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Jimi Hendrix in the U.S. Army, 1961-1962

(English / Español / Italiano)

Letter home, October 1961

Dear Dad:

I have just received your letter and I am very happy to see that you are well and that you and Leon are together. It has taken me by surprise and I am very happy, because I know that you are, or should I say were, very lonely there. That's how I feel when I start thinking about you and the rest - and Betty. Tell Leon to do what he's supposed to do, because, as you used to tell me, life takes its toll on you. I'm also very happy that you have a TV, and I know you're ‘working hard’ at fixing up the house. Keep it up and I'll do my best to survive the Airborne to make our name stand tall. I'm going to try my hardest and I'm going to try my hardest and I'm going to make it so that the whole Hendrix family has the right to wear the Howling Eagle insignia of the United States Army Airborne Forces (smile)! Don't worry, next time you see me, I'll be wearing the badge of pride. I hope so.

To Dad Hendrix, from your son, with love. James

P. D: Please send me the guitar as soon as you can, I really need it now, it's still at Betty's.

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Carta a casa, octubre de 1961

Querido papá:

Acabo de recibir tu carta y estoy muy contento de ver que estás bien y que Leon y tú estáis juntos. Me ha pillado por sorpresa y estoy muy feliz, porque sé que estás, o debería decir estabas, muy solo allí. Así es como me siento cuando empiezo a pensar en ti y en el resto –y en Betty–. Dile a Leon que haga lo que se supone que tiene que hacer, porque, como solías decirme, la vida te acaba pasando factura. También estoy muy contento de que tengas una televisión, y ya sé que te estás «currando» lo de arreglar la casa. Sigue así y yo haré todo lo posible por sobrevivir a las Fuerzas Aerotransportadas para dejar nuestro nombre bien alto. Voy a esforzarme mucho y a intentarlo con todas mis fuerzas. ¡Lo conseguiré para que toda la familia Hendrix tenga derecho a llevar la insignia del Águila Aulladora de las Fuerzas Aerotransportadas del Ejército de los Estados Unidos (sonrisa)! Tranquilo, la próxima vez que me veas, luciré la insignia del orgullo. Eso espero.

A papá Hendrix, de tu hijo, con amor. James

P. D: Por favor, envíame la guitarra en cuanto puedas, ahora me hace mucha falta, sigue en casa de Betty.

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Lettera a casa, ottobre 1961

Caro papà:

Ho appena ricevuto la tua lettera e sono molto felice di vedere che stai bene e che tu e Leon siete insieme. Mi ha colto di sorpresa e sono molto felice, perché so che siete, o dovrei dire eravate, molto soli lì. È così che mi sento quando inizio a pensare a te e agli altri - e a Betty. Di' a Leon di fare quello che deve fare, perché, come mi dicevi sempre, la vita ti prende il suo tributo. Sono anche molto felice che tu abbia una TV e so che stai “lavorando sodo” per sistemare la casa. Continua così e io farò del mio meglio per sopravvivere all'Aeronautica e far sì che il nostro nome sia alto. Ce la metterò tutta e farò in modo che tutta la famiglia Hendrix abbia il diritto di indossare le insegne dell'Aquila urlante delle Forze aviotrasportate dell'esercito degli Stati Uniti (sorriso)! Non preoccuparti, la prossima volta che mi vedrai, indosserò il distintivo dell'orgoglio. Lo spero.

A papà Hendrix, da tuo figlio, con amore. James

P. D: Per favore, mandami la chitarra il prima possibile, ne ho davvero bisogno ora, è ancora da Betty.

Source: Pasión por el Jazz y Blues.

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CERAMICA DI SANTO STEFANO DI CAMASTRA

Anche oggi non ti ho detto che ti amo, Preso dagli affanni del giorno, dal leccare la vita per capirne ipocrisie e falsità, ho dimenticato di dirti che ti amo. O meglio, nel silenzio del giorno e nel nulla dei suoi attimi, non ho trovato tra le sue ombre e le parole vuote del mondo, il momento giusto per parlare al tuo cuore, per dirti di quanto ci lega, per confessare quello che ferma il tempo per creare un istante, un minuto delle nostre vere vite. Non volevo sconsacrare le parole che dovevo dirti, non volevo svendere il tesoro che mi doni, liquidare tutto nella banalità del quotidiano, per amarti per contratto, o glorificarti per noia. Non volevo svendere per poco, quello che sarebbe diventato il senso del giorno, nascondere tra consigli per gli acquisti e stragi degli innocenti, l’unico respiro dell’anima mia. Era troppo importante, anche se era naturale, era troppo semplice anche se è un giuramento quotidiano fatto alla tua vita perché sia la mia vita. È troppo banale sprecare quello che vuol dire amarti, è infantile ripeterlo, è assurdo pretenderlo anche se è necessario confermarlo ogni giorno, scriverlo nell’aria che ci divide, sognarlo nelle nostre notti, scambiarcelo nelle nostre carni, così che i nostri corpi siano il forziere, la vigna ed il mare di quello che proviamo, dell’ebrezza che ci scambiamo, delle emozioni su cui navighiamo. Un altro giorno muore senza averti detto che ti amo, Un altro giorno scivolato via senza sapore, diventato un anonimo giorno di pieno inverno, dove non vi sono colori, il sole è malato, il vento impazzisce e il mare diventa nemico. Eppure lo so, lo so bene, che solo quando ti dico che ti amo, il tempo ha un altro sapore, i miei affanni si sciolgono e tu mi rivesti con i sorrisi della primavera. Perché l’amore è un assegno in bianco che qualcuno ti dà e che tu devi spendere il giorno stesso perché domani non avrà più lo stesso valore e nessuno ti potrà garantire che domani ce ne sarà uno eguale. Un assegno gratuito che devi spendere in quel momento scrivendo il valore che tu dai a chi te lo ha dato. Ma se scrivi troppo o troppo poco, sei tu dopo, che dovrai pagare il doppio della cifra che hai scritto. Per questo, non dirti oggi che ti amo, è tenersi in mano quell’assegno incapace di spenderlo, incapace di sognare, incapace di volare, incapace di trasformare il grigiore dei palazzi in un intimo paradiso

Even today I didn't tell you that I love you, Caught up in the worries of the day, in licking life to understand its hypocrisies and falsehoods, I forgot to tell you that I love you. Or rather, in the silence of the day and in the nothingness of its moments, I didn't find among its shadows and the empty words of the world, the right moment to speak to your heart, to tell you how much binds us, to confess what stops time to create an instant, a minute of our true lives. I didn't want to desecrate the words I had to say to you, I didn't want to sell off the treasure you give me, liquidate everything in the banality of everyday life, to love you by contract, or glorify you out of boredom. I didn't want to sell off for a little, what would have become the meaning of the day, hide among shopping tips and massacres of innocents, the only breath of my soul. It was too important, even if it was natural, it was too simple even if it is a daily oath made to your life for it to be my life. It is too banal to waste what it means to love you, it is childish to repeat it, it is absurd to demand it even if it is necessary to confirm it every day, to write it in the air that divides us, to dream it in our nights, to exchange it in our flesh, so that our bodies are the treasure chest, the vineyard and the sea of ​​what we feel, of the intoxication we exchange, of the emotions we sail on. Another day dies without having told you that I love you, Another day slipped away without flavor, become an anonymous day in the middle of winter, where there are no colors, the sun is sick, the wind goes crazy and the sea becomes an enemy. And yet I know, I know well, that only when I tell you that I love you, time has another flavor, my worries melt away and you dress me with the smiles of spring. Because love is a blank check that someone gives you and that you have to spend that same day because tomorrow it will no longer have the same value and no one can guarantee you that tomorrow there will be an equal one. A free check that you have to spend at that moment by writing the value that you give to the one who gave it to you. But if you write too much or too little, it is you later, who will have to pay double the amount you wrote. For this, not telling you today that I love you, is holding that check in your hand incapable of spending it, incapable of dreaming, incapable of flying, incapable of transforming the grayness of the buildings into an intimate paradise

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IL PIACERE PROIBITO

Vite che non sbocciano, che non ingranano, adulti mai nati, fermi, bloccati dentro scomodi grembi.

La patologia più grave, che per la scienza non è incasellata tra le patologie, è quella dei MAI NATI.

Ci sei, sei qui, cammini, guadagni, parli, fai sesso, viaggi, acquisti eppure non sei tu.

Non è la tua vita.

La vita è altrove.

Le cose accadono ma non a te.

La gente svolta, cambia, evolve, e tu sei fermo, come nel gioco dell’oca “fermo un altro giro”, e sto giro conta 40,50, 60 anni.

Sensazione di vivere espropriati da se stessi, 007 senza licenza di vivere.

Senza licenza per vivere ciò che piace davvero, perché il resto viene facile.

Il piacere è proibito, ciò che ami e desideri davvero, non osi nemmeno pensarlo ad alta voce e nemmeno dentro te.

E sapete quando il piacere diviene come la mela per Adamo ed Eva?

Quando si è mantenuta fede al patto depressivo familiare, quando stare bene è un fottuto reato, quando ci si è dovuti spegnere il fuoco da soli per non far sentire spenti quegli altri, quando la madre era invidiosa, troppo egocentrica, un seno cattivo direbbe la psicanalisi.

Il piacere di esserci e di Osare, di ardere, fare casino, essere eccessivi, essere creativi, sboccati, sopra le regole, affamati, voraci di vita.

Ma il piacere è soprattutto muovere il passo verso dove punta il cuore; il mai nato, lo vede! E va.. da un’altra parte.

E non è paura.

Non è sabotaggio, è per antico divieto materno.

È per sacro sigillo di stantìa fedeltà.

E dove è andata a finire tutta questa spinta? Repressa, dentro, sotterrata.

Come un sepolto vivo che ha giusto un foro per l’aria.

Si avverte violento il desiderio di rivalsa, di mordere la vita, di prenderla a calci in culo, di far vedere a tutti chi sei, ma ormai il tuo fuoco è spento, e sei così devastato dentro che non hai la forza per andare contro quell’invisibile mano che continua, giorno, dopo giorno, dopo giorno, a versarci acqua.

Quella mano è la tua, e con una mano vorresti accenderti e con l’altra, sei un pompiere.

Quella vita non nata, paralizzata dentro un gelido sepolcro, da cui spunta qualche foglia, ma non il tuo fiore, è la tua, la tua vita incatenata ad un antico tradimento, forse prima che nascessi, prima di emettere il primo respiro, eri già consapevole che sarebbe andata così.

E credo, niente per l’essere umano sia più tragico di questa frase, non per nulla tratta dalla canzone “Hurt” :

You are someone else, i am still right here e cioè vedere che i fiori sbocciano, crescono, fanno frutti e tu sei lì che non muovi un passo.

C’è tutto quel che ti serve per germogliare, ma tu in qualche modo senti che non lo puoi fare, che ti è vietato, che i piaceri e le gioie della primavera sono vietate, che il pullulare degli amoretti estivi puoi guardarlo da una cartolina, che le rondini svolazzano e tu sei estraneo a quella primitiva contentezza.

Ci sono figli che Dio non sa aiutare per quanto incastrati nelle loro angosce antiche, figli incasinati, figli disperati, che respirano flebili, accucciati nel fondo di un congelatore come una busta di surgelati.

Non so se questi figli vedranno mai la luce.

Forse non basta una vita, forse ce ne vogliono due, tre o chissà quante.

E non fatevi ingannare: non basta la volontà o il senso di responsabilità e non è vero che è tutto nella testa.

Anzi.

È una briglia marchiata nel DNA, è una paralisi dell’essere, che senza le giuste mani, rimane inoperabile.

YOU ARE SOMEONE ELSE

I AM STILL RIGHT HERE,

Cantavano i nine inch nails, ma molto meglio resa dall’immenso Johnny Cash, vero campione del soffrire e dell’autodistruzione, da buon pesci qual’era, salvato in estremis da June Carter, sua devota moglie cancerina.

È vero e lo credo che queste vite mai nate possano trovare la loro primavera grazie a un’ostetrica dell’anima.

Non ci si toglie dal ghiaccio infernale a mani nude, quando già si è privi degli strumenti per camminare.

Ci vuole Virgilio, ci vuole June, ci vuole un amore che ti strappi da quel grembo di eterna cova.

Che tutti i mai nati possano trovarne uno, non importa sotto quale forma, sotto quale veste, che si manifesti a voi, che sappiate riconoscerlo, e lasciatevi trarre in salvo.

Qualcuno nasce da solo, qualcuno no.

ClaudiaCrispolti

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Per l'ask game💛:)

12, 17, 21, 25 , 34 e 48

Ce ne sono un sacco quindi non sapevo che scegliere XD ma ovviamente puoi fare solo quelle che vuoi!

Grazieee💛

12.  Describe your perfect writing space

My desk in my room, big bonus points if my cat is on the desk with me.

A requirement I have (but sadly happen very rarely) is being completely alone at home. When I write I like to comment my own work and scream at times lmao so if there is other people around that kinda make it impossible to do.

Also hearing my family talking in the background take me out completely from the writing mood and that's fucking annoying.

The best thing would be being able to have some beautiful view in the wild in front of me but that's not easy to do lmao

17.  What writing habits or rituals do you have?

I don't have specific rituals before writing other than having some spare time and listening to music (well that's a thing I do 24/7 not just while writing XD).

But if I really wanna be in a cozy mood I prepare myself some tea.

21.  Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?

To be completely honest I love writing characters who are, in some capacity, similar to me; if a character is on a completely different planet compared to me it may be a fun passtime but the writing process become really tiring.

I know a good writer knows how to write every type of character but since I do it just for fun I dont wanna that to become a burden. I abandoned the idea of posting/sharing my works for like 8 years for that exact reason and I've been coming back to that just in the last year but it's not my priority to become the best writer ever lol.

25.  Favourite part of writing

Like you said, having your brain collaborating it's the best part of the writing process XD

But the best moment is having the right inspiration with the right music at the right time and having the best people give you a feedback on your work 💛

34.  What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

Well I don't usually write heavy stuff (for my own sanity lol) but one scene I remember struggling was the end scene (the beach one) of 'When All Is Said and Done'.

It was the last scene so it had to have meaning for it to be a good conclusion to the story (and thats no easy task lol) but the real problem were the feelings.

That moment of the story in particular gave me the opportunity to externalize some of that melancholic feelings that for some reason I carry around all the time. It's hard to put into words but it helped me handling these feelings cause they can create the most overwhelming experience both in a positive and negative way.

Sorry if that make no sense but thats how my mind work 😵

48.  What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?

Well I dont have self insert characters because, as I said, I write characters I can vibe with, even tho we are not that similar at the end.

But I wrote many self insert scenes if I can call them that lol

I've written most of them just for myself ages ago and dont remember shit about them lmao

But the latest was in 'Ultimately' which I still havent posted yet ooops (I will, soon tho!)

In that fic, Murdock's emotions get real close to what I've been feeling for a big part of my life so putting it down was kinda liberating but at the same time also embarassing on some level cause I was afraid he would become to ooc.

But I enjoyed it at the end cause, you know, that's some good whump for my favorite characters lol

[sorellaerba]

Nel frattempo, la realtà italiana non filtrata dalla lente anglofona...

Metto in chiaro una cosa... anzi, un paio. Uno, scrivo in italiano dato che il tema riguarda l'Italia e oggi non c'ho lo sbatti di farlo in inglese (figurarsi tradurre). E due -- soprattutto -- sono d'accordo sulla sulla questione della discriminazione delle donne (per non dire, della popolazione) del Sud Italia, per questioni storiche, sociali e culturali. Lo dico da siciliana, nata e cresciuta in Sicilia, con radici ben salde in questa terra e in questa cultura, e con esperienze di discriminazione fuori regione (mai fuori Italia, finora) che derivano da una serie di confronti con chi, dal centro-nord della penisola italiana, ha avuto da ridire -- e ridere -- per il mio accento e per le mie abitudini, stereotipandoli in una caricatura negativa della mia realtà d'origine. Docenti (!!!) e colleghə universitari/e e coinquilinə.

Ma da qui a delineare un profilo di solo vittimismo, in cui la gente del Sud e le donne, nello specifico, siano appena un passivo recipiente di quello che la stampa vuole dire, anche no. Lo dico da donna fr0c1a del Sud Italia: non mi sorprenderei affatto che persone appartenenti alle forze dell'ordine siano capaci di transfobia e misoginia. Anzi. Basti considerare il clima politico attuale e il fatto che il governo di estrema destra (n3of4scista, in tantə direbbero) appoggi e sia appoggiato dalle forze dell'ordine.

Carini non lascia trasparire nulla davanti ai microfoni sulla questione delle bufale riguardanti Khelif. I media manipolano le sue scelte e creano una narrazione distante dalle poche affermazioni dell'atleta. Dall'altra, però, non c'è nemmeno da sottovalutare il potere di chi, online, piega le parole e le emozioni della pugile alla propria libera interpretazione, facendo diventare questa persona qualcunə che, possibilmente, nemmeno è. Allora, piuttosto che dire "non è razzista/transfobica/omofoba/conservatrice", l'ideale sarebbe optare per verbi di opinione. "Non credo che sia" suona già diverso, suona come un'idea personale e non come un dato veritiero. Come nel caso del "she's not a cop". Not a cop te piacerebbe, perché Carini lo scrive nella sua bio di IG, che è una "police girl" (vedi screenshot).

Carini non è una carnefice, ma nemmeno la vittima che viene dipinta in alcuni punti fantasiosi di questo thread. Le sue azioni hanno scatenato una tempesta di merda di dimensioni frastornanti che si è abbattuta su Imane Khelif, la reale figura oppressa di questa spiacevole situazione.

E quindi, perché mi sento di dire la mia, vorrei rispondere punto per punto. Ripeto che non rifiuto del tutto quanto scritto nel thread, e cioè che il problema non sono le atlete protagoniste della vicenda, quanto piuttosto la stampa e i profili ufficiali di personalità influenti, politiche e non, di espressione ultraconservatrice.

Per il resto, non mi garba l'uso che viene fatto di termini identitari non in uso fra noi gente "bianca" del Sud Italia. Se mi sto sbagliando, per favore, fatemi sapere e correggetemi, nella forma più pacata possibile. Da che mondo (decolonizzato) e mondo (decolonizzato), è la popolazione locale a scegliere in che maniera e in quali termini e concetti identificarsi. Come dico nel punto 5, non mi pare che "pinay" sia un concetto in cui possiamo inscriverci, essendo specifico di certe esperienze identitarie. Così come "mixed race" è addirittura scontato, al punto che da italianə ci suona quasi assurdo doverci identificare in una "pluralità di razze/etnie" -- più per la nostra storia passata che la realtà sociale odierna (razzismo ce n'è eccome).

1. Allora. "Non è giusto". Può tradursi tanto come "it's not right" che "it's not fair". Il primo può fare intendere una condizione personale, fisica o mentale; il secondo implica un contesto relazionale, in cui l'imparzialità e i favoritismi vengono palesati dall'affermazione. La differenza di significato sta NON nell'interpretazione che ne diamo noi, quanto piuttosto nelle vere intenzioni di chi ha proferito quelle parole, e non potremo mai realmente conoscerle.

2. Carini ha ammesso di essersi ritirata per i due colpi al naso. Lo ha affermato lei in un'intervista e lo ha ribadito il suo allenatore in un'altra. Le lacrime possono essere uno sfogo tanto emotivo quanto conseguenza del dolore fisico (che, ha ammesso lei stessa, era forte).

3. Google Translate?? Annamo bene... (.gif di sora Lella). Carini non ha fatto misgendering, è vero, ma lo si evince non dalla terza persona, bensì dal participio passato del verbo usato e/o dall'aggettivo. In italiano, la maggior parte delle volte, specifichiamo il genere della persona alla quale ci riferiamo, a meno che non ci sforziamo di impostare la frase in maniera neutra e inclusiva (e ripeto, ci sforziamo, perché l'italiano resta pur sempre una lingua flessiva). In un'intervista a Fanpage, Carini parla del mancato saluto all'atleta algerina e, testualmente, dice: "se l'avessi vista subito dopo, l'avrei abbracciata". Per cui, no, nessun misgendering.

4. POLICE GIRL (VEDI INSTAGRAM). Carini sta pure sul sito della Polizia di Stato! Mo non è perché una non va a manganellare studentə e attivistə durante le manifestazioni e non fa i posti di blocco, allora non può essere 'na police girl. Eddài su.

5. Italian ≠ white. Sì. Vero. Sante parole. Ma non nell'accezione che si intende nel testo. Proprio per critica decoloniale, non possiamo concepire una nazionalità come "bianca" semplicemente perché l'Italia (come tanti altri Paesi con un passato da colonizzatori) ha una popolazione diversificata per etnia e parlare di maggioranza "bianca", oggi come oggi, non ha affatto senso. Non ricorriamo, tuttavia, allo stesso lessico adottato nei Paesi anglofoni per parlare di "race" -- non perché "non vediamo la razza o il colore". Dopotutto, l'Italia è un Paese altamente razzista. La critica decoloniale in Italia, ancora agli inizi, si appoggia alle teorie anglofone, ma le adattiamo al nostro contesto, così come facciamo (o si dovrebbe fare...) con gli studi queer/fr0ci. Mo, quando mi sostieni che "Carini identifies herself as mixed race (pinay)" (Carini si identifica come "razza mista/pinay)... Ma mi spieghi quando/dove/perché dovrebbe averlo fatto? Esiste per caso un'intervista in cui Carini dice espressamente che si identifica come "mixed race"? Semplicemente perché è campana? O... non sarà mica l'autorə del thread a definirla come tale sulla base della sua idea di italianità e sud-italianità? Gradirei leggere e/o ascoltare la fonte di quest'affermazione, altrimenti non posso che considerarla una forzatura tipica di persone che, dall'alto della loro istruzione e privilegio di provenienza, si arrogano il diritto di determinare l'identità altrui sulla base dei propri standard. Va bene che l'inglese è la lingua principale nella comunicazione internazionale, ma gli standard dei Paesi di lingua inglese NON SONO VALIDI per tutte le culture (che siano europee, asiatiche, sudamericane, etc.). "Pinay", fra l'altro, è un termine specifico dell'identità filippina. Citando Dr. Allyson Goce Tintiangco-Cubales dal suo articolo "Pinayism", nel libro Pinay Power del 2005, "Pinay is a woman of Filipino descent, a Filipina in America and/or a Filipina American" (p. 121). Non avendo affatto esperienza né conoscenza dell'uso di questa parola nel lessico italiano, ho preso la libertà di fare una breve ricerca per istruirmi. I risultati di lingua italiana non citano "pinay/pinoy" né mostrano dati riguardanti la popolazione italo-filippina. Anzi, la nota ironicamente dolente è che "pinay" risulta essere un dispregiativo quando usato da persone non appartenenti alle comunità filippine.

Ora, dunque, per quale motivo una donna italiana NON di origini filippine dovrebbe usare "pinay" come identificativo? Non sarebbe appropriazione?

Ma poi, ti pare che per definirci andiamo a scomodare le comunità filippino-americane quando abbiamo termini nostri, locali, con cui già ci definiamo? "Donna del Sud" fa così schifo? Dopo le 298474847 occupazioni che l'odierno Sud Italia ha subito dall'alba dei tempi, mi pare ovvio che il primo termine che usiamo sia uno anglofono, "mixed race" -- anzi, "pinay", perché le nostre esperienze sono praticamente speculari a quelle delle donne filippino-americane... Che, mica lo sappiamo, noi, che siamo un miscuglio di origini e civiltà antichissime, no. Abbiamo bisogno di rafforzare il concetto, di ripeterlo allo sfinimento così da renderlo chiaro non tanto a noi, ma a qualche sciaguratə interlocutorə. Io sono una siciliana bionda; essendo chiara di carnagione e di pelo, mo aspe' che vado a scomodare, che ne so, la spedizione vichinga passata dal Mediterraneo così da potermi configurare nell'idea forestiera di "mixed race" che mi viene affibbiata da anglofonə.

Nulla togliendo alla gravità delle offese e delle discriminazioni subite da discendenti italianə fuori dall'Italia, è evidente che si tratta di contesti e atti di razzismo differenti. Non buttiamola in caciara, per amor di specificità. Un conto è la percezione dell'identità italiana in altre nazioni, addirittura concepita come "race", che comporta una serie di episodi di razzismo verso persone di origini e discendenza italiane; un altro è il problema della xenofobia FRA italianə, di radici storiche e socioculturali ben diverse.

Durante gli anni dell'industrializzazione del Nord Italia, la comunità di immigrati che veniva dal Meridione era derisa per usi e costumi differenti da quelli di regioni come il Piemonte e la Lombardia. Le nostre tradizioni erano (e sono ancora) percepite come eccessive, grezze, descritte come incivili. All'epoca, per sottolineare la nostra presunta inciviltà, la popolazione del Sud Italia veniva comparata alle popolazioni africane, paragone ripreso dalla Lega Nord di Bossi e co., uno dei partiti più razzisti della storia politica italiana. Capisci a me che 'sta storia che "Naples is closer to Tunis than to Milan" mi fa accapponare la pelle, per la leggerenza con cui è stata buttata là, per la palese mancanza di conoscenza di questo aspetto culturale italiano. Sulla base della prossimità geografica fra Meridione d'Italia e Nord Africa, la Lega Nord ha coniato le più becere espressioni razziste e ha portato avanti il suo programma politico fondato sull'indipendentismo padano.

6. Siamo d'accordo sulla "fascist agenda", perché si tratta di una propaganda che non solo si definisce come "anti-gender" e pro-tutta-la-merda (bianchezza, famiglia tradizionale, eterocisnormatività, ecc.), ma che è pure palesemente 100% razzista. In passato è già successo con atlete di colore/nere (come Caster Semenya), vittime di vere e proprie "transvestigations".

Sulla questione dei peli potrei pure essere d'accordo -- ma c'è da tenere in conto che, dopo decenni di migrazioni interne dal Sud verso il Nord Italia (raramente viceversa), è difficile definire la peluria folta come peculiarità fisica della "donna del Sud Italia". Stereotipo vecchio come il cucco, oltre che inesatto, dato che le prese per il culo venivano/vengono anche da persone della stessa comunità meridionale, e che avevano un vaghissimo sapore razzista, più che misogino.

[claudiotrezzani]

Vedo pregevole filmato di Massimo Nalli intorno le Stazioni del Sacro Monte di Ossuccio.

E noto una peculiare caratteristica:

vi sono statue presso gli affreschi che sono poste ravvicinatamente davanti ad essi, efficacemente integrandone il contenuto.

Ciò fornisce la stura per una pletora di suggestioni e cogitazioni.

O dei modi della tridimensionalità.

O della prospettiva.

O dei desideri.

I desideri, li troveremo più in là.

Le premesse, intanto.

Leggevate da bambini quei libri le cui pagine, aprendole, disvelavano cartonate erezioni a scandire piani e personaggi?

Ce ne sono ancora, anche adesso.

E mettevate gli occhi nella plasticosa binocularità di un View Master, quel dispositivo stereoscopico ideato da William Gruber e commercializzato da Sawyere's?

Si girava un disco mercè leva, ed apparivano immagini di spiccata pluriplanare profondità.

Leon Battista Alberti, Piero della Francesca e Leonardo non ce l'avevano, il View Master (benché il figlio di ser Piero sarebbe stato capace d'inventarlo...).

Anche loro, epperò, facevano cader giù cose dall'Iperuranio.

Cosa dici, Claudio?

Dico che volevano avvicinare il platoniano mondo delle idee a quello sensibile.

Avvicinare il concepimento alla fisica percezione, eccioè.

Ed in fotografia cosa accade, in proposito?

Che le diapositive proiettate elargiscono qualcosa dell'effetto di un View Master, o dei summentovati libri con statuine incorporate.

Che guardare dentro il mirino a pozzetto di una Rolleiflex è un poco così.

Che certe lenti Leica e Zeiss echeggiano quella deliziosa separazione dei piani.

Separazione?

Ecco, no.

Superamento, eppiuttosto.

Ed il desiderio - ecco, ci siamo arrivati - è quello di un trompe l'oeil:

ingannando, superare.

Virtuoso inganno, epperò:

il muro non è finito, se proseguite incontrerete il cielo (non fatelo davvero: siate seguaci di Newton per non procurarVi bernoccoli).

E virtuoso inganno che non è neanche un inganno:

in natura quelle cose sussistono a diverse distanze, eddunque ben vengano quegli strani libri e quello strano visore.

Per superare la bidimensionale costrizione della rappresentazione.

Non ditelo ai possessori di telefonini (o dell'indecente iconografica piattezza), Ve ne prego.

E per toccare, toccare.

Avere tutto, intridersene, essere tutto.

Tutto, e tutt'uno.

All rights reserved

Claudio Trezzani

[nando161mando]

🔴 LILLE : LES FASCISTES PROVOQUENT ET REPARTENT EXFILTRES PAR LA POLICE ⚫️

Hier après-midi à Lille, l’extrême droite la plus violente était rassemblée, utilisant le prétexte d’un hommage à Kyllian pour diffuser son idéologie xénophobe.

Certains de leurs membres ont finalement été chassés par des militants antiracistes, puis exfiltrés par la police.

En cadeau bonus, ces images du fasciste qui faisait le malin cette après midi à #Lille, en train de se chier dessus et retirer ses lacets après avoir refusé 1v1.

Quand les flics ne sont plus là pour les protéger, tout de suite ça fanfaronne moins 🤡

🇮🇹 Ieri pomeriggio a Lille si è riunita l'estrema destra più violenta, con il pretesto di un omaggio a Kyllian per diffondere la propria ideologia xenofoba.

Alcuni dei loro membri sono stati infine cacciati dagli attivisti antirazzisti e poi esfiltrati dalla polizia.

Come regalo bonus, queste immagini del fascista che faceva il furbo questo pomeriggio a #Lille, cagandosi addosso e togliendosi i lacci delle scarpe dopo aver rifiutato l'1v1.

Quando non ci sono più i poliziotti a proteggerli, c'è subito meno vanteria 🤡

🇬🇧 Yesterday afternoon in Lille, the most violent far-right gathered, using the pretext of a tribute to Kyllian to spread their xenophobic ideology.

Some of their members were finally chased away by anti-racist activists, then exfiltrated by the police.

As a bonus gift, these images of the fascist who was being smart this afternoon in #Lille, shitting himself and removing his shoelaces after refusing 1v1.

When the cops are no longer there to protect them, they immediately brag less 🤡

🇪🇦 Ayer por la tarde, en Lille, se reunió la extrema derecha más violenta, utilizando el pretexto de un homenaje a Kyllian para difundir su ideología xenófoba.

Algunos de sus miembros fueron finalmente expulsados ​​por activistas antirracistas y luego exfiltrados por la policía.

De regalo, estas imágenes del fascista que se hacía el listo esta tarde en #Lille, cagándose y quitándose los cordones de los zapatos tras rechazar el 1v1.

Cuando la policía ya no está ahí para protegerlos, inmediatamente hay menos fanfarronería 🤡

🇬🇷 Χθες το απόγευμα στη Λιλ συγκεντρώθηκαν οι πιο βίαιοι ακροδεξιοί, χρησιμοποιώντας το πρόσχημα ενός αφιερώματος στον Kyllian για να διαδώσουν την ξενοφοβική τους ιδεολογία.

Ορισμένα από τα μέλη τους τελικά εκδιώχθηκαν από αντιρατσιστές ακτιβιστές και στη συνέχεια διώχθηκαν από την αστυνομία.

Ως δώρο μπόνους, αυτές οι εικόνες του φασίστα που ήταν έξυπνος σήμερα το απόγευμα στη #Λιλ, σκάζοντας τον εαυτό του και αφαιρώντας τα κορδόνια του αφού αρνήθηκε το 1v1.

Όταν οι μπάτσοι δεν είναι πια εκεί για να τους προστατεύσουν, υπάρχει αμέσως λιγότερη καυχησιολογία 🤡

t.me/primalinea161

[oncloudatlas]

my personal take about il discorso delle 300 versioni (iperbole) di album is just

superata la fase meme del "ma quante sono", "a cosa serve avere 13 volte la stessa cosa", "ma quanti soldi si pensa che abbiamo" ecc ecc, can i like, just... be honest?

ma che voi andate in giro con il lettore di dischi portatile per ascoltarvi la musica? che dentro casa avete lo stereo, i giradischi, e usate QUELLI per ascoltare la musica?? like, daily? magari vivendo ancora con i vostri genitori o con gente che, personalmente, nemmeno vuole sentirla questa musica?? like. DON'T GET ME WRONG! i get it, tutti vogliamo l'album con TUTTE le canzoni anche solo da collezione, ma alla fine - let's keep being honest here - lo consumate daily a ripetizione tutto il giorno tutti i giorni?? o aprite, come le persone normali, qualsiasi app che vi consenta di streammare e ascoltare musica DIGITALE?

non so come funzioni apple music, se te lo devi acquistare singolarmente ma allora spostatevi su spotify?? o aprite youtube che cazzo ne so?? e poi, CAZZO, nell'anno del signore 2024 veramente vi devo stare a spiegare come funziona la p1r4t3r14 delle cose che vi piacciono???? i really had to see someone on ig throwing a tantrum oggi perché "sweeter than fiction tv non è stata ancora messa in digitale da nessuna parte, solo quelli che hanno comprato il vinile/cd a target ce l'hanno" oh my GOD vai su youtube CAZZO vai su YOUTUBE IT'S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE, POST4TA DAI FAN, ONEPIECEZZATELA E SMETTI DI ROMPERE I COGLIONI, GUARDA !!! CE L'HAI AGGRATIS NON HAI DOVUTO PAGARE NIENTE !!!!!!! ma veramente fate??

senza contare appunto il fatto che questa roba ormai È fatta per collezionarla; i'm not the target clearly ma c'è MOOOOOOLTISSIMA gente che apprezza avere 18 versioni leggermente diverse della stessa cosa del loro fave (sometimes anche completamente identiche... sì, i'm looking @ jpn fans of any media tbfh) quindi di che CAZZO vi state a lamentare?? grow up dio santo, online si trova tutto y'all just wanna be mad at her per qualsiasi cosa

[daniela--anna]

They invented a

"day" for everything

to hide disrespect

for everything and everyone.

©D.C.

Have you ever wondered how many and what world commemorative "days" are?

the UN has published the complete calendar and given that almost every day is dedicated to something, the list is long.

In fact, the list contains as many as 152!

Among these there are some that are more or less heard in Italy too, such as:

•1 January World Peace Day;

•20 February World Day of Social Justice;

•8 March Women's Day;

•22 April World Earth Day;

•20 May World Bee Day;

•5 June World Environment Day;

•29 August world day against nuclear tests;

•10 December International Day of Animal and Human Rights.

(Etc. etc.)

Yet, despite all these commemorations,

have abuses, violence, oppression, exploitation, immorality, injustices, wars and cruelties decreased?

The answer is obvious because it is there for all to see, as we all realize that the world has never been such a dangerous and inhospitable place as today.

Therefore, let's not be fooled by this hypocritical society, and let's not support it:

its inexorable end is now imminent!

“But know this: There will be difficult times in the last days.

In fact, men will be selfish, greedy, unnatural, ruthless, without love for goodness, traitors... and

wicked people and impostors will go from bad to worse, misleading and being misled."

(2 Timothy 3:1-5,13) jw.org

Hanno inventato un

"giorno" per ogni cosa

per nascondere la mancanza di rispetto

per tutto e tutti.

©D.C.

Vi siete mai chiesti quante e quali sono le "giornate" commemorative mondiali?

l'ONU ha pubblicato il calendario completo e dato che, quasi ogni giorno è dedicato a qualcosa, l'elenco è lungo.

La lista infatti, ne contiene addirittura 152!

Tra queste ce ne sono alcune più o meno sentite anche in Italia, come per esempio:

•1 gennaio Giornata mondiale della pace;

•20 febbraio Giornata mondiale della giustizia sociale;

•8 marzo giornata della donna;

•22 aprile giornata mondiale della terra;

•20 maggio giornata mondiale delle api;

•5 giugno giornata mondiale dell'ambiente;

•29 agosto giornata mondiale contro i test nucleari;

•10 dicembre giornata internazionale dei diritti degli animali e dell'uomo.

(Ecc.ecc.)

Eppure, nonostante tutte queste commemorazioni,

sono diminuiti gli abusi, le violenze, i soprusi,lo sfruttamento, l'immoralità, le ingiustizie, le guerre,le crudeltà?

La risposta è ovvia perché è sotto gli occhi di tutti, in quanto tutti ci rendiamo conto del fatto che mai come oggi il mondo è stato un posto tanto pericoloso e inospitale.

Perciò, non lasciamoci ingannare da questa società ipocrita, e non sosteniamola:

la sua inesorabile fine è ormai imminente!

"Ma sappi questo: negli ultimi giorni ci saranno tempi difficili.

Infatti gli uomini saranno egoisti, avidi, snaturati, spietati, senza amore per la bontà, traditori...e i

malvagi e gli impostori andranno di male in peggio, sviando ed essendo sviati."

(2 Lettera a Timoteo 3:1-5,13) jw.org

[copiousloverofcopia]

How would the papa's react to their PM having multiples? (Twins or triplets)

Thank you for the ask anon! Answer under the cut for spoilers for my fics....

My fic Let There Be Night, featuring Secondo and my OC Loren, ends with them having twins! (The twins are based off the time Papa brought the little ghouls out on stage during a ritual and I also headcanon them as being the twins in the chapter videos!)

With that being said here is thoughts on the others reacting to fathering multiples!

Primo

Primo is so surprised...no make that shocked. The old man didn't know he had it in him to father one child, let alone 2! The man will likely spring into an Italian rant in disbelief at the sight of the ultrasound photos. "…oh dolce lucifero e tutti i suoi demoni, amore mio ce ne sono due?"

Terzo

Terzo is happy and also like Secondo, very prideful about it. He believes that knocking his Prime Mover up with twins/triples would make him somehow more virile. You can be sure that he will rub that idea in everyone's face. "Thats right Omega, one shot and I got two...what do you think of that ghoul?"

Copia

Copia is thrilled. The more the merrier, though his anxitey level is likely through the roof. With multiples comes increased risks for his Prime Mover and his babies. He will spend the rest of the pregnancy even more incessantly protective and overbearing than he was before...his poor Prime Mover wouldn't be able to lift a spoon...all out of love of course. "Amore, please you rest and I will feed you."

Notes:

"…oh dolce lucifero e tutti i suoi demoni, amore mio ce ne sono due?"- "…oh sweet lucifer and all his demons, my love there is two?"

[jamajia]

"somnis"

♠️MY.SOUL♠️

MY.SOUL)

una notte meravigliosa, una notte come forse ce ne possono essere soltanto quando siamo giovani, amabile lettore. Il cielo era così pieno di stelle, così luminoso che, gettandovi uno sguardo, senza volerlo si era costretti a domandare a se stessi: è mai possibile che sotto un cielo simile possa vivere ogni sorta di gente collerica e capricciosa? Anche questa è una domanda da giovani, amabile lettore, molto da giovani, ma voglia il Signore mandarvela il più sovente possibile nell'anima!..."♠️

Fëdor Dostoevskij,  Le notti bianche

I miei sogni sono particolari, perché? Perché, un mio bacio velato diventa casa.  J.m©

La libertà non la respiri, ti attraversa dentro,  per questo ci  sentiamo vivi.Athé.⚡

                             ♠️AMATEVI ♠️

All Content Copyright © jamajia All Rights Reserved.3.3 sia© foto web. 13*3*2022.

[x-heesy]

Offener Brief an tumblr:

Seit ca 9/2022 werde ich von Euch @staff nicht mehr Featured... ich werde nur mehr von meinen followers 🫶🏽 und user Suchanfragen Featured..

Warum? Ich bin seit 2011 ein hardcore Dumblr Benutzer, ist das euer Umgang & dank?

Das ist pure Schikane und Willkür und eine unart von mobbing und Diskrimierung.

Warum macht Ihr alles so mühsam 😥?

Diskriminierung und mobbing ist in der realen Welt illegal sowie hier in der Virtualität auch!

Bitte ändert eure Algorithmen wieder, keine Ahnung ich welcher Kategorie ich derzeit ausharren muss

Recht herzlich bedankt

—

Open letter to tumblr:

Since 9/2022 I am no longer featured by you @staff... I am only featured by my followers and user Tag searches 🔍 ..

Why? I've been a hardcore Dumblr user since 2011, is that your dealings & thanks?

This is pure harassment and arbitrariness and a bad habit of mobbing and discrimination.

Why are you making everything so difficult 😥?

Discrimination and mobbing is illegal in the real world as well as here in virtuality!

Please change your algorithms again, I have no idea which category I have to endure at the moment

Thank you very much

—

Lettre ouverte à tumblr :

Depuis 9/2022, je ne suis plus présenté par vous @staff... Je ne suis présenté que par mes abonnés et les annonces de recherche d'utilisateurs..

Pourquoi? Je suis un utilisateur inconditionnel de Dumblr depuis 2011, est-ce que c'est votre affaire et merci ?

C'est du pur harcèlement et de l'arbitraire et une mauvaise habitude de mobbing et de discrimination.

Pourquoi rendez-vous tout si difficile 😥?

La discrimination et le mobbing sont illégaux dans le monde réel comme ici dans la virtualité !

Veuillez modifier à nouveau vos algorithmes, je n'ai aucune idée de la catégorie que je dois endurer pour le moment

Merci beaucoup

—

Carta abierta a tumblr:

Desde el 9/2022, @staff ya no me presenta a usted... Solo me presentan mis seguidores y los anuncios de búsqueda de usuarios.

¿Por qué? He sido un usuario empedernido de Dumblr desde 2011, ¿es ese tu trato y gracias?

Esto es puro acoso y arbitrariedad y una mala costumbre de mobbing y discriminación.

¿Por qué haces todo tan difícil 😥?

¡La discriminación y el mobbing son ilegales tanto en el mundo real como aquí en la virtualidad!

Cambie sus algoritmos nuevamente, no tengo idea de qué categoría tengo que soportar en este momento

Muchas gracias

—

Lettera aperta a Tumblr:

Dal 9/2022 non sono più presente da te @staff... Sono presente solo dai miei follower e dagli annunci di ricerca degli utenti..

Perché? Sono un utente hardcore di Dumblr dal 2011, sono affari tuoi e grazie?

Questa è pura molestia e arbitrarietà e una cattiva abitudine di mobbing e discriminazione.

Perché rendi tutto così difficile 😥?

La discriminazione e il mobbing sono illegali nel mondo reale così come qui nella virtualità!

Per favore cambia di nuovo i tuoi algoritmi, non ho idea di quale categoria devo sopportare al momento

Grazie mille

Alex 🏴‍☠️

Soundtrack: new world by zap mama 🫶🏽 & Fight For Your Right by Beastie Boys 🏴‍☠️

#Maybeiamadreamerbutiamnottheonlyone ☑️

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Invisible (Alec Volturi x Reader)

The receptionist gasped sharply as a freezing cold hand grabbed her by the back of the neck. Before she could panic, a man with blonde hair greeted her with a warm smile. She knew immediately he was a vampire, the gold eyes were something she was told to remember. "Forgive me, we don't intend to frighten or harm you. (Y/N) has a very particular gift. It would cause some discomfort if you looked at them. They're behind you now. It's best you keep your eyes on me." The receptionist nodded as best she could against the right grip of her neck. Although she noticed that it wasn't painful, not like when the guards grabbed her. Whilst the grip was definitely firm, it wasn't uncomfortable. The man nodded behind her and the force upon her neck lifted. Someone took a step back, presumably this '(Y/N)' he spoke of. "My name is Carlisle. I'm of the Olympic coven. Aro is an old friend of mine. Might it be possible to see him?" She blinked seemingly trying to remember protocol. The receptionist picked up the phone, dialling. "C'è qualcuno qui per vedere il Maestro Aro. Dice che il suo nome è Carlisle." There was a pause. "Ce ne sono due, signorina." 

You stared the receptionist down from behind her. You didn't know any Italian. Your only hints were the names Carlisle and this 'Maestro Aro'. If you had to guess, 'maestro' meant master.  Carlisle nodded at you reassuringly with a soft smile. The receptionist hung up the phone slowly meeting Carlisle's eyes, clearly nervous. "They ask you wait five minutes. Miss Heidi will tell the masters of your arrival and someone will come to you." Despite nerves, she was excellent at the English language- perhaps one of her strengths for the job. Carlisle smiled at her. "That's fine. Thank you for your help. Might I ask you look down for a moment so that (Y/N) can pass by?" The receptionist nodded, looking down immediately at her desk. "Thank you, kindly." Carlisle smiled. You took two steps forward. "Where will I stand?" Carlisle nodded to the corridor behind the receptionist. "Stand at that corner. That should prepare the guards when they come and you shouldn't bother this lady." 

It was Demetri and Jane who had been sent to collect you both. Carlisle raised his hands, moving forward making the two slow down slightly. "I must warn you that (Y/N) has a very particular gift. Don't be alarmed when you approach." "Thank you. How very considerate of you to warn us, Carlisle." Jane said, her face void of emotion. Carlisle nodded. "(Y/N), this is Jane and Demetri." Whoever Carlisle spoke to, didn't give a response. Carlisle turned his head towards the corridor beyond the corner. For Jane and Demetri, who ever this (Y/N) could be was around that corner. "What do I do now Carlisle?" You asked. "Come out." He said gently. "What if-" you began but Carlisle cut you off. "They have been warned, it'll be expected." 

Slowly, you emerged. Immediately Jane and Demetri turned their heads, discomfort barely visible upon their faces. Although they also looked confused as to why this was happening. Every fibre of their being told them not to look, their bodies acting before they could even register it. This must have been what Carlisle was talking about. "How peculiar..." Jane commented. "How annoying and inconvenient." You corrected. "Not to worry, it is an obstacle we can take." Demetri said smoothly. "Follow me." Jane said stoically, turning on her heel. She couldn't help but notice how that her back was turned she was much calmer. Carlisle moved forward, guiding you forward. Demetri moving behind you. You paused. "But Demetri..." You trailed off, aware that not only was he right behind you, he had to look in your direction. "I'm not looking." Demetri said quietly but stiffly. "He must be behind you." Jane said flatly. "It's okay." Carlisle assured you. 

When the four of you arrived at an elevator, you bit your lip. Perfect. Trapping the two guards in there with you would torture. It had to be. Yet neither guard said nothing as Jane pressed the button. The doors opened and Jane gestured to the elevator, her gaze away from you entirely. "Go ahead." She said simply. Demetri winced sharply as he slipped by you. "Sorry." You mumbled. Demetri's gaze immediately moved to ceiling as he sucked on his teeth, clearly tense in discomfort. Carlisle put a hand on your back and steered you inside. Finally, Jane entered pressing a button again. 

You followed Jane to a set of double doors. They were bulky looking, so heavy you doubted a human could open them. "You wait here." She said to you, although she was barely able to turn her head. You nodded. "Right." You stepped out of the way of the doors so that whoever was inside wouldn't see you. "Ah! How wonderful it is to see you again, Carlisle!" A man who was overly cheery cried out. 

Carlisle smiled at Aro. "Aro, it is good to see you well." "We were told there were two." Caius said coldly. "Yes, (Y/N) is with me." "Masters, the other one has a gift that would impact everyone in the room." Jane explained. Aro was intrigued. "How so?" Jane looked to Carlisle for explanation. "(Y/N)'s ability to rather defensive. It causes those around them great discomfort to look anywhere near them. This can become painful. It impacts our instincts. You won't be able to look at them directly without an intense pain. To be blunt, they cannot be seen." "I was uncertain how to proceed without preparing you as Carlisle prepared us." Jane said flatly. "Thank you, my dear." Aro smiled warmly at Jane. She nodded with a small smile of her own before walking back to her place. "Bring them in. I'd like to meet them." Aro said with a gleam in his eye. 

"Come in." Demetri said, gesturing to the doors. You hesitated.  "(Y/N)," Carlisle said quietly. "come." "Do as you are told." You heard the same cold voice beyond the door. Reluctantly you did. 

As soon as you crossed the threshold you heard a groan to your left. You turned to see a very tall muscular man, who put a hand to his head. "Sorry." You mumbled. Everyone in the room except Carlisle almost in unison turned their heads away from you. A man in the middle fought against the discomfort with gritted teeth. "I can't help but notice you seem unaffected, dear friend." The one who must have been Aro said to Carlisle. "Perhaps meaning it can be manipulated." The blonde on a throne growled. "Unfortunately not, Caius." Carlisle responded. "It is defensive and will work on everyone with one exception. The one (Y/N) loves the most. I was the one who brought them into this life. They consider me a father figure." "Much like many others of your coven." Aro said. "What a curious one you are indeed, (Y/N)." You’re first introduction to the Volturi was certainly not one you could forget.

You couldn't help but think back to that night when the covens were surrounding the bonfire. The discussion that had taken place, about your gift. "Where's (Y/N)?" Esme asked. "I couldn't get them to come out." Rosalie responded, Emmett giving her a brief squeeze. "They know what their presence will do to everyone." Esme looked saddened by that. How far you were willing to go to further isolate yourself when you were already even more isolated. "Well that won't do." Garrett said, leaning back ever so slightly, his arms loosening their grip on Kate who sat in his lap. "(Y/N)!" Garrett called out. "Come and join us." Within a second, a heavy atmosphere hit them. You were there but at a distance. "What's the point when you're trying to have a nice time? I'll ruin it." You responded. "Because we value your presence." Benjamin replied to you. "Regardless of any gift." Esme couldn't help but smile at Benjamin and Garrett's attempts to include you. To see someone finally recognise you as a person was very heart warming indeed. There was a pause of silence. "Don't make me come over there. I don't need to see you to drag you here." Garrett warned with a smirk. A few chuckles emerged from the group. "Liam will help me." Garrett added. "I'll manipulate the winds." Benjamin added. Garrett grinned, pointing a finger at Benjamin in approval. "We'll do it!" "Fine!" They heard you sigh. They heard sticks crunch under your feet as you got closer before some rustling. "I'll sit here." You relented. "If it helps, (Y/N). You vampires stink, your weird power isn't that big of a deal in my eyes." Jacob smiled playfully. "You can say nothing about stench, dog." Rosalie responded. "Rose!" Esme warned.  Before anything could be done, Jacob recoiled feeling something hard hit him in the back of the head. "Ow! What the hell!?" "Try me, Jake." The group heard making a them chuckle again. "What did you throw at me?" Jake asked looking around before he found a large stone. "Karma!" Was your response making Garrett, the Romanians, Benjamin and Tia as well as Tanya and Kate laugh. Jake rolled his eyes.

"That gift can help us if you manipulate it." Vladimir said. "It could be used as a repulsion." Stefan agreed. You remained quiet. After a moment you responded barely above a whisper. "I can't." This made Maggie look up. "You can't control it can you?" She said. "You've learned to adapt to your gift not because you haven't tried to manipulate it, rather because you can't." "What makes you think you know enough about me to make such a conclusion?" You asked. "Because I know myself." Maggie responded. "For as long as I can remember, even when I was human. I had issues with authority. That's because I have a gift that allows me to sense when people are lying. On top of that, I have a compulsion to point out when people are lying. I have a gift but unlike most here I have no way of controlling it. No way to bend it to my will and it looks to me that you're the same way." Maggie finished. There was a pause. "I've tried to control it." You admitted. "I tried for thirty years but it never changed. No one can see me. I hid away my whole life. No one knows I exist in this town. No one can be near me." "Tell me more about it." Maggie said. "Did this come to you in this new life or were you human?" Whilst the group wanted to know more, Maggie couldn't help but think you needed to talk about it. It was no doubt you were isolated and so to give you even a little bit of attention. She felt that was important. "Umm...I don't know." You even sounded uncertain in your tone. "I don't really remember my human life. I have a feeling something happened to me. Something made me want to disappear completely. I didn't want anyone to ever look at me. Although that's all I really know. I didn't know what my power was and at first Carlisle couldn't be around to help me." "I was born in 1847, even now I find myself rather lost with my gift." Maggie admitted with a soft smile. You hummed softly. "Get this, I've been in this life for fifty years. I still don't know how it only excludes one person. Even when I want to be around people and make friends. In the end, it's myself that stops me. To this day, it still feels too much. Like I'm as helpless as everyone else around me." "That must be very lonely." Maggie said lightly. "Yeah, it is." You said quietly. 

Edward and Bella sat together in the couch back at their own small home. Renesmee was asleep. Bella and Edward enjoying the peaceful silence. Edward's arm was around Bella's shoulder, hugging her into his side. "(Y/N)'s gift. Do you know much about it?" She asked. Edward nodded. "It's a defensive gift. Like an aggressive or extreme version of a chameleon. You're forced to look away because you can’t really take them in and it seems only person they allow can really be exempt." Edward explained to Bella. His arm around her shoulders as she sat next to him, her hand resting just above his knee. "Could you ever imagine existing but only pictures or drawings are the only thing that can show your presence. For fifty years, (Y/N) has lived among us and only Carlisle really knows that they look like completely. Well until our confrontation with the Volturi." "Why Carlisle?" Bella asked quietly. "(Y/N) loves him the most. He saved them. Much like did for many of us." Edward answered lightly. "The Volturi knew of them? Even when we were confronted earlier?" Bella asked. "Yes. Carlisle took them to meet the Volturi. They are quite fond of (Y/N). Well, one of them is." "Aro?" Bella guessed. However, Edward shook his head, confusing her. "If not him then-" "(Y/N)'s gift could be considered useful to him but not entirely. Especially when he can't look at them. It is Alec who is fond of them." Edward explained. "Why?" Edward shook his head. "I can only understand what he feels at the time, his mind only giving me glimpses, but I'm confident there is a whole web of thoughts that would be the answer. Something about (Y/N) draws him in, call it curiosity but if I'm honest I can't think it is something as innocent like that. Alec has a very warped perception of the world. I wouldn't be surprised if he's developed an obsession with (Y/N)." "Obsession?" Bella repeated with slight disbelief. "When I've been around with them, Alec believes (Y/N) needs to be with him. That he and his sister would take better care of them than anyone ever could. Since he first met them, I would be fairly confident in my assumption that he loves them. A very twisted kind of love, but love never the less." "Does (Y/N)?" Edward hummed. "(Y/N) is a difficult person to really judge. I'd say they're vulnerable because they're isolated. We're their family and even we cannot look at them. Only Carlisle has been their contact with the world. That could make them impressionable. Much like Alec feels the want to protect them, we also want to protect them. However, we can't guarantee Alec doesn't just want to keep them rather than protect them." "Maggie...she got (Y/N) to open up." Bella said. "Many could," Edward replied. "It's a matter of opening up to the right people. People like the Volturi, like Alec, are the wrong people." "It's sad, how a gift could do that to someone, they don't even remember why. If there was a reason at all." Edward kissed Bella's temple as she lay her head on his shoulder. "They're family and they're safe. They know we love them." 

Much to your surprise, Alec had seemed even more interested in you after the confrontation between your covens. Almost daring even. A part of you couldn't help but think he was trying to push the Cullen's buttons. If your coven went anymore out of line, there is nothing to say you all wouldn't be dead by the next morning. Both covens knew it and perhaps Alec had been taking advantage of that. He knew the Cullen's barely had room to refuse in such early days after the confrontation. He asked for more information about your ability and you figured that perhaps it wouldn't hurt to tell him. "You can look at me arms or my legs, you'll last a little longer. Just...don't look at my face." "Noted." Alec said. "Might I ask how it works?" "It doesn't change instantly. It took three years for Carlisle to be able to look at me properly. It creeps. Slowly you'll be able to look a little longer or slowly you won't be able to look at me for longer than you could before." You replied. "Interesting. When we first met, I couldn't look at you. I had been hoping that perhaps I was just growing stronger." He said. You hummed in amusement. "No. It just means I am warming up to you a little." "I'm glad." Alec replied with a soft smile. "You said it only works when someone looks at you, right?" Alec asked. "Yes." You answered. "So I'll turn around and you do too. We'll stand back to back." Alec said simply, turning his back. He didn't leave you much option to refuse. "Why?" "You'll see." He said simply. "Come on." He said growing slightly impatient.  You sighed walking towards him before turning your back.  Your back against his. "Now what?" You asked. Alec smiled slightly but didn't reply. "Alec?" You said quietly. 

Suddenly there was a feather light touch, a brush of fingertips against your own. You fell into silence. You'd have trembled if you were still human. Alec's fingers brushed against your own with a little more force, running his fingertips down your fingers and palm. You couldn't see the small smirk of satisfaction on his face as his fingers filled the gaps between your own. His grip firm and his head rested against your own. "There you are." He said softly, as though he had been looking for you and hand finally found you. There was silence, Alec leaned his head against yours and the moment was comforting. Finally you were somewhat close to being seen. For once, someone actually came close to you. It felt almost selfish. 

Slowly such thoughts turned to those that reminded you how much you wanted be known by those around you. Perhaps you were taking advantage of Alec, using him for personal gain. Suddenly reality hit. What on earth were you doing? There was humouring him, keeping him happy but then there was crossing boundaries. "What am I doing?" You asked yourself quietly. Alec's eyes opened, he knew what was coming immediately. You pulled away from him, twisting your fingers out if a tightened grip to hold you there. "I can't do this! This isn't- we shouldn't even be here, never mind doing this!" Alec had his head turned but everything else faced you. "You've been so good. Don't ruin it." It almost sounded like a plea on his part. "Please understand. I-I shouldn't have encouraged this. I could seriously hurt you and not realise. I'm not-I'm not good for you." You explained hurriedly. "I know you don't have it in you to hurt me." Alec said almost softly. "Please, Alec. I've always been alone, I'm not good at being social. I'm used to being avoided and ignored-" "You're not alone anymore." Alec interrupted. "You don't have to pretend with me." He continued. "I know you don't want to be alone. I know you're miserable being isolated as you have been. I know because I've lived it. You don't deserve an eternity of that. Not that." He finished his sentence almost angered by the thought. "They've put it into your head that you should be hidden from the world and they are wrong." "And what's the alternative? Walk around causing misery to everyone around me?" You asked quietly. “At least you'd be living." Alec replied flatly. "You are living but you don't have a life. You're hiding and have done so for so long that it's become a piece of you. The truth is, if you could be free of your gift tomorrow, you wouldn't know how to live. Besides," Alec continued. "It's not the whole world. Just those around and doesn't everyone go through pain and discomfort at some point in their lives?" "Not on my behalf." You mumbled. "Stop caring about everyone but yourself." Alec said firmly. "The world doesn't care about you." You stared at him in silence. "Anyway..." Alec said suddenly. "I must go. I'll be sure to visit you again soon, (Y/N)." You nodded. "Okay." 

His next visit was two months later. You jumped slightly finding Alec at the front door. He looked down at the ground at something towards his right side. Something you couldn't see. When you opened the door, you knew that Alec felt the impact of your gift. Yet he seemed to smile past it. "Are you going to let me in?" He smiled, seemingly pleased. Perhaps he was just that happy you were there, the discomfort being your his only sign considering he couldn't look at you. "Will it get you in trouble?" Alec lightly scoffed "Like I care." 

You stepped back, leaving the door open, slightly reluctant. Would you get in trouble for letting him into the house whilst the Cullen's were away in a hunt? He stepped inside and you walked into the living room, keeping a distance and out of his line of sight. 

"You're alone." Alec said simply. "Yeah, the others are away hunting." "Without you?" He asked with small frown. "It's easier if I go at a separate time from them... y'know because of the whole discomfort thing." Alec scoffed but said nothing more. You paused, trying to choose your words carefully. "Alec...why are you here?" You asked softly. "To see you." He said simply, before lifting himself to sit on the counter. It was a strange sight but then again, so was Alec's happy expression.  “What do you want?” You asked quietly, a hushed whisper. He didn’t seem to acknowledge the question. "I know what it's like to be alone." Alec said quietly. "I know how you feel because I felt it. I don't want you to feel that way." "You can't stop that. It's just the consequence for my gift it's...it's life." You shrugged. "No, it's not." He replied. "I can keep you company. With me, you'd never be alone ever again." "Why me?" You asked. "You and I..." He sighed, almost dreamily with a soft smile upon his face. “Oh, you and I.” His hand moved to his chest as though the thought warmed him. "Alec, what do you want?" You whispered. His gaze lulled to you. "All I want is you." He replied. Although you didn't believe him, you couldn't deny it. Yet you couldn't let him go. You didn't want to lose his attention. Never had anyone showed such interest in you as Alec had. He slipped off of the counter. “I feel rude. I was taught to look someone in the eyes when I address them. Here I am in your house and even then i can’t look at you.” You cracked a slight smile. “I won’t take offense.” Alec hummed in amusement. “Good. Tell me, do you ever wish someone other than Carlisle could see you instead?” You were taken aback by the question. “As in, if i could choose anyone? Who would it be?”  “Yes, I suppose that would be an alternative phrasing.” You grimaced. “I don’t think i’d have been able to. It sounds silly. If i had my way...everyone would be able to see me.”  “Has Carlisle never taught you to try and manipulate it?”  “Yes,” you replied. “but it doesn’t work.”  

Alec did a double take on the photograph upon the dining room table. He lifted it closer to him with two fingers carefully. The vampires gold eyes striking out at him immediately. He didn't recognise the person yet he knew every since vegetarian vampire in existence. There was a small but sharp inhale, his eyes lighting up ever so slightly. "Is this you?" He asked you softly, trailing a finger down the photograph. "Is this what you look like?" You swallowed hard, despite not needing to. "Yes." You responded. Alec broke into a smile, his eyes no longer holding their icy gaze, instead one of love and longing. "You're beautiful." He said quietly. You didn't know how to respond...so you didn't. 

"(Y/N), come in." The covens all heard as door open and gently shut. No one made eye contact and felt exactly what Carlisle had spoken of. The urge to completely turn away. All but Carlisle seemed to be affected. Slightly uncomfortable by how much deterrence from looking in your general direction. "(Y/N). These are friends who can help us." Carlisle explained with ease. "How will be know if they are friend or foe if we cannot look at them?" Garrett was the first to ask. "I believe modern technology has offered a solution." Carlisle smiled before moving to the shelf and picking up an old polaroid camera. "Perhaps only I can look at them directly but their gift doesn't work on photographs." Carlisle smiled before snapping a picture of you. After a few seconds, the photograph began to print. You were looking straight on the camera with a slightly uncomfortable look on your face, standing in front of the closed door. The covens passed it around, officially seeing what you looked like. 

Alec continued to smile down at the photograph. "Can I have this?" He asked lightly. "The Volturi want to know what I look like?" You asked. "No. I want to keep it for myself." Alec replied. You paused, thinking it over. "Sure." You said finally. "Thank you." Alec tucked the photo into the inside jacket pocket. "I'm nothing special." You said. "I know my ability might give off that mysterious implication but I need you to know the truth." "Oh, I know the truth, my love." Alec smirked. "I'm afraid you're very wrong. You're more special than you could ever imagine."  Suddenly you heard something, Alec seemed to hear it too as you both turned your head towards the direction of the source. You eyes widened. The Cullen's were back. Alec, on the other hand, seemed amused. 

The Cullen's were staring the two of you down. "What are you doing here?" Rosalie demanded. "I'm visiting (Y/N)." Alec replied. He looked over them all. "Forgive me, Carlisle, I wasn't aware (Y/N) wasn't allowed to have boys over." Alec snickered as Edward, Jasper and Emmett growled. "Don't worry about it." Carlisle answered somewhat with unease. "We're just surprised to see you." Alec hummed. "Well, I won't overstep my welcome." "Too late." Emmett grumbled. "Perhaps you'd like to see me out Carlisle?" Alec offered. "Certainly." Carlisle replied. Carlisle followed, as did you with Emmett and Jasper behind you.  Alec sighed, leaving the house but before he left the area he turned, the lights from inside the house reflecting off of his face with a boyish and smug grin that looked slightly ominous. “Goodbye, little (Y/N). I enjoyed our time together.” Just like that he was gone.  "You let him in?" Emmett grumbled. "Did he hurt you?" Jasper asked. Slowly you shook your head. "He...he was nice." 

Jane had noticed that thoughts of you plagued her brothers mind. Yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand why. With each passing day, she grew more and more impatient until finally she confronted her brother.  "What is it?" Jane asked. She looked to her brother in disbelief. "What is it about them that has you so infatuated with them!?" If Alec noticed Jane's irritation, he ignored it. Instead he dug into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a Polaroid picture. Your polaroid picture that he had taken whilst visiting you. There was a ghost of a smile upon his face. "I think it's the perfect smile." he began, trailing his fingers down the photograph. "I can imagine it. No one as beautiful as that can't have a perfect smile." 

Alec returned, a little over a month later. This time the Cullen's all stood outside, present and waiting for the witch twins to make any moves. "I need to speak to (Y/N)." Alec said flatly and void of emotion. "No." Rosalie was the first to respond. "I'm not talking to you." Alec replied coldly. "I'm here to speak to (Y/N) and that's all. I don't want any input. This is not a debate." "There is a debate when we can't guarantee their safety." Jasper shot back. "What? I'm going to come all this way, convince them I won't hurt them, want to speak to them alone and the moment I get it, rip their head off and burn the pieces?" A few of the Cullen's hissed and Alec rolled his eyes. "Relax. If I wanted them dead then they would have been a long time ago." "Why should we listen to you?" Rosalie sneered. "Well unless you want to see how I was strong enough to take down a full army with my sister alone, you will leave now." Alec glared. "Take your shield with you unless you want to be responsible for what happens next. I'm here to speak with (Y/N), not you." Alec said pointedly. "You think we'll let that happen?" Edward asked. "I think you won't have a choice." Alec narrowed his eyes. "If you haven't noticed, you've come alone." Emmett said as he rolled his shoulders. "Sure, kill me. See how long you'll last when the rest of the Volturi find out." Alec sneered. "No one intends to bring you any harm Alec." Carlisle said calmly. "Surely you can see why we're reluctant." Alec rolled his eyes before looking at you. "Come on, (Y/N)." He smirked slightly. "Come and take a walk with me.” Slowly you nodded. "Okay. Okay, I'll go with you." "Thank you." Alec sighed impatiently. You gave a reassuring nod to Carlisle before making your way towards Alec. His smile grew as you walked deeper into the woods with him. 

Alec had begun to relax once you were walking with him. Much to your surprise, you were actually enjoying the company. He smiled widely, hearing you laugh. "Oh, you must be quiet, little one. You're not allowed to have fun with me remember?" "It's complicated." You said. "It's not." Alec said flatly.  "Your coven don't want me near you but they don't understand a thing about me. Typical love story." "Love story?" You repeated and Alec hummed. "What do you mean?" You asked. "Exactly that." Alec said simply. "You think we're a love story?" You asked. "Maybe." Alec smiled fondly. You stopped walking, making Alec do the same. "You care about me that much?" You asked. "I think I do." Alec corrected lightly. "You... You think you have feelings for me?" You asked. Alec simply smiled. "Now you're catching up." "I-I didn't think you would considering-" "What?" Alec asked with a smirk. "I have the nerve to go against my covens wishes and you don't have the nerve to go against yours." You looked down, unable to respond. Alec's smirked vanished. Although the closest he could make eye contact was the same spot of the ground before you that you were staring at. "You're scared to be around me because you're too concerned with what everyone else thinks." Alec said flatly. You swallowed, trying to find the correct words. Alec scoffed. You looked up to see him turning around. "Alec, wait!" He was gone at an inhuman pace but you couldn't stop yourself as you immediately hurried after him. You caught up to him with ease, blocking him from continuing. 

Once again Alec was forced to look down. "Get out of my way." "Alec, I can explain!" You said hurriedly. "I'm not going to waste my time with someone who will bend to ever whim Carlisle has or anyone else!" Alec said icily. "You're in my way! Move!" "You're different!" You said loudly. Alec looked at your knees. "What?" "You want to know if I like you. I do but it's deeper than that and I don't understand it yet. I don't know how far it goes." Alec said nothing and so you continued. "Yes..." You began. "Yes, there is a piece of my brain that you inhabit and no matter what I do, I can't get you out but that isn't enough." Alec smirked. "Yet." He added softly. Alec reached out, unable to look at you but lifted your chin up. "That's all I needed to hear." He smiled like the admission was his accomplishment. Alec left without explanation of what he meant and seemingly, everything returned to normal. 

Once Alec had settled in back home a few days later. It hadn't taken long for the idea to come to mind. So he approached the leaders as he always did. Alec approached the leaders, alone. Aro tore his gaze from the large book he had, Caius following in suit whilst Marcus didn't even turn to acknowledge him. "Alec, dear boy." Aro grinned. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" Alec's face was void of emotion, however his eyes were fixed upon Aro. He was quiet at first but with one sentence, his intentions were clear. "I want something." 

Alice jumped slightly in her seat. "What is it Alice?" Jasper asked. "The Volturi are coming here." She replied in confusion. "Why?" Emmett asked. "They're coming for (Y/N)." "Me?" You whispered quietly. "Why?" "This has to be Alec's doing." Edward shook his head. "He wants (Y/N) for himself." 

 That night you recalled what Alec had said to you. "You made me weak." You didn't exactly understand what he had meant. Then again, you didn't know how Alec had truly felt back then. Yet when you knew, Alec doubled down on it. It was almost suffocating. You didn't know what to do with that information. Your lack of experience gave you no idea what to do with Alec or anything else. He was insistent. "I couldn't stop myself from loving you so you certainly won't stop me loving you. Even if you wanted to!"  You kept your thoughts to yourself...as best as you could with a mind-reader for a brother. Although he seemed to keep his thoughts mostly to himself. On one hand you were thankful, given his stern expression that told you he had a select choice of words that no one would like to hear. On the other hand, you wanted to slap him. You wanted to scream and demand that he told you what to do. If anyone had answers with how to deal with this...you wanted to hear it. Although you couldn't feel repulsed by Alec like the others, actually you couldn't get him out of your mind. As a matter of fact, with every day you only seemed more drawn in to him. However you didn't know what to do with those feelings. No one had bothered to tell you anything of that either. Well...no one with one exception. Alec. He seemed to be the only thing you could think about for two days. 

Alice inhaled sharply. Suddenly she was in the Volturi's marble throne room, guards were situated around the room. The three leaders staring at the man in the middle. She looked to the door but faltered. Someone blocked the exit, another guard standing in front of it with their back turned, facing the doors. "You know the rules." Aro said. "It wasn't my fault. I...I did my best." The vampire replied. He was a man, dirty, eyes black and clearly hungry. "The best wasn't even remotely sufficient." Caius smirked. He knew what came next. Alice moved forward, she didn't recognise the man. "I agree, brother." Aro said simply with a polite smile. "So with that..." Aro trailed off and Alice barely got out of the way as the guard blocking the door moved with a ‘whoosh’. The man began to groan but it turned to a sharp pained inhale when this guard drove their knee into the vampires back and tore his arms off. Felix was the next to move, as he tore off the vampires head with ease as the arms dropped to the floor. This time the unknown guard was in the shadows, hidden from sight. "Well done, my dears." Aro praised. "I believe that will be all for today. Felix, Demetri...clean this up." Alec broke away from his position beside his twin. The first to move. He smiled at the unknown guard in the shadows, moving towards them. Alice moved, watching as Alec stopped just before a shadow could touch him. It seemed no matter what she did, she couldn't get a good view of the unknown guard. "You did so well..." He smiled, eyes gleaming. He raised a hand, moving it towards the guards face, caressing it lovingly. "(Y/N)." Alice gasped, immediately turning to the figure in the shadow. However she still couldn't get a good look at 'you'. There was a glimpse of light that revealed a bright red eye. The figure nodded. Suddenly, Alice was back home. She blinked a couple of times, uncertain of what to do with this latest vision. 

A few days past and once again, the Cullen's as well as yourself, found themselves in a clearing. Face to face with the Volturi. Alec looked almost eager, eyes repeatedly moving back and forth between you and Aro. Almost like he was barely hanging onto everything Aro could say, waiting to lunge at you. "Aro, they don't understand." Carlisle tried. "They've been living somewhat isolated, they don't know how to handle the details of the mate bond." "They will." Aro replied passively. "You know as well as I do that you can't keep mates apart." "That isn't known, this is all Alec." Edward snapped. Alec hissed. "It is true." Marcus spoke up. "I see it." "Aro, as your friend I ask that you don't do this." Carlisle said. "(Y/N) will be fine under our care, Carlisle. Of that, you know is guaranteed." Aro assured him.  “Carlisle...are they...are they taking me away?” You asked. “After today, people will be upset but it’s for the best. It’s better for us.” Alec said.  “This is what you wanted? To take me from my home out of nowhere so you can keep me for yourself? You can’t even look at me!” You responded, feeling fear in your chest. “This is what you wanted!” Alec said quickly. “I’ve just done what you couldn’t stomach the thought of doing. You can’t willingly leave, you’re scared? Then I will bring you with me.”  “Alec, they’re used to a certain way of living and if you cared-” Edward began. “I do care!” Alec snapped. “You kept them hidden! You put that in their head! (Y/N), be honest and tell him!” You lowered your head in silence, gripping your hair. “Alec-” "They're mine." Alec deadpanned. Edward shook his head and Alec grew angry quickly. "They are! They're mine!" Alec growled. "Alec, please!" You pleaded.  Carlisle pointed in your direction. "Does that-" Carlisle had began to move his head to look at you but suddenly, instinctively pulled away. Everyone noticed it. Your eyes moved to Alec. Your eyes widened as his locked onto yours. You inhaled sharply turning to Carlisle, who was no longer able to look you in the eyes. You looked back at Alec. His eyes never broke his stare as a smile grew upon his face. "No..." Your voice quivered. You couldn't believe it. Yet at the same time, you couldn't deny it. Deep down, you knew. "Come here, (Y/N)." Alec moved towards you. "No...!" You panicked. "This can't be right! This can't be happening."  Alec continued to move forward. "Come here." He said again. "No! Wait, no!" Alec broke the distance and pulled you into him. Alec's eyes stared into yours, his forehead against yours, noses touching. "I love you...and I know you love me. Even if you won't admit it." He said quietly. His hands moving to hold you in place. "Come with me." He said barely above a whisper. You shook your head against his hands that held your head in place. "You can't do this, Alec!" You pleaded hurriedly. "Come with me...or I kill them all." Alec's gaze hardened. If you were human, you'd have trembled. Instead you were completely rigid, afraid to move. “They’re poisoning you against me!” Alec seethed.  “I can’t make that decision!”  “You can!” Alec argued back. “You know the answer! Do this for us! We’ll be together forever! Say it!” Slowly you began to nod. “Carlisle, i’m sorry.” You said quietly. “I can’t...I can’t leave him. I can’t walk away.” Alec looked taken aback, his eyes widening.  “(Y/N)-” Carlisle began but Edward interrupted. “Carlisle, we can’t!”  “(Y/N)...” Carlisle said firmly. “...do what you need to do. Do what you want to do.”  “I have to go.” You said shakily.  “It’s okay.” Carlisle reassured you. 

Alice went rigid in Jasper’s hold. For her sake, he didn’t give off any indication. He knew if Aro discovered she was having a vision, he’d fight tooth and nail to see it for himself. Jasper, for one, was through with Aro treating Alice like a shiny new toy he wasn’t allowed to have. Alice looked around the room. It was a bedroom. Judging by Alec who was lying on the bed, Alice assumed it was his room.  “You can’t get upset like that. They’re worried about me...given the circumstances.” Alice recognised your voice, but you were in the bathroom, out of sight as you usually were with any visions involving you.  “We’re mates and they won’t accept it!” Alec growled. “You’ve told them you were happy here! What more could they want!?”  “They’re worried Alec, they think I am...vulnerable. I’m not the most out there vampire, my gift makes me isolated so they think impressionable to the wrong people.”  “I’m the wrong person?” Alec growled.  “I didn’t mean it like that.” You moved to sit at his bedside, by his legs. Your face was hidden from Alice’s view. “You know I don’t think of you like that. I’m just reiterating what I've heard them say.” Alec swallowed back his anger. “They don’t know our bond.” Alec said almost quietly. “We’re special.” You nodded. “I know.” You said quietly. You put a hand over his. “You don’t need to get so angry, Alec. You know I wouldn’t leave you.” He looked at you, his dark eyes lightening to a dark red gradually. He was calming down. Suddenly, he said one word that was barely above a whisper. “Kiss...” You didn’t seem alarmed, whilst Alice was. He was asking for a kiss but Alice had never heard such a tone. Alec made it sound like a child-like demand.  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said quietly. “I don’t know if i’ll hurt you. You know it’s still early. Sorry.” You whispered. You stood up releasing his hand. However he didn’t let you go far. He immediately grabbed your wrist tightly. You froze.  “Kiss.” Alec said more firmly. His anger rising again. After a moment of silence, you responded. “Are you sure?” Your response barely more than a mumble. Alec said nothing but tugged you back to him. Your wrist still in his grip. You hovered over him, kneeling on the bed in the spaces between his legs. you moved your hand to stable yourself to the space beside his arm. Alec moved his arm, allowing you to do so but keeping your wrist in his grip. You put your other hand on the pillow beside his head. You hesitated, leaving Alice room to speculate why. He gave none,looking up at you with a stoic expression. Slowly, you leaned down and when you got half way, Alec lifted his head to meet you half way. His lips pressed against yours. Alice noticed as your shoulders began to relax. Alec’s free hand, sliding up your arm and holding you to him. Alec deepened the kiss, slowly but surely, taking control. He rolled you under him immediately.  "Stay with me. In this moment. Please." Alec quietly asked.  “Always.” You whispered in response and he immediately leaned in again, kissing you more fiercely. Your hands moving to his hair.  Alice blinked, faced with the Volturi once more. You still locked in Alec’s arms as the two of you stared each other down. 

The last thing you anticipated was the Volturi traveling in a private jet. Seemingly they thought it easier to transport you in particular considering only Alec could look at you. You stayed in a back room, away from everyone. Well, all except one. Alec sat with you in the dark room. His fingers on one hand interlaced with yours. He hadn’t let go even once since you left.  His eyes trained on you almost the whole time. “Do you know why I did this?” Alec asked. Slowly, you shook your head. “To get back at the Cullen’s?” You guessed. Alec smiled. “No, silly.” Alec wrapped his arms across your shoulders, looping them and resting his chin upon your shoulder.  “I’ve never felt like this before.” Alec began. “You’re special and I wanted to see you again. I want to see you always. I want to see that perfect smile, everyday and I don’t want you to forget about me. More importantly, I want you do know how much I love you, what i’d do for you and that it’s okay to love me too. I don’t want you to live pretending and hiding how you really feel.”  “You could have just written a letter...” You said softly. “You could have just told me.” Alec tilted his head slightly. “Would you have written to me back?” He asked lightly. You stayed silent. Alec pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I’ll take care of everything, sweet-face.”

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

I have a two questions to ask if that's alright. The first one is for La Squadra: have you guys ever wondered if any of the people who send you asks have stands or not? The second question if for the creator of the blog: have you ever thought about what stand you might have?

You can ask them anything you want to~

Formaggio:"Aò ma cosa dovrebbe essere n'Ask? N'aschifezza? HAHAHAHA"

(Aò, when you say 'ask', you mean 'ask me out on a date'?HAHAHAHAHA)

Ghiaccio: "Ma va’ a reméngo, dio ladro."

(Shut your face.Moron)

Illuso: "Sei proprio un pantula Formi, simpatico come un gatto attaccato ai maroni"

(Yeah, shut it Formaggio. You're the ugliest man I've ever seen after Luca Laurenti. No one wants to date a rat like you.)

Melone: "Boia deh bimbi, 'n 'ask' in inglese vordire 'huesito. Un 'huiz"

(Come on guys, stop being so mean to him ... Op was obviously talking to me~)

Prosciutto: "Non si è capito un cazzo, Melone. La prossima volta ti portiamo alla ruota della fortuna e ti compriamo le 'C'. In tutto questo non ho ancora capito cosa minchia sia un 'asch'."

(Melone,stop flirting with random people. Your accent is so thick and stupid they probably didn't understand a single shit of what you just said...)

Pesci: "...Forse si riferisce a tutte quelle lettere che ci sono arrivate...potrebbe averle mandate un portatore!"

(...Maybe they're referring to all those letters we received...the sender could be a stand user!)

Risotto "Miii~ Chista non è 'na minchia i fiera di paese.Muti dovete-"

Illuso:"Capo, scusi se la interrompo,le ricordo solo che se parla in terronico stretto, non la capisce nessuno"

(Sorry to interrupt you, Capo, I just want to remind you that if you speak in sicilian dialect, no one will understand you.)

Risotto:"Grazie.Dicevo?Ah sì. MUTI DOVETE STARE! Ce ne saremmo accorti da tempo se le lettere fossiro vinute da 'n portatore di stand. Stiamo sempre molto all'erta."

(Thank you. What was I saying? SHUT YOUR MOUTH. Anyway, we would have noticed it long ago if the letters had been sent by a stand user. However, We're always keeping an eye out. )

Melone: "Ha fatto dirmorto bene, capo!c'ha pure azzeccato tutti i congiuntivi!"

(Di molto boss! You even got all the conjunctive forms right!")

Vabbè...Oh yes, I do have a stand! How else would I even get near these criminals?

Thank you again for reading my stories!

-La Principessa della Squadra

[b0ringasfuck]

Treni fantastici e dove trovarli

Bloccato…

In Italia di treni comunisti non ce ne sono mai stati (o vogliamo metterci tra i treni comunisti l'Italicus, la strage di Bologna, la strage del rapido 904...).

E mi interrogo dove mai siano potuti essere stati sabotati questi fantomatici treni comunisti e da chi. In Ungheria? Polonia? Romania? Vietnam? Cina? Cuba? Angola? Nord Corea?

Poi se uno ha avuto il nonno fascista o nella CIA…

We will not blame [the king] for the crimes of his ancestors if he relinquishes the royal rights of his ancestors; but as long as he claims their rights, by virtue of descent, then, by virtue of descent, he must shoulder the responsibility for their crimes. (James Connolly)

ma io boh.