#l'altra dimensione

[midnightanxietytm]

L'altra dimensione

A/N: Måneskin is so Zutara coded (or is it the other way around?) And it made my brain rot intense in ways you can't imagine. Also, i do not know any italian, i'm here for the cool music and for Damiano and Victoria.

Contents/Tags: The Blue Spirit & The Painted Lady being vigilantes in Ba Sing Se. Role Swap AU (aka the water tribes caused the war, more of this AU here and also there.) Introspection. Character analysis, Pre-relationship Zutara. The tension in this one is off the charts.

Word count: 881

"It’s a sight to behold; her dark figure engulfed in moonlight, the white mask of the Painted Lady, delicate as ever, hiding her features and contrasting with her ruthless yet precise moves when fighting."

The second Zuko placed the mask on his face, he felt more at ease, his constantly depleting confidence being boosted all the way up. Zuko might not be able to help those people, but the Blue Spirit was.

His path to the lower ring is relatively easy; he jumps through roofs and balconies, runs through the streets and alleys, and he is free and powerful; no wars, no big plans beyond his years, just helping whoever he can.

E adesso giuro faccio le valigie

Scappo via in un'altra dimensione

Son stanco delle vostre facce grigie

Voglio un mondo rosa, pieno di colore

(And now I swear I'll pack my bags

And escape to another dimension

I'm tired of your grey faces

I want a pink world full of colour)

Tonight, he has company.

He doesn’t see her that often, from what he’s gathered they tend to ‘work’ on different parts of the lower ring. It seems that they both decided to patrol the central market today though.

It’s a sight to behold; her dark figure engulfed in moonlight, the white mask of the Painted Lady, delicate as ever, hiding her features and contrasting with her ruthless yet precise moves when fighting.

The Blue Spirit approached the Painted Lady silently, and she turned to face him; her marbled mask tilting in a silent question. In response, he kneeled on the roof beside her, and dutifully watched the dwindling movement of the market below.

Their silence lasted, but eventually, she bumped her shoulder against his and gestured her head to a corner. He followed and saw what she meant; one of the vendors, a younger woman, was being very intently watched by a man across the street from her. It seemed the woman knew she was being watched, while she closed up her shop she would often glance around, nervous.

His Lady stood up first, the full moon reflection on her mask eerily. He followed suit, and together they ran through the roofs, like true spirits.

Voi comprate amore con le carte Visa

Con le facce intrise sì, ma di sudore

E adesso giuro faccio le valigie

Scappo via dalla dolce Marlena

(You buy love with credit cards

With faces that are drenched, yes, but with sweat

And now I swear I'll pack my bags

And escape from sweet Marlena)

By the time they were ready to separate there were only two or three hours left before sunrise. The Painted Lady stood on the rooftop, right in front of him, and on times like this, Zuko could almost believe she was truly a spirit, and not a mask, but he could see her shoulders moving with each breath she took, he could feel her eyes wondering his figure, just as curious about him as he was about her.

Marlena, Marlena, sì portami a ballare stasera

(Marlena, yes, take me dancing tonight, Marlena)

They were close, if Zuko really focused, he could hear her breathing too. They had done a lot that night; whenever the central market opened, some opportunists would follow suit, so they were busy, their dangerous dance disarming and restraining each one of the dangers that dared impose their domain.

Truly like spirits, yet so far from them, so painfully human; he taught. She slowly raised a hand to his forearm, tilting her head. He kept looking at her ‘face’, even though he felt the sting and the wetness against the cut in his arm.

Amico mio devi essere felice

Perché il nuovo mondo sta per arrivare

E non c'è taglio, non c'è cicatrice

Che questa passione non possa curare

Dio io dalla polvere come fenice

Son risorto ed ho imparato anche a volare

Soltanto perché ho fatto le valigie ed ho baciato la dolce

(My friend, you must be happy since the new world is about to come

And there's no cut, no scar that this passion cannot cure

I, I from the ashes have arisen like a Phoenix, and I even learned to fly

Only because I packed my bags and kissed sweet Marlena)

In seconds, the pain was gone, her hand lingered, cold against his skin, then slid down his arm. He met her hand with his, she squeezed. Underneath the guise of spirits, they hid their identity and yet bared all their feelings, they sang a wordless lyric, and she sang of redemption while he sang of justice.

He could accept her, right there under the full moon, and everything would change.

He squeezed her hand back, then felt it slip from his grasp.

Marlena, Marlena, sì vienimi a parlare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, io ti starò a ascoltare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, insegnami a lottare, ti prego

Marlena, Marlena, sì portami a bailar

(Marlena, yes, come talk to me,Please, Marlena

Marlena, I'll stay listening, Please, Marlena

Marlena, teach me to fight, Please, Marlena

Marlena, yes, take me dancing. )

He slowly turned from her, and he disappeared between the shadows.

Maybe, the Blue Spirit thought, he would see his lady again, under the setting sun this time.

[herwold]

muses of måneskin - Marlena

[shiningwizard]

The Other Dimension (Fabio Salerno, 1992

This might be from inexperience but while the easy route for studios to make horror anthology movies, it seems to me far more difficult for one man show underground types. It's hard enough for some people to come up with one idea let alone 3 or 4.

It's possible, sadly projecting, that this was everything Salerno had in his head and had to get it out in time. It's interesting, sadly projecting again, that each of these sections concern frustrated, abortive tales of broken love and bodies. One of those movies that writes itself through the texture of small gauge film and homemade gore effects. Writes agony. Should i buy a Cort Steinberger headless guitar?)

[achemeanspain]

found some time to draw and did this..¿

[grimst4rs]

and now i swear i'll pack my bags

"ever thought about the possibility of running away?" she asks, and that's all it takes for dorcas to think. to think of a world where just the two of them exist, an universe of the two of them and no one else. "let's pack our bags. let's run away from here." marlene says, grinning like the devil, her eyes twinkling, and that's all it takes for dorcas.

and escape to another dimension

she wondered what life would be, if they never had to fight. if they were to escape, where would they go? what if all that was around them was each other; a desire that ran through dorcas' veins, rich and warm like blood. just the two of them, dorcas and marlene, in a world of their own? the thought consumed dorcas, leaving her hollow.

i'm tired of your grey faces

as time during the war passed, everyone around them dulled. the world became darker, and they had gotten used to death; it was now a normal occurrence. still, it drained them. even the brightest fade away, it seems, and soon, they were nothing but memories and pieces of what they had once been. of bright people like stars. of alive people.

i want a pink world full of colour

as time during the war passed, everything and everyone was becoming colourless, and that way, there was no more joy in the world. hours that melted into days that melted into weeks, then months, then years, they were all a chore to live under a strict schedule that they had to respect. that is, if they wanted to come out of the war alive.

you buy love with credit cards

as time during the war passed, love melted into mistrust, then hatred. it was all around them, people who betrayed people they had once loved in exchange to glory, empty promises in order to buy empty people to win a war that wouldn't amount to anything. love that turned into stillness, nights spent awake together, feeling lonelier than ever.

with faces that are drenched, yes, but with sweat

dorcas missed what they used to have. nights spent awake not fighting for their lives and worrying whether their lover would be back alive, but nights screaming music and staggering from bars of wombourne, because that was where dorcas and marlene's shitty apartment was. their own home, filled with love, filled with death.

and now i swear i'll pack my bags

"let's leave," marlene says, and dorcas wants to take her away, she wants to leave the stupid war behind and make a life for them, a life of not death, but a life of being alive. does that even make sense? neither of them know, but neither of them care, as long as they're together, as long as they're fine. and they would be. they promised.

and escape from sweet marlena

and they find themselves on empty streets of london, the air hot and wet and everything is so loud and, for the first time in forever, dorcas feels at home. their apartment is horrible; the tap is leaking, but it's their nest of love. the first night, they ordered chinese and slept on the couch together, and they loved each other in the other's arms.

marlena, yes, take me dancing tonight, marlena

they're dancing the waltz of death, and they both know it. it'll be so short, their time together, but isn't debauchery before disaster and love before war the way things go? it was to become worse day by day and, sometimes, getting out of bed was hard, knowing that it may as well just could be the last day. but should that stop them from living?

marlena, yes, take me dancing tonight, marlena

they're dancing the waltz of death, and they both know it. with every mission that brings them home barely alive and with every night they spend patching each other up, they know that death is imminent, and they had already made peace with that. they had nothing to lose but each other, and, when they were to go, they would go down in love.

marlena, yes, take me dancing tonight, marlena

they're dancing the waltz of death, and they both know it. they're dancing on shards of glass and their feet are bleeding and, slowly, they're dying. it's almost, almost, imperceptible, but it's happening, and there is no going back now, is there? "we'll die together, neither of us will be alone," marlene whispered, and dorcas believed her.

marlena, yes, take me dancing

they're dancing the waltz of death, and they both know it. that time, though, dorcas was dancing alone.

[vicsdeangelis]

i think i'll remake the "best må music video according to my followers" poll after they release the rest of the rush are u coming mvs because a lot of new stuff came out since i made the first one

[collecting--stardust]

Listened to quite a lot of maneskin's songs when I was doing my notes for my basic stats class and l'altra dimensione is so bez and valentine is cele coded for me

[yokitooo]

I LOVE THIS MAN I THINK I MISSED HIS BIRTHDAY but ok Anyways im leaving this sketch here

Song is L'altra Dimensione - Måneskin

[wistfulpoltergeist]

I wanted to make this meme with Aidan SO MUCH! I love messing around his style, I think whatever I put on him - suits him! Aww... my favorite dolly to play *__*

Music's playing: L'altra dimensione - Måneskin

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Amazing hairstyles by @simstrouble, @okruee, @bustedpixels and @clumsyalienn

[riphertoshreds]

Damiano David in the music video for the L'altra Dimensione music video in 2018.

[firewalker]

Loxosceles rufescens

Sì, insomma, il famigerato ragno violino. Siccome non se ne può più di informazioni cretine a riguardo, corredate da foto di animali presi a caso (va a finire che pure gli squali bianchi sono ragni violino), ho deciso di scrivere due righe. Fonte sulla rilevanza medica: il Centro Antiveleni di Pavia.

Salto per gli aracnofobici, che metto un sacco di foto

Cominciamo con il riconoscerlo, e per farlo bisogna sapere due cose: la prima è come è fatto

(Fonte immagine: wikipedia)

Ha un colore marroncino, l'addome è più scuro e le zampe sono lunghe e carnose. Generalmente si vede con le zampe molto separate tra loro (ci sono ragni che le accoppiano).

(Fonte immagine: ongaro disinfestazioni)

Nell'immagine qui di sopra possiamo ammirare quello che dà il nome al ragno: il violino. Sul cefalotorace (i ragni non hanno separazione tra testa e torace) c'è una vistosa colorazione più scura, che in molti casi assomiglia a un violino. Inoltre ha sei occhi, non otto. Mi raccomando, il ragno violino non è questo:

(Fonte immagine: nepentedotnet)

E non è nemmeno un qualsiasi altro ragno peloso, salterino, ciccione o zebrato che potete vedere nelle immagini "divulgative".

L'altra caratteristica per riconoscerlo è la dimensione dell'animale

(Fonte immagine: Centro Antiveleni di Pavia)

Può arrivare al massimo a meno di 5 cm di grandezza zampe comprese, il corpo non supera 1 cm. È un ragno piccolo!

Inoltre, immagino che tutti conosciate i folcidi

(Fonte immagine: wikipedia - Pholcidae)

Quei ragni con le zampe lunghe che trovate costantemente su tutti i muri di casa. Ecco, questi ragnetti si mangiano i ragni violino. I ragni violino sono prede dei folcidi. Ma torniamo ai violini.

L. rufescens è uno dei due ragni di rilevanza medica in Italia, l'altro, che io sappia, è la malmignatta

(Fonte immagine: wikipedia - Latrodectus tredecimguttatus)

Dicevo, torniamo ai violini.

Possono far danni enormi, gravissimi, possono rovinarvi la vita, anche se non risulta essere letale. Ma questo succede con frequenza estremamente rara. Se vieni punto da un ragno violino, hai il diabete, hai problemi di circolazione e sei debilitato, allora è possibile che tu possa vedere quello che si chiama Loxoscelismo sistemico, una malattia necrotica che può farti anche perdere un arto.

In generale, però, si ha rossore e gonfiore.

Quando devo andare in pronto soccorso?

Quando, entro le 48 ore dal morso, si ha una macchia nera in corrispondenza di esso, o se si hanno febbre e debolezza. Allora significa che le cose si stanno aggravando e conviene intervenire.

In caso di morso, comunque, è sempre bene contattare il proprio medico che potrà prescrivere una pomata antibiotica ed eventualmente un antibiotico orale come primissimo intervento.

Ah, ovviamente, fate il richiamo per l'antitetanica.

Finisco dicendo che il rischio è calcolato moltiplicando il pericolo per la frequenza dell'evento.

Dato che la frequenza di morsi di questo ragno, pur essendo molto diffuso, è bassissima (fondamentalmente si fa i fatti sui e non vi morde se non l'andate a raccogliere per farlo giocare ad acchiapparella con voi), e dato che l'evento pericoloso è comunque circa l'1% dei casi di morso, direi che il rischio rappresentato da questo ragno è quasi nullo. Lasciatelo perdere, se ne avete paura allevate folcidi.

[amoritossici-falsoamore]

Così, per tenere insieme questi pezzi, iniziamo a "raccontarcela" creando degli alibi dicendoci, ad esempio, che lui/lei è la persona perfetta per noi solo che nella sua vita ha sofferto troppo e per colpa di quella sofferenza fa cose che ci fanno stare male. Altre volte ci diamo la colpa dicendoci che lui/lei è l'uomo/la donna della vita; sì a volte è un po' giudicante, però anche noi con i nostri modi di fare lo/a induciamo ad allontanarsi (altro alibi molto frequente). In altri casi ancora ci diciamo che ora è una persona troppo tormentata per rendersene conto ma prima o poi si accorgerà di quanto la nostra storia lo faccia stare bene così resterà. Potrei andare avanti; negli anni di alibi ne ho sentiti di ogni forma e dimensione.

Quando ti ostini a tenere insieme i pezzi di una relazione che non funziona e che non ti rende felice, ci sono diverse cose che forse non stai vedendo.

Ti trovi in un circolo vizioso che ti esaurisce le energie. Quando sembra che la persona facia cose o si dimostri per come la desideriamo poi succede qualcosa che ci fa piombare di nuovo nella delusione. Però, avendo dato prova di sapere come renderti felice, vivi nell'attesa che possa ancora succedere.

Vivi nella speranza di un futuro felice insieme ma il tuo presente è pieno di dolore. In quello sbattere la testa contro un vetro che non ne vuole sapere di rompersi c'è un sacco di dolore nella speranza di un future sereno. Ma intanto stai male.

Non vedi l'altra persona per come è. La vedi per come vorresti che fosse o per come ti ricordi essere stata in passato; così consideri autentici quei comportamenti dell'altro in linea con i tuoi bisogni e desideri mentre tendi a minimizzare o a "scusare" quelli che ti rendono infelice.

Può essere che tu sia terrorizzato/a dalla possibilità di ammettere a te stesso/a che quella relazione non ti rende felice. Magari hai lottato per quella persona, sei andato/a contro quello che ti dicevano gli altri, hai combattuto per quella relazione anche se la tua famiglia ti diceva che non era una relazione adatta a te e adesso ti vergogni ad ammettere che quella relazione proprio non fa per te. Magari hai paura di ammettere a te stesso/a che ti eri sbagliato/a e tenere insieme i pezzi è un modo per evitare la paura di ammettere che hai sbagliato, perso tempo o che hai fallito.

[acourtofchaos]

Shuffle your music library and poll the first 5 songs

Thanks for the tags @pizzaapeteer @obsessedwithceleste 🩵🩵

Npt: @slytherinslut0 @mrsriddles-blog @gemissleeping @justanassociate

[hotdyke-hardstyle]

Victoria De Angelis live in the Metropolitana di Milano (2019)

L'altra Dimensione | video: sarett4

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

5 songs 5 of your paras like?

ahhhh okay wait

Harley:

Sober by P!nk

Highway to hell by acdc

Not like us by Kendrick lemar

She calls me daddy by king mala

Mr brightside by the killers

Bonus: when we were young by the killers

Astrid:

tennis court by lorde

Fine line by Harry styles

Chasing cars by snow patrol

You're beautiful by James blunt

Mondscheinsonate by Ludwig van Beethoven

Evan:

Somebody to you by banners

Hold my girl by George Ezra (was gonna name Emmeline george had they been born a boy)

Anything by Adrianna lenker

Wild world by cat Stevens

Find me by birdy (used to imagine dramatic scenarios between him and Eli to it after Eli left cus after all he was just a 13 yo teenage boy 😅

Olivia:

Bad at Love by halsey

Eastside by halsey

Closer by the chainsmokers and halsey

Rlly anything by halsey apparently

Olivia by 1d (yes she thinks it's funny)

Marlene (the marlene from astrid's world) :

L'altra dimensione by Maneskin

Big jet plane by Angus & julia stone

Anything from the "across the universe" soundtrack

She looks so perfect by 5sos

Bad kids by black lips

Britney spears.

[ethan-torchios-bitch]

the song i’d like played at my funeral

everyone needs to hear this song