#the scozzari family.

[newyorksrose]

gonna post this on rosie's blog since sandra's still gonna keep up that theft accusation and tumblr's block feature is hiding my response👏🏾

Hi @k4ndall, I’m aware this isn’t the first time you posted about me “stealing from Jessica” and because I no longer consider myself to be an active roleplayer, I thought I would confront this narrative head-on. Yes, I did use Marisa Abela for my OC Rosaria and no, that is not theft. Marisa is not from a super rare or old show. Industry was streaming on HBOMax the same time that Euphoria was.

Did you ever think that maybe I saw the program, considered using that FC for a new OC, but hesitated from bringing them to the roleplay community? Furthermore, Marisa is not the only FC you use for Jessica. If I recall right, when we were mutuals you used…

Melanie Scrofano

Olivia Cooke

Annie Murphy

Sydney Sweeney

Marisa Abela

You even entertained using Juliette Lewis for Jessica.

And let me be frank when I say none of these women look like the same person. Which is why I felt that using Marisa would ultimately NOT diminish your portrayal of Jessica.

I largely wanted to use Marisa Abela because Rosaria Scozzari is the sister to Salvatore Scozzari, since their FCs looked alike through their similar eyes and noses. I was already using him for Sal at the time of my “theft.”

Now, FCs aside, your belief that I copied you is honestly a shallow, surface-level examination of Rosaria Scozzari. Let’s go over the similarities of Rosaria and Jessica.

They both have office jobs. 

I’m inclined to portray Rosaria doing more average/low-paying office work. In the recent writing I’ve been doing, I depict her as a secretary. In the RPC, I depicted her as working at a bratva-owned insurance company that isn’t glamorous at all. But, this work is ultimately temporary for Rosaria, as she becomes a lawyer by the time she’s in her forties. In contrast, Jessica works on Wall Street which frankly, seems significantly better and higher paying.

They’re both Italian-American.

Jessica is a quiet girl who lives at home with her conservative family. Rosaria is extroverted, neurotic, and lives alone because she doesn’t want to live with her rambunctious family. Jessica is the older sister to her younger brother. Rosaria is the younger sister to Salvatore and Sonia.  Since leaving the RPC I’ve been exploring the paternal side of Sal and Rosaria’s family, which is composed of Italian-Brazilians. Which is interesting because I heard you had a OC who was Italian with roots from Argentine…

You act as though I stole the fundamental family headcanons of Jessica. Which I would consider the headcanons about the family-run candy store, the abundance of cousins, the cousin in an abusive relationship, or an office romance.

But let me say another thing: your depiction of Jessica on Wall Street isn’t original whatsoever. When I capped icons from that show for Rosaria I saw how many elements you actually stole from Yasmin, the character Marisa plays.

I recall you posting that this variation of Jessica spoke with a posh accent when at work. That’s an odd coincidence, considering the FC is an upper-class British woman.

The secret horny side for her co-worker. That’s an odd coincidence, considering you use the same character as a NPC that Jessica crushes on.

In fact, all the NPCs in Jessica’s life are from Industry.

So, all you did was portray Yasmin as an Italian-American woman. There’s nothing original or unique to your portrayal. If I used a new FC for Rosaria, you would not be claiming I stole from you. They would just both be white women who worked at an office, but MUCH different offices. In fact? They would probably be meeting at a bar getting drinks together and talking about the things that piss them off.

If Marisa was the sole FC you used for Jessica and I used her? That would be fucked up. But she was just one face in a collection of women who looked absolutely nothing alike.

[wardogsong]

Frank's got a new billet around civilians. Good, Normal people who need plausible deniability about their new super's ID. Mr. K couldn't haunt 'David's' roof, window, bed. Marc could. He's lived many lives. Been Sarge, 'Spector,' mercenary, Fist, Yitzhak; Steven and Jake were parts of him.

Eitan ben Elias is Marc's Hebrew name from his bris, through his bar mitzvah, old family friends pinching his face during seders until he grew rowdy and wicked. Strong, enduring, firm. Eitan was his middle name on his birth certificate. Marc can be Ethan in David's bed. Shadowing the Cap'n through charming old ladies, fixing sinks, and various tasks making an old building run.

Enjoying the company in another neighborhood was weird. He liked helping. Liked the neighbors.

Thumb pointed towards Ethan's chest, David's Italian brass rumble, "Who that guy? I found him in a foxhole in Basra and decided to keep him. The pope says it's okay now, but he still won't convert for me."

[He didn't know Raven or Crow; Eitan was associated with falcons, the miserable old bird found poking his beak into his history again]

Elaboration. "He found me sleepwalking 'round the foxholes." Grin crinkled, "Wasn't twenty yet." Picture a grunt NCO and an officer in desert cammies peering at silvershot midnight blue infinity. "Saved my life hunreds of times over the years."

Pointed elbow nudges David's side, laughter he doesn't give often warm and nourishing. "Despite all his efforts, I can't give Catholics 'nother win. y'know?" 'What can ya do' shrug. Laying it on Jake coffee thick. "Wouldn't hear the end of it in the world to come."

@silverjetsystm || David & Ethan

The job is a random perk of still having a working phone and a few more connections than a dead man strictly should. Maybe. Sometimes he considers that the job is also something ELSE but that's too hard to think about. Things about him and what he does have gotten muddy. The symbol's been hijacked, corrupted— irritation rides his skin, makes him grit teeth and abuse unlucky furniture about it. Is it flattering, even soothing, that there are still believers out there? MAYBE. But he's never really been one to allow himself the comfort of that. He'd rather blame the city's volatile economy and lack of even half-decent trades people. Makes it easier to swallow... to accept and grunt out yes.

He puts down David Scozzari on what little paper there is about it; these things always having been more under the table than over in the city. Connections no one living would make, save maybe an old man in Brooklyn dreaming of Italy and his wife.

Around the joint he quickly becomes 'Hey Super', anyway. A call he answers with a raised head and arched brows, awaiting the problem of the day. They're all easy enough things to solve, things he can fix with what he's been given or with a quick trip to a local hardware shop. Clogged sinks that need snaking, leaky showers that need tightening up, caulk that needs reapplying. The kind of work he can do mindlessly and in his sleep, except he appreciates the chance, the outlet for the compulsions his time in the service have left him with. There's pride in it and it soothes the savage beast beneath, leaving little old ladies smiling that he's one of the repair guys who actually cleans up after himself and saving the day for young overwhelmed parents who need less shit going awry for them.

He must make mention at some point. Of course he does. He always does. Spector is one of those connections that gets to know where he is, where he's going, what he's doing. More often than not he's the one pulling up on him, but the reverse has always been welcome. Wherever Frank has a pillow to his name, Spector is welcome to lay his head. Frank doesn't even think about it these days. Sharing's as natural as breathing and with as much consciousness about it.

He should have specified. SPECTOR is welcome. Mr. Knight is another story. Frank, The Punisher, they'll work with that guy. Sometimes there's mushrooms that need shooting, or other dangerous fungi trying to take over the city. Sometimes the CIA makes bad calls and leaves them to clean up the mess. Moon Knight, Mr. Knight, and him have no issues teaming up. They fall into meetings easily, determine rules of engagement and how they apply then roll out into the night horribly smoothly.

David the Super though? He's got nothin' to do with any of that. He's just a former construction guy from out in Brooklyn. So when he catches sight of the iconic white on white suit on his CCTV, he has no recourse but to grab a wrench in defense of this sliver of a territory now his own. David meets him, name-tag on shirt, tapping tool turned weapon into calloused palm and asks him in that traditional New York way, "Can I help ya, buddy?"

"Y'lost or somethin'?" Unwelcome. The attitude and bluster New Yorkers are unjustly famous for, delivered in heavy Italo-American accent. "This here's a nice neighborhood. We don't have no mask problems and we don't want 'em." Guilt kicks from the inside. Awful way to talk to a loved one he's pretending not to know. Is it better or worse that the other guy rolls with it? Calls it a nice night and takes his leave as desired. Real understanding or...? Formerly married man wonders about having to make with the flowers and the apologies before he's hiding and laugh in a cough and reminding himself... he ain't got a bride.

He's got something so much better.

David's got a fella named Ethan. He comes around during working hours, lugging coffee and sporting rolled up sleeves. He's never met a busted wall he couldn't patch. They divvy up the work between them, make the chores go a little bit faster, when they're not cracking wise, having a good time and making it take longer. If they ever belonged to any kind of culture that required them to keep a connection like theirs under wraps... it's hard to imagine from the outside. David's an okay guy, a little funny, a little wry, mostly quiet. When Ethan's around? His eyes get a certain QUALITY to them. Depicted in comics they might be pink or red and very Valentine's shaped. Their rapport spills their not-secrets for them. David just confirms, happily so.

"Who that guy? I found him in a foxhole in Basra and decided to keep 'im. The Pope says it's okay now, but he still won't convert for me." Ain't it so sad? A fuckin' crime, even. Lookit this guy, existing next to him and not putting the ring on. David sells it puppy-dog kicked and real Italian heart-broke about it. Somebody might write an opera.

Then Ethan speaks and David? David cracks at the seams. He TRIES not to. Fuck he tries. He's never broken under capture or interrogation in his life, but put one Jewish devil dog at his side, cracking jokes and keeping the pace? And the next thing you know he's gotta drop putty-laden trowel and hit the hallway to fall apart, just plain old UGLY laughing at the shit that'll come out of that guy's mouth.

Is it really any wonder he's in love?

[foggynightdonut]

Initial sequencing (Karafet et al., 2008) of the human Y chromosome suggested that two most basal Y-chromosome lineages were Haplogroup A and Haplogroup BT. Haplogroup A is found at low frequencies in parts of Africa, but is common among certain hunter-gatherer groups. Haplogroup BT lineages represent the majority of African Y-chromosome lineages and virtually all non-African lineages.[19] Y-chromosomal Adam was represented as the root of these two lineages. Haplogroup A and Haplogroup BT represented the lineages of Y-chromosomal Adam himself and of one of his sons, who had a new SNP.

Cruciani et al. 2011, determined that the deepest split in the Y-chromosome tree was found between two previously reported subclades of Haplogroup A, rather than between Haplogroup A and Haplogroup BT. Later, group A00 was found, outside of the previously known tree. The rearrangement of the Y-chromosome family tree implies that lineages classified as Haplogroup A do not necessarily form a monophyletic clade.[20] Haplogroup A therefore refers to a collection of lineages that do not possess the markers that define Haplogroup BT, though Haplogroup A includes the most distantly related Y chromosomes.

The M91 and P97 mutations distinguish Haplogroup A from Haplogroup BT. Within Haplogroup A chromosomes, the M91 marker consists of a stretch of 8 T nucleobase units. In Haplogroup BT and chimpanzee chromosomes, this marker consists of 9 T nucleobase units. This pattern suggested that the 9T stretch of Haplogroup BT was the ancestral version and that Haplogroup A was formed by the deletion of one nucleobase. Haplogroups A1b and A1a were considered subclades of Haplogroup A as they both possessed the M91 with 8Ts.[19][20]

But according to Cruciani et al. 2011, the region surrounding the M91 marker is a mutational hotspot prone to recurrent mutations. It is therefore possible that the 8T stretch of Haplogroup A may be the ancestral state of M91 and the 9T of Haplogroup BT may be the derived state that arose by an insertion of 1T. This would explain why subclades A1b and A1a-T, the deepest branches of Haplogroup A, both possess the same version of M91 with 8Ts. Furthermore, Cruciani et al. 2011 determined that the P97 marker, which is also used to identify Haplogroup A, possessed the ancestral state in Haplogroup A but the derived state in Haplogroup BT.[20]

Likely geographic origin

Further information: Haplogroup A (Y-DNA)

As current estimates on TMRCA converge with estimates for the age of anatomically modern humans and well predate the Out of Africa migration, geographical origin hypotheses continue to be limited to the African continent.[citation needed]

According to Cruciani et al. 2011, the most basal lineages have been detected in West, Northwest and Central Africa, suggesting plausibility for the Y-MRCA living in the general region of "Central-Northwest Africa".[21]

Scozzari et al. (2012) agreed with a plausible placement in "the north-western quadrant of the African continent" for the emergence of the A1b haplogroup. [22] The 2013 report of haplogroup A00 found among the Mbo people of western present-day Cameroon is also compatible with this picture.[1]

The revision of Y-chromosomal phylogeny since 2011 has affected estimates for the likely geographical origin of Y-MRCA as well as estimates on time depth. By the same reasoning, future discovery of presently-unknown archaic haplogroups in living people would again lead to such revisions. In particular, the possible presence of between 1% and 4% Neanderthal-derived DNA in Eurasian genomes implies that the (unlikely) event of a discovery of a single living Eurasian male exhibiting a Neanderthal patrilineal line would immediately push back T-MRCA ("time to MRCA") to at least twice its current estimate. However, the discovery of a Neanderthal Y-chromosome by Mendez et al.[6] suggests the extinction of Neanderthal patrilineages, as the lineage inferred from the Neanderthal sequence is outside of the range of contemporary human genetic variation. Questions of geographical origin would become part of the debate on Neanderthal evolution from Homo erectus.

[sweetestdiary]

no age gap au [pietro/rosie]

After his father immigrated to America (New York, in this case) Pietro grew up around the Scozzari family, nearly taken in like a stray cat by Sal’s grandmother. As young as seven, he deeply connected with the old lady due to their shared language and the cultural familiarity of her apartment.

As a result, Rosaria and Pietro had known each other since childhood, they were the exact same age. She helped him with his English, reading her favorite books to him, and they played games together all the time. It was the highlight of his day. Looking back on it in the present, Pietro would say he formed an unhealthy attachment to her. He remembers, in school, having to go to his special education class. Being separated from her was horrible. He would get a hall pass to go to the bathroom and just try to look inside the classroom to see what Rosaria was doing. Someone - a teacher, a janitor, would always see him and scold him.

With puberty things became different. Rosaria alternated between holding affection for Pietro to being nervous around him. As kids they didn’t think about being a boy or being a girl, they just thought about being friends. As teenagers? There are distinct differences with their bodies. Pietro also became very handsome, very pretty. Girls THREW themselves at him, and flirted with him in front of Rosaria. Making her feel insecure and ugly. He never thought Rosaria was ugly though. He would shamelessly flirt with her. It was common for him to try and lay ‘traps’ to get her focus. Like saying he worked at the theatre so he could sneak her in to see whatever she wanted. He liked hearing her talk about school, he’d walk her home from school sometimes, sometimes he would do romantic things like climb up her fire escape (when Sal was gone) and softly talk to her about everything. Rosaria loved those moments, when it was just them and no one else.

Teen Pietro was a whore, though. He loved the attention from girls, he loved being flirted with. He secretly viewed Rosaria as wife material though. When he became sexually active, he thought to himself that he was just ‘practicing’ to get good for her. It was really just a warped justification to keep being promiscuous though. But, he developed this idea that if he was her first time she would remember him forever and he’d always be special to her.

There came a point between them when Rosaria announced she was thinking of becoming a nun. Maybe a teacher. Maybe a nun who was a teacher! She liked the nuns at her school and thought their lifestyle was interesting. Pietro was terribly worried when she voiced interest in doing religious work because nuns don’t have sex! Briefly, he thought about becoming a priest so they could have a forbidden romance. Ultimately, the Madonna-Whore complex withers away as Pietro got intrusive thoughts about introducing her [as a nun] to sex. Literally, Pietro would start underlining erotic parts in the Bible to tell Rosie if he had to do.

Pietro slept with her for the first time on the night of her graduation, Pietro claimed it was going to be his first time too, but he seemed too confident, too experienced. Rosaria decided that this was merely because he was ‘just good at sex?’ after this, they date.

He’s manipulative and toxic, because when Rosaria talks about wanting to go to college out of state, or go to college and live on campus, Pietro asks things like: “what about me? What about us? I’m afraid of you leaving me, i care about you so much, i’m afraid of you loving someone else because you’re so perfect.” Rosaria felt bad and decided to generally work in Brooklyn while Pietro did mob stuff.

He ends up proposing to her soon after. And she gets pregnant soon too, things are difficult its not really a happily ever after thing [plus Rosaria didn’t feel ready to have these babies, she’s lowkey depressed and wondering if she’s just going to be a mother like the ones in a grocery store, sleep deprived, overworked, children tugging at her skirt.]

Meanwhile, Pietro still develops a sex addiction as he helps distributing pornography for Raphael’s crime family. Instead of wanting to try things like bondage and other unconventional sex positions out with other women, he wants to do it with Rosaria. The idea of getting a “good girl” to do these things got him off. Rosaria viewed Pietro’s job peddling porn as being disgusting, when he wanted to show her these videos she HATED it. She didn’t want them in the house either! Later he suggests that they try new things: deepthroating, restriction, spanking, and practicing acts of service. They get her off, and their sex life actually becomes great.

But then Pietro wants to do these things with other women. Sal catches Pietro in the red light district once, Pietro said he was doing work, but Sal caught lipstick on his neck. Sal snapped, they had a bad fight. Sal broke his nose and he was on the verge of smashing the other’s man face against glass (to make sure Pietro became ugly and no woman would want him) but, the older men in the room stopped the fight. Meanwhile Rosaria was disgusted and wanted a divorce. Pietro argues that it’s just SEX, no feelings are attached. Rosaria points out how he use to tell her that sex was so personal and private according to the bible, now he’s saying it’s just about pleasure. Rosaria wasn’t just crying, she was actually trying to fight him back talking about how she didn’t want him anymore. The babies were crying. It was the worst moment in Pietro’s life, he cried a little too. But still, he tried to be a little manipulative, “I don’t have anybody, I  just have you and these kids, nobody cares about me only you do!” Rosaria still wanted a divorce though. She was very sad. Had a low sex drive and became paranoid of Pietro giving her a STD without her knowledge. Also, in terms of insecurity? It was through the roof. She always knew Pietro would have different options because he was too handsome, she should have married an ugly man.

Pietro’s arrest is like a blessing, as Rosaria is free to go to college. She begins living with Sonia to make things easier (Sonia’s mothering came in handy this time.) At first, she kept in contact with Pietro, wrote him letters, visited him, smuggled things in (Sonia would laugh at her, say this is why I’m not getting married) she took the girls to visit him once and he was running up Sonia’s phone bill calling the girls. She kept his rosary, made sure it was safe. She hated how much she loved him. Hated how much time he stole from her. Eventually she just gradually cut him off.

She met Ben, a nice, safe alternative, a struggling artist, he was fine being a stand-in dad, and she really wanted to move out with Sonia so…she married him. She didn’t tell Pietro about her change of address, didn’t write him, didn’t call him, only spoke about him to the kids if they asked.

In prison, Pietro goes through a rough time. Roughed up, isolated, almost killed; Rosie misses all of it. This causes him to be resentful, at first, but he realizes it’s time to grow up or literally die a manchild. He feels sorry for not being around his children, for not being a good husband to Rosaria. He writes her a heartfelt letter full of love and apologies and promises, but she never gets it. It went to Sonia’s house and Sonia thought it was full of crap, so she hid it from her sister.

Rosaria becomes a lawyer, Ben becomes something like a trophy husband, Rosaria is dominant and unsatisfied in their relationship. She does everything. Pietro comes out of jail, works for Raphael at a publishing house. They cross paths when a former client of the house is aiming to sue the publishing house. Pietro takes Rosaria on as his lawyer and initially things are difficult. Rosaria is professional and a little cold, but Pietro wants familiarity. Teases her playfully.

She falls for him after working on the case for so long. Pietro reminds her that they’re still married, and tries to convince her to get back with him. Rosaria eventually defrosts and finds herself venting about Ben, about life, about the girls. They need to meet their father.

There’s a moment when she cheats on Ben. It was when going to give Pietro back his mother’s rosary. Things got emotional, then sexual. Then emotional again. Pietro used his silver tongue to make her realize her cheating wasn’t wrong, because she was legally his wife.

She decides to leave Ben, citing their relationship as being too unequal. She doesn’t move in with Pietro immediately, instead, she lives alone for a while. Gradually reintroducing the girls to their father, doing family things (sometimes with Ben in their midst) trying to develop a new normal. And once the girls can’t get enough of their dad, Rosie moves in and gets pregnant with Carlo.   

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Bianca was born prematurely which was - as far as I’m concerned - the result of Eve being under tremendous stress. Not quite sure what the source of said stress was, but it definitely pertained to Sal.

The situation was stressful for both parents - it didn’t matter how much the doctor reassured Eve that their baby girl would receive around the clock care. But, Eve could never shake off the sight of first seeing a baby that small, a baby that did not have all of its organs formed yet.

Prior to the 1970s it was common for premature babies to die as mechanical ventilators did not exist yet. Both Eve and Sal separately thought about how this was the norm when they were growing up. They also kept thinking of all the what-ifs.

At this point, they hadn’t even decided on a name for their little girl yet. There were only a few names hanging in the air that were just concepts - Felicia, Felicity, Leona, Anita, Gisela, Bianca.

Placed in an incubator it took time, weeks, for her to come home. Cassandra and Nick did not fully understand the situation, only being told that their baby sister was born too early and, she was being taken care of at the hospital. Eve didn’t show her stress and Sal made it sound like everything was being taken care of. Cassandra didn’t think much of the situation - though it surprised her as the weeks went by and there was still no baby, while Nick was silently worried about his new sister’s developmental progress.

Sal was the first person to visit Bianca at the hospital. It would take some arguing for Eve to finally visit Bianca. Her hesitation was caused by fear and the fact the last time she saw someone so  frail and helpless looking was when her grandfather’s cancer ate him up. She was afraid of becoming so attached and hopeful, only for something terrible to happen at the hospital. But, Sal pushed Eve to see their baby.

Of course, Eve wept at the hospital. Not loudly - they were silent tears she wiped away, but couldn’t hide. She asked nurses questions about the baby’s progress - what had changed since she first came here? Does she show any sort of emotion? How long does she sleep? In due time, Eve helped with the baby’s care.

Still cried each time she was driven home, though. It was around this time when Sal talked about settling on a name for the baby. He had started calling her BeBe in his head - like a BB Gun. (He had watched A Christmas Story recently and it stuck.) Eve wanted Sal to be able to keep calling her this, so she decided Bianca would be a good name for her.

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SOME QUICK FACTS ABOUT SAL’S NIGHTCLUB, TRINITY.

Sal started it up in the late 70s. He was a made-man at the time and reached a point where he no longer had to rely on drug pushing. Sal’s decision to have his own nightclub was a result of his love of music. He knew he was going to have Soul, Funk, Neon Lights, Live Entertainment. He was so excited at all the concepts floating in his head that he had promptly had a picture of the barren building took. Said picture is hung in his office.

But, with this said, the building previously served as a nightclub long before Sal was even born. It use to be a jazz bar in the 1940s, before shifting to a discotheque in the late 60s to the mid-70s. It was at this point in time where a public grisly reputation was gained.

The most popular singer of the venue was romantically affiliated with both the manager and the patron. She was murdered in what is now Salvatore’s office. Funnily enough, Sal has a tall poster of her up in his office. It’s framed and pinned out of respect. Delores thinks she has very sorrowful eyes.

As a result of the murder, which made numerous headlines, people felt the building was haunted. No one wanted anything to do with it, save for Sal who felt the past is the past. He felt historically everybody’s died all over the country, but that doesn’t stop cities from being built. 

Weird occurrences have happened, though. Not just due to the singer dying, but the murders that occurred in Prohibition. There have been doors that get stuck - almost locked, white blurs in photos, cold chills. But almost everything has a logical explanation behind it. The club for the most part is fine, too fun and populated for anyone to notice the uncanny. Except for when it’s closing hours. Then its an undoubtedly uncomfortable place to be. 

Sal’s very big on making public appearances in the club. He isn’t a stranger whatsoever. Similarly, Delores has never been a stranger. The club is a place of sin, yes she knows this, but its one of the few places where people respect her not as the owner’s wife, but as a skilled dancer. 

Delores has been personally introduced to many famous singers at Trinity, ones who became dear friends to her.

When Nick and Cassandra were very young, they were taken to the Trinity. Cass in particular use to sing on stage there when she was no taller than Sal’s knee. Why? Because Sal’s the boss. If he wants his baby girl to woo the crowd, she can! Meanwhile, there was a very strict no kid’s policy that Sal enforced.

This club was truly a hotspot in the community. It made Salvatore Scozzari a frequent name said in households. So although Sal has numerous businesses going on, he always paid extra close attention to the nightclub. Why shouldn’t he when he’s basically a king?

The Trinity took a dip in popularity during Sal’s prison stint. This was because he was still catering to those belonging to his generation and therefore the younger generation were shifting their sights elsewhere. Due to events of the time, the locality of the area was also beginning to be considered “dangerous.” Ultimately, the nightclub was shut down without Sal having a say so in it.

In the late 80s, Sal focuses on reopening the nightclub to the best of his ability. There’s new décor, a new paintjob, and even the interior is totally recreated. It’s well-received but it still doesn’t feel inclusive to the youth.

By the 90s Nick & Cass are encouraging Sal to have rappers and R&B singers there. But Sal is basically P. Diddy in this gif.

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IN REGARDS TO SAL & HIS MOTHER.

tw: age gaps, thoughts of infanticide, child abduction, domestic abuse and generally abusive parenting.

     There was an age gap between Stefani and Franco. She was 20, he was 49. She was the one who left her number on his napkin the day they met, because the gangster was handsome and she wanted to get out of poverty. Stefani’s true desire was to open a prosperous boutique. She loved designing outfits and frequently made her own in her teen years.    Franco led her on in thinking she'd get her shop. She did not, but they had a good enough time together. He gave her gifts, money, they traveled to different states together. Chicago, Jersey, Florida.     The day the two conceived Sal, they had a vicious argument after sex. She pointed out that he's only with her because he wants to feel young. This didn’t set him off. It was when she called his wife old, boring, and plain when he wrapped his hands around her throat. He came close to killing her from his offense, but after looking into her big, brown fearful eyes he released her and ordered her to get out of his sight.

    This was also, funny enough, the last time they saw each other because he got arrested a few weeks later.       Stuck with her pregnancy, Stefani felt burdened. Never the most traditional girl, she wanted an abortion. It was actually her first thought. She didn’t want a baby, she couldn’t support a baby with her money as a waitress, she knew she wasn’t mature enough for a baby.     But, if she got an abortion, Stefani would have never known how to explain that to her mother. So she had little Sal, but thought about killing him frequently. He was a manifestation of her mistakes.       She had thoughts of smothering him when he was an infant. She hoped one day he would be kidnapped, so she wouldn't have to kill him because the thought of going through with it herself made her feel ill. However there came a time when he was six years old where she abandoned him at the park as he played with the other kids.      Sal didn’t notice it until the sun was setting and one by one, parents were telling his playmates it was time to leave. When he realized she was gone, he panicked and tried looking for her. Crying all the while. Meanwhile, Stefani was thinking of telling her family that Sal disappeared from the playground and she couldn't find him. Because surely, by the time the police arrived, he would have been dead or snatched up.      Thankfully, a kind woman found Sal on the street and tracked down his family. To this day, this is one of Sal's traumatizing memories.      As he got older, Stefani was simply a neglectful parent. Enabling him to run the streets, go to the park, she had no interest in what he was doing or who his friends were. Sal gradually noticed this when observing his friends who had smothering mothers who ordered them inside, told them dinner was ready, scolded them for their choices in attire. This is when Sal began to wonder, “why don't I have that?”       Now, Stefani was kind to Sal, sometimes. Sometimes they laughed, had inside jokes, and more often than not Sal felt very protective of her. When Stefani died, she was actually pregnant. Sal was going to be an older brother, and he was very happy about that. They were both happy.       In the present, Sal has no idea how he feels about his mother. It leans towards hatred though. He knows they had their good times, he knows he wanted to murder her killer, but he also remembers all the times she was terrible to him, and he can't forget these times because they massively outweigh the good.      And of course, he never talks about her. At a certain point in his life, he began referring to his aunt as his mother. 

[bluuxriising]

Do you ever think of the Scozzari?

She glanced over her shoulder at the faceless entity, a smile in her dark eyes. "Every single day." Bluu turned her attention back to the landscape she'd been painting, reaching out to run a fingertip over a stream of water swirling around a rock in its path. "Papa Sal would have loved this piece of art." Running water was difficult to execute because you had to convey motion and energy and capture the play of light on the surface.

Water that wasn't muddy took its color from its surroundings; it would look blue under a clear sky, green in the shadow of a mountain, dull on a gray day. She had spent years painting the sea and never tired of it because the water was always different. Different. That's what her life had become without her mother, her father...her siblings. Bluu's heart clenched, and her eyes lowered. "It's hard not to think of them when you're living on the edge of the world alone." Her shoulders tensed, and she ran a hand through her hair. "I..I wish I could go home," she confessed.

[deloresisout]

So like, when Nick received family visitation in juvie, he had to deal with Louis going: ‘ :))) Guess what? I’m a lion scout!!’ this was in addition to knowing that Louis and Sal go on adventures geared around his baby brother’s scouting. And I’m not gonna say he feels jealous but - 

he definitely thought,

‘ :/ damn I never went camping with dad.’

[citylighten]

I think I'm gonna make a poll for Zoe's new surname and I got some deja vu because years ago I did this with Sal's surname when I learned there was a difference between Sicilian surnames and Northern Italian surnames. 😂

[streetsofsecretswegone]

When it comes to his sisters, Louis tends to be smothered in affection. Well, Bianca shamelessly gives him love while Cassandra gives tough(ish) love. Like, “I love you, ya lil dumbass ://” The affection (and invasiveness) of his older sisters becomes too much for him to handle, easily. At the end of the day, they’re treating him like a baby. Then, when it comes to Nick, Louis is overwhelmed and agitated by his long-winded stories of how things use to be when he was ‘running Brooklyn.’ But more than that, I’m realizing Nick and Louis are different in so many ways (that partially stems from the age gap between them). 

Nick is a very traditional guy, even in regards to Catholicism. He takes midnight mass seriously during the holidays and potentially uses the confessional as a form of therapy (without disclosing his bloody information, ofc) Meanwhile, Louis doesn’t believe in Christianity. He believes in higher beings, spirits, demons, etc. and he doesn’t believe that one religion is right while all others are supposedly wrong.

Nick A L W A Y S tries to install traditional beliefs into Louis. More than that, he wants Louis to take certain matters seriously. And Louis always thinks to himself, “no.”

[wardogsong]

@streetsofsecrets

Frank thinks if the old man knew HOW he'd gotten word of his— his INCIDENT; he would laugh. He can picture the moment as clear as day, the crinkling around his mentor's eyes, the gleam in those still mischievous hues— not to mention the wagged finger that would accompany it all and be crowed by a smug and joyful I-Told-You-So. Long before HBO had put Varys the Spider on every American tv and beyond, Sal had known and made use of such Little Birds. Errand kids he shared a secret smile with, shared some sweets with, and occasionally gave the thrill of allowing them to feel important by HELPING him out with something. Ferrying a message or delivering a package they would never know was nothing more than some staple dry-cleaning.

HE had started out as one of them, excitedly ringing bells in Sal's name and bringing his own wife boxes of candy like they contained State Secrets.

Years later Frank would be told that was called an intelligence network, and he'd be taught how to create and maintain one on government dollars. It's training he puts to use for his country in it's foreign wars— but it hardly goes ignored once those days are done and he is become The Punisher instead. After all, that IS the choice that has had him excommunicated from the Scozzari family— from this very man in the hospital bed before him, his unnaturally chilly hand held tight within his own.

Frank couldn't just. . . He'd lost EVERYONE else, he couldn't just . . . carry on, never knowing what was going on with his Ma and his old man. He couldn't exist never knowing if they were alright— if his enemies ever found them, if they ever needed a thing. Each day that they aged worried him all the more and reminded him of yesteryear's promises, the expectation that he would ALWAYS have been there for them. And so he had conscripted his own little birds wherever the Scozzaris resided.

It was one of them who had whispered in his ear the tale of Sal being loaded into the back of an ambulance out in front of his home. Excommunication ignored, Frank had not hesitated to find the right hospital and slip into it after dark to lay eyes and hands both on Sal.

[streetsofsecrets-a]

      After she and Salvatore survived a hit in 1990, Delores contemplated taking her children and running far from New York where they could be anonymous and safe. Salvatore could have come with her - she had no desires to separate the family, however, she knew that Sal was too into the life to change. Needless to say, seeing her husband in a pitiful wounded state caused her to stay. Her paranoia and anxiety did not decrease, though. Delores began seeing a therapist, and she began getting better acquainted with Sal’s firearms.  

    Slowly but surely, she was on her way to a gun range learning how to use a gun adequately. She became happier. Ridiculously happy. 

    When Sal found out, his masculinity was threatened. He felt Delores was going to the gun range because she felt he was a lackluster protector, on the verge of death, too. He did not want to accept that Delores just wanted to learn how to protect herself in the worst-case scenario. They began arguing. She had him sleeping in the guest room. 

    One night, she awoke to a vase shattering downstairs. Delores got out of bed, grabbed the pistol hidden in the closet, told Bianca to hold Louis and stay hidden and finally, she woke up Sal. For a moment, seeing his wife standing over him with a pistol had him think that he was about to get whacked until he also heard the ruckus from below. He got his own gun.

    For the husband and wife to creep down the stairs, armed, was surreal for Sal. Delores told him that she would be his cover - as she did not want to be on the front line. Sal disapproved regardless, telling her to make sure nobody got upstairs. They fussed in whispers for a good minute before Sal decided Delores could be his cover. 

     Nothing would happen. They would see that their cat was just playing with her toys. Jumping around. Damaging their furniture in the process. 

      The aftermath of this consisted of Sal deciding they needed to get a dog. Delores also let him back into their bedroom.

[asilverjackal]

[prettytm]

How much do you think Ms. Scozzari actually feels love for you? Realistically. Since you did, after all, begin as a gutter child brought to her by her husband.

The question catches him off guard. It's not the type of thing he'd expect from a quick trip outside. He's running to the the corner bodega for a chopped cheese and fries not to have his entire existence questioned but now here he was. Looked down on and belittled. Should he be surprised? Yeah, probably not. Was he? Only a little because it's so random. He supposed he's gotten too comfortable, the love his adoptive parents had for him was something he had only stopped wondering about a few years ago. It had been hard for them all in the beginning. He's a gutter rat, abandoned on the doorstep of a fire station and put into the system until the system let a man play hero but instead he found himself cornered and told he had _such a pretty mouth_. One torn rotator cuff and a broken soul later, he ran as far and hard as he could. No ever came looking. Except Sal. Billy had always had a thing for stray cats. It's only until he's picked up off the street like one he finally gets why. Because he had something in common with them. He's a stray cat. Timid and scared, ready to claw the face off of the next person who looks at them funny but so lonely and touch starved that maybe.. Keeping the claws sheathed would ensure a hot meal and a hug. He got a family instead. So yeah. He knows how much Eve Scozzari loves him. She shows him everyday with the little things. His favorite snacks in the cabinets, his favorite soft drink in the fridge, the books she leaves on his bed, the movies she takes him to see, the way she ruffles his hair and tells him she knows he's hers because where else he got that mess of curls. He doesn't give any of that away though. Those memories, those moments, were his and hers, no outsider trying to tear him down was going to stain them with their hate. So.. He smirks with a tilt of his head, black eyes scanning the stranger up and down. "Might do to ask her yourself. Though after I go home and tell her some punk called me a gutter child.. My dad's gonna come find you first. Sure he'll enlighten you."

[drrestlesshate]

Filippo Scozzari