#valerio valeri

[weirdlookindog]

Kill, Baby… Kill! / Operazione paura (1964)

Micaela Esdra & Valerio Valeri

[receiving-tomb]

An 18th century European village is haunted by the ghost of a murderous little girl. Would you let her in?

Still from Operazione paura (1966, alternatively titled Curse of the Dead, Operation Fear, and Kill Baby...Kill!)

[moviemosaics]

Kill, Baby, Kill

directed by Mario Bava, 1966

[accuratepicuresofanthropologists]

Wenner-Gren's 100th symposium, Symbolism Through Time, was a chock-full of Famous Anthropologists.

Here is their caption for the event: "Back: J. Clifford, L. Drummond, J .Fernandez, J. Peacock, J. Boon, E. Leach, P. Burke, V. Valeri, B. Kapferer, N. Watson Front: D. Krupa, D. Handelman, N. Miyata, K. Blu, K. Komatsu, P. Rabinow, M. Sahlins, E. Ohnuki-Tierney, S. Ortner, C. Geertz, F. da Silva, L. Osmundsen"

Another image in which Sahlins is in the front row -- I'm keeping track of that.

via Wenner-Gren.

[ndostairlyrium]

[x]

[candied-boys]

Another - Rio x F! Reader Part 2

When Emma chooses another, Rio has to go home without her... But there's more awaiting him than just forgotten memories...

Themes: hurt and healing, facing the past, learning to love again, aka angst with a happy ending!

Warnings: angst, Rio route spoilers, eventual smut, written from Rio's POV

Part 1

You had wondered now and then.

As memories of your identity had begun to resurface, being betrothed was an obvious possibility for a prince. However, after having received the items found with you that rainy day, you dismissed the idea. The ring was never meant for a lover. No sentimental memorabilia lay tucked into the pockets of your long-forgotten coat.

Surely, had you a wife you would at least remember. Or so you assumed. Very incorrectly it appears.

The first question that comes to mind is not why you can't recall her, but why your ass of a brother never mentioned her. The answer wells up as swiftly as the anger surging within — because having mistresses is not only normal, it is expected. The one who brought you into this very world was your father's mistress. There was never any reason for Silvio to comment on your loyalty, or lack there of.

When your vision at last returns to perceiving the outside world, you are met with a brave face. Tears run down her youthful cheeks, yet she smiles to hide the heart you have broken.

“It does not matter, Your Majesty. That His Highness has returned safely is the only important part. I am sure there will be many more years ahead to make new memories than remedy the few we have left behind.”

A hand slips from yours to rest gently on the young woman's shoulder before your mother introduces her as if you are complete strangers.

When you were but eighteen she was brought to court to be an attendant to one of the late queen’s many ladies in waiting. She worked her way up through the ranks over the years, eventually earning her position as maiden in waiting to the second lady of the house — your mother.

At the time your mother was still mistress to the king and you an illegitimate bastard. Even if treated as a prince, naturally there was no chance of you being wed to a legitimate princess of another country. As both the daughter of a dear friend and being from a noble merchant family it was a favourable arrangement for all.

You grew up anticipating such a union, yet you still managed to forget.

“There is someone else you should meet, Valerio. One you'll be forgiven for not recognizing,” you mother finishes with a tender smile.

A subtle nod from her in the direction of the maid standing by the door. A deep breath from the lady you have just been told is your wife. A click, footsteps, and a nurse carrying a little girl no more than two.

Voice as sweet as a songbird she chirps, “Mammina!” and reaches out from the nurse's arms to be held by the one she clearly adores.

Those brilliant hues soften. The tears from earlier nowhere to be seen. Disappointment and heartache have been replaced by love and affection.

“Questo è tuo papà, piccina mia,” you hear her coo at the child before directing her gaze to you.

“Papà?” the little girl repeats, blinking at you with bright blue eyes identical to your own.

“Sì, papà,” her mother answers softly with a smile.

At this the small creature reaches out towards you with tiny hands.

“What does she want?” you ask cautiously.

“To be loved by her father…” your mother answers instead.

Steadying your heart with a shakey breath, you open your arms to the child. She leans in eagerly, climbing into your embrace. She is far heavier than you imagined for being so small. Tiny arms cling to your neck in a surprisingly strong chokehold. The world's softest skin rubs against yours where her chubby cheek nuzzles into you.

“Does she have a name…?” you query like an idiot after what seems an eternity of silence.

“Valerie, for her father…” a nervous voice tells you. “I hope you don't mind. She was all I had left of you after you disappeared… By the time she was born we all thought you would never return, so we named her after you…”

Shaking your head what little you can under the vice grip, a smile steals across your lips and a whispered thank you slips past.

Popping out from beneath your chin, the little girl squeaks, “Gioca con me, papà!”

“No, no, bambina. Papà is busy. We shouldn't bother him…” her mother fusses, a fear stricken look in her eyes as she reaches out to take the child back.

You can only imagine how you must have treated her in your past life to earn such an anxious reaction.

“It's okay…” you counter as tenderly as you can and keep the girl in your arms. Patting her little head you continue, “The least I can do after being absent so long is play with Valerie… Shall we go for a walk in the gardens perhaps? There is much we should discuss.”

Some gentle reassurance seems needed from your mother to convince the young lady she is not a burden. The weak smile you attempt is not returned, but she does walk at your side when you leave the room.

Your memories after your twelfth birthday are as coherent as shattered porcelain. When you try to fit the pieces together they make certain shapes, but they are unclear and riddled with innumerable gaps. For someone who should be so close to you, the missing shards are too big. Your stomach churns with self-hatred at the mere thought of the person you used to be.

Seeping into your lungs, the salty breeze soothes your nerves the moment you step outside. No roses perfume the air. Whether that's comforting or painful you cannot decipher. The palace courtyard being the location of several dark memories, you skirt the plaza in favour of the shaded willows and at length find the old trees with a poorly cared for bench beneath their tendrils.

Only once seated do you notice the lady at your side remains on her feet. You wince at the idea that you may not have allowed the person you were supposed to treat as an equal to rest next to you without permission in past years. The fact that even now you lacked the courtesy to offer her a seat first tells you exactly how fickle your loyalties still are.

Before you can correct yourself, Valerie steals your attention as she wriggles out of your arms and off the bench, running away as soon as her tiny feet touch the ground. Her mother lays a gentle hand on your shoulder when you jump up, keeping you from chasing after the child in a panic.

“She'll come back,” she explains, a soft look that begs you to trust her, as if you have never shown faith in her before.

“Please… Sit with me,” you plead, wishing you could, of all the memories you have lost, also forget how unkind your true nature is.

This time lending her a gloved palm, you offer her the bench first. Retaking your own spot, you wait anxiously for those bright blue eyes to return from whence they disappeared round the hedges.

Sighing and running your hand through golden locks, you wonder aloud, “Where do we even begin…”

Timidly she offers to recount her upbringing, not expecting it to spark memories, but hoping it may help you get your bearings. You agree appreciatively and listen until the two-year-old appears at your knees with a flower clasped in each hand.

“Per mammina!” the little one offers, voice as sweet as a wind chime.

“A pansy. Grazie, bambina.”

Turning to you, she holds out a yellow flower on a long stem. “Per papà!”

“A daffodil. Thank you, Valerie,” you answer with a soft lilt — unfamiliar even to you.

As the excited girl runs off again you ask hesitantly, “Does she really know I'm her father or…?”

“Well... I never dreamt she would meet you. Even so, I still wanted her to know and love her father… I take her to view the royal galleries often… and I’ve shown her the portrait in my locket every morning since she was born… I think that's why she recognizes you, but perhaps that's my wishful thinking…”

A great many pieces hang in that gallery. Most of the ones you had posed for had been commissioned in your childhood, or so you recall. Undoubtedly there should be a few more though — one for your coming of age, one when your mother became queen consort, and… one for your wedding…

“So, she never calls anyone else that… Not my brothers, or other blonde haired gentlemen…?”

“Well, she doesn't see her uncles often, but she knows them from the paintings hung in the galleries too. I'm sure she doesn't really understand the difference between the word father and a name, but she's never called any other man papà…”

Like an anchor snagging on a rocky seabed, some part tucked away deep in your heart is steadied — grounded.

“I tried to tell her as much as I remembered to keep you alive in her heart…” she continues, her gaze cast down. “And in mine…”

Dozens of questions swirl like eddies; what was your relationship like? Who were you as a man, a lover, a husband? What does she expect from you now? But the first to break through the whitecaps is far more direct.

“Did I ever… love you?”

In the pause that rises like a tide, you find yourself unconsciously admiring the first gift from the daughter you didn't know you had until half an hour ago.

“Perhaps not passionately, nor even platonically — for you've always been far beyond my realm in intelligence — but in your own way, you took care of me…”

Though you wonder what that could possibly entail when she seems so fearful of you, you're too ashamed to ask. Instead you change the subject to the little child who now returns, her arms full of blossoms the gardeners will undoubtedly find missing later.

“I see… I can assume from Valerie's existence that we at least consummated the marriage. Did we… have such relations often?”

Caressing the head that bobs level with the bench as the happy creature lays out flowers one by one on the seat between you two, she answers, “You were a gentle lover. Never demanding. You only visited my chambers once in a while. The last time was about a week before you went missing.”

Frowning at your own behaviour you turn to find her gaze. “Did I have a mistress? Was there a reason I visited so little?”

“Not that I know of,” she answers evenly but avoids meeting your eyes. “Though, I've heard you took one while in Rholodite.”

Choking back the bile scalding your throat you manage, at length, to string a few words together. “She was never... I... love her… ardently… but she… has never returned my feelings…”

“I see… She must be an incredible woman to have earned your affection.”

The pain in her forced smile is tangible despite her attempts to hide it by focusing on the little girl babbling about the vibrant colours of the stolen flowers.

“Was I that miserly with my attention towards you?” The question stings as it slips past your own lips.

A cool spring breeze shakes the willows, but the rustling isn't enough to cover the hurt as she answers, “I… generally… tried to stay out of your way…”

You watch in silence as Valerie runs off again with giddy laughter and grass-stained palms.

“In plain terms… I pushed you away.”

Picking up the blossoms one by one, a bouquet begins to take shape as she arranges them in her hand.

“You could say that, yes. There was only one time you relied on me…”

“And that was?”

“To collect evidence against the late queen for attempted assassination…”

Part 3

🧡🫣🧡Tag list: @drachonia @outtayourmouth @maries-gallery @lamiefromage @tele86 @queengiuliettafirstlady

[original-character-championship]

Bracket G First Half!!!

These ocs are entering the competition on Wednesday 19th at 5pm GMT!!!

385. Eloise Garminebhel (@exhaustioninducedapathy)

386. Hyung (@pkstarstruck

387. Skater & Kronos (@kratt09)

388. Lucy (@blazernot)

389. Valerio Álvarez  (@lieutenant-amuel)

390. Gavin (@punchodile)

391. Amber Rio (@cosmik-koto)

392. Chess (@concealeddarkness13)

393. Sollicitus (@skyderman)

394. Virgil Darca (@rusted-muses)

395. Spinz  (@xaeyrnofnbe)*

396. Miko (@byteduchess)*

397. Lotus & Maple (@echoheart0324)

398. Enigma (@sad-tacocat)

399. Vin - Sentinel-General Vincent 'Nate' Hudson & RJ MacCready (@theartofblossoming)

400. Musicbox (@mxdragonica)

401. Suzuki Nobu & Yoshioka Jun (@to-hell-with-good-intentions & @hilowperfixations)

402. Aubrey Miller (@serethespider)

403. Anvilhead (@sixtyt-en)

404. Xifang Baihu (@shranstan)

405. OG dew (@lemoneychicken)

406. Soul & Cred, or soulstone (@vampireautism)

407. Jhero Decedar (@scribespirare)

408. Kalamari & Magnapinna Talismani (@arcadian-vampire)

409. Mirage (@theshrimpgod)

410. Eris Caroll & Mendacium (@kalopseance)

411. Claire Saltzman & Valerie Astaire & Aine Simons (@snazzy-cici)

412. Candid (@halemerry)

413. Kassem & Vermont  (@ow-old-men)

414. Dawn (@rais-crockpot)

415. Cherish (@kindledrose)

416. Royale (@ittybluejay)

*i have been asked to move this matchup to the second half - it will just get posted later there's no other change

[offseason-if]

Hi! I was just wondering how valerios name is pronounced? Is it like val-erio or valerie-o or secret third option again 😂

LMAO the first option! vuh-lare-ee-oh if u need the phonetic spelling.

[sakuramidnight15]

🐺 For Valerio please

"What the damn fuck?"

As Akio muttered, looking at himself at the mirror. Tall yet pointy wolf ears were on his head instead of his horn, swinging behind his back was a very long wolf tail but was more fluffier than his ki-rin tail.

Valerie couldn't stop squealing herself the soon as the potion worked on her boyfriend, although the reaction she noticed on his face was of course, as she expected.

Akio was not impressed as usual. But if looks can commit to kill, it's about the time as he looked at his girlfriend.

"What did you put in that stew?"

"I don't what but you look very adorable."

"Bunny."

"Like I said, I don't know what happened!"

Well apparently, Akio wondered is he's ever going back to his usual myth form soon than this, however...

Valerie seems to have a lot of fun with her boyfriend as she continued to brush his long wolf tail.

[karenlacorte]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: ❤️ Valerie 888 Ian & Valery Co. Sterling & Amber Brooch.

[weirdlookindog]

Operazione paura (1966) Japanese poster

AKA Kill, Baby… Kill!; Operation Fear; Curse of the Living Dead; Don’t Walk in the Park

[valvalvalvalerie]

#004

Valerie baru saja selesai menyapu rumah, dan ia agak kesal melihat sang kakak yang selesai mandi, bukannya ke kamar malah asyik main game di sofa. Bahkan tubuhnya hanya berbalut handuk di pinggang ke bawah.

"Kak!!" omel Valerie sambil memukul pelan pundak Valerio. "Minimal bajuan dulu, baru main game. Ntar masuk angin!!"

"Iya iya," jawab Valerio acuh, dan segera menamatkan game-nya. Ia lantas bangkit dari sofa, dan...

Handuk yang dikenakannya merosot. Membuat tubuh polos sang kakak terlihat jelas di matanya. Buru-buru Valerie menutup mata.

"MESUM!!!! KAKAK MESUM!!!!" Valerie memukuli kakaknya dengan sapu yang dibawanya, dengan mata tertutup.

"Oi oi, Valey!! Kalem dong!!" Valerio kesulitan menghindari pukulan sapu itu.

"Ada apa sih ribut-ribut?" sang ibu pun muncul dari dapur, dan sedikit terkejut melihat dua anaknya tengah bertengkar. Si kakak yang tubuhnya tanpa sehelai benang, sementara si adik yang memukuli si kakak dengan mata tertutup menggunakan sapu.

"KAKAK MESUM, BUND!!" adu Valerie.

"Udah, udah! Valo, kamu tuh udah gede. Abis mandi ya langsung ke kamar!! Sana, kamu pake baju dulu!! Valey, kamu sekarang mandi! Abis itu kalian pada sarapan. Kita kan mau pergi."

Mendengar ucapan sang ibu, dua kakak adik itu pun langsung bubar sesuai perintah dari sang ibu.

<>

Usai sarapan, Valerie beserta ibu dan kakaknya memesan taksi online untuk pergi ke supermarket, guna membeli beberapa kebutuhan untuk satu bulan kedepan. Ia membantu ibunya memilih sayuran dan bahan makanan lain, serta membeli beberapa daily need lainnya. Sementara sang kakak, bertugas mendorong troli. Sesekali pun keduanya mengambil beberapa cemilan.

Saat tengah memilih rasa biskuit yang disukanya, tanpa sengaja ia mendengar percakapan seorang anak kecil dan ayahnya dari arah belakang. Ia pun secara tidak sadar, menoleh ke sumber suara.

Tampaklah keluarga bahagia yang tengah memilih beberapa cemilan, dengan sang ibu yang tidak setuju kalau si anak membeli keripik kentang, dan si ayah yang membela anaknya untuk membelikan keripik kentang. Diam-diam, ia iri dengan keluarga yang tampak bahagia tersebut.

'Andai ayahku sebaik ayah mereka...' batinnya berbicara. 'Kalo aku berantem sama kakak tadi pagi, respon ayah gimana ya?'

"Valey!" sebuah suara memanggil namanya, disertai dengan sensasi dingin yang mendarat di pipinya. Valerie tersadar dari lamunannya, karena Valerio menempelkan kaleng minuman dingin ke pipinya.

"Ngelamun aja, mikir apa?"

"Enggak kok..." sangkal Valerie. Valerio lantas menoleh ke arah yang dilihat Valerie, dan ia langsung paham.

"Dicariin Bunda. Kirain kamu kemana, nggak tahunya masih disini," kata Valerio, pura-pura tak tahu apa yang di pikiran Valerie. "Yuk ah, kita minta es krim sama Bunda."

Valerie mengangguk, lalu mengikuti sang kakak menuju tempat ibu mereka menunggu.

'Apa suatu saat, aku juga bisa punya keluarga yang utuh kayak gitu?'

[giancarlonicoli]

31 mag 2023 15:49

VEDI CAROCCI E POI UNO SI BUTTA A DESTRA! - IL BOSS DEL CINEMA AMERICA (E DINTORNI) JE L’HA FATTA: IL SINDACO GUALTIERI, MARTELLATO DA ZINGARETTI E FRANCESCHINI, SMOLLA AL PRINCIPE SUL PISELLO 250 MILA EURO PER ORGANIZZARE LE SUE ARENE – I CONSIGLIERI DI DESTRA SI SVEGLIANO: “SONO PERSONE CHE OCCUPANO ABUSIVAMENTE UNO SPAZIO PRIVATO E ALLE QUALI AFFIDIAMO, SENZA BANDO, 250.000 EURO DI SOLDI PUBBLICI, ADDIRITTURA DOPO CHE QUALCUNO DI LORO (CAROCCI) AVREBBE MINACCIATO IL SINDACO..." -

Estratto dell’articolo di Valerio Valeri per www.romatoday.it

Dopo la lunga trattativa andata in scena lo scorso venerdì 26 maggio nell'ufficio del capo di gabinetto di Gualtieri, i ragazzi del Cinema America ottengono il tanto atteso finanziamento da parte del Comune: 250.000 euro per sostenere una buona parte delle spese (già anticipate) per realizzare la nona edizione del "Cinema in piazza".

La commissione cultura, presieduta dalla dem Erica Battaglia, si è espressa positivamente sulla delibera di giunta che nel pomeriggio del 31 maggio darà definitivamente il via libera a due finanziamenti: uno da 198.000 euro per la partecipata Fondazione Cinema per Roma, ente di diritto privato in controllo pubblico e 250.000 euro per la Fondazione Piccolo America, ente privato nato a dicembre 2022 dall'esperienza decennale dei ragazzi che nel 2012 occuparono il Cinema America e oggi gestiscono anche la Sala Troisi a Trastevere.

La riunione del 31 maggio, convocata nel tardo pomeriggio del 30, arriva a pochi giorni da quella che in molti hanno definito come una vera e propria occupazione degli uffici del sindaco Gualtieri da parte di Valerio Carocci, presidente della Fondazione e "frontman" dei ragazzi del Cinema America.  […]

Così, dopo l'uscita dello stesso Carocci che all'indomani della lunga trattativa in Campidoglio ha riferito del rinnovato impegno da parte di Gualtieri, la commissione cultura si è riunita in tempi stretti (come ammesso in apertura anche dall'assessore Miguel Gotor) a 48 ore dall'inizio dell'edizione 2023 del Cinema in Piazza, permettendo alla giunta di dare l'ok definitivo al finanziamento. […]

Il consigliere Stefano Erbaggi (FdI) ha votato contro: "Non concepisco una convocazione del genere che unisce due argomenti opposti - ha detto - perché da una parte c'è una realtà istituzionale e inattaccabile, mentre dall'altra c'è una fondazione composta da persone che occupano abusivamente uno spazio privato e alle quali affidiamo, senza bando, 250.000 euro di soldi pubblici, addirittura dopo che qualcuno di loro avrebbe minacciato il Sindaco, fatto tra l'altro non smentito da nessuno. […]".

Anche l'ex sindaca Virginia Raggi ha condiviso le perplessità del centrodestra: "Abbiamo dovuto leggere i documenti di notte - esordisce - tra l'altro incompleti. Non c'è una comparazione di spese, non sappiamo se la cifra decisa per il Cinema in Piazza sia consona rispetto a quella stabilita per la Fondazione Cinema per Roma".

Francesca Barbato (FdI), che non ha partecipato al voto, ha definito la commissione del 31 maggio "una trappola politica, perché si è messo tutto insieme nello stesso calderone, continuando a legittimare situazioni di illegalità e abusivismo

[brody75]

Kill, Baby, Kill (1966)

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Operazione paura (a.k.a. Kill, Baby… Kill!) (Mario Bava, 1966)