “Huh? No I’m not. This has just been a frustrating—” Laios’ fingers pushed into Chilchuck’s hair, shaking it out, raking blunt nails against his scalp. “—day. I’m not… you don’t have to…” He slumped into Laios’ big, warm palm, calloused but gentle in handling him. “… what was the question again?”

Laios chuckled. “Nothing. I got it handled.”

Chilchuck snapped back into reality and bit into the meat of Laios’ thumb to try to get him to unhandle it. Laios took it like a champ, pulling his hand out of Chilchuck’s mouth and cradling the whole of Chilchuck’s head in his palm, raking it back and forth, mussing up his hair, which Chilchuck reached up to fight off; his arms disobeyed him, flopping around like limp noodles until he gave up and relaxed into it.

“I can see you through your office windows, y’know. You looked like you weren’t having a great time. So I figured I’d help take care of it, ease your mind a little.” Laios’ smile had a sad quirk to it. “You look a little pale. You didn’t have cigarettes for lunch again, did you?”

Chilchuck grimaced. “None of your business.”

Laios sighed. “That’s a yes.”

“It’s just a rough week, Laios,” Chilchuck said. “I’ll be alright.”

Laios’ hand trailed down, framing Chilchuck’s chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” Laios said, meeting Chilchuck’s eyes with that relentless force, gold boring into him. Sometimes Chilchuck wondered if Laios’ eyes ever got dry; he hardly ever blinked. “We’re getting food into you, and a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, we’re going to the club to work some of that tension out of you. Understood?”

Chilchuck’s pupils blew wide. His thick eyebrows pinched and he grimaced, unable to look away. Laios’ body curled over him, blocking out the office, the noise, the chaos. Chilchuck sighed, dropped his arms into his lap, and let Laios carry the weight of his skull.

“Oh, right,” Chilchuck realized, his eyes bright. “It’s Friday.”

Laios grinned and patted Chil’s cheek. “See? The fact that you forgot means you’re burned out. See you at six.”

Chilchuck threw paperclips at Laios until he left his office. At 6 PM, they met up on top of the hood of Chilchuck’s old Mustang; his tongue tasted like black coffee. Laios smiled, making it hard to kiss him deeply; Chilchuck got impatient and started biting. Marcille speedwalked past the car and neither of them noticed or cared.

#dungeon meshi #chilaios #laichil #office au #fic preview #ficroller

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jaggedwolf · 7 months ago

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pll rewatch 1x07-1x08

while watching previous episodes, I was thinking, wait, Emily has to have a car this season because of [SPOILER]. Does she just randomly start appearing with one?

of course not. instead she wins a car (the BEAUTIFUL TOYOTA) in a raffle the same night she falls down in a mirror maze

1x07 begins with us still on Homecoming night, where we get (1) Spencer, Hanna, and Aria clinging to each other like frightened puppies while looking for Emily and (2) Toby bringing Emily to the hospital

Spencer suggests the trio split up and is immediately indignant at the idea she be the one to go alone lmao

Poor Toby. No one is nice to him :( Spencer said her classic "The devil has a name and it's Toby!" line but Pam also said "people cross the street when they see him", poor fricking teenager.

Emily is like, as someone who has exchanged more than one sentence with Toby, I don't think he's a murderer? and Spencer cannot stand it she is so annoyed

Emily phrases it as "why am in my bed and not in a body bag" <3 Emily's horror movie visceral imagination

FIRST BARRY MAPLE APPEARANCE. HE'S HERE. THE ONE KIND-OF OKAY COP IN ROSEWOOD. ALL HAIL BARRY MAPLE.

Hanna is back to winning her one-woman #BestAlly competition and she's doing so good! I'll repeat this in the tags of a future post, but it is so interesting to me that this is the first step in Hannily becoming close as a pair - before Hanna gets the photos, Aria and Spencer are the ones expressing individual concern over Emily, but once this arc happens, Hanna is all-in

And says exactly what Emily needs to hear. Also saying things to injured Emily: Pam Fields, who is stressing her daughter out and has no idea why.

Ella, Byron is a cheating douchenozzle but go to your son's sportsball game! Mike's done nothing wrong!

Spencer has zero concept of having a job, let alone a service one. Of course she can waltz right into the kitchen to chit-chat, of course Alex must be lying if he says he's working on a day the club is closed. Oh, Spencer.

She does take to making fruit kebabs to hang out with him

Alex says he's never seen her photo with devil horns before and I don't think he's lying...so an A thing? But I prefer to think that it was the kitchen employee from the day before who was all het up about Spencer's health code violations

can any of the liars look normal when talking to the blind girl. (Spencer about Jenna to Emily: You didn't eat one of her cookies, did you?)

well, Emily did okay, but Emily had to deal with Jenna straight up sitting on her bed. Who does that?? But very funny in light of the S2 Halloween episode, isn't Emily dealing with enough.

Aria playing peacemaker as Spencer and Hanna argue in the woods. Oh, Aria, it's like watching a terrier trying to get in between a bloodhound and a golden retriever.

and here we get our first inter-liar callout of Spencer's parents being there to bail her out! I completely forgot it was Hanna who does this, but very fair, Hanna, very fair

Lucas and Hanna bond over watching the stupidest youtube videos, which makes so much sense for them. SMH Sean, not even a smile for turkey on a skateboard? Between that and sending Aria flowers, you deserve the shenanigans you accidentally find yourself in later this season

Emily and Maya get to have nice cute banters about going on a date and manage to make out at a zombie movie without anything bad happening! Good for them!

Especially since everything non-Maya makes Emily look so distressed

like Toby, which leads to the best conversation Emily, Spencer, and Hanna have on Emily's window seat

Emily, clearly upset: I couldn't bring myself to ask. Jenna was so upset. But his bike… it looked like it was… like it was wrecked.

Spencer: Well, I'm not gonna cry over this, and neither should you.

Hanna: Spencer, if she liked him she can cry about it!

Spencer: Well, I'm sorry for speaking.

Spencer: ......Look she's right, I can't tell you what to feel.

and yet Spencer will never stop attempting to, love this maniac

good god I forgot about the Jason recasting, I look forward to when this dark-haired suit-wearer with a stick up his ass is gone

Best A message:

SUBJECT: THE DEDICATION

DO IT RIGHT. I'LL BE WATCHING. JUST LIKE TOM SAWYER. --A

Why did A prepend the message with a subject, do they miss emailing Spencer? I had to explain the Tom Sawyer reference too haha.

A's gonna trick them into painting a fence next

We get so many flashbacks of Alison being terrible by the lakeshore that summer day

Flashback dynamic notes: Emily smiles and laughs at everything Alison says, no matter how mean; Aria is horny for Noel and pays the least attention to Alison; Hanna laughs at the first insult Ali throws at Lucas but then very weakly tries to defend him; Spencer is...Spencer is almost getting bored of Alison's terribleness?

and yet "that's immortality my darling" remains, and so does Alison's bracelet in her nightstand drawer

I like to think Aria had to dig through all her shit to find her bracelet, compared to the other three XD

"what about justice" re: never finding out who killed Alison, Spencer my sweet summer child....sometimes Spencer is the most naive of the liars, in her own way

Spencer's already sent two S.O.S texts this season. Did the girls agree on this code or did Spencer just decide this is her way of asking for help and everyone automatically understood it

isn't this memorial a bit too revealing of her dynamic with y'all, I'd be so self-conscious

and yet, even after an episode filled with flashbacks of Alison's cruelty, I understand all four of their speeches for her.

#as much as i love how much more removed Aria's speech is in being about the concept of memorials themselves #the thing with 22 episodes is that they can really slow burn each girl's feelings about Alison in a way that feels real #pll watching #pll #mine #wayne fields is in the pennsylvania national guard #which is completely compatible with an afghanistan deployment but is going to make zero sense with everything else they do with him

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darthhope999 · 1 year ago

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Happy pride everyone!

So... I decided to do something for Pride Month. For every day of the month I have picked a flag and "drawn" a corresponding character based on the palette.

If I have made any mistakes please feel free to comment, I will be glad to try and fix it. Or at least remember it for next year :)

I hope you enjoy my month of posting every day after taking like five months off!

Major Disclaimer: I did NOT do any of the drawings. I merely found a base on google or Pinterest. The only thing that belongs to me is the design (except the flag as a pallet and BG, of course.) Sorry if this makes you enjoy it any less.

Edit: I just realized, I spelled “belongs” wrong. Seriously, Darthhope? You had to? (That also means I spelled it wrong in all my posts, sorry about that)

Masterlist!

Pride peacock

Gary the gay goldfish

Lola the lesbian lioness

Bart, Barry, Betty & Berniece The Bisexual Bats

Poly the Polysexual Panda and her friend Pam the Polyamorous Pencil

Penny the pansexual penguin

Omar the Omnisexual Owl

Genderfae gerbil

Gerald the gebderfaun giraffe

Dan the demisexual deer

Greg and Guppy the gray ace Guinea pigs

Amy the Asexual armadillo

Leo the Lithosexual leopard

Iggy the intersex iguana

Tina the transgender tiger

Alex the Arbosexual aardvark

Amari the agender anaconda

George the gender-fluid German shepherd

Bob the Bi-gender Badger

Tracy the trigender triceratops

Paul the Pangender Parrot

Gavin the genderqueer grasshopper

Darla the demigirl dove

Dave the Demiboy dolphin

Andy the androgynous ant

Izzy the Inter gender impala

Norman the non-binary newt

Quincy the questioning quail

ulysses the uranic unicorn

Nemo the neptunic narwhal

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impider · 1 year ago

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some headcanons for my canon divergent earth 8888 spider - woman jessica drew because she is very gorgeous to me and i need to get them out of my head to motivate me to update my pages .

that's jessica marcelle drew , not miriam .

of direct creole descent , as in , born and raised in the heart of louisiana before earth went to shit . country girl living in the city , she moves to a mars based new york at age nineteen to live with her estranged mother once her grandmother passes away .

in her universe , symbiotes take planets as hosts instead of humans , starting with VENOM-0012's slow overtaking of the nearly hallow planet earth after it has been drained of its resources. the smaller ones will occasionally take one or multiple hosts , the hosts typically being stars that they manifest into black holes , depending on their size , but the more mature ones are typically HUGE , planet eating , space parasites .

heavily influenced by my hyperfixation on space , there's a campaign to restore earth lead by the stereotypical ' tree hugging ' hippies turned environmentalists bunch . it's the norm for people to live in space stations or spaceships around the earth's orbit . mars has been terraformed , typical sci - fi stuff .

big cowboy bebop vibes . jess is a bounty hunter in a universe where symbiotes from surrounding areas and planets are a constant threat . they range from very small to planet sized threats to humanity that threaten to consume the entire hub on mars . she still has her motorcycle that ejects from her personal ship and allows her to coast through the stars at hypersonic speed .

her universe is an alternate version of new york located on mars in the eighties with a heavy eighties influence ( in terms of style and music ) . jess herself is heavily inspired by actress pam grier with the style of musician prince . bounty posters look a lot like those 70's movie posters .

soul train still exists in this universe where she's a popular dancer . she also frequents nightclubs and inter galactic rollerskating rinks for fun .

#✧⠀⠀━━ ARCHIVED UNDER⠀⠀/⠀⠀JESSICA DREW⠀⠀.#✧⠀⠀━━ ARCHIVED UNDER⠀⠀/⠀⠀JESSICA DREW⠀⠀:⠀⠀HEADCANONS⠀⠀.#testing this muse #but i like the idea so far #lawd knows i love a space bounty hunter

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wutbju · 2 years ago

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There’s a lot we BJU alumni don’t know about Sarah Roberta Oliver.

We called her “Miss Sarah,” in the girls’ dorms. That was an old Southern way of both showing affection and reduced status for people of color.

We told each other that she cared for Bob Jones III when he was young, but there’s no evidence of that.

She did work at the Greenville Army Air base in 1945.

According to the Greenville phone book, she was working at BJU as a “maid” from 1949 onward.

In 1956, the phone book lists her as a “cook” for BJU.

We women who lived in the dorms in the 1980s remember her living in an apartment on the first floor of Gaston down at the far end nearest the rest of campus.

Her dad, John Oliver, did work for Furman University in 1930.

She was John and Ethel’s oldest child, and her siblings are as follows:

John Alex Oliver Jr.

James Alfred Oliver

Jacob Oliver

William Barton Oliver

Mary Elizabeth Oliver

Eugene R. Oliver

Bennie Oliver

Robert Oliver

She also had a daughter, Ethel Elizabeth Oliver, who was born in 1943, when she was 20. Ethel died in 1975 of “general sepsis” at age 32 because she was immunocompromised due to a kidney transplant. She was married with four children at the time.

Notice that Ethel Oliver Riley did not know who her father was.

But after all that, after working at BJU from 1949 forward, after we all remember her sitting at the desk in Gaston or calling “man on the hall” at necessary moments....

Bob Jones University didn’t actually commemorate Sarah Oliver’s employment in the yearbook until 1994.

This is Bob Jones University, folks. We saw it up close. The evidence is everywhere.

Ms. Sarah Roberta Oliver, 98, of Greenville, South Carolina, passed on Wednesday, March 9, 2022, at St. Francis Women's Hospital. She was the daughter of the late John A. and Ethel Emma Oliver.

She was the last surviving member of her immediate family. Preceded in death, daughter, Ethel Elizabeth Oliver Riley.

Surviving are four grandchildren: Frederick D. (Pam) Oliver of Asheville, NC, Patrice L. Riley-McMahan, of Simpsonville, SC, Patrick B. Riley, and Jeanine D. Riley both of Greenville, SC; six great-grandchildren; ten great-great-grandchildren; and a host of other relatives and friends.

Funeral Service: Sunday, March 20, 2022, 2:00pm at Mt. View Baptist Church with interment in Resthaven Memorial Gardens.

Published by Watkins, Garrett & Woods Mortuary Inc. on Mar. 10, 2022.

#Bob Jones University #Archive #Obituary #BJU Hall of Fame #BJU Alumni Association #2022 #Sarah Roberta Oliver #BJU Staff Member #Klandamentalism

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inhumanliquid · 2 months ago

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did you know that there’s a parasite called naegleria fowleri??

It’s dubbed ‘the brain eating amoeba’, because it literally eats the brain matter of its host

It’s rare, fortunately, but as global warming continues, more and more cases have been reported.

This is because this parasitic amoeba thrives in murky, warm waters (like certain lakes, ponds, Stillwater)

A person can become infected by swimming in these waters (or the soil/mud around it), without nose plugs.

The parasite travel up the nostrils, latch onto the nerves, and make their way up to the brain, where they feast on brain matter.

The mortality rate for this parasitic infection is around 98%.

It can kill its host within 1 day, to (very rarely) 1 week

The reason this parasite is so deadly is because of the massive inflammatory response it triggers, where the body’s immune system tries to fight off the parasite, but the parasite is able to evade it effortlessly, leading to the immune system attacking itself in the region where the intruder is detected (the brain), leading to severe inflammation of the brain (encephalitis), and sometimes the spinal cord as well (meningitis. Both together are meningoencephalitis). This particular response is called PAM (Primary Amoebic Meningoencephalitis)

The inflammation is deadly because the brain swells, leading to severely high ICP (Inter cranial pressure), which in most cases, quickly leads to brain death.

Cool :3

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giancarlonicoli · 4 months ago

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23 lug 2024 19:36

1. IL 2 AGOSTO 1952 GIANNI AGNELLI FU BECCATO A LETTO CON UNA RAGAZZA DALLA SUA FIDANZATA PAMELA CHURCHILL. INCAZZATA, SI SCAGLIO' CONTRO LA GIOVANE. GIANNI INTERVENNE E RICEVETTE UNO SCHIAFFO IN PIENO VISO. NON SI SCOMPOSE: SALÌ IN MACCHINA CON LA FANCIULLA MA LE SVARIATE RIGHE DI COCAINA FECERO IL LORO EFFETTO E ANDÒ A SBATTERE CONTRO UN FURGONE. I MEDICI SUGGERIRONO L’AMPUTAZIONE DELLA GAMBA STRAZIATA. GIANNI RIFIUTO, PER IL RESTO DELLA VITA AVREBBE AVUTO UNA LEGGERA ZOPPIA 2. LA RELAZIONE SI CHIUSE CON UN COLPO DI PISTOLA SPARATO DA GIORGIO, IL FRATELLO DI GIANNI, SOFFERENTE DI SCHIZOFRENIA. PAMELA FU RAPIDA A CHINARSI E LA PALLOTTOLA ANDO A CONFICCARSI NELLA PORTA, EVITANDO UNA TRAGEDIA E UNO SCANDALO INTERNAZIONALE 3. GIANNI E SUSANNA DECISERO DI FAR RICOVERARE IL FRATELLO IN UN MANICOMIO IN SVIZZERA, DOVE GIORGIO MORI’ A SOLI 35 ANNI – DAL LIBRO “L’ULTIMA DINASTIA” DI JENNIFER CLARK

Estratti dal libro di Jennifer Clark “L’ultima dinastia”, edito da Solferino

Quando conobbe Pamela Churchill, Gianni Agnelli frequentava gia da tempo la Riviera, dove affittava una delle ville piu sfarzose, lo Chateau de la Garoupe, ventotto stanze tra le quali un salotto, una sala da musica, un giardino d’inverno e cinque camere per gli ospiti al solo primo piano. In aggiunta c’erano una sala da biliardo, che dava sulla terrazza affacciata sul golfo di Antibes, una piscina, una sauna e piu tardi il campo da tennis. Il giardino con un accesso diretto al mare garantiva la privacy degli abitanti.

In anni in cui intere abitazioni nella natia Torino erano ancora ridotte a scheletri dopo i bombardamenti, Gianni poteva contare su una rendita di seicento milioni annui e aveva un aereo privato.

Tra Gianni e Pamela l’alchimia fu immediata. Lui era affabile, alla mano e divertente. Pamela aveva un corpo sensuale, era navigata e flirtava con lui con una schiettezza che Gianni

trovava piacevolmente inusuale. Qualche giorno dopo, lui le disse che stava partendo per Capri con Raimondo a bordo del Tomahawk e la invito a unirsi a loro.

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All’arrivo a Capri, Gianni e Pamela si fermarono a casa del conte Rudy Crespi, un amico di Agnelli, che offri loro ospitalita – ovviamente in camere separate. Una mattina, andando a bere il caffe in camera di Gianni, il conte lo trovo nudo, come gli capitava spesso in privato.

«Voglio che tu conosca Pam, sono pazzo di lei!» gli disse Gianni.

Pamela entro nella camera, anche lei completamente nuda, e si sedette a gambe incrociate sul letto, fissando il conte dritto negli occhi.

Fu l’inizio della loro storia. Gianni prese due appartamenti adiacenti a Parigi e Pamela trascorse le estati del 1949 e del 1950 con lui allo Chateau de la Garoupe……….

Aveva pero messo in chiaro fin dall’inizio che non l’avrebbe mai sposata. Aveva un futuro gia tracciato all’interno della Fiat, non era libero di decidere cosa fare della sua vita, e dunque la sua liberta era per lui la cosa piu preziosa.

Liberta di muoversi, di agire, di trascorrere il tempo libero come voleva. L’ultima cosa che desiderava era cambiare stile di vita per legarsi a una partner, e men che meno gli interessava la monogamia; disse a Pamela che lei non era il genere di donna docile che avrebbe tollerato le sue plateali infedelta.

Il comportamento di Gianni rifletteva l’educazione ricevuta………. Nelle classi sociali piu elevate, che si trattasse di aristocratici o della ricca borghesia, il matrimonio era una sorta di contratto piu che un’unione sentimentale. Ci si aspettava che Gianni scegliesse una moglie «adatta» per allevare i figli che sarebbero stati eredi delle loro fortune.

La prescelta avrebbe dovuto appartenere alla sua stessa classe sociale, religione e educazione, preferibilmente con scarse o nulle esperienze sessuali e disposta a tollerare discrete infedelta dopo il matrimonio. Non avrebbe avuto altra scelta, dato che il divorzio sarebbe diventato legale solo nel 1970 e faceva comunque scandalo anche nei Paesi in cui era ammesso. Nella cerchia di Gianni, tutto questo era ritenuto normale e la verginita era un valore sociale: Raimondo Lanza di Trabia e Susanna Agnelli non avevano mai consumato il loro amore.

Gianni dimostro presto nei fatti, piu chiaramente che con qualsiasi parola, di non avere alcuna intenzione di sposare Pamela. La loro relazione era appena all’inizio quando lei resto incinta. L’aborto fu organizzato in una clinica di Losanna, e trascorsero la notte in un hotel della citta. Al mattino, mentre facevano colazione, gli scesero un paio di lacrime di rara emozione. Tuttavia, stando alla biografia di Ogden, quando il giorno dopo si incontro con Pamela nell’hotel Villa d’Este, sul lago di Como, «le racconto della stupenda modella che aveva conquistato la sera precedente».

Ciononostante, la relazione prosegui per altri quattro anni, nel corso dei quali Pamela spero di fargli cambiare idea rendendosi indispensabile. Spese con dovizia i soldi di lui per creargli attorno ambienti eleganti e confortevoli, gli stessi a cui lo aveva abituato la madre Virginia. Ma i due non vivevano sotto lo stesso tetto: Gianni stava a Torino e andava a trovare Pamela a Parigi dove le aveva preso un sontuoso appartamento.

Trascorrevano i mesi estivi a La Garoupe, dove, dopo aver cenato insieme, solitamente anche con un gruppo di amici, Gianni usciva verso mezzanotte. Pamela non si sognava di chiedergli dove andasse e cosa facesse: gioco d’azzardo, o nuove conquiste. Lui tornava intorno alle tre del mattino e spesso si alzava alle sette per uscire in barca a vela.

Convinta di poter far capitolare Gianni dimostrando di essere la compagna perfetta, Pamela arrivo persino a convertirsi al cattolicesimo. Ma dopo quattro anni, la relazione comincio a essere logorata da una tensione irresolubile. Le sorelle di Gianni gli ripetevano da anni che Pamela non era una moglie adatta a lui perche era divorziata; per di piu erano convinte che alla donna interessasse la fortuna degli Agnelli.

Una di loro ricordo che una volta, a Capri, la coppia si era fermata ad ammirare delle sciarpe di seta. Gianni ne aveva comprata una per una sorella e aveva chiesto a Pamela quale le piacesse. «Le prendo tutte» aveva risposto lei. Anche la famiglia di Pamela, peraltro, era contraria al matrimonio, perche i ricordi della guerra e dell’Italia fascista erano ancora recenti.

Nell’inverno 1951, Gianni compro una lussuosa proprieta immobiliare, Villa Leopolda, di ventotto stanze….. Questo acquisto, pero, si rivelo sfortunato: creo ulteriori tensioni tra Pamela, che si considerava la padrona di casa, e le sorelle di Gianni, secondo cui aveva passato il segno. L’anno successivo, i due si separarono.

Il 2 agosto 1952 era una deliziosa notte d’agosto a Beaulieu- sur-Mer. Gianni era a un ballo alla Leonina, la proprieta del finanziere, banchiere e avvocato ungherese Arpad Plesch, che prendeva il nome dai due leoni di pietra all’ingresso di uno dei giardini piu belli della Riviera. Pamela era in vacanza.

Come spesso accadeva, l’interesse di Gianni venne attirato da una giovane donna dai capelli scuri, che indossava un abito da cocktail nero con ricami dorati. Anne-Marie d’Estainville, questo era il suo nome, aveva ventun anni – secondo alcuni racconti, solo diciotto – e apparteneva a una ricca famiglia francese, che possedeva una casa a Cap Martin. Anne-Marie aveva gia conosciuto un altro attraente italiano che come lei quell’estate passava da una festa all’altra, ma Gianni, che aveva la fama del playboy, era decisamente piu interessante. Era curiosa. Chissa se davvero era affascinante come dicevano tutti?

Le basto incrociarne lo sguardo e lui le si avvicino, commentando la splendida vista. La notte d’estate comincio a tessere la propria malia. Dopo gli usuali convenevoli, una frase di Anne-Marie cambio per sempre il corso della serata. «Ho sentito che hai comprato la Leopolda.»

«Sei molto ben informata» replico lui. «E il posto perfetto per stare con gli amici.»

«Mi piacerebbe molto vederla» disse Anne-Marie, guardandolo dritto negli occhi e poi abbassando lo sguardo per non sembrare troppo audace.

Cogliendo al volo l’opportunita, Gianni le propose di andarci subito, e saliti in macchina si allontanarono a gran velocita. Poco dopo erano sulla terrazza, con le luci della baia di Villefranche-sur-Mer che brillavano ai loro piedi. Ma aver portato Anne-Marie alla Lepolda fu il primo degli errori che Gianni commise quella sera.

Gianni pensava che Pamela fosse ancora in vacanza in Normandia con Winston, invece era tornata in Riviera e le era stato detto che Gianni era a Torino. Era uscita tranquillamente a cena con degli amici, ma rientrando, poco dopo mezzanotte, aveva trovato Gianni a letto con la giovane Anne-Marie.

I tradimenti di lui avevano gia da tempo logorato la relazione, ma non aveva mai portato a casa le sue conquiste. Vederlo nel loro letto con un’altra donna la turbo profondamente e Pamela si scaglio contro la giovane. Gianni intervenne e ricevette uno schiaffo in pieno viso. Non si scompose: la cosa piu urgente era riportare a casa Anne-Marie. Disse a Pamela che avrebbero potuto discutere della faccenda al suo ritorno. La donna prese un sonnifero e pianse fino a addormentarsi.

Gianni, che non sembrava turbato, torno alla Leonina con Anne-Marie, per recuperare la borsa che lei aveva scordato nella fretta. Entro in casa a cercarla e quando usci, mezz’ora dopo, era scarmigliato con la cravatta slacciata. Sali sulla station wagon, afferro il volante e premette sull’acceleratore. La macchina usci dal cancello sbandando sulla ghiaia e Anne- Marie si rese conto di essere in pericolo. «Per amor del cielo! Vai troppo veloce!» urlo, inutilmente.

Tempo dopo, Gianni avrebbe ammesso che chiunque sia sveglio dopo le quattro del mattino probabilmente ha bevuto troppo, ma secondo alcune voci non era solo ubriaco, bensi anche sotto l’effetto della cocaina. Qualunque cosa avesse fatto, gli sarebbe costata cara. Pochi secondi dopo aver imboccato la litoranea che portava a Monaco, Anne-Marie grido e si copri gli occhi. Si senti lo stridere dei freni e il suono spaventoso delle lamiere che si accartocciavano.

Alle 4.15 del mattino, mentre usciva dalla curva, Gianni perse il controllo dell’auto e ando a schiantarsi contro il furgone di un macellaio impegnato in una consegna.

Gianni era abbandonato contro il volante, privo di sensi, con una gamba straziata e il sangue che gli scorreva sul viso. Anne-Marie riusci a uscire dall’auto distrutta e fermo una macchina che passava. Per sua fortuna era quella di un altro amico che tornava dalla festa e la accompagno a casa. La giovane scivolo nel letto all’alba e non racconto a nessuno della famiglia cosa fosse accaduto.

Nel cuore della notte, Pamela venne svegliata da una telefonata: Gianni, gravemente ferito, era stato portato all’ospedale di Nizza. Quando arrivo stava entrando in sala operatoria, aveva sangue rappreso sul volto e la mascella e la gamba destra a pezzi. Pamela avviso i medici che, stando alle tracce che aveva visto sul comodino, Gianni aveva assunto cocaina, percio venne operato in anestesia locale.

L’operazione pero non ebbe il successo sperato e Gianni venne trasportato a Firenze, con il capo sul grembo di Pamela per l’intera durata del viaggio. Qui lo operarono di nuovo, rimuovendo tessuti cancrenosi, e suggerirono l’amputazione della gamba. Gianni rifiuto, per il resto della vita avrebbe avuto una leggera zoppia.

A quel punto, anche la sua vita privata si fece complicata. In ospedale, Pamela e le sorelle Agnelli si incontravano spesso ed era chiaro che loro la disapprovavano. D’altra parte, non l’avevano mai ricevuta formalmente, nel corso della sua relazione con il fratello, al contrario della famiglia di lei che lo aveva accolto nella proprieta di Minterne Magna.

Il divorzio di Pamela era divenuto effettivo e non ci sarebbero stati ostacoli a impedire il matrimonio, ma nessuna delle due famiglie era favorevole. Quando Marella rimase incinta, la relazione di Gianni e Pamela si chiuse, anche se continuarono a sentirsi e vedersi dopo il matrimonio. Pamela sapeva a cosa andava incontro Marella.

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Se il gradevole Umberto era il classico giovane equilibrato, l’altro fratello, Giorgio, era un problema da anni e andava peggiorando. Aveva gli occhi azzurri e le lentiggini ed era il piu alto di tutti, e somigliava a Virginia, che aveva sempre avuto per lui una particolare tenerezza. La morte della madre, avvenuta quando lui aveva sedici anni, lo aveva profondamente destabilizzato e il giovane faticava a trovare il proprio posto tra i sei vivaci fratelli. Soffriva per le canzonature sferzanti di Gianni, come racconto la ex fidanzata di lunga data, la poetessa Marta Vio.

Nel 1951, Giorgio aveva abbandonato a meta il corso di laurea a Harvard e aveva cominciato una drammatica discesa nella malattia mentale, probabilmente aggravata dalla sperimentazione di droghe psichedeliche. Senza genitori ad aiutarli e consigliarli, i sei fratelli dovettero trovarsi in grosse difficolta in una situazione del genere, soprattutto dopo l’incidente avvenuto verso la fine della relazione di Gianni con Pamela Churchill, quando Giorgio sparo alla donna, mancandola di poco.

Pamela fu rapida a chinarsi e la pallottola ando a conficcarsi nella porta, evitando una tragedia e uno scandalo internazionale. Gianni e Susanna decisero di far ricoverare il fratello in una struttura psichiatrica in Svizzera, vicino a Rolle, secondo un biografo, quando Giorgio aveva ventiquattro anni, quindi poco dopo il matrimonio di Gianni e Marella.

La famiglia ha sempre preferito non parlare della vita breve e tragica di Giorgio ne della malattia, che sembra essere stata una forma di schizofrenia. Nelle proprie memorie, Susanna parla lungamente di Galeazzo Ciano ma non cita mai il fratello Giorgio.

«Non stava bene. Era ricoverato in una clinica. Era nevrotico, soffriva di un disturbo nervoso. Una volta qualcuno ha detto o scritto che aveva tentato di uccidermi. Non e vero» spiego Gianni nel 1996.

Non e sorprendente, questa rimozione della figura di Giorgio; negli anni Cinquanta la malattia mentale non era ancora stata ampiamente studiata e compresa ed era accompagnata da un fortissimo stigma sociale. Al tempo, le possibilita terapeutiche per il giovane, nel caso fosse stato davvero schizofrenico, avrebbero incluso la psicoterapia e il coma insulinico; fino agli anni Settanta i pazienti venivano ancora sottoposti a procedimenti di lobotomia. I primi antipsicotici vennero messi in commercio negli Stati Uniti negli anni Cinquanta, troppo tardi per aiutare Giorgio.

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