#italian seashores

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Calabria, Italy

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Cefalù, Sicily, Italy

[postcard-from-the-past]

Seashore promenade in Abbazia, modern-day Opatija, Croatia

Italian vintage postcard

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Tropea - city in Calabria Italy - the view looking out on the Mediterranean Sea

[disorder-alice]

Beach day

[hermetiqa]

When will you meet your future spouse?

Reminder: it doesn't matter if you saw this reading a day or a week or a month or a year after posting this. My readings are timeless. You'll see this when you're meant to see this and receive your message.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath before picking a pile. If you feel drawn to more than one pile, it's alright, you may take the piles that you're drawn to. What's important is to take it how it resonates and leave what doesn't.

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MASTERLIST | PLEASE HELP IF YOU CAN

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Pile 1

Hello, Pile 1! I feel like you'll meet your future spouse when you prefer to be alone and be away from all the people you already know. You might think of going to some camp alone and when you're getting together in the camp, you might have come up with the idea of using a different name when you introduce yourself because you intend not to share who you truly are. You might think of the names Ella, Lily, Alisha, Cindy, Helena. The spelling of the names doesn't matter, any alternative spellings or name variations could be in your mind too. You might even use an odd name, like a name known to be masculine such as Alex and George. There's a TikToker who keeps popping in my head right now, the one who has a Chloe Paddington bags and named her bags. You might have had this camp and name idea from her. I can see that your future spouse might be the one who would approach you first and start the conversation, and they really have a strong masculine energy here while you're the feminine one. I'm also getting an intuitive energy from you and you might have a feeling that you feel like you've known each other for a long time, even if it was really your first time meeting each other. You might be a fire sign and they could be a water sign, but you're quite compatible. It seems like you could have each other's sun in one's moon and/or ascendant.

Signs: dark/black hair, curly hair, brown eyes, dark/light academia fashion style, white loose button-down shirt, latino/a looks, speaks spanish and italian, campfire, marshmallows, trees, beach, seashore, lowtide, collecting seashells

Pile 2

Hello, Pile 2! As for you, I'm seeing a picnic that involves books and paintings. 01:01 on the clock right now. You might think of reading a book or doing a painting, specifically watercolor or oil painting, in the afternoon. You might do this alone in a park or somewhere that has a pond. To be more detailed, I'm getting that you might read a book in a park and would prefer to paint some place that has a pond with koi fish or water lilies so you can paint them. I'm getting the seasons spring and summer too. You could be an introvert and you often go to your comfort places to breathe and rewind. And your future spouse would notice you visiting the same place oftentimes. They could observe you for a while before approaching you as well. And I feel like they might ask you if they could join you to read a book or paint something. You might even exchange books and paintings. You might annotate each other's books and paint each other's paintings (you know the thing where you both paint something on your canvas and you exchange each other's unfinished paintings and add something, and so on).

Signs: dark/brunette hair, curly hair, blue eyes, strong jawline, downtown/retro fashion, long white skirts, baggy shirts, leather bag, doc martens, the secret history, if we were villains, ophelia, the lumineers, (curtain) bangs, wavy hair, booktok

Pile 3

Hello, Pile 3! I feel like you'll meet yours when you're doing some charity event or donating something. It could be related to dogs and/or cats, so you could be pet lovers. This might be an all-of-a-sudden decision because the charity/donation wasn't planned that much but I'm getting that you might meet there. You might organize the charity or help them organize and they'll help too, and you might do most of the work together. I'm also getting that this is when you're trying to become a better person and finally end your toxic habits. I feel like you have feminine energy but to other people, you show your masculine energy. You might think of getting something to eat together at lunch when you work together after a charity event, and this is when you'll start to know each other. You'll be interested in each other's interests and might think that you're compatible, and might suit each other. You'll be really fond of each other for a while which will lead you to some dates and hanging out a lot. I feel like you'll both reciprocate each other's wants and needs in this connection, especially with all the adjustments at first, but you'll be close friends even while you're dating, you might be comfortable to be around each other as if you're best friends.

Signs: blonde, blue/green eyes, wavy hair, daisies/flowers on hair, blue shorts, white and blue shirt, band shirts, casual fashion, flexible, gymnastics and ballet (during childhood), waffles, hotdogs, pizzas, medium hair length, straight hair, brown hair highlights, summer

[melancholicstation]

The Socially Active Secretary: Chapter Four

pairing: robert francis kennedy female ❤︎ original character charlotte agapov (secretary!reader)

bobby and charlotte have a freak off olympic contest

synopsis: charlotte agapov, a divorcee whom recently moved back to the states after a disastrous lovers quarrel, assumes the secretarial position to the most important man in America, but it is not he who has captured her attention, no. instead, it's his meek younger brother, the runt of the kennedy pack, bobby francis kennedy.

[ 1917 words ]

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chapter one, two, three

masterlist, charlotte moodboard, rfk moodboard

Chapter Four

May 3rd, 1962

The walk home was long in its silence but not all that uncomfortable. That, for Charlotte was a gold-star achievement. Ever since she was a young girl Charlotte had always felt out of step with her peers socially, though she had her fair share of confidantes and lover entanglements she had always felt a need to perform and study polite social cues whenever faced with interactions. But with him, with Bobby, things felt different. Not completely divergent but it gave her a sense of hope.

On the way home Charlotte noted to Bobby that she had only visited the cape a few times on occasion being that her family was typically more urban-inclined. To which he went on to point out his personal sights across the journey back to the cape residence; the national seashore, shining sea bikeway, and the Hyannis main street.

Though he had been relatively caging about the specifics of his upbringing, Charlotte had gleamed two things: that they were incredibly wealthy, and were incredibly Irish-catholic.

And the only Irish-catholic family that Charlotte could really think of were the Kennedy's--with their eldest son being the most powerful man in the western-hemisphere John Fitzgerald Kennedy the 35th president of the United States.

To be clear, Charlotte, a woman who had spent the better half of her life in an english chateau hadn't particularly been up to date on the ever embedding current that was the states political system. What Charlotte did know is that Jack was equally dreamy as he was a skirt-chaser. To be quite frank, Charlotte couldn't even tell you the first or last names of any of Kennedy's senior cabinet.

While aligning the damning connections between the family Bobby had spoken about with a reverence one only observes in the pews of an Italian church, and the family known for running amuck in white cotton t-shirts, not paying their debts at local restaurants, and having the united states president as their family member, Charlotte observed Bobby.

Oh well that can simply not be! Charlotte thought.

Though she had never met the ambitious young man in person, she would've expected a relative of his to carry the same gravitas and vigour that almost seeped out of the edges of the newspaper columns, mixing in with the black ink.

Bobby, as he was observed by Charlotte was nothing of what the media would mythologise a Kennedy man to be. If he was one at all. Bobby's image as it was presented to her; a man dressed in a ribbed cardigan, and wool lapel jacket who always spoke in a doughy, restrained tone and felt, at least to Charlotte, entirely towards the feminine gender. This image was so incongruous to the leanings of a Kennedy-man, that Charlotte dismissed the thought of Bobby even being related to the president or his laundry list of brother's and sister's

Just as she had decided this, she realised that she had completely zoned out of Bobby's monologue. In effort to make reparations for her impoliteness, Charlotte zoned back in, providing light commentary to his words and following his line of sight wherever it strayed.

This continued all the way to the front gate, up the wooden steps, and arrived at its timid conclusion at the front door. As she reached for the set of keys her Aunt had loaned her, Bobby surveyed the perimeter of the landscape of the home, careful to not stray too far in fear of looking too eager. Finally the keys made their presence known to Charlotte, and both entered through the door.

The doorway separated itself into three distinct pathways; the middle leading to the main living space, the left leading to Charlotte's temporary bunk, and the right leading to her Aunt's master suite.

Charlotte politely excused herself to the left hallway, but not before encouraging bobby to sit in the living room, assuring that she'd be back in a minute. Charlotte watched as Bobby politely complied, placing himself delicately on the arm of a linen couch settee, that her Aunt claimed was a gift from a Saudi business man she'd met in the 40s.

Though Charlotte hoped that, from Bobby's perspective at least, that she looked like the object of sereneness. She was anything but. As Charlotte entered her bunk, she manically started to hide all evidence of embarrassingly adolescent messy room; strewn bra's that were discoloured from age, old magazines, and a book-set of erotic poetry that she'd been gifted at a gag Christmas party. Not that she expected Bobby to ever come to her room, let alone her bed, Charlotte wanted to be prepared.

Charlotte had always felt carnally repressed as a teenage, entirely separated from her true desires, and that suppression had somehow followed her into Charlotte's late 20s. So much so that Hugo would tell you it held a pivotal role in the disillusionment of their marriage. Often after acts of passion, she would feel immense guilt and disgust towards herself, neither Charlotte nor Hugo could seem to agree on whether it was her strict catholic faith or some other aliment that was causing this shame.

Charlotte wondered that, through the cleaning of her bedroom, it was the physical manifestation of her personal desires towards bobby, impulses that she had found herself unable to tap into from girlhood.

Once the impromptu clean up ended, Charlotte fixed her hair, licked her lips, and rolled back her shoulders, stepping back into the walkway.

During her absence Bobby's had made himself quite at home. Observing the decor, with the soles of his leather loafers resting on the mahogany side table. But it was one item however that caught the 37 year olds attention. A open newspaper with a heading that read in big black bolded letters: Will the Cuba defeat of America troops haunt the rest of the Kennedy administration? America ways in.

Bobby acted as though he had been shot, these fews days in the cape had been designed for him to blow some steam off, steam which had been collected by the gruelling job of being his brother's keeper, oh and also the attorney general of the United States of America.

The newspaper being so carelessly laid out in the living room suggested to Bobby, that Charlotte at least had to have some indication of his brother, being that he is the president. Which is, by definition, not a job that flys under the radar of most Americans. But the way she spoke to him gave zero symptom that she knew of bobby's true relation to the most powerful man in the whole of America.

As quickly as she left Charlotte returned, forcing Bobby out of his mind and into a conversation. Charlotte eyes the newspaper and casually picks it up, rolling the edges to gain a better hold.

"God what a pickle he's got himself in huh!", Charlotte laughs breathlessly

"I mean to embarrasses yourself on a world stage has got to sting quite a bit, don't it?" Charlotte adds in a sympathetic yet ribbing manner.

"Well I don't know about embarrassing more like y-know, I suppose it's more of a learning curve than anything else." Bobby adds, clearly getting defensive. An emotion that she had get to gleam from the man so far.

"Oh come on you can't really believe that!" Charlotte urges, placing a soft hand on his fore arm, to try to further her point. "He ought to hold some shame at least, not bucket loads but a safe heaping would do him some good. At least that's what I would propose."

Bobby chuckles, rolls in his eyes, and fudges with the collar of his shirt.

"Oh come on, I like him as much as any other girl in these parts, but you've gotta admit that Cuba was a severe misstep on his part. Or are you a member of one of those fanatical jack Kennedy boy clubs?" Charlotte jovially questions.

Bobby sighs, "Worse, I'm his brother."

The world goes silent for a few moments. All of the sudden the subtle creak of the floorboards, and the distant chirps of terns scouring the coastline for prey could be heard, and made its presence loud.

There Bobby braced himself for two situations; one which would turn Charlotte into a fanatic social climber now equipped with the knowledge of his relation to the Kennedys or send her for the hills.

Yet, neither came to pass. Instead Charlotte looked shocked for a brief moment, but regained her composure not a moments later.

Charlotte simply bashfully smiled, adding that "Well now I'm the fool bagging off the president to his brother, do forgive me for that indiscretion, Bobby. It's nothing personal to you or your brother I swear."

To which Bobby quickly adds, "As am I. I'm frequently told, even by Jack himself, that I get far too protective, ruthless even. I do apologise that I hadn't told you sooner, I just assumed you knew. The president's family is not normally so incognito"

"Yes, not normally so but you see for the better half of your's brother's inauguration and presidency I was living in London. Much to your dismay, I report that there's not much coverage on the likes of Jack Kennedy in Mayfair, London." She murmured.

"Well that certainly explains it now doesn't it?" Bobby says in a trademark Boston accent, so strong that she felt utterly stupid for failing to connect the dots of his connection to the most popular family in all of Massachusetts.

"You're not turned off by my reluctance to the truth?" the thirty-seven year old man says in a tone that much reflects that off an insecure little boy.

"It's just that once I tell y-know a girl about who my family is, most no short of salivate at the opportunity to speak with jack, and quickly forget about me and I just-"

"Bobby you must know that you don't have to explain this to me, I understand it implicitly. Not about the having a president for a brother part but the weight of feeling not enough I do, deeply so." She murmurs, in a voice respective of the intimacy of the conversation at hand.

"Well that's great to now Charlotte" Bobby says with a clipped smile, it is only then that the pair realise how close they have gotten. So close in fact that the man could recognise the black that Charlotte had coated her eyelashes with that afternoon. Almost acting completely of itself, his hand gently arrives to cup the cheek of the woman.

Charlotte freezes yet finds her self nudging his body closer by her face, until their lips are parallel with each other. The pair held unsaid whispers of need within their eyes, as Bobby spoke up in what had seemed to be a period of silence to ask a simple question, "May I?"

Hugo never asked that, always with demanding hands and spoken in a tone that reminded Charlotte that he hadn't come into contact with the word "no" very much.

In light of that, Charlotte began to smile to herself and strongly began to nod, almost childlike in her excitement.

Slowly Charlotte and Bobby lips met as one, a perfect current of ebbing and flowing; like two oceans completely complicit in each other's happiness. And with that caused a descent of the pair into the couch cushions so gentle, you'd think it was choreographed by the New York ballet themselves ...

End of Chapter Four.

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Scilla, Calabria, Italy

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Una terrazza sul mare della Calabria

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 9

Camera time!!!

Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Schnucki (German) Sweetie but doesn’t have an exact translation

Devin: Here we are! Pirates of the Aegean 1

Rudolphus: Have they still not settled on a title

Devin: If they have it wasn’t on my latest script

Rudolphus: Come on, best get to make up, it’s going to be a big one

Devin: What do you mean

Rudolphus: *chuckles* I’m not going to ruin the surprise

Devin heads in, drafting up a quick simstagram post using film emojis followed by a pirate flag. Her followers know she’s doing a film that involves pirates but they’ve been able to keep the plot under wraps. Hopefully people can be surprised in the theatre.

Rudolphus: Now make sure you hold still

Devin: When do I not hold still

Rudolphus: Anytime your phone buzzes

Devin: I promise, I’ll be a statue

Rudolphus: Good because these scars are finicky

Devin goes to respond but Rudolphus shushes her. There’s nothing to do but sit still and let him work his magic. When he finishes he steps back and smiles

Rudolphus: Perfect if I do say so myself. Now where did they put that wig

Devin looks in the mirror as he moves away and is amazed at how he’s blended the scars into the rest of her make up, making her look like she has indeed been in swordfights before. When Rudolphus is finished she thanks him and heads to wardrobe.

Emily: Woah, were you attacked by a dire chinchilla

Devin: Nope, looks convincing right

Emily: Maybe but they wouldn’t be able to sell it without my costume. Come, you know the drill

Devin stands on the podium and hold still while Emily rechecks all her measurements and confirms the costume will still fit. Then it’s off with the sunglasses and on with the dress

Devin: I like this, the corset is cute

Emily: It’s a waspie

Devin: Oh okay, waspie. Selfie for luck?

Emily: You are incorrigible

Heading out Devin spots a familiar face milling amongst the actors, her friend and ZBB director Norah.

Devin: Norah! What ae you doing here? I thought you’d be busy penning next season

Norah: Devin darling! I’m already finished, the scripts are at the printers, you should get yours tomorrow. For now, focus on this. Levi may be directing but I’m going to be in the editing suite

Devin: So keep up standards, got it

As Norah hustles off to check in with some producers Devin and Tadelech take a final chance to run their lines. Accents check, we’re good to go!

Looking around Devin spots Levi in his normal spot, the directors chair.

Devin: Do we actually have a title

Levi: Still workshopping. I’m thinking Pirates of the Aegean: Treasures of Aarbyville. Let them know right from the off we have plans for sequels

Devin: I can’t lie, a regular movie would be great

Levi: For all of us. Go up there and give it your best

Devin: Sir yes sir!

Levi: Remember, you’re the captain!

Finding her way on to the stage Devin wonders whose idea it was to shoot in fake rain. Why couldn’t it just be added in post? Nevermind, no time to worry, get in character. Captain Jane Swallow, in charge of the Dire Chinchilla, pirate extraordinaire.

Devin finishes her vocal warm ups just as Tadelech gets in position. Time to rock and roll!

ACTION

Devin: Biggs, me loyal first mate, where’s the rum

Tadelech: No rum captain

Devin: Why is the rum gone? Nevermind, we don’t need it

Tadelech: Captain?

Devin: Come, let us toast to new adventures

Tadelech: With what captain?

Devin: We have goat’s milk here do we not? To the crew of the Dire Chinchilla

Tadelech: To the-

Devin: Wait, cannon fire!

CUT

Devin takes another quick selfie, she is loving this hat!

Devin: She sells seashells by the seashore

Tadelech: Splish, splash, splosh went the dog in the wash

ACTION

Devin: Biggs! Why are you not at your post

Tadelech: The place for a first mate is by her captain’s side

Devin: I have to tell you Biggs, there’s no guarantee we will survive this

Tadelech: I have yet to see Captain Jane Swallow fail

Devin: This is not the time to flirt

Tadelech: But if I don’t say it now-

Devin: We will get through this, I’ll make sure

Tadelech: There’s the captain I love

Devin dips Tadelech into a kiss and congratulates herself on not dropping the taller woman.

CUT

Devin: Nailed it

Tadelech: I hope so. This rain is not doing my hair any favours

Devin makes her way to the wheel and checks how easily it turns to get an idea of how to make it look realistic.

ACTION

Devin throws herself into the scene. It’s always strange doing a scene without a partner, just you alone to sell it. Luckily behind the camera Levi is yelling instructions of where to look and how to look. Before long Devin feels like her movements have become more natural and she has fun with it visualising holding the ship steady in turbulent waters.

CUT

Devin: Mina, you look…

Mina: How did they wear these wigs honestly

ACTION

Devin: I know this is not the trip you booked, but you are not who you pretended to be

Mina: I – of course I am! I… I forgot my line

The pair burst into giggles.

Levi: CUT! Focus actors, focus!

Mina: *through laughter* sorry Levi

Levi: *sighs* let’s do the fight scene, maybe that will clear up the giggles

Devin: *giggling* Yep, yep. Deep breath, focus

ACTION

Mina and Devin perform the perfectly chorepgraphed fight without any hiccups or giggles. Filming continues but when Levi shouts the final CUT the cast and crew feel like they’re given a star performance.

Devin returns home with her surprise, costumes! She convinced Emily to let her have some original test outfits that were ultimately abandoned, and she picked up some stuff for the toddlers to. While the grown ups get to be pirates Alfred is a crocodile and Rilian is a sea monster. The lounge is full of laughter and chaos as the pirates try to move from couch to couch, or safe ship to safe ship, without getting eaten by the water creatures. In the end the pirates launch a tickle attack on the toddlers and a tie is declared. As they set up for a photo Luna whispers a thank you to her wife, Devin always seems to have a plan to life her spirits. Next step, dinner.

Devin: We have classic Italian Meatballs for your eating pleasure tonight

Alfred: YAY

Luna: Rilian, you’re going to eat them aren’t you

Rilian sticks his tongue out and Joey laughs.

Devin: Come on caro, I made them extra excellent. Try a bite

Rilian: Hmm, Mama help me eat?

Devin: You can pick up your food but how about I sit beside and help cut

Rilian nods and the family sit down. Things are quiet for a while as they all eat but before long the grown ups are catching up on each others days and the toddlers are saying nonsense to each other.

Joey: And that’s when I said- Rilian I saw that

All eyes turn to the youngest toddler who is shifting nervously in his seat. He doesn’t seem keen to talk. Luna and Devin look around for what happened.

Joey: Don’t you want to say what happened

Rilian shakes his head but it’s too late, Luna has spotted the problem.

Luna: Schnucki, did you push some of your dinner on the floor

Rilian: NO

Devin: It got on the floor all by itself

Rilian: *blubbering* Not me

Luna: Rilian, your Mama worked hard to make dinner. We don’t just toss excellent food on the floor

Rilian continues to pout but doesn’t offer any explanation.

Devin: Bedtime I think

The women get the toddlers out of their seats but their moods don’t improve on the ground.

Luna: Did you two have naps today

Alfred: No Mummy, daycare was busy

The grown ups sigh collectively.

Devin: So we’ve been awake for 14 hours without naps, brilliant

Rilian: Mama help me potty?

Devin: I guess I shouldn’t push for please in these conditions

Luna: *scooping up Alfred* nope, they won’t take it in

Devin: Come bambinos, potty then bed

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[airitree]

Some haunting journey beyond that seashore!

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[I wanted to change asphodel's armor to fit a late fourteenth century English look, and not an Italian one, since it fit the general setting more so]

[calabria-mediterranea]

Tropea, Calabria, Italy

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[itsana004]

10, 12, and 14 for Droite for the meme!

Ahhh thank you so much for the ask 💞💞💞

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Oh gosh definitely not, it's like asking if celebrities could be best friends with their fans and I would be that fan worshiping her and having fan pages dedicated to her so definitely not

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Oh my gosh I actually have a lot hehe

1-One headcanon I have is I think she has a really cute sneeze no matter in what situation, she can't control it and the worst part is it's not expected of her since she's serious most of the time, so she tries not to sneeze in front of people whom she doesn't want to look at her differently, especially enemies, but terribly fails in front of long-term friends and people she sees and visits often like Gauche, Haruto and Kaito.

2-I personally do not believe she's from Spartan City and the idea Mr. Heartland travelled that far from Heartland City to Italy to pick up orphaned children, and Gauche himself says the city they were born in was “terrible” and did not mention Spartan City by name. Even looking at the flashback, just looking at the surroundings it feels the buildings are a bit modernised, more like the outskirts of Heartland City. Gauche and Droite probably travelled to Spartan City due to the Championships being held there and they just travel around living in hotels and don't have a permanent home yet except Heartland City, but I really like the idea of her and Gauche sharing some Italian ancestry and connections to that place I just like the idea of them being Italian since I grew up in Italy. I like to imagine Droite's innate Italian spirit being stereotypically Italian that hates food crimes such as pineapple and fruits on pizza or ruining pasta, she's very defensive of that and even more so after staying in Spartan City in those couple of months. Never show her a Hawaiian pizza ever or she’ll get crazier than how Chris is when he teaches dueling. Haruto found out the hard way and he will never ruin pasta in front of an Italian ever again.

3-Droite is good at many things, but drawing is not one of them. As an orphan who was living in the streets she never really got the practice as a child, and once she was picked up by Mr. Heartland, art wasn't really a big focus in her studies, especially during training. She's insecure about that especially in front of people like Kaito where he needs to make detailed geometry and references in order to build something, she's bad at anything that requires art, whether it is a flower or an architecture. She tries to hide that though.

4-Just as drawing, she's really bad at whistling, she can't whistle for her life, just imagine Haruto trying to teach Droite how to whistle the same he learned from his brother so adorableee 😭💞

5-Droite is incredibly good at board games like chess or Go, she's good at any game that requires and tests one’s ability to think critically and defeat the opponent completely unnoticed, it's just one of those fields where she's almost unbeatable. She's so good that it rivals Chris. She has incredible muscle memory compared to the average and can play chess while blindfolded.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I think she's a Chic Modernist

with the colour scheme of Barbiecore with the pink, grey, purple and white combination 

I would absolutely love her to wear darker colours since her normal outing dress is too much pink for my taste, she would kill it in black the ones with nets, and outfits with corset!!!

She already wears a huge belt in canon which kind of acts as a corset

I can also imagine her having a light textile dress like this one

in an open field filled with flowers and butterflies near a seashore - this is not too far of as the first one is the same as her regular outing fit if you remove this

And the second photo is similar to her nightgown

I think for Droite the animators wanted to fit her dress to match the colour scheme of her hair but I think she would rock so many other colours than pink, grey, white and purple/violet combination.

[amymbona]

As a person whose parents were born in the Soviet Union, I can’t say that I haven’t watched the film “The Incredible Adventures of Italians in Russia".

Honestly, this's an excellent film and I'm ready to watch it endlessly. But let me get to the topic anyway. Previously, the "Overture" soundtrack by Carlo Rustichelli was just a soundtrack, but now it is a song associated with Arthur.

Even though the song in the film immerses us in Italy and the history of Italians hungry for money and treasures (btw, only when I was talking about it now, I realized that this's exactly why these two films are similar) can't help, but think about Arthur and beautiful Italian views. Y'know, like a walk along the seashore in an embrace or the celebration of La Befana at the beginning of the film. Yes! This song would¹ be perfect for this scene.

And what do you think? Am I crazy or does someone else think so too?

Every time I set my eyes on Arthur or watch any clip from La chimera, I am instantly reminded of Belmondo or Louis de Funes movies, only a cheaper and more miserable version. I'm not really too skilled in the field of italian movies but I know french movies like the back of my hand. And that song you sent really reminded me of Fantomas or the Troops of Saint Tropez.

If I had to make a connection with some piece from italian culture, I'd say the vibe is pretty close to Two Women from Alberto Moravia (or the movie directed by Vitzorio de Sica), only that there are no topics close to those explored in the book. But like, the vibe? It's sort of tragic, old and italian, that's literally what La chimera feels like.

Also, I was thinking that Exit music for a film and The great gig in the sky would really fit Arthur, maybe in a more miserable alternativne scenario. He just screams tragedy and the more miserable the surroundings are, the more it fits him.

[androgynealienfemme]

"Not all my concerns, however, were earth shattering. For one thing, I was curious about the appearance of my vagina. I'd never seen one- and now I had my own. In fact, I had a brand-new one! I'd bought the darn thing sight unseen. I wanted to see exactly what it looked like.

The day after surgery, I asked for a hand mirror and tenderly positioned myself for my first peek at a vagina.

"Good God!" I shrieked, "what have they done to me? This looks like something you'd hang in your smokehouse... after a hog killing."

I'd never seen anything so gross. It was swollen, red, and wrinkled. The wrinkles looked at though they'd been left behind... deliberately. This thing needed to be ironed. Over eleven hours of surgery, pure agony as an aftermath, and I had to be left with a wrinkled vagina? Swelling was expected. I might even accepted that it would look a bit beat-up and trampled-on - but not like this! This was a disaster! This was no little pink rosebud! This was no delicate scalloped shell from the seashore. This was a red, wrinkled Venus fly-trap! I started to cry, which only made matters worse.

Mother rang for the nurse. "You're perfectly normal," they both assured me. "That's how you're supposed to look." Who did they think they were fooling? I was having none of it. "Like this?" I keened. I'd seen my share of nude female statutory. I hadn't been totally lacking in pubescent curiosity. I even had a fair idea of a vagina's function. This wrinkled thing wasn't going to make it on any countenance. I wanted a neat little split. Something that would translate well in Italian marble, or perhaps, alabaster. I wanted something aesthetically pleasing. This thing had folds! I was suddenly reminded of that unattractive rear view as I herded home the cows.

I was truly upset. "We'll show you," my mother volunteered.

My mother and Westlake Clinic's charge nurse both lifted their skirts, presenting me a view of not one but two naturally born vaginas. By golly, they did have folds. There were four outer labial folds on each vagina. Satisfied that I was normal, I drifted off to sleep."

“The Woman I Was Not Born To Be” by Aleshia Brevard (2001)

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Otherwordly Prompts, Part 2

Compiled from http://other-wordly.tumblr.com

Balter (Middle English) - (v.) to dance artlessly, without particular grave or skill but usually with enjoyment.

Palinoia (Greek) - (n.) The obsessive repetition of an act until it is perfect or mastered.

Nefelibata (Spanish) - (n.) lit. “Cloud-walker”; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art.

Nemophilist (English, origin Greek) - (n.) a haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude.

Meliorism (English, origin Latin) - (n.) the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world. 

Asterismos (English, Greek) - (n.) “marking with stars”; a word that gives weight or draws attention to the words that follow; related to asterism, a constellation or a starlike figure of light. 

Kintsukuroi (Japanese) - (n.) “to repair with gold;” the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

Annus mirabilis (Latin) - (n.) a remarkable or notable year in history; a year of wonders or miracles, used to speak hopefully of the future.

Volta (Greek) - (n.) A leisurely stroll along the main street or the seashore as the sun is setting, to meet and talk with friends and neighbors. 

Gibigianna (Italian) - The play of light reflected from water or a mirror; a sunlit area; figuratively, a woman who flaunts her charm or who wishes to dazzle you with her elegance. 

Ostranenie (English, Russian) - (n.) Encouraging people to see common things as strange, wild, or unfamiliar; defamiliarizing what is known in order to know it differently or more deeply. 

Sobremesa (Spanish) - (n.) The time spent around the table after lunch or dinner, talking to the people you shared the meal with; time to digest and savor both food and friendship. 

Aswium (Korean) - (n.) The mingled feeling of disappointment, frustration, and regret that results from an unsatisfactory situation. 

Torpe (Tagalog) - (n.) A man who is desperately in love with a woman, but cannot admit his feelings or approach her.

Brumous (English, origin French) - (adj.) Of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog; relating to winter or cold, sunless weather.

Erlebnisse (German) - (n.) The experiences, positive or negative, that we feel most deeply, and through which we truly live; not mere experiences, but Experiences. 

Mbuki-mvuki (Bantu) - (v.) To shed one’s clothing spontaneously and dance naked in joy.

Smultronställe (Swedish) - (n.) lit. “Place of wild strawberries”; a special place discovered, treasured, restored to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness. 

Vorfreude (German) - (n.) the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures. 

Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi) - (n.) Nature out of balance; a way of life so unbalanced that you need a new way.

Fuubutsushi (Japanese) - (n.) The things — feelings, scents, images — that evoke memories or anticipation of a particular season. 

Koi no yoke (Japanese) - (n.) - The sense one has upon meeting another person that they will fall in love.

Karoshi (Japanese) - (n.) Death from being overworked. 

Metanoia (English, origin Greek) - (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life.

Oniochalasia (English) - (n.) buying or shopping as a method of stress relief or relaxation. 

Gotong-Royong (Malay, Indonesian) - (n.) The joint sharing of burdens; the bearing of the weight of the world together with friends.

Dormiveglia (Italian) - (n.) The space that stretches between sleeping and waking.

Nepenthe (English, origin Greek) - (n.) Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.

Naufragio (Italian) - (n.) lit. “Shipwreck”; colloquially, a lousy party.

Caim (Scottish, Gaelic) - (n.) lit. “Sanctuary”; an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times. 

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Episode 145: Creepy Tales of Sirens, Selkies, and Mermaids From Around the Globe Photodump

Image 01: The African water spirit Mami Wata (upper left). From Iran, a Luristan water goddess (upper right). From Indonesia, the Nyai Roro Kidul (lower left). The ancient Syrian goddess of fertility known as Atargatis is said to be the first true mermaid in written record (lower right). Image 02: From Finland, the vetehinen(upper left). From Brazil, the boto of the Amazon River (upper right). In an Italian folktale, Cola Pesce was a human boy until his mother cursed him to become part fish (lower left). Hans Christian Anderson’s Danish fairytale of The Little Mermaid (lower right). Image 03: Selkies! Creatures from Scottish folklore that can be male or female and present themselves as seals most of the time, but after shedding their skin like a coat they take on the visage of a human. Image 04: The Ballad of “the Great Selkie O’suleskerry”, sung on the YouTube Channel Port Celtic Songs. Image 05: A statue of a selkie that’s located on the seashore in the Faroe Isles of Scotland. Image 06: Melusine is depicted as having a serpent or fish's tail and wings. Image 07: Rusalki are water nymphs of Slavic mythology. They were believed to be the ghosts of women who died violent deaths by drowning. Image 08: Sirens as depicted in The Odyssey by Homer. Originally drawn as half-woman, half-bird, these creatures used their enticing singing voices to lure soldiers into dangerous waters. Image 09: a Japanese Ningyo drawing and a creepy monkey fish doll “mermaid” that was being kept in a shrine before being debunked by scientists Image 10: A video called “fish with human face” uploaded to r/interestingasfuck by u/thehimalayanviews, followed by “Crab gets thrown back on boat by siren/mermaid when TikToker throws it off - 2021”