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boinin · 1 year ago

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The dust has settled on Ubers versus Bastard Munchen. Any of us rooting for the Italian side have had to reconsider our theories for the PXG match. It's now being pitched as a battle of the NEL titans, rather than the scrappy underdog match-up some of us were hoping for.

I'm still excited for PXG v BM, as it means we'll get a definitive victor. Not just for the NEL, but for Blue Lock. It'll be either Isagi or Rin, just like in the U20 match.

But beyond that, there's a couple things I'd really like to see addressed. Namely around the master strikers... and the enigma that is Julian Loki.

Loki was introduced much earlier than his colleagues Lavinho, Chris Prince or Snuffy, preceded only by Noel Noa.

Unlike the other masters though, Loki is seventeen. Younger than many of the kids he's coaching... everyone but Rin and Nanase, so far as we know.

Given the other master coaches appear to be at minimum in their mid 20s to late 30s, Loki must have something extremely special going for him to be selected over another player... because whatever way you look at it, his age and inexperience pose a significant red flag.

You should not ask a seventeen year old to monitor a training camp for other teenagers. Come on. I bet Anri was banging her head off a desk when Ego informed her of this decision.

Anyway, building on this train of thought, Loki must have some heft both as a player and a coach to secure this gig. We know he's talented, from the World 5 game (third selection). We also know he's the "top rising star", at least in the French league. But why on earth was he chosen to be a master coach? Is it just to sell BLLK TV subscriptions?

Despite his relative inexperience, there's something about him that puts him in the same league as Noa, Snuffy, Prince and Lavinho, as both a player and a mentor. The question is, how will they establish this?

I have a vague prediction that would sell how good a coach he's been.

Each time so far, the Star Change System has been invoked by the opposing coach. Namely, Lavinho, Prince and Snuffy. Noa's never been particularly happy about it.

Imagine a scenario where PXG are destroying BM, as a result of their disjointed teamwork.

Rin has blown through their defence twice to score, and BM are visibly losing hope. Isagi's spilling puzzle pieces everywhere trying to come up with a countermeasure. But he needs time to think.

Right about then, if Noa decided to substitute on through the Star Change System... it would serve as a powerful commentary.

If resident frigid bastard Noel Noa has to row in to support his team, that says a lot about how well Loki has coached his players.

Does this overly rely on the PXG team's innate talent? Kinda. But you could say say the same for BM and Noa, who's managed to coax fantastic performances from his team in spite of his supposed hands-off approach. We only see things through Isagi's perspective. It's possible Noa's coached the others (such as Jin and Neru) off screen.

In essence: BM have raw talent, about the same as PXG. But the coaches are the ones who've polished it to a killer sharpness. You could argue Barcha were such pushovers because of Lavinho's refusal to refine their footballing early on. Manshine held up better, but like Lavinho Prince let his own narcissism get in the way against BM. Ubers were the hardest to beat, because Snuffy trained all of his players evenly.

So yeah: speculation for now, but I'm curious to see how they're going to justify Julien's placement as a Master Coach. Here's hoping we get some insight during the downtime chapters.

#blue lock #blue lock spoilers #blue lock manga spoilers #bllk speculation #bllk analysis #julien loki #noel noa #neo egoist league #bastard munchen #paris x gen #boinin talks bllk #mine #this got rambly #but a fun thing to wonder about

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saintsenara · 6 months ago

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I really want to hear your thoughts on the wizarding world. So I have a question about British wizards' language skills. Canon tells us very little about British wizards and their relationship to languages. We know that Fleur, Victor and Madame Maxime can speak more than one language. (They are not British). However, we do know that there is at least one British wizard who speaks several languages. Percy and Ludo say that Barty senior speaks over a hundred languages. So, do you think British wizarding society has a general opinion about learning languages or is it more about what class a wizard is born into or what their future career plans are? After all, Hogwarts doesn't teach languages to students. I'd also like to hear your thoughts on these characters and their language skills. Do you think they can speak more than one language? Voldemort (parseltongue doesn't count), Dumbledore, Barty jr and Bill Weasley.

thank you very much for the ask, anon! and what an interesting question!

in harry potter, language-learning is one of those things which - since it's not a key aspect of the story - ends up not having any specific worldbuilding. and so it's one of those parts of the books in which the wizarding attitude towards foreign languages just seems to be exactly the same as the real-world british one.

which is - like everything in britain - enormously rooted in social class, and in things [like race and ethnicity] which intersect with this.

you will often hear, for example, that the working-classes don't bother learning foreign languages - but what is meant by this is that working-class people don't choose in large numbers to become proficient in the specific western european languages [french, german, italian, and spanish] which signify that someone is well-educated, culturally-sophisticated, and mentally non-parochial to the british cultural and intellectual elite. working-class people may very well speak one of these four languages - especially african and caribbean dialects of french - as native or heritage languages, and they may very well speak urdu, yoruba, albanian, polish, turkish, and so on for the same reasons... it's just that this isn't recognised as something impressive.

but it is certainly true that language-learning for reasons other than heritage generally isn't considered to be particularly important in class-brackets below a certain threshold in the middle-middle- to upper middle-classes.

partially this is for boorish, parochial reasons which align with certain strains of political and social conservatism. uncle vernon, for example, would regard language-learning as woke nonsense and be horrified if dudley came home from school and asked to be given loads of italian novels for his birthday... he would have a similar reaction if his son announced his intention to start playing the violin, take ballet, write poetry, become interested in impressionist painting, or eat the local food while on holiday.

[the grangers, in contrast, appear to come from the europhile wing of the upper-middle-classes - and would, therefore, regard it as horribly parochial to only speak english. we know they go on holiday to france in prisoner of azkaban - and i think we can imagine that this isn't the first time they do so, and that hermione and her parents can all speak conversational french. indeed, if hermione was privately educated prior to starting hogwarts - and all signs point to yes - she would have studied french at prep school.]

but british monolingualism is also partially because the global hegemony of english means that being able to speak anything else isn't crucial for travel, employment, or - indeed - emigration, since brits who aspire to move abroad often want to go to places like australia and new zealand.

and so language-learning has become - like music - an academic subject which seems to be thought of by many brits as "not a key skill" - unlike, for example, something like maths. nice to have if you've got a grip on everything else, but not a necessity... and so, for british children who are educated in state schools [public schools in the us], foreign languages are only compulsory for three school years [years 7-9, the equivalents of years 1-3 at hogwarts]. some schools insist on a language being taken at gcse [exams taken at the end of year 11 - hogwarts year 5, what owls are a pastiche of], but this is not mandatory.

[although it was at my school. slay.]

so it makes sense within this cultural context that there are no languages on the compulsory hogwarts curriculum - the intended audience isn't expecting there to be.

[although it's worth saying that ancient runes - while i know it has a whole fanon surrounding it which makes it a sort of spellcasting system - is a pastiche of latin/classical greek as school subjects, so there is at least one elective language students can study].

of course, it makes less sense that this is the case when we remember that jkr did french at university... and it also makes less sense that this is the case because hogwarts is based on real-world institutions - britain's elite boarding schools - which do prioritise language-learning, since the students come from class-backgrounds which value multilingualism as a signal of cultural status.

[seriously - while i accept that this is anecdotal - it was so striking to me when i was at university that all but three of the thirty-or-so people i ever met doing a degree in a foreign language, whether a european language or not, was privately educated. add in classical languages and that ratio gets worse.]

but i think we can get around this by noting that hogwarts is set up in a way which presumes that its entire student body has had a wizarding primary education - and not only that, but an elite one [since hogwarts does, even if this isn't the doylist text's intention, seem to apply some sort of selection process which means that students who aren't from well-heeled backgrounds stand out enormously]. and then by presuming that the primary curriculum which someone like draco malfoy would have studied [at home, probably with a governess] would have included some sort of language tuition.

i imagine that this tuition would be in a muggle language - non-human languages [like mermish or gobbledegook] seem to be regarded as sufficiently "niche" in the eyes of the population that they wouldn't be taught as a general skill, but either learned in one's own time or as part of the training for specific careers, such as goblin liaison; the fact that barty crouch sr. speaks so many just for fun is a way canon hints at him being a bit... weird - and i imagine that this muggle language would be french.

this is not, however, because i go in for the fanon that all purebloods are of recent french heritage and retain close family connections in france [names like malfoy and lestrange are anglo-norman - which means they arrived in britain a thousand years ago with william the conqueror, and are as meaningfully english as the word "beef" or "monarchy...], but because french is generally considered the most "useful" language to learn in britain because france is literally next door.

[irish is sobbing.]

when it comes to the characters you specifically asked about...

lord voldemort's pre-hogwarts education is a bit of a mystery - in that the fact that the text isn't concerned about fleshing it out means that he ends up being far better educated than would normally have been the case for a child of his background [simply by virtue of not being functionally illiterate...].

even if he went to a moderately well-resourced school by random chance, though, he's extremely unlikely to have formally learned any foreign languages. but the fact that the most common fanon locations for the orphanage are parts of east london which had historically large jewish communities in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries means that he'd have had a fair chance of picking up snippets of yiddish while he was wheeling and dealing around each day. east london also had a large irish community, and if the orphanage is a catholic one [which doesn't really work canonically but which is a headcanon i'm nonetheless wedded to], then he'd probably also have a bit of latin.

once he's at hogwarts, i presume he must take runes [since he's heavily implied, like all male characters the series considers to be intellectually brilliant, to have taken twelve owls]. nonetheless, while he's clearly a nerd - and while he loves a language puzzle, since he spends his teenage years coming up with an anagram of his own name [...] - he has a slightly harry-ish preference in canon for only enjoying lots of flicking-through-books research if it's for a tangible goal [i.e. opening the chamber of secrets]. i can't see him scouring textbooks in an effort to teach himself the european languages his posh friends would have learned at home unless he thought doing so would be unequivocally beneficial to him.

indeed, we canonically know that voldemort can't speak german, since when he's on his hunt for gregorovitch in deathly hallows a woman speaks to him in that language and he just defaults to the british standard of speaking louder in english... and i think we can reasonably assume on these grounds that he can't speak french either.

but he must be able to speak albanian fluently - simply out of necessity, since he spends so much time in the country.

and it's also interesting to me that during his ten years in europe after murdering hepzibah smith [so c.1955-1965], he is implied to spend a lot of time in communist europe, even if not in countries which were fully behind the iron curtain [he must, for example, meet karkaroff - and potentially dolohov - in some part of the eastern bloc, and the bulgarian delegation at the quidditch world cup know who he is]. i think it's entirely reasonable to suppose, then, that he must also be able to speak some level of russian.

dumbledore - on the other hand - can probably speak french, german, and italian, which would have been expected of the sort of late victorian young man who was preparing to embark on a grand tour, and which he undoubtedly taught himself in order to keep up his correspondence with the "most noted magical names of the day" [including grindelwald, to whom he probably spoke german].

i also quite like the idea of him as the sort of late victorian orientalist who crops up again and again in british history, who speaks a language like hindi, arabic, or ottoman turkish with a cut-glass english accent.

the various non-human language he speaks in canon - such as mermish - are presumably also self-taught, and the question which preoccupies me the most in relation to these is whether dumbledore can speak parseltongue?

after all, we know it's a language which can be learned by non-parselmouths - since ron manages to speak it in deathly hallows - and so it must have an actual structure rather than just be vibes. and if dumbledore can't understand it, then what the hell did he think was going on in the memory of the gaunts he shows harry?

barty crouch jr. was definitely forced to have endless lessons with tutors hired by his father, who wanted him to match his two hundred languages, but then forgot everything he knew about mermish the second he started school.

i am sure that - even if he doesn't seem to be able to during the canon timeline - bill weasley learns how to speak french fluently the second the war's out of the way. since this is a basic courtesy if your partner and her family is from france.

i am also sure that the three delacour-weasley children are raised to be bilingual, and that they take great pleasure in bitching about the three potter-weasley children to their faces.

the more interesting question, though, is whether bill can speak any gobbledegook.

it's implied that he might through his job - and he's asked in order of the phoenix about whether there's any pro-voldemort talk among the goblins at gringotts, which suggests that he's known to be able to understand any gobbledegook chit-chat he overhears. but it still always strikes me in deathly hallows that the imperialism really jumps out when bill's speaking to harry about griphook:

“I know goblins,” said Bill. “I’ve worked for Gringotts ever since I left Hogwarts. As far as there can be friendship between wizards and goblins, I have goblin friends - or, at least, goblins I know well, and like.”

this really doesn't sound like a man who takes the time to speak to his "friends" in their own language...

the fact that even the good guys treat non-human magical communities with - at best - paternalistic contempt is a really noticeable theme in the series [and, crucially, something which the series doesn't seem to think is a particularly bad thing]. and so i quite like the idea that someone like bill would have a lack of ability to communicate in gobbledegook, and that this would never be something he interrogated.

#asks answered #asenora meta #hard-launching my beef with william “elgin” weasley

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graveltrapping · 3 months ago

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Debutant | new and novel

Female Marc Márquez

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Uccio doesn’t really care the first time it happens.

Why would he? Valentino was back at Yamaha, he had an incredible opening race, and to top it off they were all currently at a very nice restaurant with good food and even better drinks. The stake he was eating was perfectly done and just a tiny bit bloody while the wine that had been paired with it was beautifully rich. Music, low and soothing, was playing in the background and melded with the chatter that seemed to come from every corner of the room. It was a quiet night at the establishment and so far no-one had come up asking for photos or autographs. Everything was good.

Everything would be even better if Vale sat back down.

The table they were sat at, tucked int the corner of the rustic restaurant, was draped in a pristine white table cloth and dressed with fine shiny silverware that glittered whenever the hanging lights overhead caught them, the glasses were the same. Polished and pristine, they glittered like crystal. The several plush chairs that had been set up around the table were filled mostly by friends with the occasional Yamaha team member but the seat near the head of the table was empty and pushed back messily, half sticking out into the servers isle before it was tugged back in by the man sitting beside it. The drink that had been ordered sat untouched by an empty dinner plate.

Valentino himself was on the other side of the room.

Uccio can see the exact reason why.

Mar Marquez had walked into the restaurant with a smile and loud laughter, giggling at something her younger brother had said, dressed in some jeans and an oversized dark red t-shirt. Her hair was wild, black coils spilling out of the short little ponytail setting at the nape of her neck. She could of disappeared in the group she was with. Smaller than the rest, most of whom were Honda engineers or family, they orbited her like she was the sun. Rooted firmly at the centre of their attention, she was unmissable even in the hustle and bustle as they were seated at a table near the bar at the back of the room. Vale hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

He had simply said “I’ll be back” and strutted across the room.

He was on her now. Standing behind her chair and head leaned down to talk to the table, both hands planted firmly on her shoulders in a touch Aleccio would consider a bit over familiar. He would consider Mars own touch even more so. Her hands had come up as soon as Vale touched her, palms smoothing over his knuckles before her hands smoothed downwards so she could curl her fingers around his own. Holding him there. Valentino didn’t seem to care, just squeezed her tighter and said smoothing funny that had the whole table breaking out into loud laughter. Marquez had laughed as well, loud and distinct, her curls brushing his throat. Mar had then said something that had the Italians attention almost immediately. Her head was tilted back, cupid bow mouth moving a mile a minute, and Valentino had to pull back a small bit to look at her properly with how close he had been.

His hands remained.

“What do you think he’s saying” Alessio couldn’t held but asked the men around him. He sipped the wine, and winced when it went down a little less sweetly.

“Probably just congratulations.” Mattia hummed as he took a long sip from his own glass “She did good in Qatar”

More laughter echoed from the spaniards tables and they watched as Vale shook hands with several Honda engineers and the brother, Alex, who looked a mix between in awe and intimidated.

Tommas a scoffed slightly “Nearly knocked him off his bike”

Mattia smiled “Ah, she’s a rookie, she’ll learn”

“Learn what?” Daniel quickly put in his own two cents as he watched Vale pull a seat up beside Mar “How to kill someone properly? She’s been pulling the same shit since 125ccs and will continue to do it until she actually throws someone off their bike”

Mar at this point was pointing out several people at the table Uccio didn’t recognise as Vale reached out to shake their hands. They were either family or part of her Moto2 team that she had brought with her up into the new class.

“I thought you liked her” Mattia hummed. He scratched his stubble and shared a look with Uccio who just sipped his drink and cut viciously into his stake.

“I do!” Daniel defended, hands raised, as a flush rose to his face “Its just…”

“Just what?” Alessio couldn’t help but chuckle, knife scarping against the plate “She got you tongue tied, batted her lashes at you and knocked those thoughts out of your fat head?”

Tommas laughed loudly this time “Think she’ll hear you, crash into you instead, run you over coming out of the box?”

More laughter raised around the table as Tommas gripped Daniels and shook him slight, pinching his flushed face meanly. Uccios grinned around his mouthful of food.

“You could ask her to kiss it better after though!”

“Shut up.” Daniel huffed as he slapped the older mans hands away from his still pink cheeks “She’s good, alright, but she just…, just not careful!”

“Who’s not careful?”

Valentinos voice had several mouths snapping shut with clicks and several others taking deep swigs of fine red wine. Tommas grinned particularly broadly as Daniel slumped in his seat, not looking at Rossi and instead focusing intently on his half eaten carbonara. The Italian pulled out the chair he was originally in, fancily carved feet dragging against the floor, and dropped down heavily. He was grinning. He was also holding a glass of white wine he had taken from the spaniards table.

Those clever blue eyes jumped from person to person before settling on Uccio, brow raising.

Uccio stole a glance back over Vales shoulder.

Mar had her back to them, ponytail now undone, but almost sensing the eyes on her she threw a glance back over her shoulder. Her gaze didn’t go to the man looking at her, no, it zeroed in on Valentino and lingered there. Dissecting, intense, measuring him up even. Her attention was stolen by her brother a moment later. Alex said something that had her laughing, her whole body curving towards him as her head tilted backwards. Valentino glanced backwards at the sound.

Something rankled in his gut, but he gave Vale a carefree grin and decided to just enjoy the rest of his night rather than mull over a thought that deserved a more sober mind.

“Nobody”

He wasn’t much more sober when it happened a second time.

This time they’re at a team diner, everyone sat a the table exclusively Yamaha staff while the tables dotted around them are filled with the rival teams that inhabit the paddock. The tables are draped in similar white cloths, the silver is still shiny, and the glasses are just as polished. Sure the wine wasn’t as nice and they’re were no stakes on the menu to order, which is probably for the better considering how many people there were in the room, but the food that is available is still nice. Was. He had lost his appetite actually, belly flipping at the sight of what was happening across from him in full view of Yamaha head staff and who knows how many photographers that had bartered themselves an entry pass or invitation.

Valentino had pushed his chair about a meter away from the table he was sat at, abandoning his food and drinks and any chance of talking about early contract extensions, and twisted had himself at a full 180 so his back was to them all.

Mar had done the same to her own table.

The Honda team had taken their seats at the dressed up table directly beside their own, with the girl being pushed to take the seat nearest the front and across from Pedrosa who she had been chatting too when they entered. Her attention was quickly stolen by Valentino however, when he turned in his chair to poke at her back to get her to turn around. She had startled slightly, curls bouncing, but the smile she had given was broad and nearly blinding when she realised who had tapped her. Her hair was down, ends curling around her jaw, and she was dressed in a dark pair of jeans and a black button down shirt that seemed a bit tight across the shoulders and arms. The pair had exchanged a few words throughout the night after that, chatting on the way to the bar or simply passing by when talking to others, but they had seemingly fallen into a rabbit hole of conversation the moment food was served. Both pushed way from their tables and blocking a full passage between the tables, they were both staring at Valentinos phone.

He had pushed his chair out, leaning back on its two hind legs to shake Mars shoulder, and had beckoned her closer while pulling out his phone. She had gone easy, her crew chief visibly rolling his eyes when she abandoned their conversation to scoot her chair backwards and press as close as decently possible. Uccio couldn’t hear what they were talking about, the room large and full of echoing voices, but they were both engrossed in it completely. Mar was fixated on Vale, watching both his phone and as his free hand moved through these fluid motions of curving and bending around what Uccio could only guess was a race track.

Was he explaining a racing line he took? Was he critiquing a turn she had over shot? Was he dissecting her first premier class win.

Uccio didn’t know.

What he did know, however, was that Valentino was completely engrossed in the conversation he was having to the point of ignoring the literal holders of his contract. Sure, early contract extension was basically already completely assured by Valentinos name alone but security and term adjustments were always able to be changed and tweaked even in the early stages, to just get ahead of the curve. He could do as he always did. Talk, joke, charm the ass off of every person at the table and firmly cement himself back into the foundations of Yamaha. Take back the place Lorenzo was trying to fill.

Instead he was talking to the girl.

He shouldn’t really be too surprised. Vale had always made an effort with rookie riders, even supported young drivers coming up through the feeder series, but this was just…, god he couldn’t even think properly. He took long sip of his wine. It was fine, really, she was a fellow rider and rival. But she was also a girl. He couldn’t just take the liberties that he usually did with other riders but Vale, as he always was, just didn’t seem to care. Uccio needed him to. She was a novelty at best, extremely bad press at worst. Bad thing by association and Uccio wasn’t really willing to risk anything after two long and hard years at Ducati.

He supposed Vale could see those thoughts on his face when he finally rejoined the table.

“ We are supposed to be talking about business” Was the first thing he said to him. Thankfully they were seated side by side so Alessio could speak to him discreetly without drawing attention and making his problem anyone else’s.

Vale just grinned and grabbed his wine glass “You’re talking about business”

“Cause you’re talking to her”

“Yes”. Unashamed. Smug, maybe?

“Vale”

“Uccio”

A moment of silence passed between them.

Valentino wasn’t stupid, he knew what Uccio meant the moment their eyes met.

Mar was the first woman in the premier class of the sport, she was new and novel and basically every single eye in the motorsport world was fixated on her every moment of her career and, by extension, every person she interacted with. Everyone she looked at, spoke too, touched. Everything was under a lens. Picked apart by team members, reporters, and fans alike. All vultures in some way or another. She was sweet, yes, a pretty pr face but her riding was aggressive and left so many angles of criticism open but she just didn’t seem to care. Just smiled a shrugged everything off. It all still hung around her though. Every comment a reporter or fellow driver made followed her presence closely even as she moved rapidly up though the series, snatching championships with that aggressive and mean driving that people used as a gateway to criticising Mar and everything else she was. Everything she could be.

Valentino didn’t need that shit on his plate right now.

But Valentino just grinned and took a long draw of his wine.

#motogp #marc marquez #fem marc marquez #thinking thoughts #female marc marquez #valentino rossi #rule 63 #motogp fic #my fic #mar #based on those photos of Marc and vale at dinner and vale just completely turns his chair away from his own table to chat #uccio salucci warning ig #He's like I don't like this but I won't make it make it anyone's problem #then proceeds to make it everyones problem #mar marquez #debutant #motogp rpf #rosquez

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kookie-doughs · 9 months ago

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Evermore

Dracule Mihawk X Reader

-Your evermore with Mihawk is a story to be told

Chapter 2: I Never Needed Anybody In My Life, I Learned The Truth Too Late

Time flowed like a gentle stream within the walls of Mihawk's grand castle, carrying with it a sense of familiarity and routine. The initial weeks of your stay had seen you seamlessly settling into the rhythm of life there, each day bringing a new layer of understanding between you and the enigmatic swordsman.

In the expansive library, you sat on the polished marble floor, nestled between Mihawk's legs. The soft rustling of pages turning mingled with the occasional sound of your voice as you shared snippets of your reading with him. His presence was a constant, a comforting backdrop to the world of words and stories that enveloped you both.

"Did you know," you began, your voice breaking the silence like a delicate melody, "that in the ancient tales of the North Blue, there's a legend of a sword said to be imbued with the power of the winter winds?"

Mihawk's eyes remained fixed on the pages before him, his tone nonchalant. "Indeed, legends often take root in the echoes of truth."

Your lips curled into a playful smile as you continued, undeterred by his lack of overt engagement. "They say that the sword's blade is said to shimmer like ice in the moonlight, and its strike can freeze even the mightiest of flames."

Mihawk's lips curved ever so slightly. "An intriguing concept, if one considers the intricate craftsmanship that could give rise to such a blade."

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the library's arched windows, you found yourself entranced by the book further, your conversations serving as a bridge between two souls who communicated as much through silence as they did through speech.

Eventually, the passage of time prompted a change in rhythm. Mihawk closed his book, his gaze meeting yours with a knowing glint. "It seems hunger has taken its toll. Shall we prepare lunch?"

Your eyes lit up, and you rose to your feet with an eager nod. "Yes! Yes! I'll help."

The journey to the kitchen was a delightful interlude, your steps echoing through the castle's corridors. Mihawk's imposing figure moved with an effortless grace, his strides long and purposeful. And yet, you couldn't help but notice the subtle smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

In the cozy warmth of the kitchen, you moved with practiced ease, gathering utensils and ingredients. Mihawk's attempts to send you back to your previous activities were met with playful defiance, your determination unwavering. "No way. I'm here to help, and that's final."

With a bemused sigh, Mihawk conceded, and together, you embarked on the task of preparing lunch. The kitchen buzzed with activity as you chatted animatedly, your words flowing like a lively river.

"Pasta, again?" Mihawk remarked, his voice tinged with mock exasperation.

You giggled, unfazed by his tone. "Of course! You can't expect me to go a day without my favorite dish, can you? You have to make sure you keep them in stock!"

As the pasta boiled and the aroma of the sauce filled the air, you went on a gleeful tangent about the different types of pasta, the history of Italian cuisine, and the importance of always having pasta in stock.

Mihawk's gaze softened as he observed your enthusiasm, a faint smile gracing his features. "Very well, I shall endeavor to keep an ample supply of pasta on hand."

Your grin widened. "You better!"

As the final touches were added to the meal, Mihawk glanced at you with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "You truly have an uncanny ability to make even the simplest things fascinating."

You beamed at him, your heart swelling with a sense of pride. "That's the magic of pasta, Mihawk."

As the meal was savored in the castle's elegant dining hall, the unspoken bond between you and Mihawk seemed to envelop the space, transcending words and actions. Amidst the shared laughter and the clinking of utensils, a connection had blossomed—one that defied expectations and brought together two souls who had once been strangers.

And as the meal drew to a close, Mihawk's gaze met yours, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "In a few days, we shall venture beyond the castle."

Your curiosity piqued, you leaned forward. "Oh? Where are we going?"

Mihawk's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I have yet to figure that out but, were going out to acquire not just pasta but also clothes and other essentials."

Your eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement. The prospect of leaving the castle, of venturing into the outside alongside Mihawk, sent a thrill through your veins.

The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the tapestries that adorned the walls. The aroma of a sumptuous feast wafted through the air. Mihawk calls for his guest to join dinner

As the duo settled into their seats, Mihawk's gaze flickered between the two. "I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to share a meal together."

Perona, who had materialized at the doorway with her characteristic flair, let out an audible groan. "Ugh, not pasta again!"

Mihawk shuts her complain, "Consider it a delicacy, Perona."

She pouted, her incorporeal form floating toward the table. "You always say that, but I'm pretty sure I've had enough pasta to last me a lifetime."

Zoro, his usual stoic expression in place, took his seat and shot a wry glance in Perona's direction. "Just eat it, Perona. It's not gonna kill you."

Perona scowled at him, her annoyance palpable. "And you! You're the last person I want to hear from."

Mihawk's gaze shifted between the two of them. "Let us try to have a peaceful meal."

As the plates were served, the trio began to partake in the feast that had been laid before them. The clinking of cutlery against plates was accompanied by the soft murmur of conversation—a harmony of voices that resonated through the hall.

Perona's displeasure with the pasta seemed to be outweighed only by her distaste for Zoro's presence. "You know," she began, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "I've been stuck with marimo over here for a while now, and let me tell you, it's been a real treat."

Zoro rolled his eyes, unfazed by her remarks. "Yeah, yeah, I know you can't stand me. You don't have to keep reminding me."

Perona made a face of exaggerated disgust as she toyed with her pasta. "And I can't believe you're actually eating that. You'd probably eat anything."

Zoro's response was nonchalant. "It's food. What's the big deal?"

Amidst Perona's grumbling and Zoro's retorts, the meal continued. Finally, as the last bite was taken and the meal drew to a close, Zoro pushed his plate aside and offered a genuine smile. "Thanks for the food."

Perona's annoyance seemed to waver for a moment, replaced by a begrudging acknowledgment. "Yeah, I guess it wasn't as terrible."

Mihawk inclined his head. "Perhaps, Perona, you'll find that new experiences can sometimes lead to pleasant surprises."

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v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e · 1 year ago

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Lestat and Armand + Kisses

"No, no, my dearest one," he was whispering, "nothing but peace and sweetness and your arms in mine."

"You know it was the damnedest luck!" I whispered suddenly. "I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home."

Yes, yes, his lips tasted like blood, but it was not human blood. It was that elixir that Magnus had given me, and I felt myself recoil. I could get away this time. I had another chance. The wheel had turned full round. - The Vampire Lestat

In a way, he made me think of a child doll, with brilliant faintly red-brown glass eyes—a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was.

“That’s what you always want,” he said softly. His voice shocked me. If he had any French or Italian accent left, I couldn’t hear it. His tone was melancholy and had no meanness in it at all. “When you found me under Les Innocents,” he said, “you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvet with great embroidered sleeves.”

“Yes,” I said, “and comb your hair, your beautiful russet hair.” My tone was angry. “You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.” - Memnoch the Devil

We made our own small clearing, among the volcanic black roots and rather cool winter earth. The breeze from the nearby lake was brisk and clean, and for a moment there seemed little scent of New Orleans, of any city; we three were together, and Armand asked again: “Will you tell me what you’re doing?” He bent close to me, and suddenly kissed me, in a manner that seemed entirely childlike and also a bit European. “You’re in deep trouble. Come on. Everyone knows it.” The steel buttons of his denim jacket were icy cold, as though he had come from some far worse winter in a very few moments of time.

We are never entirely sure about each other’s powers. It’s all a game. I would no more have asked him how he got here, or in what manner, than I would ask a mortal man how precisely he made love to his wife. - Memnoch the Devil

I rose finally. I went back to him and I looked down at him.

Gabrielle said something to me. It was harsh and mean. I didn't actually hear it. I heard only the sound of it, the cadence, that is, as if her old French, so familiar to me, was a language I didn't know.

I knelt down and I kissed his hair.

He didn't move. He didn't change. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid that he would, or hopeful that he would either. I kissed him one more time on the side of his face, and then I got up, and I wiped my hands on the napkin which I still had, and I went out. - The Vampire Armand

At twilight, I rose, straightened out my clothes and returned to the chapel. I knelt down and gave Lestat a kiss of unreserved affection, just as I had the night before. I took no notice of anyone and did not even know who was there. - The Vampire Armand

Armand suddenly began to weep.

“Don’t do it, don’t trust him,” he said. “Lestat, he’ll just destroy you. And if you are gone—.”

Ah, such sweet words from one who only hours ago had been cursing me with his every breath.

[...]

Time to go.

The shrill ring of a glass phone startled me. Kapetria calling to assure Gregory that Rhosh’s fortune had been given back over to him and all the conniving tentacles of her internet reach had been withdrawn.

“For the last time,” Armand whispered. “I beg you—.”

I kissed Armand and rose to my feet. I embraced Gregory. - Blood Communion

#lesmand #armandstat #the vampire chronicles #Vampire Chronicles #Lestat de Lioncourt #Armand #Lestat x Armand #Armand x Lestat #i did a loustat version now here's a lesmand version #the vampire armand #the vampire lestat #blood communion #memnoch #andrei #amadeo

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A Russian political influence campaign is shaking up Europe, as top officials warned Moscow paid European Parliament members to interfere in the upcoming EU election.

"This confirms what we have suspected: the Kremlin is using dodgy outlets pretending to be media [and] using money to buy covert influence,” European Commission Vice President Věra Jourová told Brussels Playbook, calling the revelations “very troubling.”

The scandal broke when the Czech government on Wednesday sanctioned a news site called Voice of Europe, which Prague said was part of a pro-Russian influence operation. Belgian Prime Minister Alexander De Croo said Thursday that Russia had approached EU parliament members (MEPs) and "paid [them], to promote Russian propaganda.”

The new Russian influence campaign comes with less than three months to go before the European Parliament election on June 6-9. It echoes concerns of corruption and foreign meddling brought to the fore by the Qatargate corruption scandal that rocked the European Parliament less than two years ago.

"We can't afford to be one step behind Putin and his propaganda army on a chess board ... We have to constantly bear in mind he will use the disinformation and foreign interference as a weapon to divide Europe," Jourová said.

The influence scandal revolved around the website Voice of Europe. The Czech foreign ministry sanctioned Ukrainian oligarch Viktor Medvedchuk, an ally of Russian President Vladimir Putin, as well as Voice of Europe itself and a person called Artem Pavlovich Marchevskyi presumed to be involved in the operation.

Medvedchuk was running a “Russian influence operation” from Russia on Czech territory using Voice of Europe, authorities said in a statement.

“This decision is in the security interest of the Czech Republic, as well as contributing to the protection of the democratic nature of the forthcoming elections to the European Parliament,” the Czech foreign ministry said.

Polish security services said Thursday they had carried out searches as part of the cross-border investigation in Warsaw and Tychy in western Poland, Reuters reported. Local media cited the security services' statement saying authorities had seized €48,500 and $36,000. Poland's Internal Security Agency's website has been down since Thursday evening.

Voice of Europe’s YouTube page throws up a parade of EU lawmakers, many of them belonging to far-right, Euroskeptic parties, who line up to bash the Green Deal, predict the Union’s imminent collapse, or attack Ukraine. There is no suggestion that those appearing on the network accepted cash.

The website has its roots in the Netherlands, Dutch daily NRC reported. An entrepreneur linked to the site at the time “worked with” far-right leader Thierry Baudet in 2016 “to bring about the Ukraine referendum,” the paper wrote, referring to a non-binding vote in which Dutch voters opposed a political association agreement between Ukraine and the EU.

Voice of Europe’s website was unavailable on Thursday and its account on X hasn’t posted since Wednesday.

"It is just a bitter joke to call this operation of Russian interference the 'Voice of Europe' but it shows clearly the level of despise Putin has towards our democracies," Jourová said.

The claim that MEPs were paid to speak up for the Kremlin has raised questions about who might have taken the cash.

A spokesperson for European Parliament President Roberta Metsola said in a statement: “The president is aware of the allegations being made and is looking into specific allegations.”

Italian European People's Party lawmaker Matteo Gazzini, who gave Voice of Europe an interview and participated in a panel debate alongside other MEPs, denied being offered or taking any money.

“Of course not, what a question is this?” he said. “It makes me laugh when you ask me if I got money from Russia … because I come from a very well-off family,” he said, adding that he is an agricultural and real estate entrepreneur who is only in politics to serve his country.

Asked about his comments on a Voice of Europe panel in which he said that Europe should not have the goal of defeating Russia, and instead focus on finding a path to peace in Ukraine, Gazzini said he condemned the invasion and that Russian troops should leave Ukraine. “At the same time, Europe should not help to escalate the situation,” he said.

He also blamed the European Parliament for letting Voice of Europe into the institution, where he said they first approached him. “If they are such a big threat, why [did] the European Parliament let these journalists inside? Why didn’t they check them?” he asked.

His EPP colleague Dennis Radtke, from Germany, said that Gazzini’s membership of the political group “has to be discussed.” Gazzini joined the EPP this year from the far-right Identity & Democracy grouping, having quit his League party to join Forza Italia.

“It underlines my skepticism with former members of Lega and the ID. Whoever is involved in this Russian network has to face consequences ... We have to defend our democracy and the integrity of our political institution,” Radtke wrote in a message.

A senior EPP group official said: “The EPP stands clearly and firmly on the side of Ukraine. We have been fighting against Putin‘s propaganda and disinformation for years and we will continue to do so.”

The S&D group joined others in calling for an urgent debate.

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What is Steve’s full name?

We know Steve’s grandfather’s name is *Otis from his college letter, giving him Italian, *Polish, or German heritage. (And making him possibly Catholic)

This gives weight to both the Stefano and Stephen with a PH arguments.

I want to also have people consider that he could also be Irish, given that Harrington is an Anglicised version of the Irish Gaelic surname Ó’ hArrachtáin, which comes from the West of Ireland. (This would also definitely make him Catholic).

The Irish version of Stephen is Stiofán, pronouced Stif-awn, and this is what I’m hanging my hat on for Steve’s full name.

It would make sense that he shortened it to a more English-language friendly nickname as he grew up instead of everyone mispronouncing it all the time. Unlike English *and many other European languages, Irish is not rooted in Latin so follows very different rules. At first glance it LOOKS very different than it SOUNDS. Especially with a fada (fah-dah) over the A to contend with as these elongate that vowel sound, little baby Steve’s friends would have struggled.

Steve wanted to fit in, be popular, and he needed a name that helped him blend in. His best friend’s name was Tommy, for christ sake. Shortening Stiofán to Steve would be the easy choice.

We’re not ignoring that his Italian grandfather was important enough to mention in the essay, so he must have been a big influence on his life. So maybe this was his middle name?

So my beauties, I present to you:

Stiofán Otis Harrington.

*Edits made! Thank you to the person on twitter @itseddiemetal who pointed out I had seen an altered version of Steve’s college letter. I’ve changed what I needed to but THANKFULLY it doesn’t actually change much, and doesn’t touch the first name at all

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington’s full name #irish steve harrington #im irish so this isn’t as much of a deepdive as you think #steve stranger things #irish names #irish language #seth writes

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gtimlinfilmfestivals2023 · 3 months ago

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First Lecture:

During our first lecture, our tutor (who is Artistic Director/Co-founder for the film festival Cinecity) introduced us to the concept of film festivals, and added vital context for us to understand why they exist, why they're so important in the film industry, and how they impact on audiences with their outreach. As well as this, throughout our lectures we learnt about Cinecity, a film festival local to us in Brighton, and how it cultivates new, underground talent by providing them an outlet for their creations.

What kickstarted these? Venice Film Festival, the oldest film festival in existence, which started in 1932.

Founded by Giuseppe Volpi, a member of Italy’s National Fascist Party.

Has evolved far beyond its roots associated with fascism, such as its discontinuation of the Mussolini Cup (named after dictator Benito Mussolini, awarded to Best Italian Film and Best International Film) in 1943 and its distancing from the control of fascist organisations such as the Nazi Party and the Fascist National Federation of Entertainment Industries, under the direction of film theorist Luigi Chiarini (1963-1968).

Has evolved in terms of content displayed. Amid the backdrop of World War II, the Nazi propaganda film Heimkehr, which advocated for the ethnic persecution of the Polish population under Hitler’s Aryanism, received special commendation from Italy’s Minister of Popular Culture, a role only used during the war. Meanwhile, in 2000, the Iranian film The Circle, underpinned by its narrative scrutinizing/reflecting the harsh conditions (both minor and major) faced by women in contemporary Iran, won the Golden Lion that year (the highest honour at the VFF), reflecting how far the festival has come from its origins, and how the media curated for these festivals has both adapted to and been moulded by the times.

Film festivals play a vital role in the proliferation of media within the film industry, both in terms of production and consumption. Their worldwide expansion has led to an increase in diversity for filmmakers regarding genre, meaning and stylisation, and this in turn has led to a broader scope for audiences, letting wider groups of people explore the medium as well as creating new meaning for newer groups to fit with the issues of today.

The uptick in digital technology in recent years has benefitted both parties; filmmakers now have a wider, near-limitless marketplace in which to advertise their projects, and audiences now have increased accessibility to increasingly versatile locales through the consumption of international media right at their fingertips.

Stemming from this, film producer Roya Rastegar stated that this technological proliferation “has created a crisis in curating – an urgent need to filter these productions and connect with audiences” (Screen, Volume 53, Issue 3, Autumn 2012, Pages 310–317). This links to my final point about why these festivals are important: they allow for filmmakers who would otherwise go unnoticed to instead broadcast their works on a larger, more welcoming stage, and network with not just other people in their situation, but also with those who are more experienced and rooted within the industry. It also allows audiences to enhance their niches, giving them a more varied look into films as a whole and giving them the opportunity to experience thoughts and have conversations that they couldn’t normally have from watching mainstream cinema.

#film #filmmaking #film festival

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hello cat & mouse! hope you're doing well. i was hoping you could help me find some MENA and southwest asian female fcs in the 24-28 age range with acting credits? (they can do other things but the rp requires acting!) i know 5+/- is common, but if they could be within this range & not just passable for that age range that would be great! her husband & his fc are 26 & the storyline is they've known each other since they were kids so i'd like for them to be close in age. thanks so much!

Dina Shihabi (1989) Palestinian, Saudi Arabian / Norwegian, German and Haitian.

Sofia Pernas (1989) Moroccan / Spanish.

Rakeen Saad (1989) Jordanian with Palestinian roots.

Sophia Nomvete (1990) Jamaican / Iranian.

Elnaaz Norouzi (1992) Iranian.

Medalion Rahimi (1992) Iranian, Mizrahi Jewish.

Valerie Abou Chacra (1992) Lebanese.

Pınar Deniz (1993) Turkish [Lebanese].

Tara Emad (1993) Egyptian / Montenegrin.

Salma Abu-Deif (1993) Egyptian.

Stephanie Atala (1993) Lebanese and French.

Hannah Marks (1993) Muscogee, Egyptian Jewish, Italian Jewish, Polish Jewish, Irish, and English.

Yasmine Al-Bustami (1993) Palestinian-Jordanian / Filipino.

Hana El Zahed (1994) Egyptian.

Natacha Karam (1994) Lebanese-French / Irish.

Arienne Mandi (1994) Chilean and Iranian - is pansexual.

Salma Abu Deif (1994) Egyptian.

Huda El Mufti (1994) Egyptian.

Asmaa Galal (1995) Egyptian.

Dilan Telkök (1995) Turkish.

Beril Pozam (1995) Turkish.

Aslıhan Malbora (1995) Yörük Turkish.

Maddison Jaizani (1995) Iranian / English.

Sezgi Sena Akay (1995) Circassian Turkish.

Aslı Bekiroğlu (1995) Turkish.

Gülsim Ali (1995) Turkish.

Hazal Subaşı (1995) Turkish.

Dilan Çiçek Deniz (1995) Turkish.

Nil Keser (1995) Turkish.

Caroline Azmy (1996) Egyptian.

İlayda Alişan (1996) Turkish.

Yaprak Medine (1996) Turkish.

Melisa Şenolsun (1996) Turkish.

Leem Lubany (1996) Palestinian.

Rabia Soytürk (1996) Turkish.

Özgü Kaya (1996) Turkish.

Melisa Berberoglu (1996) Turkish.

Yasemin Yazıcı (1997) Turkish.

Mayan El Sayed (1997) Egyptian.

Haidy Refaat (1997) Egyptian.

Özge Yağız (1997) Turkish.

Biran Damla Yılmaz (1997) Turkish.

Afra Saraçoğlu (1997) Turkish.

Melis Sezen (1997) Turkish / Albanian and Macedonian.

Iman Meskini (1997) Tunisian / Norwegian.

Bahar Şahin (1997) Turkish.

Alina Boz (1998) Turkish / Russian.

Devrim Özkan (1998) Turkish.

May Elghety (1998) Egyptian.

Serra Arıtürk (1998) Turkish.

Sonia Ben Ammar (1999) Tunisian / Polish.

Here you go!

#fc help #rph #rpc

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nightsidewrestling · 9 months ago

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D.U.D.E Bios: Ida McDougall

The Cyhyraeth Duchess of C.R.C Ida McDougall (2020)

The eldest daughter of Deirdre, and second eldest granddaughter of Naoise, Ida. An Irish-Catholic woman living in Wales and an attentive and sympathetic mother. Ida is one of Kirby's first cousins once removed.

"Some days I really could scream my scream lungs out."

Name

Full Legal Name: Ida Elain Ffion Briallen McDougall (Née Llewellyn)

First Name: Ida

Meaning: Derived from the Germanic element 'Id' possibly meaning 'Work, Labour'.

Pronunciation: IE-da

Origin: English, German, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Dutch, Italian, French, Polish, Finnish, Hungarian, Slovak, Slovene, Germanic

Middle Name(s): Elain, Ffion, Briallen

Meaning(s): Elain: Means 'Fawn' in Welsh. Ffion: Means 'Foxglove' in Welsh. Briallen: Derived from Welsh 'Briallu' meaning 'Primrose'.

Pronunciation(s): EH-lien. FEE-awn / FI-awn. bri-A-shehn

Origin(s): Welsh. Welsh. Welsh.

Surname: McDougall (Née Llewellyn)

Meaning: Variant of 'MacDougall', which means 'Son of Dougall' in Gaelic. (Llewellyn: Derived from the Welsh given name 'Llywelyn', which is probably a Welsh form of unattested Old Celtic name 'Lugubelinos', a combination of the names of the gods 'Lugus' and 'Belenus', or a compound of 'Lugus' and a Celtic root meaning 'Strong'.)

Pronunciation: mack-DO-gall (loo-EHL-in)

Origin: Scottish (Welsh)

Alias: Cyhyraeth Duchess, Ida McDougall

Reason: This is Ida's ring name

Nicknames: None

Titles: Mrs

Characteristics

Age: 27

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: November 5th 1993

Symbols: Banshees, Cyhyraeths, Ghosts, Crowns

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Theme Song: 'The Dirty Glass' - Dropkick Murphys (2011-)

Voice Actor: Anna Thomas

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 136 lbs / 61 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 15

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both), Tragus (Both), Eyebrow (Double, Both), Anti-Eyebrow (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: Depression

Medications: Antidepressants

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Matrona Volkov, Eira MacThaoig, Rachel MacGregor, Wanda Llewellyn, Vale Llewellyn, Cadence Llewellyn, Dacre Llewellyn

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Desmond McDougall

Mentor: Deirdre Llewellyn

Significant Other: Desmond McDougall (28, Husband)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Ivan Llewellyn (48, Father), Deirdre Llewellyn (47, Mother, Née Rhydderch)

Parents-In-Law: Diarmaid McDougall (58, Father-In-Law), Fionnuala McDougall (59, Mother-In-Law, Née Babineux)

Siblings: Kevin Llewellyn (24, Brother), Padrig Llewellyn (21, Brother), Wanda Llewellyn (18, Sister), Vale Llewellyn (15, Sister), Aaron Llewellyn (12, Brother), Bada Llewellyn (9, Brother), Cadence Llewellyn (6, Sister), Dacre Llewellyn (3, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Mavourneen Llewellyn (25, Kevin's Wife, Née McEachern), Rathnait Llewellyn (11, Padrig's Wife, Née McTaggart), Aoide McPhee (25, Desmond's Sister, Née McDougall), Valentin McPhee (26, Aoide's Husband), Tihomir McDougall (22, Desmond's Brother), Astraea McDougal (23, Tihomir's Wife, Née Monroe), Arete McDougall (19, Desmond's Sister), Tomislav McDougall (16, Desmond's Brother), Arethusa McDougall (13, Desmond's Sister)

Nieces & Nephews: Muadhnait Llewellyn (4, Niece), Muire Llewellyn (1, Niece), Ceallach Llewellyn (1, Nephew), Valko McPhee (5, Nephew), Arke McPhee (2, Niece), Velichko McDougall (2, Nephew)

Children: Keelin McDougall (7, Daughter), Caomh McDougall (4, Son), Cathal McDougall (1, Son)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Talulla Rhydderch, Deirdre Llewellyn

Managers: Desmond McDougall

Wrestlers Managed: Desmond McDougall

Debut: 2011

Debut Match: Ida Llewellyn VS Deirdre Llewellyn. Ida won via pinfall.

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Brawler / Hardcore

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2011-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Belly To Back Suplex, Bulldog, Figure-Four Leglock, Inverted Atomic Drop, Low Blow, Multiple Jabs, Poking / Raking Opponent’s Eyes, Running High Knee Strike, Big Boot, Atomic Drop, Backbreaker Rack, Diving Overhead Chop, High Knee, One-Armed Body Slam, Piledriver, Running Big Boot, Running Leg Drop, Vertical Suplex Slam

Finishers: Sleeper Hold, Jumping Knee Drop, Top Rope Jumping Knee Drop

Extras

Backstory: Ida McDougall (Née Llewellyn) of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Deirdre dies Ida will have a 1/504th ownership of the promotion. Ida is a 'Cyhyraeth Style’ (Brawler / Hardcore) trainer. She’s mostly Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Rhydderch #Llewellyn #McDougall #C.R.C Wrestling School #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion #C.R.C Wrestling Family #Rhydderch Clan

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doesn’t change that she’s supposed to represent the middle class WASPS that looked down upon Italians and is xenophobic because gen zers who watch this movie have no idea Italians were extremely discriminated against and it goes hand in hand with the godfather

You're probably aware that we are not living in a utopia. I'm not going to assume that Gen Zers haven't been on the receiving end of some type of discrimination. To say that they're all ignorant of that particular experience (the Italian-American one) is ignorant in itself. The expectation of such knowledge is also rooted in Americentrism, but let me not stray from my point.

I'm confident that there are still immigrants who know, and whose children know, what it's like to be newly arrived and called names and told to go back to where they came from or admonished for their broken English. Immigration didn't end with the closure of Ellis Island.

If they haven't encountered it firsthand, they've been made aware of it through their family history. It's part of mine on all sides: Polish, Italian, even Scottish. My Italian great-grandparents settled in a city that was almost like Little Italy, there were so many of them. Still, they encountered discrimination. We've got stories for days.

Some old ten-gallon-hatted cowboy with an accent like microwaved grits told my dad in 1972 that his Scottish accent would be a problem. He wouldn't hire him. His dearth of Canadian experience stood in his way more than once. He didn't even have to go to the trouble of Anglicizing his first and last name the way the other sides of my family did theirs. So, I know about it! My stories are not unique.

I get that certain events and experiences don't always get the exposure that they deserve and that the further away from them we get, the more important it is to keep their lessons alive. But again, just because you've run across a handful of people who don't know something that you know, it doesn't mean that everyone born after 1997 is clueless. Nobody is born knowing everything.

If any of us ever want to bridge the gap between generations, we can't approach the other with an attitude of superiority and ultimate authority. If they don't know, they can learn, but not if we treat them like close-minded doofuses.

#the godfather #kay adams #and tbh the movie doesn't deal with it as deeply as the book does #you've got older people who hark back to the non-existent good old days when 'nobody cared about colour or creed'#not just boomers but gen xers who think that everything is too woke now and not like the world that they grew up in #when we were raised on socially-conscious tv and after-school specials lmao #everything had a message then too #this isn't strictly a gen z problem #my mom's cousin was also a professor/historian/author who wrote about the italian-canadian immigrant experience from multiple perspectives #because parts of our family settled in the US and became more italian-american than canadian even though some of them were born here

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