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A me fa crepare sta cosa raga ma lui mica ha il divieto di fare soldi con la musica tipo
#mo diventa di nuovo ricco e stiamo punto e a capi#*capo#tvb erry non so ancora perché mi segui su ig#ti ho ricambiato il follow dopo mesi
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you know the drill
@its-green-tea ti chiamo alle armi soldato
Italian literature tournament - Fourth round.
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Propaganda in support of the authors is accepted, you can write it both in the tag if reblog the poll (explaining maybe that is propaganda and you want to see posted) or in the comments. Every few days it will be recollected and posted here under the cut.
#in the next days I’ll do some propaganda#domani devo proprio andare a prendere 5 libri su di lei che ho prenotato#ce voi avete fatto passare la Deledda contro Machiavelli…e mo vorreste far passare lui contro Gaspara?? nahh#Gaspara posting#gaspara stampa#italian literature tournament
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#anon… purtroppo non credo di essere d’accordo#capisco che noi vogliamo trovare oer forza il motivo per cui louis si comporti così in quello che noi conosciamo#cioè i duplici lutti ravvicinati etc#ma non sappiamo#io penso che ci siano molti fattori che lui non sappia gestire#per esempio i continui confronti con gli altri nella band sappiamo chi in particolare#credo che viva molto male il fatto di non essere completamente libero#e di non avere supporto in un mondo che è praticamente fatto di squali#io penso che deve un attimino ridimensionare questi aspetti#e capire che non c’è proprio nessuna cosa piacevole nell’incoraggiare il consumo di droghe e alcol e fumo in questo modo#in un pubblico costituito prevalentamente da teenagers#perché andava bene fino a quando non era così forte#mo è arrivato a essere esagerato e al limite del sopportabile#esagerato nel senso che di esasperante#tipo che ti fa pensare ‘vabbe ho capito fumo alcol e rock&roll ma mo dimmi pure altro’#dicevo solo che non sono d’accordo per il ruolo da salvatrice che hai affidato a jay#ma io ho le mie opinioni su di lei e rimarranno mie perché sono veeeery controversial#tipo che è stata lei a incoraggiare lottie a seguire i 1D quindi sul fatto che le cose sarebbero diverse… ho dei dubbi diciamo cosi#a ogni modo capisco e in parte condivido la tua frustrazione!#torna pure a sfogarti quando vuoi <3
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Hi i loved your
Their reactions of you telling them you want to start trying for a baby!
so much, could you mind writing one with….their reaction if the baby calls them daddah/appa for the first time or calls reader mama? So first place of words and second kind of? ;-)
keep up the good writing
Their reactions of their baby calling them appa for the first time!
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A/N: this made me so happy tyyy ilyyy💞 i also loved this requests so much my heart litereally Melted🥹 I’m writing all of the requests I have so stay tuned if you have requested something I won’t ignore it!!!!! Also requests are open:)
Pairing: Kang dae-ho, Nam-gyu, Thanos (Su Bong)
Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, soft parenting moments, detailed depictions of love and affection, and mentions of struggles with fatherhood and self-worth.
Kang Dae-Ho
Kang Dae-ho spent months preparing for fatherhood. Late-night diaper runs, endless bedtime stories (even when the baby didn’t understand), and early morning singalongs were his new normal.
He loved carrying your baby everywhere — perched on his hip, showing them off to his friends and family. He’d constantly whisper things like, “You’re gonna be so strong and brave like your mom, huh?” or, “Can you say ‘appa’? Come on, say it for me, little one!”
Every time he tried to get the baby to say “appa,” they’d just giggle or babble something unintelligible. He’d laugh it off but secretly felt a tiny pang of disappointment.
It’s late one evening. He’s sitting on the living room floor with your baby balanced on his lap, playing with a colorful toy. You’re nearby, watching the two of them with a fond smile.
Your baby reaches for the toy in Dae-ho’s hands, making their usual happy sounds, but this time, they look straight at him and babble, “Appa!”
He freezes. Completely. His mouth drops open, and he looks at you like, “Did you hear that?”
“Say that again,” he whispers softly, his voice almost trembling. “Can you say ‘appa’ one more time?”
Your baby giggles again and repeats it, more clearly this time: “Appa!”
Dae-ho’s eyes fill with tears instantly. He pulls the baby close to his chest, kissing their tiny head over and over. “You said it… You really said it,” he murmurs.
For the rest of the evening, he’s a blubbering mess, pacing the room and talking about how he’ll never forget this moment.
He tells everyone about it. His sisters get spammed with texts: “They called me appa today. Can you believe it? ME!”
He becomes even more attached to your baby after this. If that’s even possible, since he was already a doting father.
Every time the baby says “appa” now, his face lights up like the sun. He always responds with a big smile, “Yes, I’m your appa!”
Nam Gyu
He’s cautious and quiet in the early stages of fatherhood, unsure how to navigate the chaos of diapers, crying, and sleepless nights. But over time, he starts finding his rhythm.
He’s not the type to baby-talk or coo, but he’s always there — rocking the baby to sleep, cooking meals so you can rest, and pacing the room at 3 AM when the baby won’t stop crying.
He never actively pushes for the baby to call him “appa,” though. It’s something he assumes will happen eventually, but he doesn’t dwell on it.
It’s a quiet afternoon, and you’re all sitting on the floor together. The baby’s crawling toward Nam Gyu, giggling as he holds out his arms to them.
When they reach him, they look up at his face and blurt out, “Appa!”
He freezes, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he breaks into a soft, almost shy smile. “Did you just…?”
The baby says it again, and Nam Gyu lets out a soft laugh, pulling them into his arms. “Appa,” he repeats quietly, like he’s testing the word out for himself.
He doesn’t make a big show of it, but you catch him smiling to himself for the rest of the day.
That night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you hear him whisper to the baby, “I’ll do my best to be a good appa for you. I promise.”
He’s a little more confident in his role as a father after this moment, more willing to let himself be vulnerable and affectionate around the baby.
Thanos (Su-bong)
Thanos is awkward but deeply devoted as a dad. He doesn’t always know what he’s doing, but he throws himself into it wholeheartedly.
He spends hours talking to the baby, telling them stories about his life and making ridiculous faces to get them to laugh.
He jokingly refers to himself as “the best appa in the world” but secretly wonders if he’s doing enough.
One evening, he’s holding the baby while pacing the room, trying to calm them down after a fussy day.
He’s muttering under his breath, “Come on, little one. You’ve got to give your old man a break here.”
Suddenly, the baby looks up at him with wide eyes and says, “Appa.”
He stops dead in his tracks, staring at the baby like they’ve just revealed the secrets of the universe. “What did you just say?”
The baby says it again, and Thanos lets out a deep, joyful laugh, tears brimming in his eyes. “That’s right,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your appa.”
He spends the next hour walking around the house, holding the baby close and repeating, “You said it! You called me appa!”
He’s insufferably proud after this, bragging to anyone who will listen. “My kid’s a genius,” he tells his friends. “First word? Appa. That’s my kid, alright.”
But in private, he’s deeply moved. You catch him staring at the baby sometimes, his expression soft and vulnerable.
He becomes even more protective and loving, constantly reminding you both how much you mean to him.
#kang dae ho#kang dae ho x reader#squid game#squid game 2#squid game x reader#squid game 2 x reader#nam gyu x reader#nam gyu#thanos squid game#thanos#thanos x reader#nam gyu squid game
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Lo pubblico qui, caso mai dovesse servire a qualcuno.
E' sempre la storia del backup, partita anni fa in maniera completamente diversa, perché mi ero messo in testa di fare la app Android di Tumblr (per chi mi segue dal 2019, si ricorderà di Rumble), ma dopo tanto studio sulle API capii che non era proprio fisicamente possibile riuscire nell'impresa, e recuperai tutto il codice scritto per farmi dei programmi di gestione del mio blog, che tuttora uso, tra cui la possibilità di fare in autonomia (e ne ho fatti tanti anche a voi) il backup del blog, soprattutto negli anni dove con Tumblr non ne voleva sapere di funzionare.
Il problema di una app che fa il backup, così come fare il backup tramite Tumblr, è che ogni volta devi ricordarti di usarla, ed è una rottura di cazzi, diciamocelo, io per primo me lo dimentico, col risultato che passano i mesi e l'ultimo backup magari risale ad un anno fa.
Fortuna che la mamma ha speso tanti soldi per farmi studiare, e l'impulso a risolvere il problema l'ho avuto quando ho acquistato l'anno scorso come regalo per Natale un ben Synology DS223j, e mi son detto "ma questo è un aggeggio che mi fa i backup di tutto, se modifico tutto quello che ho fatto per tirarne fuori un giocattolino piccolo piccolo che gira ogni sera su questo bagaglio e mi fa il backup direttamente sui miei dischi, beh, siamo ad asino", e quindi
Non è della serie "scarica ed esegui", eh, però ho provato a documentarne l'uso, per chi si vuole cimentare, e si accettano ovviamente critiche e consigli (e anche modifiche!)
Mo' ogni notte questo gingillo gira e mi fa il backup incrementale delle ultime modifiche dei 3 blog che ho.
Insomma, per la serie, fallimento di Tumblr non ti temo.
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ceh ho visto il tiktok di un cristiano (o anche no che cazzo ne so in cosa crede o non crede) in cui praticament, riassumendo, dice che ha conosciuto la sua fidanzata perché lavorava come commesso a palermo e lei (milanese) era lì in vacanza, si guardano e scatta sta scintilla ma lui non riesce manco a presentarsi perché lei deve scappare a prendere l’aereo, perde la speranza perché giustamente tu a palermo comm sfaccimm fai ad acchiappare una turista milanese di cui non sai nulla, MA e c’è un MA, questa lo vede nei per te su tiktok e lo contatta dicendogli “ciao sono la ragazza di un mese fa ti ricordi di me?”, iniziano a parlare, si danno appuntamento a napoli e si innamorano perdutamente
ceh mo cu tutt o ben però c cazz mi viene da dire ma comm è possibile una cosa del genere, voglio capire il destino, il fato, qualsiasi cosa però veramente c cazz, solo io evidentemente ho il destino sfaticato perché ne possibil
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3️⃣9️⃣ Russian Expressions for Discussion and Debate 💬
Here’s a comprehensive list of Russian phrases for discussions, arguments, and debates. Perfect for refining your fluency, impressing your friends, or diving into deep conversations! 🗣✨
🗨️ Main Expressions
Why? Зачем? [za-chem]
Let's step back a little bit. Давайте оставим эту тему. [da-vai-te a-sta-vim e-tu te-mu]
Let's see. Давай разберёмся. [da-vai raz-be-ryom-sya]
Of what you speak? О чём ты говоришь? [a chyom ty ga-vo-rish?
Where are you going with this? К чему ты клонишь? [k che-mu ty klo-nish]
Your question is not relevant to the subject. Ваш вопрос не относится к теме. [vash va-pros ne ot-no-sit-sya k te-me]
That proves nothing. Это ничего не доказывает. [e-ta ni-che-vo ne do-ka-zy-va-et]
That's pretty good, but… Это всё очень хорошо, но… [e-ta vsyo o-chen' ha-ra-sho, no…]
Well, what is it? Ну и что же это? [nu i chto zhe e-ta?
Believe you me! Можешь мне поверить! [mo-zhesh mnye pa-ve-rit']
💡 Practical Phrases
So what about it? И что из этого? [i chto iz e-ta-va]
I don't know. Понятия не имею. [pa-nyat-ya ne i-me-yu]
I'd like to know. Хотел бы я знать. [ho-tyel by ya znat']
I don't care. Меня не волнует. [me-nya ne vol-nu-et]
It doesn't matter. Это не важно. [e-ta ne vazh-na]
I don't care. Мне без разницы. [mnye bez raz-ni-tsy]
That's up to you. Решай сам. [re-shai sam]
It's none of your business! Не твое дело! [ne tva-yo dye-la]
Mind your own business. Занимайся своим делом. [za-ni-mai-sya svo-im dye-lom]
I don't know. Не знаю. [ne zna-yu]
❗ Emotional Reactions
This is inappropriate. Это неуместно. [e-ta ne-u-mes-tna]
This is a waste of time. Это трата времени. [e-ta tra-ta vre-me-ni]
It's a lie. Это ложь. [e-ta lozh]
It doesn't make sense. Это не имеет смысла. [e-ta ne i-me-yet smys-la]
It's the first time I've heard. Первый раз слышу. [pyer-vyy raz sly-shu]
That's enough about that. Довольно об этом. [da-vol-na ab e-tam]
I'm serious! Я серьёзно! [ya se-r'yoz-na!]
📖 More Advanced Phrases
I disagree. Я не согласен/согласна. [ya ne sa-gla-sen/sa-gla-sna]
Let's look at it from another perspective. Давайте посмотрим на это с другой стороны. [da-vai-te pos-mo-trim na e-ta s dru-goj sto-ra-nyi]
This is a controversial question. Это спорный вопрос. [e-ta spor-nyy va-pros]
I need to think this over. Мне нужно обдумать это. [mnye nu-zhnah ab-du-mat' e-ta]
Let me explain my point of view. Позвольте мне объяснить свою точку зрения. [poz-vol-te mnye ob-yas-nit' svo-yoo toch-ku zre-ni-ya]
It's not so straightforward here. Тут всё не так однозначно. [tut vsyo ne tak od-no-znach-na]
What do you propose to solve this? А как вы предполагаете решить это? [a kak vy pred-pa-la-gai-ye te re-shit' e-ta]
Let’s get back to the point. Давайте вернёмся к сути. [da-vai-te ver-nyom-sya k su-ti]
It seems to me you're missing the point. Мне кажется, вы упускаете суть. [mnye ka-zhets-ya, vy up-pus-ka-yet-ye su-t]
That’s not entirely true. Это не совсем так. [e-ta ne sov-sem tak]
We're forgetting an important detail. Мы забываем о важной детали. [my za-by-va-yem o vazh-noj de-ta-li]
What if we look at it differently? А если посмотреть на это иначе? [a yesly pos-mo-tret' na e-ta i-na-che]
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Ma se pò campà co' 'sta paura sul collo che scoppia 'na guerra mondiale da un momento all'altro?
Io non ci credo ma la tensione resta, anche perché non trovi più una notizia positiva da leggere per tirare un sospiro di sollievo, solo roba deprimente. Secondo gli analisti più guerrafondai in qualche modo moriremo tutti se non armiamo l'Ucraina, "mo me lo segno" avrebbe detto Troisi, uccellacci del malaugurio sempre presenti in televisione, qualcuno di questi ha detto: "preparatevi alla guerra se volete la pace", ma cosi, di punto in bianco? Mica ogni giorno ci siamo allenati a sparare contro le sagome dei possibili nemici. E poi in che modo mi devo preparare? Comincio a litigare con il mio vicino di casa o mi armo di vaffanculo per l'ENEL?
Non ho fatto nemmeno il militare, esonerato perche' orfano di padre. Io sono un tipo tranquillo, non credo di avere nemici, di armi e bombe a mano non capisco nulla, l'ultima volta che ho giocato a freccette, in un villaggio turistico, sono ancora in causa con un tizio che prendeva il sole con un costume a cerchi colorati! Questo governo fara' partire corsi di formazione per pistoleri occupabili? E che dire dei virus sempre in agguato? Non passa giorno che i giornali non scrivano di nuove pandemie in arrivo. Un futuro da immaginare con infermieri con la siringa del vaccino nella mano destra e il fucile nelle sinistra, guerre e pandemie da combattere, per non parlare delle zanzare, ogni volta ne arriva qualcuna che trasmette malattie, allora ti devi armare di unguenti repellenti e allenarti a tirare pantofole su ogni piccolo segno scuro alla parete o prenderti a schiaffi appena senti un ronzio sospetto all'orecchio!
Praticamente, per chi comanda, devi solo scegliere come morire: sparato, infettato o punto da una zanzara del cazzo. Futuro di cacca! @ilpianistasultetto
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e infatti l'associazione con cui dovevo fare un incontro online per spiegare il progetto e tutto mi ha dato buca ma nel senso che dovevamo collegarci per le 15 e di questi nemmeno l'ombra e non rispondono ai messaggi su ig (ovvero l'unico modo che ho per contattarli perché alle mail non rispondono)
quello di stanotte un incubo A L L U C I N A N T E e ovviamente era collegato alla tesi
#sto piangendo interiormente perché se questi non mi danno appiggio. i cpia nemmeno (per ora uno su due mi ha detto no. l'altro lo devo#richiamare domani ma sicuro diranno no). mo restano due arci da contattare su ig (che anche loro ignorano le mail) e poi ho esaurito le#risorse e non so come fare a trovare persone per la sperimentazione.
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Scusate da quando gretaesp si chiama gretad0menica
#censurato perché non sia mai che si cerchi il nick su google#ma non hai più roba in uscita tu tra l'altro?#ti ho vista al cinema tipo due settimane di fila mo sparita
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Danganronpa V3 Chapter 3 Notes: (Daily/Deadly Life)
I've decided to put all my chp.3 notes on one document to keep them together for you guys to easily find! Here it is!
OMGGG THE STUDENT COUNCIL IS SO CUTE! (DRV3) Tsumugi, Tenko, Himiko, Angie, KEEBO!!! My respect for keebo has gone up, he's such a cutie!!!
TSUMUGI IS SO CUTE IN THAT PIC AHH I LOVE HER SMSMSMSMSMSM!!!
It's so sweet that Himiko is actually getting up and helping out! And it's cool Angie is teaching everybody about Atua... even though it's kinda creepy and fishy, it's nice that they're willing to learn.
Uh... Kaito? What's wrong bb, why are you so oddly quiet.... why do you have your hand up to your mouth like that?!
Bro I spent my first FTE with angie and gave her the red beret which she said she loved, but no further interactions were unlocked, and I didn't gain any friendship fragments? Anyway I did a couple more and...
Rare-Pair unlocked ahh moment
Bro are you kidding me I just spent time with Tenko and gave her something she liked and didn't get a fragment :( it's okay, I have another chapter with Angie, Tenko, Tsumugi, Himiko and all the people I want to spend free time with! (I hope...)
Training Trio... duo? Kaito flaked out? Erm what.
"Overthinking things and worrying about what I "need" to do... when I'm with Kaito, I feel like... all of that stuff just fades away." <- Oh, Shuichi I know what you are...
Wait... Kiyotaka Ishimaru is a god???
Tsumugi: "I've been wondering... does Atua have red eyes and hair as black as night?" <- KIYOTAKA??? HUH? HUH?
Angie: "Atua has whatever features you desire." <- Tsumugi and Taka good friends, canon event??? Pre-despair canon no clickbait?!
Tsumugi: "A red-eyed, black haired god.. Ah, what a cool God I have watching me!" <- heh fruity god "When can I meet him!? I want to meet him as soon as possible!" <- Oh... Uh about that...
(After Angie breaks the flashback light):
Angie you're acting too much like a protagonist here... the last person who tried to maintain peace in a Killing Game was Byakuya in SDR2...
Okay but Angies plan for a sacrifice is actually good, if you get somebody like Ryoma who didn't want to live, killing them in the time limit would be easy. She should've kept her plan among the Student Council, though. Because, now everybody knows her plan.
NVM She's reviving Rat-Ho Amami
Rate-Ho getting development caught in 4K? Will he come back and now what his talent is? EXCITING OMGGG!
Wait if Tenko's Atua is handsome like she says, does that make Atua a guy? <- Who Tenko likes?! Augh Tenko pls don't die, it's double murder time I reckon'-
Worrying about the next Victim with Nerd-Cat!:
ERM KAITO WHY ARE YOU ACTING ALL SUS ON ME MAN? DON'T GO DYING PLEASE POOKIE I LOVE YOUUU
Despair Disease coming back? Kaito bb is this what it is? KAITO DON'T HOLD IT IN, YOU HAVE TO TELL ME DUDE, PLEASE?! YOU WEREN'T AT TRAINING BB, DON'T GO OFF KILLING PEOPLE, DON'T DIE YOU HEAR ME DUDE?!
Fte with Kaito and Tsumugi:
KAITO LET ME HANG OUT WITH KAITO GAME, DON'T DO AN ISHIMARU ON ME BITCH LET ME HANG OUT WITH MOMOTA BEFORE HE GETS HIS ASS WHOOPED LET ME HANG OUT WITH KAITO RESS=adspoujwes I WANT TO HANG OUT WITH KAITO MO-
smoogie >:3
Are you fucking kidding me... I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE STUDENT COUNCIL LET ME HANG OUT WITH TSUMUGI TENKO AND ANGIE AUGHHHHH WHO DO I HANG OUT WITH NOW?!
Plan B: (FTEs)
@sleepy-pile-of-ashe told me to hang out with Kokichi this one time, so I'll do that for them :3
(*pulls a hammock out of my ass*) Here Kokichi!
And then I spent time with Maki, because I don't love her, but I want to love her, yk?
She's pretty chill, I feel bad for her. It must be a hard upbringing, but she's alr. :) I like her now after her first FTE.
Afterwards: "O-oh... hey bro perfect timing." Oh. Oh no. MFs who say "bro" don't come back from the KG the same. Oh no Kaito.
Training with Maki:
TENKO BB OMG HIII! ILYSM TENKO UR NOT BRAINWASHED HIIII OMG QWIAUOSDFHFJ
Angie is such a cutie though omg <3
OH MY GOD SHE MADE WAX STATUES OF THE DEAD STUDENTS WHAT THE FUCK THAT SCARED ME SO BAD???
I don't like Himiko x Tenko tho, because Himiko doesn't CARE about Tenko?? Tenko x Angie solos.
"Get mad! Get upset! Yell at me! Just fight back already! Do something!" Oh Tenko... (ishimondo flashbacks* "You are wrong! You have to be wrong! Mondo would never hurt a fly, he'd never murder anyone!" "Bro... bro what's wrong...?")
After trying to get Angie to stop the Seance with Tenko and Maki:
MAKI ROLL?! OMG THATS SO CUTE AHEFWUYAFHBSJWDNKHUEFDB
Oh! Kaito's just scared! Okay we good. (There's an underlying problem here guys, this isn't good but I'll take his fear of ghost stories into accountability.)
"Fear... why am I nervous...?" <- Every danganronpa protagonist before finding a body.
PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE BE SOMEBODY ELSE, ANYBODY ELSE, PLEASE NOT ANGIE PLEASE NOT ANGIE
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Body discovery #1:
ANGIE NO
Investigating/Seance:
I kinda forgot to document the investigation, but the seance is happening.
"Keep your chin up and live life facing forward! Survive with me and everyone else" ... Oh dear. Tenko. Please don't.
"Alright, Himiko! I'll see you later!
Kokichi: "I-I know... it wouldn't be funny if a body discovery announement happened during this."
Tenko: "Please don't jinx us!"
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Tenko: "Understood. I will not say a word until the seance is over!"
Tenko: "Okay, everyone! I'll see you guys after the seance!"
HELL NO SHE DID A RANDY!!! (Scream)
Tenko rn: :,)
(BTW I turned off the bgm for the caged child seance stuff because it'd be a better atmosphere overall.)
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THAT'S CREEPY BRO WHAT THE HELL?!
WHAT WAS THE *THUNK!* NOISE?!?!?!?
Kiyo: "Is the caged child... Angie Yonaga?"
What's...going on...?
Himiko: "What's wrong, why won't Angie answer?"
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There's blood under the cage... there's blood.... oh no... oh no. OH NO. TENKO?
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Okay this is getting long, I'll reblog with the trial notes while I'm doing it. It's gonna be quiet without Angie and tenko but we will live. I'll avenge them :3
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Summary: Vincent struggles to cope with the aftermath of a very significant kill. It doesn't help that he's still concussed, or that Gianna and Mo are so angry with him. Everyone seems to be turning on him at once...
TW: aftermath of a murder, concussion with headache and dizziness, cluster B splitting, Vincent and Chidi arguing
The soundlessness after a kill, even a kill by proxy, was deafening. It spoke into the black sky about a shrinking world, collapsed very slightly by the pressure that the Marquis himself exerted upon it. It spoke, yes, it expressed his influence, his victory, and no one dared interrupt it. Vincent’s heart was the only thing rushing in his ears, besides the distant river. Gianna did not scream, did not cry out, and no one moved. Perhaps a full minute passed before she said anything more.
“Dopo tutto quello che ho fatto per te... ma avrei dovuto saperlo. L'ho visto. La tensione tra voi due. E ora siamo arrivati a questo. [After everything I did for you…but I should have known. I saw it. The tension between you two. And now it’s come to this.]” Her voice was low and trembling and settled below the silence, rather than truly disturbing it.
She was siding with the kidnapper, then. Unbelievable. “Davvero? Hai visto tutto? Hai visto il tuo prezioso fratellino mettere la mano sulla portiera della limousine l'ultima volta che ci siamo incontrati, prima ancora di tirarsi su i pantaloni? Sicuramente l'hai visto mentre mi perseguitava qui. Da quanto tempo ci seguiva? Con l'intento di uccidere nientemeno. Avvicinarsi a un uomo della Tavola Alta con un lanciagranate, con la sua guardia del corpo proprio lì... [Did you really? Did you see everything? Did you see your precious baby brother put his hand over the door of the limo last time we met, before even pulling his pants back up? Surely you saw him stalk me here. How long was he following us? With intent to kill no less. Approaching a man of the High Table with a grenade launcher, with his bodyguard right there…]” Vincent scoffed. “Cosa si aspettava? Ci devono essere delle conseguenze. [What did he expect? There have to be consequences.]”
She just shook her head. “Se solo avessi aspettato. Se mi avessi lasciato parlare con lui... Ma no. Non si può tornare indietro. Spero che tu capisca che questa deve essere la fine di ogni legame amichevole tra noi. [If you would’ve just waited. If you would have let me talk to him…But no. There’s no coming back. I hope you understand that this must be the end of all friendly connection between us.]”
It was, of course. It had to be, with the way she was taking Santino’s side. Yet that didn’t stop the sudden twist in his gut. “SÌ. Suppongo che debba esserlo. [Yes. I suppose it must be],” he said bitterly.
She stepped forward, lips pulled tight and eyes sparkling. “Come osi guardarmi così? Non lo conoscevi da bambino. Non sapevi cosa aveva passato, come era diventato così – [How dare you look at me like that. You didn’t know him as a child. You didn’t know what he’d been through, how he became this way – ]”
“Cosa aveva passato? Cosa aveva passato? Sai cosa mi ha fatto passare!? [What he’d been through? What he’d been through? Do you know what he put ME through!?]”
“Pensi di essere così diverso? [Do you think you’re so different?]”
Vincent drew himself up, suddenly twice as imposing. “È un dato di fatto, lo faccio. [As a matter of fact, I do.]”
“Je pourrais te tuer de la même manière que tu l’as tué. [I could kill you just the same as you’ve killed him.]”
Laughable, really, with Chidi standing between them still wearing the expression of a rabid dog. He shifted to block Vincent bodily from her line of sight. “No, non potresti. [No you couldn’t.]”
At last, her voice raised, flinging itself across the expanse like a slap. “Potrei ma non lo farò! [I could but I won’t!]” She tipped her head back towards the sky so that Chidi’s presence didn’t matter, seeming to cry out to the heavens. “La morte è troppo bella per te, marchese de Gramont. No, non sono arrivato dove sono agendo in modo avventato. Non ti ucciderò. Ti rovinerò. [Death is too good for you, Marquis de Gramont. No, I haven’t gotten to where I am by acting rashly. I will not kill you. I will ruin you.]”
“Ti do il benvenuto per provare. [I welcome you to try],” he spat.
But she ignored him. At last, Chidi had her attention. “E tu! Allontanati dal suo corpo. Ora. [And YOU! Get away from his body. Now.]”
Chidi looked to Vincent and didn’t move until he nodded. “Molto bene, il punto è fatto. Chidi, stiamo partendo. Recuperiamo Mo. [Very well, the point is made. Chidi, we’re leaving. Let’s retrieve Mo.]”
The silence continued in the car. The rush of the whole affair began to wear away, leaving the dull pound of a three-day concussion migraine in its place. And dread. “I will ruin you.” Gianna did not say such things idly, even in anger. She had ways. Her cunning had led him to seek her mentorship, and now the student would be tested against the master. He could not fail. It was bad enough for the relationship to have ended on such dismal terms. For her to view him as strategically incompetent, on top of loathing him…
Mo’s voice at last broke into his thoughts. “Sir, how long…” He seemed to lose his courage for a moment.
“Speak your mind, Mr. Osorio.”
“I want to thank you for this trip, sir. But I’m worried that I’ve been away from my work for too long. I’d like to return home tomorrow if that’s okay with you.”
Damn. So they’d frightened him off. His heart sunk further. “Fine. Chidi, see that my secretary makes arrangements for his travel.” He tore himself away from the passing streetlamps long enough to add, “It’s been a pleasure to have you with us.” Did he sound gentle? Would it matter, after the way Santino’s blood had ended up all over the cobblestones?
Mo let out a breath of tension. “The same to you, sir. Thank you very much for everything,” he said, a little too eagerly. No, then, it wouldn’t matter. Mo was still scared of him. What a reaction, honestly, when all he had done was defend himself! It wasn’t even a murder – if he was an ordinary civilian, he could make it out of a court of law unscathed on claims of self-defense. And yet here was Mo, running home to avoid him. He stared out into the velvet-dark sky, his mood turning equally black. It must be the headache that was making his throat feel so tight and putting pressure behind his eyes. To be sure, he couldn’t even lean his head against the window without stabbing pain, and settled for leaning back against the headrest instead, pretending to sleep.
Chidi wasn’t buying it. In his lap, his phone lit up with a notification. “Gianna avait tort, monsieur. Vous n'êtes pas du tout le même que son frère. [Gianna was wrong, sir. You are not the same as her brother at all.]” Vincent didn’t answer. He’d gone too dead inside.
As soon as they were alone together, safely behind Vincent’s bedroom door, Chidi got him into an armchair and brought a hot compress without even being asked. He stood behind his chair, massaging his head with gentle strokes. Vincent was too absolutely drained to protest. His mind just kept replaying Gianna’s words, and Mo’s. “Est-ce que ton frère va bien ? [Is your brother alright?]”
The stroking paused. “Eh bien… ce n’est rien auquel il n’est pas habitué. Et je ne pense pas qu’il ait vu le meurtre lui-même. Il se cachait. [Well…it’s nothing he’s not used to. And I don’t think he saw the kill itself. He was hiding.]”
“Hmm.” He focused on the motion of Chidi’s fingers for a moment, but Vincent couldn’t hold back the question. “Il me déteste, n'est-ce pas ? Je peux le dire. Je ne comprends pas. Tu sais, je voulais faire quelque chose de gentil pour toi. Je voulais… Mais cela n’a pas d’importance bien sûr, il peut être un misérable ingrat s’il le veut. Je m’en fiche s’il n’était pas ton frère. C'est juste… curieux, c'est tout. [He hates me, doesn’t he? I can tell. I don’t understand it. You know, I wanted to do something nice for you. I wanted – But it doesn’t matter of course, he can be a thankless wretch if he chooses. I wouldn’t care if he weren’t your brother. It’s just…curious, that’s all,]” he finished, with far more force than mere curiosity would require. His hands had taken up the now lukewarm wet towel off his forehead and balled it up tightly without his permission.
“Ce n'est pas votre faute monsieur. La vérité est que nous nous disputions avant cela. [It’s not your fault sir. The truth is, we were arguing before that.]” But he never denied that Mo hated him, Vincent noticed.
“Non, ce n'est pas ma faute, tu as raison. [No, it isn’t my fault, you’re right.]” A too-short, too-sharp sort of laugh. “C'est tellement amusant. Pour une fois, j'avais une très bonne raison de me déchaîner et pourtant, c'est toujours ce qui se passe. Les choses continuent à… échapper à ma portée… [It’s so amusing. For once, I had a perfectly good reason to unleash and still, still this is what happens. Things just keep…slipping out of my grasp…]” A helpless sort of gasp escaped him, halfway to a sob and Chidi tensed up in sympathy. He circled around to the front of the chair and, bless the man, he actually fell to his knees in front of Vincent, looking up into his with total devotion. Ready to help in any way he possibly could.
Vincent took his hand in gratitude, leaning forward. Confessing. “Qu'est-il arrivé à ma vie, Chidi ? Peu importe ce que je fais, ce n’est pas suffisant, ce n’est pas bien, les gens ne sont pas contents de moi. Plus je gagne, plus j’essaie de prouver, plus les choses s’effondrent. J'avais une famille et des alliances, un mentor, des amis et un plan et je – et je… [What has happened to my life, Chidi? No matter what I do, it’s not enough, it’s not right, people aren’t happy with me. The more I gain, the more I try to prove, the more things fall apart. I had a family and alliances and a mentor and friends and a plan and I – and I…]” He struggled to finish the sentence, but Chidi gave him time. And when the words came, they were a fountain. “Ce n'est pas ma faute, n'est-ce pas ? Est-ce vraiment ma faute ? Elle a dit que je suis comme Santino. Peut-être que je le suis, juste cette chose griffante, nécessiteuse et vicieuse, sans honneur, sans aucune raison pour ce que je fais. Tous ces gens me détestent. [It’s not my fault is it? Is it actually my fault? She said I’m just like Santino. Maybe I am, just this clawing, needy, vicious thing without honor, no reason for what I do. All of these people, they hate me.]” Or hated him, in the case of his father, but he couldn’t bear to say that. “Je suis le facteur commun. Est-ce moi, suis-je simplement impossible à – [I am the common factor. Is it me, am I just impossible to - ]” To love? God, even to like? “Pour… être là ? [To…to be around?]” Close enough.
“Non.” Chidi breathed out the word with passion, taking both of his master’s hands in his. “Absolument pas. Je vous le dirais, monsieur, si c'était vous. Je ferai ce qu’il y a de mieux pour toi et je te dirai la vérité quoi qu’il arrive, tu te souviens ? Même si vous ne voulez pas l'entendre. C'est mon travail. Mais je n'ai rien de mal à dire sur toi maintenant. Ce que vous m'avez fait faire ce soir était un acte d'affirmation de soi glorieuse. Finalement, vous vous êtes protégé contre cet homme qui s'est détaché de vous. Vous vous placez au-dessus de la stratégie ou des exigences des autres. J’aurais aimé que je le tue plus tôt, mon amour. Je souhaite que tu me laisses te protéger encore plus sauvagement et que tout le monde puisse te voir comme moi. C'est tout ce que je souhaite. [Absolutely not. I would tell you, sir, if it were you. I will do what’s best for you and tell you the truth no matter what, remember? Even if you don’t want to hear it. That’s my job. But I have nothing bad to say about you now. What you had me do tonight was an act of glorious self-assertion. Finally, you protected yourself against this man who has been leeching off of you. You put yourself above strategy or the demands of others. I wish you’d had me kill him sooner, my love. I wish you let me protect you even more wildly, and that everyone could see you the way I do. That’s all I wish.]”
Vincent tipped his head back with a giddy flying sensation. Helium in his veins, better than any high. The relief, the damn relief…but it was, unfortunately, weaker than the disbelief, which snuffed it out in a moment, slamming him back into his aching body. “Pourquoi alors ? Pourquoi je suis si détesté ? Le monde est-il juste contre moi ? [Why then? Why I am so hated? Is the world just against me?]”
Chidi looked down at their joined hands, and answered in his simple way. Simple, yet anguished. “Le monde… c'est peut-être ça, d'une certaine manière. Parfois, j'ai l'impression que tu es pris au piège. Une toile d'araignée, plus compliquée que tout ce que je peux comprendre. Vous êtes plus sage que moi et peut-être que vous le savez, mais pas moi. Les choses vous tirent dessus et je ne sais pas quoi faire. Ces gens qui rôdent qui vous entourent et rivalisent avec vous. Ton père. Le tableau lui-même. Tous vous tirent dessus dans des directions différentes. Ils pénètrent en vous et vous tirent également de l’intérieur et je ne peux pas voir tout cela ni comment cela se termine. Ils s’en prennent à moi aussi, à mon frère, à Mme D’Antonio. Tout le monde. Vous le ressentez davantage parce que vous en êtes au cœur. [The world…maybe it is that, in a way. Sometimes I feel you’re in a trap. A spiderweb, more complicated than anything I can understand. You are wiser than me and maybe you know, but I don’t. Things pull at you and I don’t know what to do. These prowling people who circle you and vie with you. Your father. The Table itself. All pulling at you from different directions. They get inside you and pull at you from the inside too and I can’t see the whole of it or how it ends. They pull at me too, at my brother, at Ms. D’Antonio. Everyone. You feel it most because you’re right at the heart of it.]” He looked up into Vincent’s eyes again, fierce as flame. “Mais je ne vous laisserai pas prendre, monsieur. Jamais. Résister. Moi aussi. [But I won’t let it have you, sir. Never. Resist. I will too.]”
The bond between them felt palpable then. Who had ever described his life so accurately? Trapped, caged, as if by fate? No one. Certainly, no one had suggested a hope for a way out. “Comment? Que dois-je faire? Comment puis-je agir en ce moment sans me piéger encore plus ? [How? What do I do? How do I do act right at this moment without just ensnaring myself even further?]” He couldn’t believe himself, reduced to begging for advice, for a way out. How utterly lost. But who better to be lost with? Chidi held fast to him this moment, without the smallest ridicule, caressing his flying pulse through his wrists.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself through some inner battle. Then, with certainty, “Libérez mon frère, monsieur. [Free my brother, sir.]”
“Quoi? [What?]” How could he think Vincent was in a position to do that? It was almost heartbreakingly naïve. “Chidi… il y a des règles. Si j’en laisse partir un, les autres attendront la même chose, jusqu’à ce que je n’ai plus personne. J’ai déjà été très généreux. Tu sais que je veux faire tout et n'importe quoi pour toi, mais tu ne devrais pas demander de telles choses. Tu m'obliges à te refuser. [Chidi…there are rules. If I let one go, the others will expect the same, until I have no one. I’ve been very generous already. You know I want to do anything and everything for you, but you shouldn’t ask such things. You force me to refuse you.]”
But he was actually serious. “Veux-tu que Mo ne te déteste pas ? Laissez-le partir, vivre une vie selon ses conditions. J’ai fait la même erreur, en le plaçant là où je voulais comme s’il n’était même pas une personne, et il me déteste aussi maintenant. C’était tout ce que nous pouvions faire à l’époque – vous n’étiez même pas au pouvoir, vous ne connaissiez même pas son nom, et j’étais un jeune homme essayant de sauver la vie de mon frère. Mais désormais, les choses pourraient être différentes. [Do you want Mo not to hate you? Let him go, to live a life on his terms. I made the same mistake, putting him where I wanted like he wasn’t even a person, and he hates me now too. It was all we could do at the time – you weren’t even in power, didn’t even know his name, and I was a young man trying to save my brother’s life. But now, things could be different.]”
“Différent comment ? Doux? Assez stupide pour jeter l’effet de levier simplement parce que je me sens sentimental ? Le nom Gramont est bâti sur les Myrmidons – parfaitement maîtrisés. Ils sont la clé, ils sont le pouvoir lui-même. [Different how? Soft? Foolish enough to throw away leverage just because I feel sentimental? The Gramont name is built upon the Myrmidons – perfectly controlled. They are the key, they are power itself.]” His hands tightened on Chidi’s involuntarily, gripping him so painfully he could not possibly slip away.
The man was so maddeningly stubborn though. “Tu garantis ma fidélité sans laisse. L'amour me lie à toi. Notre lien. Je vivrai pour toi, tout comme j'étais prêt à mourir pour toi. S'il te plaît. Je ne t'ai jamais rien demandé. Laisse-moi te prouver que je donne ma vie gratuitement. [You warrant my loyalty without a leash. Love binds me to you. Our bond. I’ll live for you, same as I was ready to die for you. Please. I have never asked you for anything. Let me prove to you that I give my life freely.]”
No. No, he would leave. He would run. Who wouldn’t? Vincent’s mouth was a hard line, and his hands turning clammy against Chidi’s. “Ne parlez plus de ça. Je n'entendrai pas un mot sur la rupture de vos liens avec moi. Essayer de se libérer de tels mensonges – « Je t’aime, maître », ceci, et « l’amour me lie à toi » cela. Ce sont les mensonges que les gens racontent pour se manipuler les uns les autres et obtenir ce qu’ils veulent. Dire que je t'ai presque cru alors que je sais mieux. [Don’t speak of this anymore. I will not hear a word about severing your ties to me. Trying to wriggle free with such lies – ‘I love you, master,’ this, and ‘love binds me to you’ that. These are the lies people tell to manipulate each other, to get their way. To think I almost believed you when I know better.]” Throwing Chidi’s hands down at last, he tried to rise, but his pounding head rose straight into a fog of bloodless, swooning star-speckles. He gripped at the arm of the chair dizzily, missed, stumbled…and he was in Chidi’s arms anyway, being lowered into bed. Damn it all.
“S'il te plaît, allonge-toi. Oublions ça pour le moment. Ce n’est pas le moment de te stresser davantage. [Please lie down. Let’s forget it for the moment. Now is no time to stress you further.]” Still doting, then. Still playing the part of the lover, trying to make a fool of him. It was certainly a commitment to the ploy, said a small voice at the back of his head, but a different part of him was in control at the moment. One that had no trust to spare.
“Ni plus tard. J'ai dit que tu n'en parlerais plus. Résolvons simplement ce problème maintenant. Mo est libre, oui ? Et demain matin, nous verrons qui a raison. Nous verrons alors où est ton amour! [Nor is later. I said you won’t speak of it again. Let’s just – let’s just resolve this now. Mo goes free, yes? And in the morning, we’ll see who’s right. We’ll just see where your love is then!]” He could already picture it – walking downstairs to find Chidi had caught a plane and would never be seen again. After all the days and night spent baring his heart to this man… His fists closed on the blanket. “De toute façon, je n’ai pas besoin d’un serviteur déloyal. [I don’t need a disloyal servant anyway.]”
“Vincent, s'il te plaît, je – [Vincent, please, I - ]”
“LAISSE-MOI TRANQUILLE! Dehors. En bas. Ou dois-je appeler un garde qui souhaite réellement me servir et vous faire expulser de mes appartements ? [LEAVE ME ALONE! Out. Downstairs. Or do I have to call for a guard who actually wishes to serve me and have you expelled from my chambers?]”
Chidi bowed deeply and walked away. The room was filled with Vincent’s panting, turning into a sort of wheezing punctuated by sobs. His own sounds mocked him in the late-night stillness. Rasping, desperate. Crying so dramatically over lovesickness.
The world could not possibly contain anything as merciful as Chidi. He should have known. All of those hours in the surreal heaven of his arms, all for nothing. Chidi kissing the tears off his face, telling him such nice things. He’d split Vincent open, exposing raw, horrific wounds, and offered some hope of a better life as consolation. Only to rip away that hope. He couldn’t take that loss, he realized. Chidi had formed the foundation of something in him, and to pull it out from under him now…Gianna couldn’t possibly match that kind of ruin. It hasn’t happened yet, he tried to tell himself. He’s not gone yet. He’s still in this house, sleeping downstairs. I still have him until tomorrow. But what was he worth if he wanted to leave?
No, Vincent decided, feeling his breathing start to subside, he was not like Santino. He’d rather die than hold Chidi unwillingly at his side, indulging delusions that they might one day love each other. He wouldn’t even hunt Chidi down when he fled, though that was the proper course for any defecting guard, Myrmidon or not, without or without a leash. No, no. Let him go, and try to live with what he’s done to me. Let him see how I rise above it…or else how I fall. And with that, Vincent switched out the light and let the foundation of his newfound hopes collapse out from under him.
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Moo, Mu (무 - Mu)
Mubon, Moobon (무본 - Mubôn)
Muk, Muck, Mook, Moock (묵 - Muc)
Mi, Mee (미 - Mi)
Nan (난 - Nan)
Namgoong, Namgung, Namkoong, Namkung (남궁 - Namgung)
Nang (낭 - Nang)
Nae (내 - Né)
Noi, Nwe (뇌 - Nê)
Ok, Ock (옥 - Ôc)
On, Ohn (온 - Ôn)
Ong (옹 - Ông)
Pan, Pahn (판 - Pan)
Paeng (팽 - Péng)
Pyeon, Pyun, Pyuhn (편 - Pión)
Pyeong, Pyung, Pyuhng (평 - Pióng)
Po, Poh (포 - Pô)
Pyo (표 - Piô)
Pung, Poong (풍 - Pung)
Pi, Pee (피 - Pi)
Pil, Fil, Peel, Feel (필 - Pil)
Ra, La, Rah, Lah (라 - Lá)
Ran, Lan (란 - Lan)
Rang, Lang (랑 - Lang)
Ryeo, Ryuh, Lyeo, Lyuh (려 - Lió)
Roe, Loe, Roi, Loi, Rwe, Lwe (뢰 - Lê)
Sa, Sah (사 - Sá)
Sakong, Sagong (사공 - Sagông)
San, Sahn (산 - San)
Sam, Sahm (삼 - Sam)
Sang, Sahng (상 - Sang)
Seomun, Seomoon, Suhmun, Suhmoon, Sumun, Sumoon (서문 - Sómún)
Seonu, Seonwu, Seonwoo, Seonoo, Sunu, Sunwu, Sunwoo, Sunoo (선우 - Sónú)
Seob, Sub, Seop, Sup, Suhb, Suhp (섭 - Sób)
Sobong (소봉 - Sobông)
Soo, Su (수 - Su)
Sun, Soon (순 - Sun)
Seung (승 - Sûng)
Si, Shi, Xi, See, Shee, Xee (시 - Xi)
Tak, Tahk (탁 - Tác)
Tan, Tahn (탄 - Tan)
Tang, Tahng (탕 - Táng)
Tae (태 - Té)
Uh, Eo, Eoh (어 - Ó)
Wan, Wahn (완 - Uán)
Wang, Wahng (왕 - Uáng)
Wun, Un, Woon, Oon (운 - Un)
Wi (위 - Uí)
Ya, Yah (야 - Iá)
Yeop, Yeob, Yup, Yub, Yuhp, Yuhb (엽 - Iób)
Yeong, Young, Yung (영 - Ióng)
Ye, Yeh (예 - Iê)
Yo (요 - Iô)
Yong (용 - Iông)
Yook, Yuk (육 - Iúk)
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Buoni Propositi
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Perché no, facciamo la lista dei buoni propositi per questo 2025. Quello che vorrei fare e non, quello che vorrei essere e non.
In questo anno vorrei restare un sognatore, ma anche un uomo concreto. In pratica uno che sa prendere per le orecchie i propri sogni e farli diventare realtà. E se i sogni esagerano due sberle, come ai vecchi tempi, e li rimetto a posto.
Vorrei essere un uomo che supera il livello "dai è simpatico", perché la simpatia non batte chiodo. Vero è che non ho bellezza, ma esiste anche quella interiore. Che nel mio caso combatte contro la fame.
Mangiare meno, mangiare giusto, mangiare sano. Questo dovrà essere un buon proposito su cui lavorare tantissimo. Lo sto scrivendo mentre sto inzuppando una fetta di pandoro nel latte e cioccolato. Qui più che buon proposito dovrà essere una missione di quelle impossibili. Prenderò esempio da Tom Cruise.
Mantenere le distanze, da chi le ho già prese senza farmi impietosire. Che certi ritorni sono come l'influenza: la ricaduta è peggiore della prima volta.
Non cambiare mai il mio lessico, mantenere un livello accettabile. Quindi niente "ciaone", "apericena", "fondamentalmente" usato come un intercalare e infine "frate'"; ogni volta che si pronuncia una di queste parole una sinapsi si secca.
Vorrei essere affascinante, non come fino a oggi dove ho attratto stuole di psicologhe, e psichiatre, affascinate del mio essere un caso umano. Da valutare per farsi nuove competenze lavorative.
Fare più movimento e meno "mo' vi mento", camminare e non mentire. Portare avanti questi due buoni propositi di pari passo. Veloce se possibile. Credo che mi aiuteranno ad alleggerirmi nel corpo e nell'anima.
Relazionarmi con persone che sappiano dare attenzioni, rispetto e siano sincere, in maniera da contraccambiare tali doni. Farsi amici, insomma, di quelli veri. Sarà una sfida, più che un buon proposito. per chi è neurodivergente come me. Mica sono semplice da interpretare. Ma a chi ci riuscirà avrà dieci punti in più sulla patente spirituale della vita.
Fare sesso. No scusate, questo è un refuso della lista dei buoni propositi del 1996. Errata corrige: trovare la pace dei sensi.
Guardare più film, quelli con il lito fine che ne ho estremo bisogno. Leggere più libri, quelli che mi coinvolgono dalla prima all'ultima pagina, senza dovermi sforzare di finirlo a tutti i costi. Ascoltare sempre più musica sconosciuta, per allargare gli orizzonti musicali e restare al passo con le nuove produzioni. No, la mia risposta è "n0" se state pensando a quel genere musicale: il trap manco morto, al massimo levo la "t" e ascolto quello che resta: rap. Ma quello di qualità, niente auto-tune.
Concludendo questa breve sintesi, vorrei essere migliore di quello che sono oggi. Un filosofo, ovvero un po' filo e cucito e un po' sofà, giovane ma anziano, immaturo ma con esperienza. Un buon padre per i miei figli, ma anche un buon figlio. Saggio ma stimolante, dentro e fuori e poi ancora dentro e poi di nuovo fuori. Oh si!
Essere più attraente e meno attrattivo, attrarre più gnagna e meno cazzi amari della vita.
Buoni propositi per un nuovo anno. È bello cominciare un anno nuovo belli carichi, pieni di energia, con buoni propositi e pronti ad affrontare l'anno nuovo.
L'ho letto su di un libro di favole.
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Ritornato in terra straniera, puntuale come una colite post-zuppone, arriva l'appucundria pinodanielesca, che in questi giorni si è sommata ad un resoconto del mio 2024 fatto quasi ogni notte, visto che delle mie 8 ore standard ne dormivo sempre 4.
E' stato un anno un bel po' infame, ad essere sinceri, e mi ha ricordato tanto la pasta e ceci della mamma. Se Gump diceva che la vita è una scatola di cioccolatini, eh, la mia è una pasta e ceci. La pasta e ceci mi fa cagare, e nonostante la mia mamma fosse consapevole e sicura al 100% che non l'avrei mangiata, puntualmente me la faceva, così, pe' cazzimm. Posso dire che quelli del Leone mi stanno abbastanza sul cazzo.
Detta fuori da ogni metafora, mi ha dato tutto quello che non stavo cercando e mi ha tolto tutto quello che volevo avere o conservare. Aver perso una di quelle persone che metti sulle dita di una singola mano ti fa ripensare parecchio a quanto possano essere sinceri i tuoi legami, per poi finire a tirare su talmente la soglia dello sbarramento da non lasciare più passare nessuno, ho perso poi un'altra possibilità che mi ero dato, il bello è che se ne è andata pure affanculo da sola (ma solo ad un coglione della mia risma possono capitare questi lussi), ho perso una opportunità di lavoro che avevo faticosamente costruito, ho perso la mia Meggie (vabbè, questo lo si sapeva già 4 anni fa, ma lo metto comunque perché fa numero), ho perso momenti che, col senno di poi, erano più falsi di una banconota da 30 euro, però se il benzinaio se la piglia è comunque tutto grasso che cola.
E quindi niente, ho provato pure ad incazzarmici, ma non ci sono riuscito, quest'anno ho perso pure la capacità di rimuginare sulle cose. Detta così sembra una cosa positiva, ma per un Cancro vuol dire perdere un pezzo di sé.
Oh, mo' questo non c'entra niente, però poi ho pure pensato "ma lo scrivo o non lo scrivo?", è da un po' che non faccio post di questo tipo, dopo anni di blog mi sarei anche un po' rotto di lagnarmi a vuoto e sperare di trovare qui chissà cosa, ma poi ho pensato che, se non le dico qui queste cose, a chi cazz le dico? Per raccontare come mi sento serve che chi mi ascolta abbia un'empatia che ho trovato in una persona sola nella mia vita, e, giusto per non farci mancare nulla, vive a 1500 km da me e, anche con tutta la buona volontà del mondo, il tempo è quello che è, e allora rompo le palle qui, il bello è non sapere mai che faccia state facendo mentre lo leggete e, come diceva quello, l'ignoranza l'ingrediente principale della felicità (non la ciucciaggine, chell è n'ata cos).
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