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[justforbooks]

The musician Maurice el Médioni, who has died aged 95, provided a reminder that there was a time – in the period between the second world war and Algerian independence in 1962 – when Muslim and Jewish musicians worked together in Algeria to transform the country’s popular music.

He was a pianist who could play, and blend together, almost any musical style. His left hand might pump out stomping boogie rhythms while his right hand played Arabic or Andalusian styles. He could switch from French chanson and cabaret to Latin themes, and he played a key role in the development of the Algerian styles chaabi and raï.

El Médioni described his early life in the Algerian port city of Oran as “playing in bars and at Arabic marriages or Jewish weddings or playing in a big chaabi orchestra for the Algiers radio station. I started out playing boogie-woogie that I learned from the Americans, then Latin music, flamenco and Andalusian music. I was one of the first to do that and brought it into Arabic music, and now they love it.”

He was a star in Algeria in the 1950s, but then came the Algerian war, independence and the large-scale exodus of the Jewish population. El Médioni left for Israel in 1961, but when he realised that many of his exiled musician friends had moved to Paris he decided to join them. There he worked as a tailor by day and a musician by night – a lifestyle he continued when he moved to Marseille in 1967.

After decades in the musical wilderness, El Médioni eventually built an international reputation when in his 60s. The French producer Francis Falceto (creator of the Éthiopiques series) heard a cassette of El Médioni’s music and played it to the British musician and producer Ben Mandelson. Mandelson produced a recording session in Berlin, with El Médioni playing alongside some of his own musician friends and some British musicians, and the resulting album, Café Oran (1996), introduced his unique piano style to a new audience.

He followed with the album PianOriental (2000) and in the same year played at the Soul of Algeria concert at the Barbican in London, accompanying his old friend the Jewish Algerian singer Lili Boniche, in a line-up that included the Algerian “grandmother of raï”, Cheikha Rimitti.

In 2003 he opened for the British band Oi Va Voi and then joined them for the encores at shows at the ICA in London, and in Moscow and Los Angeles, and in 2006 released Descarga Oriental with the Cuban percussionist Roberto Rodriguez. Recorded in New York, the album was a reminder that Latin styles were among those he had loved and learned back in Oran. The album won a BBC Radio 3 World Music award.

The following year El Médioni played a major role in the El Gusto project, which involved an album, a film and a series of concerts that reunited Muslim and Jewish musicians from Algeria. He had declined to appear at a concert in Algeria, saying it was “not the right time” to return, but starred in an emotional show in Marseille that ended with a rousing version of the Algerian favourite Ya Rayah. In 2008 there was a further reunion with Algerian musicians as he opened for Khaled, raï’s biggest international star, at the Barbican; he had earlier played on Khaled’s 2004 album Ya-Rayi.

In 2011, and by now in his 80s, El Médioni and his wife, Juliette (nee Amsallem), whom he married in 1953, moved to Israel to live close to their children. He continued to record and perform, working with the Orchestra Ashkelon and the singer Neta Elkayam, and was a major influence on young Israeli pianists. He returned to London in 2012 to play with the Iraqi oud player Khyam Allami.

Born in Oran, in French Algeria, Maurice was one of four siblings brought up by their mother, Fany, following the death of their father, Jacob. Jacob had run the Café Saoud in the city’s Jewish quarter along with his brother, Messaoud El Médioni, the renowned musician better known as Saoud l’Oranais. Maurice attended the Ecole St André, and started to learn the piano when he was nine, playing by ear and listening to the musicians who gathered at the cafe.

He incorporated anything that he heard into his playing, learning Latin, jazz and boogie-woogie from the black American GIs who arrived in the city after the liberation of Oran in 1942. He played in clubs popular with the soldiers, and made sure his audience heard the music they wanted. He also composed and played for the big names of the Jewish Algerian cabaret scene, including Boniche and Line Monty. He had been persuaded by his mother to follow a career as a tailor, but music was his passion.

In 2017 he published his memoir From Oran to Marseilles (1936-1990) with help from his British followers. The preface was by Mandelson, the foreword, translation and interviews were by Jonathan Walton (a former member of Oi Va Voi, who uses the name Lemez Lovas as a musician), and the editor was the broadcaster and musician Max Reinhardt, who described him as “charming, open-hearted, wise and witty … a compulsive musician who couldn’t wait to get near a keyboard”.

Juliette died in 2022. El Médioni is survived by his children, Yacov, Marilyne and Michael, and five grandchildren, Jeremie, Barbara, Benjamin, Nourit and Emmanuel.

🔔 Maurice el Médioni, musician and songwriter, born 18 October 1928; died 25 March 2024

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[yesyourstalker]

Part two.... Damn this shit. Long as fuck not even done

Warabi: it's the coldest time of yeeeaarrr! But cod damn I'm so warm in siiioode! When you're close to me and you smile at me! My excitement has no place to hide!

Neta: Warabi

Warabi: while the kids are laughing and screaming and grandma starts to siiing! I pull you aside. A nice place to hide and I pulled out that. Platinum. diamond. ring!

Neta: Warabi please

Warabi: you quickly tried to denyyyy it and that smile. I see you hide it! I give you the best ooooon Frosty Fest cuz our love.is.stronger. than. allllll the rest!

Neta: I'm trying to drive

Warabi: baby take my hand and make me your man- Why'd you turn the radio off?

Neta:........... We're sitting in silence

Warabi: but....it's but it's frosty-

Neta: shut up! [Eating]

Warabi: Don't eat all of the salmon bites. Those are for the guests!!

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Mahi: holy shit. This place is huge.....it's bigger than the original store.

Baja: look he has two stories! Wow! I wonder what he's going to put up there!

Mahi: He said he wanted some sort of cafe lounge or something? This place is really fancy

Baja: Neta really went all out for this- *gasp* it's.. it's

Mahi: calm down. Take some breaths. Don't be fucking weird..... Hey ikkan you bought some wine I didn't know if it was a white wine or a red wine kind of party so I bought both..... Also this is Baja

Ikkan: thanks. You can just set them on the table over there. You must be Warabi's boyfriend he told me about you It's nice to see you.

Baja: Yes I've heard a lot about you. Not just like from TV and social media and the news. I mean but so has everyone else because you're very successful and famous. I'm sorry I'm rambling but Neta told me a lot about you and it's really nice to see you in person.

Ikkan: It's nice to see you too.... What model saxophone is that?

Baja: ... It's a shanty 44 model it's an Alto. Neta wanted me to bring it to play heheh.... It's the same model as your bassoon. It's a shanty 43 model you played it at the hard shell banquet hall at memorial service If your old high school band director 3 years back.

Ikkan: uh.... Yeah... That's.... Yeah that's correct. Wow ......how did he know that? That's very impressive you know a lot about music

Baja: Yeah it's mostly just history stuff.

Ikkan: That's really cool..... What do you usually play?

Baja: I was in jazz band and I also played an orchestra for the last two years of school

Ikkan: do you know how to play Funtime Frost?

Baja: yes

Ikkan: I'll be right back. I'm going to my car.

Baja: I think we're friends!

Mahi: you two are dorks. I'm going to set up the drinks

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Carrie: *gasp* Baja!! I knew you'd come! What do you think of my dress. Pretty isn't it? I usually don't wear light colors like cream or white, but it kind of felt special. I also bought my cello I was going to play it for you remember? but I was rudely interrupted by -... Oh It's just you.

Mahi: Yeah, it's good to see you too you little brat. Get on my way, Baja's over there. Also when Mizole shows up don't try anything. This is a big deal for your dad. I don't ruin it.

Cirrina: as if I would talk to him willingly.... Why is he even showing up? This party is supposed to be for important people. Not has beens like your boyfriend

Mahi: you know what!?!

Neta: Mahi do not fight with my daughter unless you want to be fired! Cirrina crab cakes please don't start fights with the adults. Okay? Show everyone at the party. What a sweet, pretty girl you are.

Cirrina: ok daddy.. ..Oh Bajaaaa! [Flips off mahi]

Neta: monster

Neta: awwww my baby's first crush... She's growing so fast they really do slip through your fingers......*sigh* anyway, everything is set up. Decorations are good... Drinks are all set... The waiters are setting up their trays...... Now we just need to wait for the people..... Baja?

Baja: I've already set up! ikkan's getting his bassoon right now! I can't believe I'm going to be playing with the Ikkan Kane! think I'm going to faint

Warabi: hey Mahi

Mahi: ooh those look good!

Warabi: No, you can't have any of these All right. I made 80 of these and Neta already ate five of them!

Neta: They're good!

Warabi: huff I made 40 cooked ones and 40 raw ones so we have options. DON'T eat all of the raw ones mahi! Save some for the actual guests and that goes for you too babe!

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[live music playing over a crowd of people talking]

Pearl: you know when you said Frosty fast party. I thought you meant the ones you used to have at the boathouse.

Neta: Oh you mean the one when l passed on the floor in my own barf?

Pearl: Yeah those parties were fun hehehehe

Neta: getting too old for that now can't handle my liquor like I used to

Pearl: you couldn't hold your liquor back then either Jackass hahahahaahaha remember you get your hands stuck in the toilet hahahah we had to call the fire department hahahaha

Neta:heheheheh It was the party where you flashed the cops

Pearl: Yeah! I got one of the lady cops' numbers and after hehehe *sigh* good times..... Oh this is the Marina. She's my fiance

Marina: Hi, I've heard so much about you. I also saw you once in concert with squid squad! You're so talented! It's been honor to meet you actually

Neta: ahhh finally meeting you in person. I'm a big fan of you as well. I love the dress by the way you look great. Hope you're enjoying the party

Marina: I definitely am. This is such a gorgeous place and this is going to be your store?

Neta: Yes! We usually just sell music, merchandise, instruments.........concert tickets.

Marina: well That's interesting. Dance socks is actually starting another tour next year... Here is the number to our vendor they make most of our merchandise and I can see if I can contact 'ticket stand' and provide you access to our supply.

Neta:oh thanks!

Marina : We're going to refresh on some drinks and we'll catch up with you and talk about this little business later.......What is this about you flashing cops?

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Baja: Yeah so father was actually an apprentice of ikkan's old band director he spent one year in Krillarney. He had to leave when you was born.

Zuzu: wow! That's true he lived in Krillarney for 5 years! How do you know that ?

Baja: It was in an old interview on subshellet I read. I think it was 7 years ago

Zuzu: hehehe I should hire you to write my memoir you seem to know a lot more about me than I do heheheh...... Hmmm

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Mahi: *sigh*.....*sip*.... Mizole!! Hey over here! Hi babe. [Kiss]

Mizole: hey babe.. [ kiss] I got you a gift..... But it's in my freezer at home. You can't have until tomorrow Mahi I want you to meet wet floor. Guys, this is my partner Mahi.

Mahi: hay guys. Nice to meet you finally...

Wf Candi: He didn't cheat on you yet did he?

Mizole: Candi!!

Mahi: hahaha no!!!..... I hope not

Raley: Oh then he's probably loyal......probably cuz you would definitely know if he was cheating. He's a terrible liar

Mizole: what the hell!! I have never cheated on anyone!!!

Keaton: Yeah I have to back him up on that. He doesn't really cheat. He has ghosted people and never told them that he broke up with them before dating someone else

Mizole: but this time it's fucking different!!. I actually like this one! Mahi makes me happy and I want to see them happy!

Mahi: oh.... mizole.

Mizole: and you know what?? for our one year anniversary that's in a couple months I'm going allllll out! Take them on a trip or some shit! That's how much I care for my partner.

Neil: well I for one am happy you actually found someone that you like.

Mizole: thank you Neil

Neil: I'm more surprised they like you back

Mizole:..........

Mahi: hehehe .. I'm going to go get some food. You hang out with your friends and be nice to each other and I'll be right back and -oh shit. Sorry man I wasn't looking where I was.......... Why the fuck are you here?

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Mahi and Baja ate all of the raw salmon bites before anyone else could get them and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort Saw the whole thing and didn't say anything

[kwebtv]

Amelia Earhart - NBC - October 25, 1976

Biographical Drama

Running Time: 150 minutes

Stars:

Susan Clark as Amelia Earhart

John Forsythe as George P. Putnam

Stephen Macht as Paul Mantz

Susan Oliver as Neta Snook/Snookie

Catherine Burns as Pidge Earhart

Jane Wyatt as Amy Earhart

Charles Aidman as Mr. Earhart

Eddie Barth as Sid Isaacs

Bill Vint as Fred Noonan 

Jack Colvin as Wilmer Stultz

Steve Kanaly as Lou Gordon

John Archer as Dr. Paterson

Florida Friebus as Miss Perkins

Lance Kerwin as David Putnam

Kim Diamond as Young Amelia Earhart

Lowell Thomas as Broadcaster

Colleen Camp as Starlet

David Huffman as Itasca Radio Operator

Kip Niven as Allen Bradford

Kathleen O'Malley as Mrs Gallagher

[frozenprocedural]

With My Care- Alternative Ending

THIS has been floating in my head after @couragedontdesertme posted the true ending to her Shards of BH6 story (full series here). In other words, what would happen if Alarik had made it back in time for Jenny’s birth?

And since it’s Jenny’s birthday- here it is! Alarik, Jenny and Neta belong to the incredible @patricia-von-arundel.

In Time

Rating: T

The explosion left his ears ringing, the smoke and dust made him cough, but he was free.

Free only if you move, Geatland. 

He can hear shouting behind him, and he took off blindly, not knowing where he was going, only that he needed to get away. Away from his prison, away to get help. 

To get home. 

Alarik had no way of knowing where he'd been taken. On the way in, he'd been blindfolded, and delirious with pain from having his ring finger cut off and cauterized. From that point on, he'd either been in a windowless cell or lab.

He found himself standing outside in early daylight. He'd expected some place remote, but instead found himself outside a nondescript warehouse within an industrial area. 

And as Alarik looked around, he caught sight of a familiar skyline. One as recognizable as his own reflection.

He'd never left San Fransokyo. 

As the shouting grew louder, Alarik sprinted to hide behind a small outbuilding, peering cautiously around the corner. Men were pouring out of the building he'd just left, guns drawn. They spread out, clearly searching for him.

Time to leave.

Keeping low, Alarik dashed from building to building, trying to figure a way out. He wasn't very familiar with the industrial area, but he had a general idea of where to go to find more traffic. More traffic, more people, and hopefully, the authorities. 

A gunshot echoed, and a searing pain line of pain across his calf caused him to stagger. 

"Should have stayed in the lab, Geatland!"

Hans. 

Alarik had never seen him this angry before. Hans' face was bright red and twisted into a snarling grimace. The hand that held his gun, however, never wavered. 

"Hans, stop this." Alarik wasn't sure why he was even attempting to talk- Hans was clearly beyond negotiation. But he had to try. "None of this is worth it. Just… just let me go home." 

Hans' snarl slowly morphed into a cold grin, and Alarik broke into a cold sweat.

"Back to that pretty little wife of yours, hmm? Maybe we were going about things the wrong way. Maybe I should have her brought here. We can see how long it takes you to build those bots when she's tied to a chair. Maybe I'll even let some of the men-"

Hans never finished his threat. Rage infused Alarik's entire body, dissipating the pain within seconds and filling him with a manic energy. Some loud sound, almost a roar, left his throat as he tackled Hans, knocking the gun from his hand. 

They rolled together on the ground, trading blows. Fueled as he was by his fury, Alarik was able to gain the upper hand for several minutes, unleashing all of his pent up anger from his time in captivity. 

But Alarik was no fighter, and eventually Hans landed a blow to his temple. Disoriented, Alarik found himself on his back, with Hans kneeling on his chest, the gun pointed at his head. 

"DROP THE WEAPON!"

Half a dozen armed officers surrounded them, and after a moment, Hans let his gun fall to the ground before slowly raising his arms above his head. Alarik was more than a little satisfied to watch two officers press him against a nearby building and cuff him. One of the other officers searched Alarik briefly, and upon noticing the gunshot wound, radioed for an ambulance.

The world exploded around him. After however long Alarik had been held, with limited conversation from his captors, the crowd of people that came to surround him was overwhelming. He tried his best to answer the questions the police and medics threw at him, but five words kept repeating in his mind.

I need to go home.

I need to go home. 

"I NEED TO GO HOME!"

Alarik hadn't meant to shout, but he simply couldn't hold back any longer. The doctor in the room gave him a startled look.

"Please," he continued. "It's May- my wife is nine months pregnant, if she hasn't already had our baby. It's been six months, and as far as she knows, I'm dead. I need to go home."

The doctor- Dr. Nordberg by the name written on the whiteboard- looked at his leg for a moment, then nodded. Her expression was soft.

"You'll need to keep weight off that leg as much as possible. I'm going to prescribe antibiotics, and I want you to follow up with your primary care doctor. But right now, let me get the discharge paperwork started and see about getting you a ride home."

………..

In any normal circumstance, Alarik would have been mortified to be riding in the back of a police car. 

The circumstances were far from normal, and he appreciated the officer's speed, even as he willed him to drive faster. The car had barely made a full stop in front of the cafe, but Alarik was already out, headless of the pain in his leg. 

All the lights in the cafe had been turned off, save for one near the front, where Kristoff and Neta sat, playing checkers. The hairs on the back of Alarik's neck prickled- Neta, at the very least, should have already been in bed. 

There certainly were a myriad of reasons that she'd be down in the cafe instead, but Alarik could think only of one. 

Neta noticed him first when he made it to the door, her mouth forming an "o" of surprise. Kristoff turned in his chair, and when he saw Alarik his jaw dropped. Kristoff ran over and fumbled with the lock for a few seconds before wrenching the door open. 

"Alarik! You're alive! What-"

"Where's Elsa?"

"Upstairs, but…"

Alarik was already heading to the back door when a tremulous voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Uncle Alarik? Is it… is it really you?"

Alarik turned and knelt in front of Neta, briefly pushing aside his concern, and did his best to smile. 

"It's me. And I will explain everything to you later, alright? But I need to go see your aunt right now."

Neta nodded, and he reached out to gently wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye. She sniffled, then threw her arms around him. He hugged her back, ignoring the wet spot on his chest, blinking back tears of his own. 

"Missed you, Uncle Alarik."

"I missed you Neta. So much. I promise, I'm just going to be upstairs."

She let him go, walking back to Kristoff, who nodded at Alarik. 

"We'll talk."

Alarik nodded back. "We will."

Then he ran to the door. 

……..

Elsa's cries were audible as soon as Alarik flung the door open, and he dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, ignoring his protesting leg. His breath hitched with anguished sound from his wife, and by the time he'd reached the landing, he was breathing as hard as if he'd run the whole way from the hospital. 

He grabbed the door handle and flung the door open. The sight that greeted him stole his breath. 

Elsa was curled on his side of the bed, clutching his pillow with white-knuckled fingers, her eyes screwed shut, face red. Her hair clung to her sweat-soaked face, despite the attempts of Anna, who sat beside her, to wipe it away.

And there, in her middle, was the swell, the most vivid evidence that she carried their child. Seeing it felt like a blow- the last time Alarik had seen her, Elsa showed no physical signs of being pregnant. And now he was staring right at it. 

"Hello, Alarik."

Elsa's eyes snapped open, and Anna's head whipped around at the sound of Olaf's nonchalant statement. For a moment, they all just stared at each other. 

Then Elsa screamed.

Alarik's heart wrenched as Elsa scrambled back to her side of the bed, her hands covering her belly protectively. Anna shifted so she was partially blocking Elsa from view, her hands clenched into fists.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Darling, please-!"

"Don't call me that! Don't you ever call me that! Only Alarik could! And he's dead! I buried him! I MOURNED HIM!"

"There was no body."

Both Alarik and Elsa looked at Anna, who had sat down on the edge of the bed, her skin pale. 

"No body." Anna looked at his left hand, at the nub. "Just his finger."

"I was kidnapped. For your nanobots. They thought I made them. Elsa, I'm so, so sorry."

But Elsa was shaking her head, her breathing rapid. "You're lying. You're an imposter, some sick man trying to-"

Her voice cut off as she seized up, letting out a low moan of pain. Alarik started forward again, but was stopped by a scream. 

"WHO ARE YOU!?"

"He is Alarik Geatland."

Olaf spoke the words with the same matter-of-factness he used for a diagnosis, firm and assured. "He is my creator. He is your husband." 

Elsa looked at Olaf for a moment, then back to Alarik. He held out both of his hands to her, an offering. 

"...Alarik?"

He grinned through his gathering tears. 

"It's me."

Elsa let out a choked sob, and he slid into bed beside her, letting out a startled grunt when she threw herself into his arms. He clutched her tight, burying his face into her hair, breathing in her scent. He could hear her doing the same. 

"I'm here, min älskling, I'm here."

Elsa made a soft, wet sound- maybe she was trying to speak- but it turned into a gasp. Her nails dug into his back as the gasp morphed into a high-pitched moan. Alarik held her close, whispering words of encouragement until she collapsed against him, panting.

"Here."

He startled at the sound of Anna's voice- he'd forgotten she was there. She handed him a damp cloth, and he used it to wipe away the sweat on Elsa's forehead. She was still clinging to his shirt with white knuckles, trembling. 

"It will be alright, älskling. You are doing amazing."

Elsa cried out, tensing against him, nearly ripping her shirt as she struggled with another contraction. Alarik held her hands, blew on her forehead to try to help her time her breathing, wishing with every ounce of his being that he could take on her pain for himself.

When the contraction passed, Elsa surprised him with a desperate wail. 

"Make it stop! I can't do this, I can't!"

From the foot of the bed, Olaf stood upright, his screen flickering on, and Alarik looked up to see himself, albeit six months previously. His memory stirred- sitting on his workbench, worried about Elsa. Asking Olaf for help.

He'd been surprised when Olaf suggested practicing. 

The words came back to him, and he rested his hands on Elsa's shoulders, looking her in the eyes and echoing the words he'd spoken six months ago.

"Darling, I know you're scared, but you can do this. You're the bravest person I've ever known. I'm not giving up on you, so don't you dare give up on me."

He pressed his forehead to hers. "The baby needs you. Don't give up on us."

In his periphery, he saw Olaf's screen go black. Alarik used his thumb to wipe the tears that trickled down Elsa's face. She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath, then rolled onto her back, nodding to Olaf. 

"How… how… much longer?"

Olaf crouched, checking between her legs. "Perhaps less than an hour. 7 centimeters dilated!"

Elsa gestured for Anna to come to her other side, then grabbed both hers and Alarik's hands. 

"Hold me."

"Always." They echoed in unison. 

……….

Olaf's calculation was off- it took over two hours. 

Elsa clenched and cried, clinging to Alarik one moment, cursing him the next. For his part, Alarik held her when she needed to be held, gave her space when she railed at him. It was all he could do, even though he desperately wished to take her pain on himself. 

Despite it all, he found himself marveling at the beauty of it all- the strength and courage Elsa exuded in each moment, even as her own body caused her such agony. He knew her fear, and yet she faced it and continued. 

"It's time to push!" Olaf chirped. 

Elsa made a gasping cry, as if she lacked the energy for a true scream. She looked desperate, and Alarik knew she wasn't sure she had the strength left to push. He wrapped her fingers around his hand, brushing his lips across her knuckles. 

"You can do this Elsa. You're pushing now- working with your body. Let's meet our baby." 

Elsa whimpered, and Alarik had an idea. He maneuvered himself into bed behind her, letting her rest against his chest, offering his arms for support. Elsa gripped his hands, drew in a breath, and he felt her body tense as she pushed. 

And again, and again. 

Alarik's hands went numb with Elsa's grip on them, but he neither complained, nor made any effort to shift them. He only spoke words of encouragement, reminded her to breathe, and stayed silent when she growled at him to do so. Anna alternated between feeding Elsa ice chips, wiping her brow, and checking on her progress with Olaf.

"Elsa, that's the head! You're almost there!" Anna rushed back to the head of the bed, dipping the washcloth in water and wiping Elsa's face. "Almost there, okay?"

Elsa nodded, and Alarik suspected she had little energy for much else. Then she threw her head back and wailed, back arched and eyes closed. The cry went on for far longer than Alarik could have imagined it to go. He gritted his teeth, feeling tears streaming down his face. 

Elsa sagged against him, gasping for air, and Anna made a strange, strangled noise.

A new cry, high and shrill, pierced the air. 

“Time of birth, 11:11 PM of May fifth! Infant is 7 pounds, 8 ounces!” 

There in Olaf's red-streaked hands lay the squirming baby, eyes closed tight, mouth open in a howl. Anna rushed to Olaf's side, spreading a towel across her arms before taking the baby from him and wiping the mess of birth clear. She carefully laid the still-squalling bundle on Elsa's skin.  

"Here she is."

"She?" Elsa's arms tucked around the baby, holding her close. 

Anna leapt back with a squeal, clapping her hands and bouncing in place. "SHE! You have a beautiful little girl! I'M AN AUNTIE!"

Olaf was standing still, his eyes trained on the baby, and Alarik knew he was completing a scan. "Everything is normal, and the baby is in perfect health. Congratulations!"

……..

He had made it. He was alive.

And most importantly, he'd made it home in time to welcome his- their- daughter into the world. 

Daughter. The word filled him with immeasurable delight. His red curls and long ears, Elsa's round face and blue eyes, although Elsa said she could see flecks of green in them. 

Little Johanna Maria, named after Elsa's grandmother. Jenny for short- Anna claimed the name was "too much for such a little thing." 

Now Jenny was nursing, the soft sounds of her suckling as sweet as a lullaby. Yet another task that Elsa had taken to naturally- feeding Jenny had seemed almost instinctual to her. 

He didn't know he was crying until Elsa offered him a tissue.

"Sorry."

She shook her head, using her thumb to brush away a tear he missed. "Don't be." Her voice was still raspy from screaming. "It's… it's been a lot." 

He shifted so he could wrap his arms around them, burying his face in her hair, breathing in the scent he once thought he would never smell again. Elsa nestled against him, humming softly, taking one of his arms and tucking it under Jenny.

"All that matters is you're here."

They sat in companionable silence for a bit, until Jenny finished nursing, having fallen asleep, milk dribbling down her chin. Alarik chuckled and took her in his arms, allowing Elsa to tidy up while he burped Jenny. As he did so, he caught sight of Olaf, in sleep mode but still standing, charging at his station. 

"Darling?"

She smiled at the word, looking back at him with the brilliant blue eyes he so loved.

"Are you satisfied with your care?"

Elsa settled back next to him, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to the nub of his missing finger, then to Jenny's head.

"I am satisfied with my care."

[fawning4u]

Eu juro que vi SKELETON 11 lá no píer de Santa Monica! FAWN ALAN-FITZROY é uma MULHER CISGÊNERO de 23 anos. pelo que eu soube, ela estuda BOTÂNICA na universidade. Dizem que FAWNIE é muito OBSERVADORA, mas também pode ser um pouco DESCONFIADA. Na luz do sol da California, se parece bastante com OLIVIA SCOTT WELCH.

Astrologia, óleos essenciais, cheiro de incenso pela casa, amante da natureza, conexão espiritual com o universo.

tudo em cima? tá precisando de conselho e não sabe o que fazer? a fawn faz uma leitura para você, as cartas te dizem! quer uma explicação para o estado das coisas? os astros explicam. a energia tá pesada? a fawn ajuda! beijinho na testa? temos também. 

seja para uma leitura de tarot, cristais de proteção, rolês veganos em carros elétricos ou filmes de todos os gêneros, fawn está aqui para fazer companhia. apesar de ser quieta e observadora, ama a companhia dos amigos e está sempre topando fazer alguma coisa, desde que não fuja muito de sua zona de conforto. é adepta a yoga e pilates, trilhas e longas caminhadas na praia.  

filha única e adotada de um casal cujo casamento acabou por estagnar, fawn foi criada com muito amor e atenção. apesar disso, tem muitos problemas relacionados a abandono por causa de sua família biológica, então sempre teme mudança. nesse momento, ela está sendo confrontada com o fato de que ela e todos os amigos vão ter que virar de alguma maneira membros produtivos da sociedade, e isso assombra seus pensamentos por não saber o que vem pela frente. 

a kinga estuda botânica porque quer ser da perícia forense. afinal, se a natureza não fala, quem falará? ela estagia em um instituto de pesquisa que também serve de museu, trabalhando e aprendendo tanto sobre perícia forense quanto aprofundando-se sobre botânica. 

𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓼: jack hodgins (bones); frances janvier (radio silence) aled last (radio silence, heartsopper); louisa clark (me before you); harper finkle (feiticeiros de waverly place);

CONEXÕES ESTABELECIDAS 

(podem afetar ou não como seu personagem se relaciona com fawn)

SKELETON

@wrenken​ a metade da laranja. a tampa do penico. a cara metade. irmã de outra mãe. manteiga do pão. são inseparáveis e, apesar de todas as suas diferenças

@j4sminech01​ REJEITOU FAWN ROMANTICAMENTE, cerca de um ano e meio atrás. mas ela não guarda mágoa, nem tudo pode ser às mil maravilhas. hoje em dia, fawn superou.

ACASOS DO DESTINO

@gabriellc​ foi o primeiro amoro de gabi, no primeiro ano do ensino médio. ficaram juntas por apenas um ano, e hoje em dia a relação delas está normal, amigável. 

@ezzekiel um amigo muito próximo. se aproximaram na época que ele namorou com sua melhor amiga, wren, e se deram muito bem. 

@demcnick namoraram por cerca de um ano, em algum momento do final do senior year (terceiro ano do ensino médio), até quase o fim do primeiro ano da faculdade. relacionamento conturbado. 

HEADCANONS

é taurina, nascida em 19 de maio de 2000.

nasceu em reno, em nevada. está no orfanato desde os dois anos de idade, e não lembra de nada sobre seus pais biológicos. também não sabe como foi parar em um orfanato em los angeles. 

é panssexual.

ama muito os pais e é extremamente grata por tudo que fizeram por ela. sabe que não seria pessoa que é sem eles e suas tendências hippies e, mesmo que tenha saído de casa, tem dias fixos em que se encontra com eles, separadamente mas também em conjunto, porque sente falta deles. na segunda, faz aula de spinning com a mãe depois do estágio. na quarta, eles tem um jantar em família na casa em que fawn cresceu. no domingo, ela assiste um filme com o pai. 

futuramente, morará com a melhor amiga, wren. 

toca violino e faz pintura (á óleo, guache, nanquim, aquarela...)

tem um cachorro e dois gatos, todas do sexo feminino. seus nomes são inspirados nas netas das bruxas que vocês não conseguiram queimar trix de o clube das winx. icy é uma samoieda de dois anos que pesa 20 quilos. darcy é uma gata sphyx de um ano. e stormy é uma gata cinza de pelo curto inglesa, de seis anos. a mais velha das três, que entrou em sua vida no último ano do ensino médio. seu pai é quem sente mais falta dela.

dirige o mesmo carro elétrico desde que ganhou ele aos 16 anos de idade, um renault zoe (não tem dinheiro para um tesla, mas mesmo que tivesse, se recusa a dar qualquer tipo de dinheiro para o elon musk. não basta ele ter acabado com tudo que é bom? (se casado com a grimes para depois se separar))

além de plantas, ela também gosta muito de insetos e penou para escolher qual dos dois escolher. quer tentar um doutorado em entomologia mais futuramente, quem sabe outro em mineralogia também. 

[kvetchs]

hey neta, what are your favorite songs off of the beach boys album holland?

i’d say sail on sailor, california saga(california), leaving this town, & funky pretty!!! :) i also like the spoken word pied piper/transistor radio ending part but i wouldn’t call it my favorite on the album

[neonbutterfly2]

estaba escuchando música en aleatorio, empezó a sonar radio de Lana del rey y neta que mi depresión incrementó en un 25%

[pupuseriazag]

Miren, yo mañana no voy a ir a votar la neta porque aja, ninguno me ha convencido y la gente que sigo de donde me informo de muchas cosas tampoco han hecho un buen trabajo informando de quien podria ser una buena opcion de votar a pesar que se siente que fraude electoral va a haber porque latam vea.

Pero hoy de la nada me esta saliendo que muches van a votar por el chino flores?? Y yo sin contexto y sin na de info man y que propuestas ha dado o quien putas es.

Y segun estoy viendo es que nuchos tampoco saben. Solo van a votar por alguien porque no gane bukele y osea, ustedes saben que aqui don pendejo es ultra anti bukele y yo lo puteo y a su gabinete lunes a domingo a cualquier hora... Pero que triste esta la situacion que le tenemos que delegar el pedo del pais a un maje cualquiera solo por evitar otros 5 años de bukele.

Ando leyendo un poco la entrevista que le hiso un periodico y no les voy a mentir, seguridad seguridad del todo no me da. Desde que paso lo de bukele y como su campaña se fue principalmente en viralidad y caerle bien a la gente con su "carisma" hiso que ahora estemos en un regimen cabron que se podria ampliar hasta 2029.

Y darle el poder a cualquier tonto ya sabemos que sucede.

Si esta medio raro que su estrategia es literalmente no decirte nada de que planea hacer si llegara a ser presidente y muchas de las respuestas que dio son "yo pa que opino de eso, yo no andaba metido en ese pedo" y supongo que es la razon por la que no se le ha dado mayor reelevancia en noticias (noticias me refiero a cualquier cosa que me llegue a mis oidos sin que yo activamente lo busque y se haga conocimiento general de la gente del pais)

Respeto su... honestidad? De no querer tocar ciertos temas que usualmente cualquier otro politico aprovecha pa sacar la Pajistica™️ Y decir mil y un mierdas que disque hara para justificar que es amigo del pueblo (especialmente tocar esos temas que sabe que la poblacion quiere que un politico toque y asi creer que dicho politico "tiene interes" en ayudar) pero al mismo tiempo genera una inseguridad de que no sabemos que putas planea hacer si se le da el chance de ganar las elecciones

Tambien respeto su postura de no pedir financiacion ni tampoco aceptar dinero de funcionarios (segun sus propias palabras tho, no se si hay pruebas que digan lo contrario aunque se nota que no ha habido casi que ni spots en radios ni carteles habia visto de este señor, si te vas alla por metro por el flor blanca es todo un bloque de bukele)

Tengo que admitir que es interesante ver su manera de distanciar el fmln con todo el chingasal de politicos y presidentes corruptos que se ha visto dentro de este, se ve que este señor quiere quiza rebrandear (en un sentido muy chikito verda). Y tambien respeto su determinacion que el no se va a ir del frente esten en buenos o malos momentos, its a choice but hey, im not him.

Voy leyendo la tercera entrevista a este señor y pos... La neta puntos ha dicho si. Pero todavia se siente como una apuesta peligrosa votar al fmln despues de lo que paso con funes y los demas que le siguieron verda, y de igual manera, dudo ir a votar si ya le dije a mi mama antes que no iria y cuando le comente lo que la gente andaba poniendo de ir a votar por el fmln inmediatamente me dijo que no que pa que "vamos a retroceder" y que pa eso mejor voten al actual (pesima opinion, yo se)

Me sentiria culpable si le dan la victoria y resulta ser alguien peor que bukele y tener que elegir "entre dos males" es algo que aborresco (de por si ya vivo dia con dia arrepintiendome de votar por bukele en 2019) pero supongo que si me llevan a hacerlo seria a quien votara o en todo caso escribo alguna pendejada en la papeleta :p

Por si tienen interes en leer las entrevistas que he leido aqui se las pongo:

https://elfaro.net/es/202310/el_salvador/27112/manuel-flores-no-es-necesario-ganar-elecciones-para-transformar-un-pais

https://gatoencerrado.news/2023/05/28/manuel-flores-el-pueblo-va-a-financiar-nuestra-campana-presidencial/

https://gatoencerrado.news/2023/11/14/que-culpa-tiene-fmln-de-que-alguien-haya-cometido-corrupcion-muchos-se-fueron-para-nuevas-ideas/

[gonzalo-obes]

IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL DIA 12 DE DICIEMBRE DE 2023

Día Internacional de la Cobertura Sanitaria Universal, Día Internacional de la Neutralidad, Día Internacional del Lince Ibérico, Día Mundial de la Disfagia, Año Internacional del Mijo y Año Internacional del Diálogo como Garantía de Paz.

San Hermógenes, Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, Santa Juana de Chantal y Santa Mercuria.

Tal día como hoy en el año 2022

Científicos de un laboratorio de EE.UU. logran por primera vez una reacción de fusión nuclear con una ganancia neta de energía, un 50% más de la dedicada a generar el proceso. Es un gran avance. El mundo camina hacia la energía limpia e inagotable. (Hace 1 año)

2015

Con la presencia de delegaciones de 195 países, se cierra en París (Francia) la Cumbre del Clima, inaugurada con mucho boato el pasado 30 de noviembre con la asistencia de 150 jefes de Estado o de gobierno, precisamente en el año más cálido desde que se toman registros de temperatura global. En el día de hoy se llega a un acuerdo internacional para la reducción de los gases de efecto invernadero, incluidas las grandes potencias. El objetivo principal es limitar el aumento de la temperatura global en menos de 2º C, con respecto a los niveles preindustriales, al finalizar este siglo. El acuerdo, claramente insuficiente, establece que, lo antes posible, todos los países deberán alcanzar un techo en las emisiones de gases de efecto invernadero. (Hace 8 años)

1963

Kenia se independiza del Reino Unido. El partido "Kenya African National Union" de Jomo Kenyatta será la fuerza política que forme el primer gobierno independiente y Kenyatta será el máximo dirigente del país. (Hace 60 años)

1936

Tiene lugar el conocido como "incidente de Sian" al secuestrar Chang Hsueh-liang al líder nacionalista chino Chiang Kai-shek, obligándolo a poner fin a la guerra civil contra los comunistas para formar una alianza contra los invasores japoneses. Esta acción convertirá a Chang en héroe nacional. Posteriormente, Chang se entregará al entonces Presidente Chiang Kai-shek, pensando que mostrando arrepentimiento sólo le aplicarían una pena simbólica, pero, sin embargo, sufrirá como castigo pasar los restantes años de su vida bajo arresto domiciliario, hasta 1991 en que será puesto en libertad. Morirá en 2001 en su retiro en la isla de Hawái, con 101 años de edad. (Hace 87 años)

1914

En España se publica la primera edición, compuesta por 63 capítulos, de la narración lírica "Platero y yo", del poeta español Juan Ramón Jiménez. Pese a su éxito, Juan Ramón no queda satisfecho ni con lo escrito ni con las ilustraciones que aparecen en el libro por lo que, en 1917, publicará la edición completa, con 138 capítulos. Con el tiempo se convertirá en uno de los textos más leídos de la literatura universal y será la tercera obra más traducida a diferentes idiomas y lenguajes del mundo después de la "Biblia" y "El Quijote". (Hace 109 años)

1911

En la India, el rey Jorge V de Inglaterra funda la ciudad de Nueva Delhi, estableciendo allí la sede del Gobierno colonial británico en lugar de en Calcuta como hasta ahora. (Hace 112 años)

1901

En Terranova (Canadá) Guglielmo Marconi, físico italiano, recibe la primera transmisión de radio entre dos continentes. La señal que le envían desde Inglaterra, la letra "M" de Marconi en Código Morse (dos rayas), ha cruzado el Océano Atlántico desde Cornualles (Reino Unido), a unos 3.200 km de distancia. Con este logro consigue acallar a aquellos que argumentan que la curvatura de la tierra limitará la transmisión a unos 320 km aproximadamente. Este hecho será noticia destacada en los periódicos y en 1909 recibirá el Premio Nobel de Física. (Hace 122 años)

1846

Nueva Granada (actuales Colombia y Panamá) y Estados Unidos firman el Tratado Bidlack, que garantiza a EE.UU. el derecho de paso a través del Istmo de Panamá, a cambio de una garantía de neutralidad para el istmo y la soberanía de Nueva Granada. (Hace 177 años)

1575

Los colonizadores del valle de Nuestra Señora, en México, que se encuentran continuamente hostilizados por los chichimecas, al considerarlos invasores, han solicitado a las autoridades virreinales la fundación de una población para protegerse. En el día de hoy el Virrey de la Nueva España, Martín Enríquez de Almanza, expide un decreto concediéndoles la fundación de un asentamiento en el llamado Valle de Señora, en las tierras de Juan de Jasso, compañero de Hernán Cortés. El decreto se cumplirá el 20 de enero de 1576 por el capitán Juan Alonso de la Torre, Juan Bautista de Orozco y un grupo de colonos españoles e indígenas, los cuales fundarán la Villa de León realizando el trazado de la misma e instalando su primer ayuntamiento. Se le otorga este nombre por ser, probablemente, el lugar de origen del Virrey, la provincia de León, en Castilla (España). (Hace 448 años)

1098

Durante la Primera Cruzada, tras muchos días de asedio los ejércitos de Raimundo IV de Tolosa y Bohemundo, toman la ciudad de Ma'arrat al Numan, en la actual Siria, al lograr derribar los zapadores un gran bloque de la muralla. Los habitantes que aún quedan en la localidad creen salvar sus vidas tras pagar un fuerte rescate. Pero al amanecer del día siguiente, los francos tomarán sus espadas y masacrarán a unos 20.000 habitantes. La ocupación de la ciudad durará 33 días durante los cuales arrasarán con todo, hasta convertirla en insignificantes ruinas. (Hace 925 años

[triplenlace]

Examen de Principios de Química y Estructura - Febrero 2011 (1s) | Soluciones de las preguntas 13 y 14

Ver el examen completo (TEMA 7) 13. Una de las siguientes proposiciones generales sobre el tamaño de los iones es falsa: (A). Un ion positivo tiene menor tamaño que un átomo neutro.(B). Dados dos iones isoelectrónicos positivos, tiene menor radio el que tiene mayor carga positiva neta.(C). Dados dos iones positivos del mismo elemento, tiene menor radio el que tiene mayor carga positiva…

[yesyourstalker]

assuming in th store they dont just play some radio station but have their own playlists playing i do think theres quite the difference in music when neta is there and when he isnt. like for example octavio or turqoise october only playing when neta isnt there. or something like that. my thoughts arent very coherent rn i passed out a bit ago and am VERY nauseous rn

How it works is he has speakers hooked up to either a phone or an mp3, He downloads new music every other month that it comes out. The mall offered him a radio station with pre-recorded music but he wasn't able to choose which artist he wanted to play, just the genre.

DJ Octavio and turquoise October are banned from his store completely. Even if he's there or not, it's not allowed in his store. If it triggers him then it's probably gonna trigger some one else and he doesn't want that happening.

Besides that he's a big advocate for octolings in the music world so he plays any music with octolings in it. Damp socks, Yoko and the golden bazookas, diss-pair, even some of Warabi's early work If it features an octarian He's going to play it.

He bought a LED post screen that shows what's playing, who the artist is and some facts about their lives.

The only thing he doesn't play when he's in the store is DJ dead-fish he had friends who were sanitized against their will and as punishment and knowing someone did it willingly rubs him the wrong way it can play in his store just when he's not here

[lerosarie]

El otro día que estaba lloviendo y un compañero nos acercó a mi y a mí compañera al estudio azteca. Y y yo así bien volada por qué traía hartas canciones de Pxndx :D ✨ iba cante y cante yo solita cuando me iba de la conversación que teníamos lxs 3, por qué neta me sentí happy de que pusieran Pxndx sin que yo dijera pónganlo (aunque nunca lo he hecho desde una vez que me vieron feo en la prepa solo al saber que me gustaba e.e). En fin! Le dije que me gustaba harto y que perdón si me iba de la conversación 😂, por suerte seguía hablando con mi compañera xD .

Y hey! No ma! Hoy pusieron a Pxndx en las bocinas que son para toda la empresa :D ✨ yo estaba así trabajando y de repente fue como 😱 hey!!No es la radio! Es Pxndx! :D (generalmente tienen la radio) y y aaaaa hasta quite el podcast que estaba oyendo en mis audífonos y neta si motiva y es un bonito detalle 🥰✨

Hace mucho tiempo este mismo compañero que pone la música mi compañera le comento de unas rolas que le gustaban e igual las puso. Ya sentí lo que se siente ese detalle tan pequeño pero bonito es así de ah :3

Si si, como la música impacta a lxs trabajadores :3 ok ya

[homestuck-human-generator]

Name: Ms. Neta Coppola Color: Dark Brown #654321 Symbol: defaced skaia Strife Specibus: sicklekind Handle: tanCompost Animal: chimpanzee Pronouns: ce/cer/ces/ces/ceself Age: 12 Birthday: 332th day of the year Sexuality: m4m Interests: music and radio-controlled model collecting Dream Moon: prospit Classpect: Witch of Time Land: Land of Chimes and Ruby, a thoughtful place, with aggressive Eastern Spiny Softshell Turtle consorts. It is a place full of windchimes and peeping stones that watch the player. Adrastea can't wait to meet the player. Instrument: sarod via homestuck-human-generator https://ift.tt/n4m0fAt

[infraredmag]

Michael Johnathon Kicks Off 2023 With Release Of 20th Album; Next Season Of WoodSongs; New WoodSongs Kids Radio & Public TV Series; National SongFarmers Gathering; & Public TV Broadcast Of Walden: The Ballad Of Thoreau

WoodSongs Kids – ‘Mr. Rogers meets the Grand Ole Opry” Affiliate information online at woodsongs.com/kids_affiliate or waldenplay.com & NETA for PBS broadcast affiliates, & PRX for public radio 20th studio album ‘Garden Of Silence’ available March 24; preview at MichaelJohnathon.com/GardenofSilence & pre-save at orcd.co/gardenofsilence  Read the first album review of ‘Garden Of…

[zertarap]

🇲🇽 México! el MARTES 30 Sintonicen #NetaRadio http://mixlr.com/netaradio A las 20:30hrs 🇬🇹 19:30 🇨🇴 20:30 . Podrán escuchar el Ep #DisparoZertero y conocerán más de mí, los espero en sintonía. 📻 . #Mexico #Guatemala #ep #DisparoZertero #art #rap #urban #music #song #neta #radio #zerta (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0T47ijl-GA/?igshid=1391tovr4ptdl