#world pride roma

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7/10/00 - geri performs at world pride roma, a gay pride event in rome, italy that was protested by the vatican. in her performance, halliwell dances with a preist as a middle finger to the catholic church.

[blue-dabadee-dabadi]

a non binary pride sign i saw yesterday in rome

[thetepes]

"Fuck it, I'm going to go back to calling people Nazis if they look at me funny." - 4:20 is the timestamp.

She is such a fascinating streamer, no? Dead air, no music, bringing up a cosplayer who killed themselves over accusations after saying it's perfectly fine and good to make flippant accusations. Telling her viewers to mass report Ant's videos, something which youtube found her so inert and completely fucking unable to meaningfully achieve they automatically considered his report solved because there was never any meaningful threat to begin with.

Anyway, it means nothing. This accusation. These words. Nothing, but meaningless piss from a person who so loudly declares their victimhood and cries about their status as a poc, a transwoman, a disabled person who lives off government assistance.

These things that all of which would have made you a victim of this meaningless regime to you. Let's look at who they targeted!

Black people

Civilians accused of disobedience, resistance, or partisan activity

Gay men, bisexuals, and others accused of deviant sexual behavior

 whose religious beliefs conflicted with Nazi ideology, such as Jehovah’s Witnesses

people with disabilities 

Slavic People

Political opponents and dissenters in Germany such as communists

Roma and other people derogatorily labeled as “Gypsies” 

Social outsiders in Germany derogatorily labeled as “asocials” or “professional criminals”

Soviet Prisoners of War. 

Hm, would you look at that? It seems we both meet the measure of those who would be eradicated. We would be victims of Nazis, Lily. Both of us.

Most estimates place the total number of deaths during the Second World War at around 70-85 million people. Approximately 17 million of these deaths were due to crimes against humanity carried out by the Nazi regime in Europe. In comparison to the millions of deaths that took place through conflict, famine, or disease, these 17 million stand out due to the reasoning behind them, along with the systematic nature and scale in which they were carried out.

They were 17 millions of us. A number not one of us can begin to fathom the actual scale of.

So why do only I know the weight of this between us, Lily? Are you really so disconnected from what you are that that multi generation eradicating horror is something you can't comprehend? Nazi isn't some flighty term like Republican that can mean anything from a out of touch grandma who thinks a house can still be bought for 25k to a man holding a tiki torch saying we should nuke downtown Atlanta. Nazis are one thing. They are the thing I struggle to describe as people, but they were and are people and we must remember the great evil people are capable of.

These are not the same thing. You can't just fling Nazi out like it's meaningless. To do so demeans not just the victims, but people still living. You belittle us. You belittle yourself. When you reduce Nazi to a buzzword you take away the sheer magnitude of the violence and loss they caused. Nazi is a word with meaning. It should hurt to say because of how heavy it is.

Have some pride. Have some dignity. Some grace. Have some respect for our lost kin and those that would have been our friends, for the strangers that would have been connected to us by the single thread of this group's hatred.

Give that word it's meaning.

This part is for all of us who have grown too casual with our language, not just her,

Stop calling people Nazis unless they are. Nazis aren't fairytale creatures or monsters under the bed. They're human. They're your brother, your father, your cousin, your next door neighbor. That's what's so scary about them. They're just people. Hateful people. They look like you and me. Look at what a Nazi is. Look at their beliefs. Look at what they did. Memorize it. We all must look even though it hurts because we need to be able to identify them and half of that is giving that word weight so when we see the danger we can name it. For our own safety.

It's time to demand better. It's time to have meaning. It's time to use our words and use them accurately.

[tgmsunmontue]

Season to Taste - 15/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

                He laughs as he enters the restaurant, Leandro and Silvia’s voices calling out to him and he’s very aware that they’ve arranged a party later for his birthday and also his new residency visa. He hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t thought about it, until Ice had raised it last year in one of their phone calls and told him that his passport was going to expire and he needed to maybe consider coming home. Except he’d been gone for nearly a decade and it didn’t feel like home anymore. He hadn’t been able to fathom it.

                Then Ice had brought all the paperwork to him, walking into the restaurant himself and Bradley had hugged him so tightly because the anger has long since faded but the pride at not wanting to apologize for running away was still there. He has no regrets about running away, or how his life has turned out so far. He’s happy and has found a big family that has just enveloped him and made him one of their own and he can’t imagine his life being better in any way. Vi is his best friend, along with Giacomo, the three of them doing a road trip to Roma to the American Embassy to apply for his new passport in the summer.         

                “What are going to do to celebrate?”

                “Well, I know it’s maybe a little dramatic, but I thought of getting a tattoo.”

                “Yeah? What of?”

                “I’ve got some ideas.”

…            …            …

                Bradley watches as Jake dips every single piece of potato into sauce before eating it. He can’t believe how comfortable and happy he feels right now. They clear away the plates and wash up, before settling on the sofa, Jake’s head in his lap. They’re going to watch documentaries, because that and movies are apparently the only thing Jake likes to watch, which explains why he’s never seen Bradley on TV if this is what he prefers. Bradley himself doesn’t usually have time to watch anything, so it’s nice, just the novelty of sitting there and enjoying being close to someone else. He doesn’t even notice he’s snuck his hand beneath Jake’s t-shirt and been rubbing his thumb back and forth softly over his stomach until Jake’s hand covers his and he stills, goes to almost apologize and move his hand but Jake’s hand is firm, holding Bradley’s hand in place.

                “You’ve already ordered off the menu tonight, are you that insatiable you’re going back for seconds?”

                “Technically I think it’s thirds. And you did call yourself an all you can eat buffet,” Bradley jokes, but he really hadn’t been aiming to start anything, had simply been enjoying touching and being close.

                “Well, this buffet is closed sorry. Maybe after I’ve had a couple hours sleep we can reassess.”

                Bradley shakes his head like he’s somehow disappointed despite it not being the case, and he grins down at Jake’s upside-down face.

                “Mmm… it’s okay. If it gets bad enough I can always go self-service.”

                Jake snorts and Bradley can’t help but grin, it’s easy and fun and while a little part of him is worried it’s going to burn fast and bright before crashing and burning he can’t find it in himself to care. He doesn’t want to miss out on the right-now because of something that might happen.

                “Oh no… no no no. Hmm, wait. Maybe I wouldn’t mind watching that. Was going to say I could take care of that for you, but maybe I’ll just be lazy and watch.”

                “Well, it’s all hypothetical anyway, I wasn’t actually angling for anything more than a kiss…”

                “Ah, well, I am always happy to kiss you. You know, sticking with your food and sex philosophy… for me sauce is like kissing. No one needs sauce to make the food taste better, sometimes the food can be amazing without it. And I can eat it without it. But I’m always going to want to add sauce…”

                “And you’re always going to want kissing too huh?”

                “I wouldn’t say no.”

                “Come here then…” Bradley says, and he’s smiling as he bends down and presses his lips against Jake’s, his entire body thrumming with happiness as Jake’s nose bumps his chin and he pulls back, a sudden thought occurring to him.

                “You wouldn’t have sauce with dessert would you?”

                “Leo, babe, dessert is all the hand-holding, and cuddling and gentle touches. Of course I want sauce with them.”

                Bradley blinks, shakes his head.

                “No, I mean actual real literal dessert, like brownie or… ice cream.”

                “Oh. Huh. Well… I haven’t tried sauce with any desserts, but also I don’t have the biggest sweet tooth. Maybe because I can’t add sauce.”

                “Mmm. You are pretty sweet already.”

                “Oh, I know dozens of people who would disagree with you there but I’m glad you think so. Don’t mind being sweet with you…”

…            …            …

                Other than their serious conversation about starting a relationship, they haven’t had any deep and meaningful conversations. Yet. Until yesterday afternoon when he’d picked Leo up from Maria’s and then… found himself dating the guy. They’ve spent four nights out of five together, nearly every meal, and he’s well aware that he’s pretty much living with Leo in his not-so-little rental accommodation for the duration of his stay. He likes that it’s a neutral space for the time being, which has been good. Especially as he doesn’t exactly have a place of his own, his bedroom in Nicola’s apartment not exactly the most useful of places when he wants to hook up with someone, mainly because the apartment also usually contains Nicola herself.

                But if he’s going to date Leo, try having a relationship with distance between them, then he wants to share his little piece of home in his sister’s apartment. Show Leo the farm properly, because he’d actually seemed pretty interested in that yesterday when he’d mentioned it. He already knows that Leo’s parents are a minefield, but he’s going to ask because he’s going to gut himself in return. He knows he’s going to have to share bits that don’t make him happy, if they’re going to actually going to make a serious go of this. But he’s going to start small.

                “So, want to tell me about why you have a giant fuck off rooster tattooed on your leg?”

                “You don’t want to make a couple of guesses first?” Leo asks, rolling in the bed and giving Jake a mischievous grin and eyebrow waggle. God the man is a giant dork.

                “Because you’re a cock?” Jake asks, trying to make his expression sweet.

                “Close…”

                “Well, you’re not doing any false advertising.”

                “It’s my family name.”

                Jake frowns, because okay, he knows Leo’s name is Bradley Bradshaw, but he answers to Leo just as easily, which he knows is short for Leonardo…

                “My Italian family name. It’s Gallo, which means… well, direct translation is rooster.”

                “And a non-direct translation?” Jake asks. Leo grins again, looking smug.

                “Strong voice… good in bed…”

                “Oh, so you are a cock.”

                “I did say you were close.”

…            …            …

                He has to leave Leo in bed, which sucks for so many reasons but Leo looks fucked out and happy, already half-asleep and Jake presses a kiss to his bare shoulder.

                “I’ll be back in a few hours. In time for lunch. Let me know if there’s anything you need from the farm or grocery store…”

                He gets a muffled grunt for his trouble and Leo just shoves his head further into the pillow. Jake grins and heads for the door. He should be gone for about four hours to help his sisters on the farm. They have workers, but there’s always more work to be done and while many of them have other jobs they’re all still local and he gets to leave for months on end, and not have to deal with the realities of… home. He still needs to talk to Leo about that. Try and have a conversation that doesn’t lead to them immediately fucking. It’s a tall order. Maybe that’s where the distance might be a good thing.

                He pulls his truck into the yard and looks around at the assembled vehicles and rolls his eyes. Fucking great. They’re all here, the Seresin-sister grapevine clearly working as intended. God, he hopes Leo was serious about not getting scared off easy. He’s never introduced someone to his sisters before. Not someone that he’s actually serious about, and for all the shaking up that Leo has done in the last week it’s like a snow globe slowly settling and revealing the scene. He likes the view so far.

                He sits in his truck and drums his fingers against the steering wheel, wonders if he should maybe just start it again and drive away. He wouldn’t put it past them to drive after him, although Sandra and Amanda probably have their kids with them, so they might not chase after him. He sucks in a breath and throws his shoulders back. He can do this. His sisters love him and it’s just going to be embarrassing and maybe he can get the worst of it out of the way now and tomorrow night, when they actually meet Leo, they’ll manage to not humiliate him.

                He won’t hold his breath.

SIXTEEN

[alsadeekalsadouk]

‏Symbols on ancient Greek coins

Ancient Greek coins often featured unique symbols or emblems that represented the city-state that minted them. These symbols were an early form of coinage emblem or "badge" that promoted the prestige of the city.

Some common symbols :

- Owls on Athenian coins, representing the city's patron goddess Athena.

- Pegasus on Corinthian coins, representing the mythological winged horse tamed by the hero Bellerophon.

- Bees on coins of Ephesus, representing the goddess Artemis who was associated with the city.

- Lions on coins of Miletus, a common symbol for the city.

- Roses on coins of Rhodes, representing the island's famous flower.

- Celery on coins of Selinunte, depicting the local plant.

These symbols were more than just decoration - they served to identify the issuing authority and promote the identity of the city-state. Coins were an important symbol of civic pride and power in the ancient Greek world. The variety of symbols used reflects the diversity of Greek city-states and their local mythologies and iconography. #archaeology #history #ancient #art #alsadeekalsadouk #ancienthistory #travel #archaeological #rome #italy #museum #roma #heritage #greek #arthistory #culture #antiquity

#4thcentury #photography #tetradrachm #greekcoin #greekarcheology #greekancientcoins #stater #الصديق_الصدوق

#Greek_mythology

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Ghosts

Summary: A phone call from a stranger with news about a man from a life you had left behind a long time ago, brings back many memories, making you travel from France to New York City for one last time. Only for a promise made twenty years ago to wait for you once you are back home.

Pairing: John Wick x fem. reader

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: !! spoilers for John Wick Chapter 4 !! do not read this if you don't want to be spoiled for the movie (this is an attempt on a fix it fic lmao), guns, death, angst, fluff

A/N: yeah I know it's been 84 years but here I am with my silly little John Wick fic, trying to make sense of the movie I watched two days ago. Summary is a lil vague cause spoilers

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You jumped awake, uncertain what it was that woke you up. 

Groaning your eyes found the time on the alarm clock on your bedside table, showing you that it was just after 3 am. Was it a nightmare? You had those, even though not as frequently as before. Out of instinct you reached under your bed, finding the familiar shape of your gun still in place. 

You hadn’t actually used a gun in almost twenty years, yet knowing it was there gave you a sense of safety, your mind wandering to the last time you had used it. 

The night you died. 

The night you left your old life. 

The night he killed you. 

Your life had been planned out for you before you even took your first breath. You were the future head of the Ruska Roma, your fathers pride and joy. 

You never had a choice in that matter. 

You learned hundreds of ways to kill a person, had material art lessons daily followed by lessons learning every single detail about the high table and your family's enemies, making you a killing machine before you even turned thirteen years old. 

It was on your thirteenth birthday that you met John Wick for the first time. 

He was older than you, at least ten years, but there was something in his eyes that seemed familiar to you. It was the same look you saw every day when you looked into the mirror. Sadness, Anger, Emptiness. 

He spent a year working exclusively for your father, doing his dirty work, before he disappeared like a ghost into the night. 

Almost twelve years would pass before you and John would meet again.

He became a friend, if you had friends in the world you had been born into. Maybe even your only friend. And so much more. He trained you, his reputation proceeding him, his name only whispered in the underground as if he would appear out of thin air if you dared to speak out his name. 

Spending time with John became an escape to the ever lingering pressure all around you, your personal challenge becoming to make him crack the facade he put on, for just a tiny glimpse at the man behind the myth.

It was when your father announced your engagement to another future member of the high table, catching you totally off guard, that gave you finally the strength to plan your way out. 

You knew survival was almost impossible. 

So you had to die. 

And who better to help you make your death believable than the boogeyman himself?

Shaking your head out of the memory of John, blinking away the many pictures of his soft smile as you woke up in his arms day after day before you disappeared you sighed. 

It had been almost twenty years since you last saw him, since he promised once he got out for good he would find you, but sometimes you still found yourself thinking about him. He had been your best friend and so much more. The first man you kissed, the first man you slept with. 

Your phone buzzed and you reached for it, your eyes frowning at the foreign number. 

“Hello?” you said. 

A sigh was heard on the other end of the line. 

“This is… My name is Winston and I am calling for Jonathan Wick….”

Getting to New York undetected must have been the single most anxious task of your life. You hadn’t been back here since you kissed your former life goodbye. 

But it was John. 

And Winston, who you learned was the Manager of the New York Continental Hotel, assured you that your safety would be assured if you chose to travel to John’s funeral. 

“John and I may have had our issues, but he made me promise to keep an eye on you if anything would ever happen to him,” he had told you. 

It was from him that you learned that even though you hadn’t talked or seen John since that night, John had very much kept up with you and your life. To make sure you were always safe. 

You learned that he got out too before because he fell in love, got married to the woman he loved before she died from a long illness, the aftermath of that sucking him back into the underworld where he fought for his freedom before he eventually found it and died on the steps of the Sacré-Cœur in Paris. 

Only two hours away from the small town you had called home for the last couple of years. 

You weren’t prepared how much the news of his death would hurt. 

While learning that he got out for another woman hurt when you first learned about it, in the end you were happy he got to experience love and life apart from the underworld.

Sure, he could have died without you knowing it since you lost contact. But knowing that he still cared about you even after all these years, made you so fucking sad and happy at the same time. 

Winston and someone who named himself the Bowery King (you did not ask any questions) had left you alone at the graveyard, a trusted security detail from Winston staying behind as you stood under the umbrella facing John Wick’s grave. 

Loving husband it read beneath his name.

It brought a small smile to your lips. 

When you were younger you always pictured him when you dreamed of getting married. But that was all it was. 

A dream. 

John Wick was the first man you loved, maybe the only man you really loved. 

“I hope you found your peace, Jonathan,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over his gravestone, before you set down a single rose on his stone and on Helen’s. His wife’s. 

You blinked away the tears.

“Thank you for keeping me safe,” you said with a sad smile on your lips before you slowly turned around and walked back to your car. 

It was early morning when the car drove through the tiny town of La Mare just on the coast of France. 

Was it totally insane taking a risky twenty four hour trip to New York City for a funeral of a man you hadn’t talked to in twenty years?

Yes. 

But you would do it again. 

You thanked the driver with a tired smile, watching him drive away as you searched for your keys in your purse. 

You had stayed to have a drink with Winston and meet with a lawyer from whom you learned that John had put you in his last will, making you the sole heir to everything he owned in case his wife died before him. 

After you had been driven back to the private airstrip where you took the private jet you had arrived with back to europe.

You just wanted to lay down and cry, the rollercoaster of feelings you had gone through since your phone call with Winston just two days ago still not really setting in. 

You unlocked the door, letting your bag fall down in the hallway as you shut the door behind you, leaning with your back against the door, taking a deep breath. 

This was so fucking silly. 

Why were you so heartbroken about a man you had said goodbye to before?

You got out of your shoes, walking down the long hallway towards the kitchen half asleep. You blamed it on that you did not hear the noise until you were walking through the door, stopping in your tracks at the man currently fighting with your coffee maker. 

Instinct set in and you silently walked to the table closest to you, intent on grabbing your gun when you found it gone. 

“If you’re looking for your gun, it’s right here,” your head turned towards the man who had now turned around, his head nodding towards your big kitchen Island where your gun was laying. 

Your eyes flew from him to the gun, before you looked at him again, your lips parting in a gasp. 

“John?” you whispered in disbelief. 

Slowly he walked towards you, limped really, before he came to a stop in front of you. 

He was older, his dark hair longer than the last time you had seen him. He was wearing sweatpants and a white shirt and you could see the bandages beneath it from where he must be hurt.

“I told you I would find you once I got out for good,” he said carefully, but you just kept looking at him like he was a ghost. A ghost from your past.

“Hope you don’t mind, I let myself in.”

“I... I was at your funeral,” you whispered. 

“I was at yours too,” he said. 

“You got married,” you said. He nodded. 

“But now you’re here.”

“But now I’m here.”

You took a step towards him, carefully reaching out, your hand coming to rest on his chest, just above his heart. 

“It’s been a long time,” you whispered. 

“Yeah.”

“A lot has happened since we last saw each other,” you said. He nodded.

“You wanna have breakfast and tell me all about it?” you asked. 

“Yeah. I’d love that.”

[madridfangirl]

MAKING UP SCENARIOS(!i love being delusional!! )

in the next few chapters the potential plot of Jude seeing ananya when she’s having a night out in some club in madrid (he had no clue she was gonna be there ) he’s watching her so intensely but he can’t act on it since they’re private. so he has to push his pride aside and ego aside and watch as she’s having the time of her life w roma and her friends. and the whole “you’re def coming home w me at the end of the night”

ANOTHER SCENARIO

both Jude and ananya meet at a night out, and he invites her to his section and they have to pretend they don’t each other so they both watch as other people flirt w them all night but given the way Jude is he brakes first, and they both sneak away ( lots of making out on the ride back to HIS place )

Dear anon - I LOVE YOU!

Easily one of the best messages I hv ever gotten - love the deluluness about Jude :)

Scenario 1:

I can totally see this happen. Like I can literally visualise it.

He's sitting in the private section, watching her and she doesn't even know. His teammates catch him maybe, see that he is distracted and are probing him but they can't tell who exactly he's looking at. Coz she's in a mini-group, dancing away like no care in the world. And shes a little drunk so even lower inhibitions.

He wants to go over & put his hands around her, create a barrier between the crowd & her with his body, while she keeps dancing away to glory. But he can't. She'd absolutely murder him if he draws any attention to her.

So maybe he waits for her to go to the loo or something & catches her there. Its still a risk, he could be seen outside the private section but he takes the chance maybe? Or the moment she reaches her table he sends her a message that he's taking her home?

So many possibilities........love love this scenario.

Scenario 2:

This is more unlikely. Because its risky. It still exposes her to his group & he won't know if she'd be ready for that. It would also mean that the rest of his group might hit on her in such a setting & Jude would absolutely lose his shit if that happens.

Its not even about him breaking first (he absolutely will) but he'd probably never even let this happen.

Unless the situation is thrusted on them unknowingly. And he has to watch while she interacts with his teammates / friends. That would be comical coz he would be such a bad actor, absolutely incapable of hiding his irritation. Making mental notes of who all to tackle extra hard in training. Yeah, he can't take it :)

Thanks again for these nuggets - I had so much fun being delulu with you :))))))))

Blessed to have such wonderful anons / readers 🫶

[akudamalive]

AKUDAMA -- QUЭЭЯ ⛓ K1ИK 🦾 C¥BЗЯ 🔊 TЭСHИØ #60 -- PRIDE Last Saturday I had the pleasure of experiencing the Pride in Roma 🇮🇹 seeing the trucks, people and supporters passing the Colosseum was such a beautiful image 🌈 every time when joining a pride parade, I can see so much love and can’t help but imagine a world where love abounds in every corner and every moment 🫶 a world we aspire to create and a world we should never stop fighting for 🖤 ⁠ ⁠ QueeResistenza was / is this year’s slogan of pride in Rome / Italy - a word that means queer resistance and existence. A march for the rights of queer people and recognition against a government that wants to erase them. The pride showed beautiful diversity with 34 amazing floats, music and speeches - and a million people strong, according to the organizers. Also, the mayor of Rome joined and supported the families of same-sex couples. It was a beautiful day of love and solidarity and I’m even more excited to join this weekend’s pride parade in my current home base Torino 🏳️‍🌈⁠

In my previous post you saw the start of the pride parade at Piazza della Repubblica and this video is the last hour before the end of the parade at the Colosseum - hopefully the videos get at least a small percentage of the actual feelings across at this great festival ✨ The artwork on the images is my idea of a futuristic Techno afterparty after the Roman Pride, I hope you like it 💋

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[worldsfromhoney]

Ficlet Masterlist

Each ficlet has its respective warnings so pay heed to them!! I aint responsible if you don’t know how to spot the big red warnings 👁️👄👁️

Gen All The Way

Tar dan Elif

High fantasy. An assassin goes about an assignment. It’s their favourite one yet

tints, tones, tests

Punk. The occupant of a room sees two worlds in one and makes a choice

pristine clean

Magic realism. The cleaner of souls heeds the call. The body’s in a forest

this winter we played

Medieval. A statue shows up in town. It’s not as cold or unmovable as they think

Ornaments Along the Parapet

Modern. She decides to go to the old railroad bridge

counting on

Historical. This child gets candy. The price? Freedom

…and so on!

Queer platonic

The Crowning Jewel

Cyberpunk. The rebels go and rob critical information. They get more than they expected

Lines of Power

High Fantasy. An undead necromancer goes for a sleepover at a witch’s house. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Throw Thy Pride

Modern. After being imprisoned, a government agent comes back home. It doesn’t mean he comes back whole

Not Like This

Urban Fantasy. A chicken humanoid gets a scare and the farmhand is there for comfort. It’s not as easy as it sounds

S.A.D.

Modern. One day, the tattoo shop remains closed and its florist neighbour needs answers. It’s somehow what they expected and not at all

Tears For You

Medieval. The knight sees the servant when they start crying. It is on their honour that they help stem the tears

Let Me

Xianxia. A master healer’s junior comes back to the sect. It doesn’t mean they came back whole

A Home With You

Modern Dæmon AU. Local tour guide approaches seemingly lost tourist. They get more than they expect

When in Rome

Steampunk. You come upon a stranger being dismantled and torn apart. You stay and witness.

…and so on!

Gay Gay Gay

what use are labels (with you)?

Modern. A chase between a hero and a villain. To what end will they reach?

With My Heart and Soul

Historical. The best bachelor in Roma’s looking for something. He finds it in a house he’s too familiar with

He Who Tends, He Who Mends

Medieval. A knight comes home from war. He finally gets taken care of

This Godly Taste

Historical Fantasy. Playing a game with a god never ends up well. Not even if you’re the pharaoh

Jewels of Mine

Historical. In the eyes of God, love is not a sin. In this case, it is and he cannot stop wavering

My Dear Thief

High Fantasy. A thief just wants to start a new life, free from the past. But everyone dreams and so does he

Vivre Notre Amour

Historical. A revolutionary sneaks into the bedroom of one of the most protected nobles in France. They talk as they always do

…and so on!

Series Ish

Welcome to My Channel

Urban Fantasy. You go through your coming of age ceremony. You wonder how anyone gets through adulthood like this

PART ONE

FINALE

To Fall and Fall to Rise

Urban Fantasy. After years of freedom, Val’s mother calls for him. What else is he to do but come?

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

FINALE

Imposter Syndrome

Urban Sci-Fantasy. Del’s mother is dying and it’s time he claims the thing he wants most—or the person

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

FINALE

…and so on!

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[mchiti]

I dream so much of Hakim at Roma (might be the fact this is my second latin exam in the span of two months I'm crying over seneca cicero ceaser virgil and all that carmina things rn literally crying) but like roma logo isn't it the coolest in the world. the colours like. the scenery like. the poetic justice of him going there and retrieving the north african pride from the roman empire colonisation and the later romanisation of the arabic language. But I'm also a Muslim with a fascination for classic pagan culture and mythology so he'd be like Aeneas, son of Aphrodite, founder of a new progeny at the shores of the Tiber. Follow your destiny khoya who cares abt paris.

[cant-get-no-worse]

Hi Ciene!! I was looking thru your posts about barca and at one point you said "I was so numb by Bayern I barely noticed it, Anfield was way worse". But it seems to me 8-2 is from a score point of view way worse as an humiliation, no? Im genuinely curious! kiss kiss

Hi lovely!

I get from casuals or not Barça supporters that the logical option, upon getting asked to chose the "worst humiliation" in Barça's UCL's recent history, would be to go for the infamous 8-2 since, as you pointed out, it's a pretty catastrophic score that cannot be surpassed by a seemingly more dull 4-0. But from a Barça's hincha, you have to place Anfield, and Bayern, in the larger context.

Essentially, after 2015, it was a free fall, that started to take real shape and become noticeable in our game with Roma (4-1 ; 0-3 won by Roma due to the exterior goal rule that has since been erased) in 2018, then Anfield in 2019 (3-0 ; 0-4) and finally Bayern's 8-2 in 2020. Roma was the first severe hit, but Anfield was the uppercut. You gotta place it into our 2018-2019 season: Barcelona, after the 2017-2018 season, departures, knocking out of the UCL, wasn't expected to do very great, but they did. Because of a mix of things but most of all, essentially, at the core of it all, there was one guy that was at the form of his life, one guy that carried his club like Sisyphus and his boulder, one guy that aligned absolutely mental statistics while passing the eye test and being visibly better than essentially everyone on the pitch, whether his teammates or their opponents. Guess who. 😐 I'm not gonna go over his performance because truly, he outplayed and outshined every single player that season. FCB was on its way to win La Liga, the Supercopa and well on the UCL until Liverpool happened.

The first leg was good. That free kick? I jumped out of my skin alright. Me and the friends I was watching with did a Tom Cruise on my fucking couch, we were screaming, laughing, we couldn't believe it. You know those moments of euphoria in football, when it all happens at once, action after action, you can't fathom it, you're caught in your own pride, joy, relentless hope? Resumes LM10's UCL's run pretty well: stellar. Putting everyone on their feet. Making us hope to touch that trophy again. Making us so fucking proud of being a blaugrana and having him as ours. A promise of something great lying ahead, a treble, after Roma, after Neymar's departure and lack of proper replacement. I got no words for how bad second leg was. A crumble on the pitch, off of it, a mentality struggle that cripples this team to this day. Liverpool was so bad because the team just had to not take four goals. Guess they took lessons from PSG tho. :)

Can't really tell you how I and multiple felt about that; it was just a general, horrific crumble, and after the game, a kind of numbness that settled in. I remember one of my friend just shrugging at the end of Bayern; almost laughing. We were completely snapped out of it, no involvement whatsoever, and that's why, to me, Anfield was worse. Because at Anfield, we genuinely thought we could do it. It was a fairy tale. At Bayern, we didn't. 8-2 could have been 3-0 or 5-1 or 10-2, wouldn't have changed much. I'm not claiming it's all Barça's supporters feelings towards this, just explaining mine. I still can't watch Anfield's vids because it makes me genuinely mad, for everything it could have represented, for everything we could have won, because a team hadn't been able to back up one player when he had a faltering of form over one game. A bittersweet reminder that you could be the best player in the world and go through arguably the best season of your career, if you don't have anyone behind you, you won't get anywhere — football is a team sport and nothing else. A team wins. A team loses. End of discussion. :)

[lilitunoirrr]

Fictitious and chillingly real, the story of Gita from Byala Gora touches on a number of acute social themes: internalised Antigypsyism vs taking pride in your Romani roots; patriarchy vs matriarchy; tradition vs modern; true love vs arranged marriage; majority vs minority; justice for Roma vs justice for non-Roma...all is there and all is shown true the eyes of Gita, who is Romani but she only wants to be herself opposite to all the expectations from her own and from the others. Following her heart above all, Gita goes against all "norms" about what a Romani girl should be like. A very strong script, and very strong actors. I am really happy with the series. Many could easily say that "Infamia" reaffirms stereotypes and clichés. But let us ask ourselves first: Where's the invisible line between "good" and "bad" depiction? Of all Roma? Gita is a fiction. And it's not. Roma communities are not heterogeneous. Some Roma are more traditional, and some are more modernised. I fully saw and recognised the world of Gita as my own. Yes, arranged marriages, jobs we cannot take pride in and poverty are an everyday occurrence for many Roma today. There's no offense in showing that. Offense would be to reject it, to pretend that it is not there, to say that...

this is not Romani.

In one of the last scenes Gita visits her grandmother and the old woman through tears tells her: "Na san amari Gita!". ( You are not ours, Gita!)

And Gita, like many other young Roma, is ours: in between traditional and contemporary, between Roma and Gadzhe, between "Gypsy" and "Infamia".

I recommend you to watch the series: critically, with empathy and with a tought for all Gitas and Tareks that are out there and need the courage and support!

[5a-alf]

I know no one will probably read this post, I'm but I feel the need to put it out there and let the world know about what's going on in Italy right now.

As we all know, we are under a right wing government, and although they like to say they are not a fasc1sts...well.

Five days ago Regione Lazio took away the patrocinio for Roma pride. (I'm not sure how to explain in English, but basically they took away the region "official" support for Pride)

Yesterday (7 of June 23) the same happened for Milan. We are talking about two of the biggest Pride events in Italy (the other being Bologna, and Naples) at just a couple of weeks from when they were supposed to happen.

They claim they choose to do this because they can't support a parade in favour of surrogate pregnancy, but really, this is an attack to our community as a whole

La prima volta fu rivolta (ENG: the first time it was a riot)

I think it's gonna have to be again

[sagart1]

Ferrari Showroom in India: Explore the Iconic Ferrari Mumbai

When you think of luxury, performance, and automotive excellence, one name inevitably stands out—Ferrari. For car enthusiasts in India, owning a Ferrari is not just a dream; it’s a symbol of passion and prestige. Among the limited Ferrari dealerships in the country, the Ferrari Mumbai showroom, operated by Navnit Motors, offers a truly extraordinary experience that brings this Italian masterpiece closer to Indian buyers.

A Destination for Ferrari Lovers in India

Located in the bustling commercial hub of Mumbai’s Bandra Kurla Complex, the Ferrari Mumbai showroom is more than just a dealership; it’s an experience. Navnit Motors has established itself as the go-to place for everything Ferrari in India. Whether you are looking to own your first Ferrari or add another one to your collection, the Mumbai showroom is designed to meet every need of Ferrari enthusiasts.

What Makes Ferrari Mumbai Unique?

Iconic Models Under One Roof

At the Ferrari Mumbai showroom, you can explore Ferrari’s world-renowned lineup, including the powerful Ferrari SF90 Stradale, the sleek Ferrari Roma, and the dynamic Ferrari 812 GTS. Each model is a testament to Ferrari's dedication to performance, innovation, and design.

The showroom also caters to pre-owned Ferraris, certified through Ferrari’s rigorous standards, ensuring you get the same quality and performance as a new model.

Personalized Customer Experience

Ferrari Mumbai prides itself on offering a highly personalized experience. The team of experts at Navnit Motors takes the time to understand your preferences, guiding you through every detail of your chosen Ferrari model. From specifications to customization options, every Ferrari can be tailored to reflect your unique style and personality.

World-Class Service Center

Owning a Ferrari is not just about buying a car; it’s about maintaining its legacy. Ferrari Mumbai’s state-of-the-art service center ensures your prized possession gets the care it deserves. With a team of factory-trained technicians and access to genuine Ferrari parts, your Ferrari remains in peak condition for years to come.

Ferrari Events and Community

Ferrari Mumbai goes beyond selling cars by fostering a sense of community among Ferrari owners and enthusiasts. Exclusive events such as track days and Ferrari gatherings allow you to connect with like-minded individuals and experience the thrill of Ferrari ownership.

Why Choose Ferrari Mumbai?

The Ferrari Mumbai showroom is more than just a place to buy a car—it’s where dreams come to life. Navnit Motors has set the gold standard for luxury car dealerships in India, offering unparalleled service and expertise. For anyone looking to explore the world of Ferrari, this showroom is the gateway to automotive excellence.

Plan Your Visit

Whether you’re an avid Ferrari enthusiast or someone who appreciates the finer things in life, the Ferrari Mumbai showroom welcomes you to explore the brand’s extraordinary legacy. Visit the showroom at Platina Building, Plot C-59, BKC, G Block G-2, Mumbai, or explore their offerings online at Ferrari Mumbai.

For the ultimate Ferrari experience in India, Ferrari Mumbai by Navnit Motors is the destination where luxury, performance, and passion converge.

[qnewsau]

Rainbow Bikers QLD celebrate their 1st birthday

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Rainbow Bikers QLD celebrate their 1st birthday

Rainbow Bikers QLD founder Shane Stevens shares the club’s journey as they celebrate their first birthday in August.

When I founded Rainbow Bikers in Queensland, it was with the vision of creating a safe, inclusive space for the LGBTQIA+ community in the motorcycling world. 

Many gender-diverse individuals found it challenging to join existing motorcycle clubs without feeling out of place. 

Witnessing anti-trans movements and a lack of understanding towards the queer community, I saw a need for an all-inclusive space where people could be themselves, regardless of age, race, gender, identity, or sexual orientation. 

How it began

After being part of various motorcycle groups for many years and riding for over 30 years, I wanted to set up Rainbow Bikers. For two years, I questioned whether I could or should do it.

Encouraged by friends and family, I decided to move forward. I sought advice from other clubs in Australia, the UK, and America, learning from their successes and failures.

A huge help came from Dykes on Bikes Queensland, whose president, Petrea Cooper, and Vice President, Kerrie Anne, were incredibly supportive.

They promoted us, gave us advice, rode with us, and invited our club to their events. We formed a true symbiotic siblinghood, supporting each other as clubs and as human beings.

Growth and community

We started in August of 2023 with just me, and by October, we had 100 members in Queensland. This has now grown to 137 members. 

The same month I founded the club, we saw huge interest from other states and we started Rainbow Bikers SA (South Australia).

That club now boasts 116 active members and continues to grow. It’s incredible and something I never envisaged.

Events and activities

We hold monthly rides on the last Sunday of every month in Queensland, choosing favourite routes and destinations of our riders. We give opportunities for all members to lead a ride if they want to, promoting collaboration rather than one person leading everything. 

Our destinations have included a camel farm in the Scenic Rim, bowling and New Zealand pies on the Gold Coast, a picnic at a spectacular waterfall, and a meet-and-greet sausage sizzle in Roma Street Parklands. We cater to all kinds of riders, from learners to seasoned pros.

There are no fees for joining and the only requirement is that you bring your motorcycle, good vibes, smiles, and ride safely.

We also regularly attend pride marches, starting with Brisbane last year, followed by Gold Coast Pride, Ipswich’s QueerSwich, and the upcoming Logan Pride event

First birthday celebrations

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To celebrate our first anniversary, we will have another monthly ride with spectacular scenery, leaving from Mt. Coot-tha and heading to the top of NSW to Woodenbong for a delicious lunch. And who knows, maybe there will be some cake to celebrate.

As we mark this milestone, I am filled with gratitude and pride for what we have achieved together. Here’s to many more years of riding, laughter, and unity.

To join the club visit the Rainbow Bikers QLD group on Facebook or follow them on Instagram @rainbowbikersqld

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