#periferie

[figlidiroma]

Shanghai (Tormarancia) e Garbatella ieri 21 gennaio.

Nessun posto è bello come casa.

[aitan]

La libertà è avere i mezzi per costruire il proprio futuro senza dipendere dal politico o dal mammasantissima di turno.

Da aitanblog.wordpress.com/2024/09/26/la-liberta-delle-periferie

[sergiolautre]

Cianotipie immortali

[sardies]

Porto Torres tra i beneficiari del bando ministeriale “Sport e Periferie”

Porto Torres è fra i 62 comuni italiani beneficiari del bando ministeriale “Sport e Periferie”.  Lo hanno annunciato nel corso della Commissione Bilancio, convocata oggi nella sala consiliare del Palazzo del Municipio, l’assessore al Bilancio Alessandro Carta e l’assessora allo Sport e alle Politiche sociali Simona Fois. Il Dipartimento per lo Sport ha infatti pubblicato la nuova graduatoria dei…

[kilgarraghforever]

If I had a penny for every time spiderman, an American character, was played in the live action franchises by a British man I'd have 2 pennies, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice.

[maybe-a-gatto-or-a-catto]

OH MY GOD I CAN'T TELL IF I'M DUMB OR NOT BUT. CAPITALISM IS WHITE. IT KEEPS THE POOR POOR, AND THAT'S COUNTRIES THAT WHITE COUNTRIES EXPLOIT.

Okay okay. So basically I learn geography in school. I am learning about the world economy and how colonialism affects the economy of certain countries depending on if they got exploited or invested in. Particularly, colonies that got invested in are the USA and Australia. They are considered "succesful" in the economy because they got invested in, instead of exploited.

But guys. The native people of those countries are oppressed. The whites took that land for themselves, and now those countries aren't associated with its native people. Capitalism is white. The world economy is WHITE!! GUYUUYS!!!!

Anyway what is the conclusion? I don't know. I feel like I was cooking something but I don't have enough knowledge ...

[thepictoblr]

Turns out the reason why black mage artifact gear in ffxiv tends to have those big ass wizard hats is because the hats are designed to absorb ambient aether for more effective and powerful casting. In other news- this is the black mage meta in lore

[pastelfarvet]

I dag er det 2 år siden jeg sidst så min eks. What the fuck

[nicocastellini]

LE PERIFERIE AL MANDELA

ARRIVO APS organizza la presentazione della rivista Le Periferie #16 e del libro collettivo Racconti Raccolti. Saremo ospiti speciali del ristorante Mandela. L’evento si inserisce nella rassegna culturale FOGLIE D’AUTUNNO del Comune di Perugia. Ingresso libero e gradita prenotazione al 347 900 3454.

[pier-carlo-universe]

"La Guerra del Tiburtino III": Su Sky Cinema la Nuova Serie tra Azione e Satira Sociale

Un racconto ironico e spietato delle faide di quartiere che mescola umorismo nero e critica sociale

Un racconto ironico e spietato delle faide di quartiere che mescola umorismo nero e critica sociale. Sky Cinema presenta “La Guerra del Tiburtino III”, una nuova serie italiana che unisce azione, satira sociale e umorismo nero in una trama ambientata nella periferia romana. La serie esplora le rivalità di quartiere e le dinamiche di potere all’interno di una comunità in un modo fresco e…

[la-renna-della-jungla]

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Siamo un milione di gocce Solo gocce

[marcogiovenale]

da oggi al 16 giugno, a roma: iper_ festival delle periferie, al mattatoio

programma: https://www.facebook.com/events/s/iper-festival-024-hic-sunt-leo/828666505791709

[iannozzigiuseppe]

"Il Budda delle periferie" di Hanif Kureishi - Traduzione di Ivan Cotroneo, introduzione di Zadie Smith

Il Budda delle periferie Hanif Kureishi Bompiani   “Così cominciò la nostra relazione sessuale. E io ne rimasi completamente sconvolto; non avevo mai provato prima sensazioni ed emozioni così forti. Avrei voluto gridare a tutti che si poteva vivere perennemente con un fuoco liquido nelle vene.” Praticamente, si tratta di un compleanno di quelli importanti. Sono passati venticinque anni da quando…

[disabilicom]

10 milioni di euro saranno destinati a progetti di promozione dell’inclusione sociale delle persone disabili nelle periferie delle grandi città

[writingsbytee]

HIDDEN PT. 2

TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER

WARNINGS / TRIGGERS: SFW; minors do not interact; mentions of domestic violence; self-hate; angst; Terry is hard to read in the beginning.

SUMMARY: You’ve been working at Terry’s club for about a week now and you’re finally getting the hang of things. There might be a little jealous Terry in here if you squint. This “chapter” might be dialogue heavy. No Smut (yet!)

TROPES: grumpy x sunshine ; “touch her and die”; slow burn; 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Okaaay!! Part 2 is now available!! I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m really trying to work on my dialogue skills and some world building so bare with me. The SMUT will come soon, I just want you guys to get to know my version of Terry and Daphne.

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

PREVIOUSLY ON HIDDEN: 1

DAPHNE

“Girl! I see why you never left this job! The tips alone are enough to cover rent this month,” I said looking at the wad I already had in my mini apron. 

Lexi nodded, “See, what did I say? You won’t have to go back to the hospital for a while.” I contemplated the idea, sure the break from the physically, mentally, and emotionally draining job is nice. But, helping people, caring for them, that’s my passion. I’ll go back when I’m ready. As I wait for Lexi to make the next round of drinks for the police commissioner’s table, I turn and take in my surroundings.

The club is so unique. With a sunken lounge area and the circular light fixtures it almost has a 60s vibe. But with the seductive lighting and R&B playing it feels like a jazz club. Lexi slides the finished tray of drinks my way and I head towards the commissioner’s table. 

“Our favorite girl is back!” one of them shouted. They were all very close to being drunk, the drinks in my hand should do the job. 

“That’s me!” I said with my million dollar smile. I could already tell what kind of men I was dealing with, pretty boys who never heard the word ‘no’. I place all their drinks down and ask them if there’s anything else I can get them. 

“Aww c’mon leaving so soon? Stay and chat with us for a little while,” one of the men said. I huffed out a fake laugh, “I wish, but I’ve got to finish up my training”. They all boo’d in protest, but I just shrugged my shoulders and backed away. Breathing a sigh of relief I make my way back towards Lexi.

“Ouu girl, they like you,” she said laughing at me, 

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t wanna hear shit when the car is gassed up and the fridge is full. If they keep tipping me like this they can like me all they want,” i said cleaning off the counter. The lights started to dim as someone walked on stage. Out of my periferie I see Terry’s office door open. 

“Oop there go your man,” Lexi whispers in my direction. I huff out an annoyed breath, “Stop calling him that! What if someone hears you!” I whisper-shout, throwing my rag at her. Okay, so I might've developed a teeny-tiny crush on Terry. I don’t know how anyone can look at that man and not get swept up in his beauty. I keep it professional obviously, and it’s not even like he notices. Terry’s barely said two words to me since I started here. I sneak a peek at Terry over my shoulder and I feel my canine sink into my lower lip as I take in his attire.  

Dressed in a simple black long sleeve and matching black cargos and timberland boots. With the gold mini cuban link chain and glasses to top the look off, he’s any woman’s wet dream.

“Damn, Daphne could you be any more obvious?” Lexi asked, laughing at me. 

“Oh, shut up! Look at him, he’s too fine for his own good” I whisper, turning back toward my sister. I feel like a high school girl with a crush. I need to get a grip, fast. I grabbed the ice bucket, heading to the back to fill it up. I need to put some distance between myself and the green-eyed giant. I’ve only been working here about a week and I feel like I’m finally getting a hang of things. I bring the ice out and make my way over to my side of the bar. 

Eli, the police commissioner’s son, has become one of my regulars. After his dad leaves Eli usually stays to hit on whoever is within earshot. Tonight it looks like that’s me, “There she is!” he shouted, eyes low in his liquor induced haze. 

“Someone needs to get cut off I see,” I say, chuckling at Eli’s dopey grin. He groans, “Aww c’mon baaaby. Don’t b-be like that.” Eli reaches for my hand to grab my attention. Before he could open his mouth, the deep, sexy voice of my boss cuts him off.

“Eli quit harassing my staff before I cut you off,” Terry says, sliding into the seat next to Eli. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it T-man! It’s allllll good,” Eli said, his words starting to blend together.

“Annnd, you’re cut off. Eli give me your phone so I can get you an Uber,”I say, making grabby hands at Eli. He smirks peering over at Terry who looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “See, told you she wanted me,” he said, nudging his elbow into Terry’s ribs. I roll my eyes not wanting to satisfy him with a response. Eli’s cute, don't get me wrong, but I’m just not interested.

“Actually someone’s coming to relieve you Daphne, I need you in the back,” Terry says leaning up on the counter. My eyes widened as I looked over at Terry. He just smirks and nods his head toward the door marked ‘employees only’. I nod before wiping my hands off on my pants and head towards that door. I glance over my shoulder to see Terry whisper something in Eli’s ear before he makes his way toward me. 

“Ready for your first assignment?” Terry asks as he makes his way to me. 

A dry chuckle leaves my mouth, “Will it be worse than that?” I ask, pointing my thumb in Eli’s direction. 

Terry’s shoulders shake with quiet laughter, “I hope not, here, c’mon they’re right through here”

I knew Terry was serious about using my medical side to help him out, I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. My mind blanks as I try to shift my focus to that of a 3 year trauma/ICU nurse. Not knowing what I’m walking into I take off my rings and bracelets as we enter the door. Terry leads me down what appears to be basement stairs and then leads me to another door. Before we go in he turns to me standing shoulder-width apart with his hands crossed in his front (REFERENCE).

s it just me or did it get ten degrees hotter in here?

“This kind of goes without saying but, you don’t say anything about what goes on behind this door,” Terry said.

With a nod of my head I say, “Of course not, now let’s see what I’ve gotten myself into yea?”

TERRY

“Gunshot wounds!? Terry, what do you expect me to do with this?!” Daphne asked, examining the semi-conscious man laying on the table. I watched carefully as she threw her locs up in a messy bun and went to work on her “patient”.

“They’re just flesh wounds, mostly just need patching up. You can do that right sweetheart?” I ask leaning back against the door. She rolls her eyes and mumbles out a ‘yeah’. That eye rolling shit is really starting to get on my nerves with how much it turns me on. 

“What kind of supplies do you have?” She asks looking over at me. 

I move to a storage closet on my right and open the door for her, “In here is everything you should need.”  I grab a cart containing multiple drawers with the supplies she might need (reference). Once I wheel it over to her she pauses and looks at the cart then me. 

“This is a hospital grade crash cart,” Daphne said, raising a brow at me. Damn, she’s pretty when she does that too. 

I nod slowly, “Yes, yes it is. I figured how can I ask you to do a job without the proper equipment.”

She lets out a disbelieving chuckle, “How’d you get all this? And can you get it restocked when I’m done with him?”

“Well I can’t really tell you how I got everything, let’s just say everything has its price. I’ll have it restocked before you have to do this again”, I say. 

Daphne just nods and takes a deep breath before heading to the sink, “Well, I’m going to need an extra hand in here. Do you have time or can you send someone else in here?”

“I’ll stay,” I reply with a shrug. She flashes me a small smile before instructing me to wash my hands in the sink. Once I finish I saddle up beside her and wait for instructions. Daphne hands me a pair of gloves instructing me to put them on. 

“Do you have any medical training?”Daphne asks as she puts a stethoscope to Paul’s (gunshot victim) chest. 

“Basic CPR and some shit I had to do in the field,” I say checking Paul’s heart rate 

“What branch?” 

“Who said I was military?” I ask, smirking at her. 

“Terry, be serious, look at how you stand, how you always sit facing the door, and how you talk. Let’s just say it wasn’t that hard for me to tell. Hand me that syringe that says ‘Morphine’ please,” she smiled at me sweetly, pointing at the aforementioned syringe.

I feel my smirk widen against my will, “You’ve been watching me?” I ask, passing her the syringe. 

She rolls her eyes yet again, “Oh don’t flatter yourself. I spent over a decade in healthcare. 25% of those people are from military backgrounds.” 

“So who was it? Mom or Dad?” I ask, holding pressure on Paul’s wound while she places an IV. 

“Huh?”, she asks, not looking up from her task. I can admire the way her nose scrunches and she bites her lip as she works through her task.

“Who was in the military? Your mom or your Dad?” I ask again. 

Daph lets out a small giggle, “What gave it away?” 

I clear my throat and her eyes meet mine. I move my index finger back and forth pointing at me then her, “Same recognizes same, sweetheart.” She huffs out another small laugh before focusing back in. I’m thinking of one thing and one thing only as we work in comfortable silence, patching Paul up. I need to make her laugh again. 

“My mom, she was in the Navy. She was the best,”I say reaching for my locket that had her picture in it. 

Terry nods before looking at me, “I’m sure she was sweetheart. I’m sorry you lost her so soon”. He’s got the prettiest eyes. They’re so expressive I feel like he’s saying more to me with just a look than he ever could with words. 

2.5 HOURS LATER

DAPHNE

When Terry and I exit the basement his club is empty.  “That was good work in there Daph,” Terry said, eyeing me appreciatively. 

“Well it was a simple plug and patch like you said, you probably could’ve done it,” I say, rubbing my hand against the back of my neck. 

Terry takes a step toward me, “You sore?”

“Yeah a tiny bit, it’s been a while since I had to do that. I’ll be fine,” I say, straightening my spine and shifting my hips from side to side. 

“Here let me,” Terry moved behind me, placing his hands at the base of my neck. My spine straightened like a stick was shoved straight up my ass. He starts to knead the stiff muscles in my neck and I feel my shoulders start to slump. He continues to knead and massage the back of my neck. I don’t even notice that I’m leaning back against him.

“Mmm that feels nice,” I say, leaning my hand to the side. He’s so close I can feel his exhale against my neck, I know he can see the goosebumps. 

“Yeah?” he says. I don’t know if I’m imagining it or not but it feels like his lips brush my neck. Before I can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door. I can feel Terry tense up behind me, like somebody poured a bucket of ice water down his back.  

“Go to the back, get your stuff, and leave,” Terry said, taking a step back from me like I burned him. My mind was reeling, I just silently nodded and turned to make my way back to the locker room. Who was at the door that made him shift his whole persona? I’m putting all my shit in my tote back when I hear my phone ring from somewhere inside it. Once I find it I tap the green button putting the phone up to my ear.

“Hey Lex, I’m about to leave now,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder. 

“Perfect, I got a ride from Princess. I put my keys in your coat pocket so you wouldn’t have to Uber by yourself this late,” my oh so considerate sister says. 

“You’re too good to me. Dinner on me tomorrow, “ I say, finding the keys she mentioned. Lexi and I yap for a few minutes before we say our goodbyes. Leaving the locker room I bump right into Terry.

“Oh! Sorry didn’t see you there,” I hate how awkward and strained my voice sounds. Terry’s eyes are unreadable as he looks through me. 

“Time to go, I’ll walk you out,” he said then abruptly turned and started down the hallway. 

“What the fuck?” I mumble to myself. I know we aren’t best friends or anything, but I thought that Terry and I were at least breaking down that wall ‘boss/ employee’ relationship between us. I thought we could at least have some sort of civility toward one another. I follow him out towards the main floor of the club and make my way towards the door. There’s a group of men sitting in the center of the club, they all look hella shady. I pick up my pace a little bit so I can get the hell out of there. 

“Daphne?,” I hear as I walk past the table. I look up toward the voice and my blood runs cold. What the fuck is Rafa’s brother doing here?

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  okay, okay. I know this one is short but the next one will be longer I promise. I kind of just wanted to focus on a little bit of character building because this is going to be a series. Let me know what you guys think! 

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[crazy-so-na-sega]

Milano, la “banlieue” di Corvetto

Sono stati i Carabinieri. Basta un attimo a trasformare un quartiere in un’esplosione di rabbia. Una “rabbia spontanea”, come dice Il Corriere della Sera, che però sembra più che altro indotta, voluta, cercata. Indotta dal “Sistema per uccidere i popoli“, come lo definì Guillaume Faye, d’altronde “come designare questa vasta impresa planetaria di massificazione e spersonalizzazione?“. Voluta dagli sponsor del villaggio globale, da quella società liberale che si persuade di aver costruito un mondo di prosperità, di liberazione e di progresso mentre la realtà sociale lascia trasparire un ambiente anorganico: morto, senza vita interiore, più simile ad un macchinario che ad un organismo in crescita. Cercata da loro, i “maranza”, i “subalterni” – come li chiamano a sinistra della sinistra – gli agenti attivi di un dinamismo conflittuale che esiste schiacciato dentro i quartieri pentola, sempre pronta ad esplodere appena tolto il coperchio del quieto vivere. Sono anni che si ripete come anche le periferie italiane – in questo caso milanesi – possano diventare da un momento all’altro lo scenario delle banlieue parigine. Quelle dell’Odio e di Athena. Quelle che abbiamo visto solo in televisione. L’integrazione tanto agognata è finalmente realtà, con un ribaltone però: l’Italia si è adattata all’altro, non il contrario. Abbiamo uomini che occupano spazi morti, residenti che si situano su una scacchiera; il loro “indirizzo” non ha nulla di un luogo, sono piuttosto coordinate cartesiane dello smarrimento. Città dormitorio perennemente in affitto, centri storici trasformati in bomboniere turistiche, quartieri campi profughi. Ci siamo integrati perfettamente al non-luogo globale. E come tutti i popoli “delocalizzati” che hanno perduto il senso del tempo e della storia, siamo condannati a perdere la nostra terra. Un Corvetto alla volta.

-Kulturaeuropa