#Innovatori

[umbriasud]

"Alleanza degli Innovatori: un tentativo fallito"

L’Opinione di SERGIO FILIPPI Alle Amiche e agli Amici sottoscrittori dell’Appello per l’Alleanza degli Innovatori Il 6 aprile vi esternavo i miei rilievi critici sull’esito del nostro tentativo di costruire, a partire dalle proposte programmatiche della Associazione Cittadini Liberi, un ampio consenso cittadino che potesse contribuire ad evitare l’ulteriore degrado politico della nostra città.…

[sso-noodlelord]

HURRAHZ It has been done; Kitty archived ! Now to just get the rest of the outfit set and tack. 😤

[tarudce22]

once again glad my twin works at the same place as me cause inventory was today.

Meat did great but produce....... WHERE THE FUCK DID ALL THOSE BANANAS GO?!?!?!

[stromuprisahat]

Isn’t the status of Grisha much worse after TGT. How are the Righteous Gang claiming to be victors/heroes who made others lives better. From my pov, grisha are much worse off while the otkazatsya are in status quo. Also what was wrong with the grisha coming to LP to live. From the books, it seems that none of them had any connection to their parents/relatives. If so that can also mean that their family did not care enough to reach out to them after they left.

Or did the Darkling ban all communications.

I’m sure the Righteous Gang think that all the cons of their dumb decisions are in fact the Darklings fault. You know because he did this or he did that. They do bot think for a single moment that he was the only one doing anything for them. While the soldat sol (shouldn’t they have been doing some charity work in name of their Saint?) and all other grisha did not lift a single finger to elevate the position of grisha in Ravka through ANY means.

Ironically, the Gang's decision to abolish Grisha draft should serve to further alienate Ravkan commoners and destabilize Nikolai's reign.

"... His serfs will get a taste of money and education and start thinking about building lives and businesses of their own instead of praying for their master’s patronage. ... "

King of Scars- Chapter 11

Nikolai had abolished the practice of separating Grisha from their parents. There was no mandatory draft to pull children from their homes.

Rule of Wolves- Chapter 9

The fact they aren't able to offer protection to any Grisha in Ravka, therefore hardly to children scattered all over the country, AND there's no system of home education, therefore these children might either hurt someone by accident or suffer from wasting sickness, aside...

This should be a gigantic legal issue.

(Although there's plenty of questions regarding servitude in general.)

Pre-KoS Grisha automatically became serfs. Their families were compensated financially.

Let's say Grisha are no longer required to move to Little Palace, otherwise everything stays the same. Are there lists of Grisha serfs to keep track of them? And how do they serve? Why should a family that keeps the amount of pairs of working hands get any money? Does it mean that a family of free- albeit poor- peasants, suddenly include a child serf with obligations of their own? Do these "free-range" serfs get personal assignments? That sounds like a whole lot of extra bureaucracy.

The other option is much more disasterous. If Grisha are no longer serfs, there's no reason to pay their families. They should be recorded the same way other free Ravkans are, and these records don't seem to be particularly meticulous:

Another [Ravkan Grisha] had been hidden in a root cellar when the Grisha Examiners arrived to test her. “My mother told them I’d been killed by the fever that had swept through our village the previous spring,” the Tidemaker said. “The neighbors cut my hair and passed me off as their dead otkazat’sya son until I was old enough to leave.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 7

A year here, a year there... who'll know if the missing Grisha moved away, died or got kidnapped? But don't worry, the worst is yet to come- otkazat'sya (serfs). Why are Grisha freed as soon as three of theirs start whispering their advices into young King's ear (One of them rumoured to be his mistress to boot!), while common Ravkans keep bending their backs under nobility's jeweled slippers!

This is a starving, war-torn country, through which a wave of pogroms swept only a few years back! The hatred won't disappear only because a dead Saint allegedly appointed three of Grisha to what exactly? Represent? Or rule in the puppet-King's stead?

Sure, Nikolai's (strange, innovatory) reforms lead to more food for the poor... BUT- serfs are still property of their owners, unlike Grisha. West was somehow forced to remain with the East- feeding them, losing money to them. Nobles lost some privilages and whoever's not a complete baffoon will figure out they're losing power. Church should be pissed, because their leader got deposed, religious cult with Crown-appointed head took over and Nikolai cut their incomes too! Anyone even slightly distrustful towards Grisha- and that means all through Ravkan social strata- has every reason to believe they are running the country, which no longer means one black boogeyman, but a Suli whore with the King-killer.

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Members of Second Army weren't discouraged from staying in touch with their families, quite contrary. To make it more... well, to make it more KoS-ish, we get some specific data from Zoya:

She’d written every week to her aunt and every week received a long, newsy letter back with drawings of chickens in the corners and tales of the interesting traders who came through Novokribirsk.

King of Scars- Chapter 25

Ivan doesn't mention his family in present time, but I'd like to imagine he used to visit his widowed, almost childless mother until she died of old age.

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The only reason all those barely adult Grisha are even theoretically allowed to be teenagers, is that they're safe enough, thanks to Aleksander's work.

He was thirteen, but he’d had a hundred names, a new one for every town, camp, and city ... He would have lived next door to a garbage gully if it meant a roof over his head, hot meals, waking up in the same room every morning without his heart hammering as he tried to remember where he was. ... Grisha living in camps and broken-down mines, hiding out in tunnels. ... No safe place. No haven. There will be, he promised in the darkness, new words written upon his heart. I will make one.

Demon in the Wood

If Grisha are faring better at the beginning of Shadow and Bone, it's his doing:

... though it was smaller than the Grand Palace, the “Little” Palace was still huge. It rose from the trees surrounding it like something carved from an enchanted forest, a cluster of dark wood walls and golden domes. As we drew closer, I saw that every inch of it was covered in intricate carvings of birds and flowers, twisting vines, and magical beasts. ... We passed door after door, until finally we reached a chamber where another uniformed maid stood waiting by an open doorway. Dimly, I registered a large room, heavy golden curtains, a fire burning in a beautifully tiled grate, but all I really cared about was the huge canopied bed. “Can I get you anything? Something to eat?” asked the woman.

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 5

While I can "excuse" some of the "heroes"- victim of otkazat'sya brainwashing institution, unloved privilaged kid with saviour complex, bigoted religious fanatics due to questionable parenting, universal punching bag... LB's new best girl's somehow coming out of it as the worst one.

Just the fact Zoya was saved by the very law she didn't mind abolishing, going from starving asset of her own mother to well-fed, respected soldier, who knows what do sable and silks look like... what a horrible life to lead! Such deterioration! If only the Darkling didn't bother trying, she'd be free to scrape along as she pleases!

Centuries worth of Aleksander's efforts are the reason Zoya gets to whine about her suicidal aunt instead of being maritally raped by some ancient creep, or outright dead after getting pregnant way too young.

[arc-misadventures]

Rebirth AU since there's a strong chance of Winter being Jaune and Jeanne's half-sister. Did Jaune ever hook up with Winter in his last life, I'm just imagining Jaune reacting to him remembering that he may have fucked his sister in his last life

Stop Asking Asking Me About My Sex Life!!

Jeanne: So, Jaune you saw, Winter allot when you were in, Atlas, right?

Jaune: No we didn’t do anything.

Jeanne: What are you even talking…?

Jaune: We never dated, we never had a one night stand We never took innovatory in a supply closet. We rarely even spoke outside missions, and such. Nothing ever happened between me, and Winter Schnee in my past life.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: But, if you could…

Jaune: No. I never liked, Winter…

Jaune: Well, I did like her, but I never liked her like that.

Jeanne: So, nothing happen between you, and Winter.

Jaune: Nope.

Jeanne: But, something happened between you and all those, Atlas Milfs, eh~?

Jaune: Why are you so interested in my sex life?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Because you had one…

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Jeanne: You had a sex life! You were this blond Adonis who had multiple conquests! And, I only had the one girl, and you slept with her too!

Jaune: Who?

Jeanne: You… You slept with, May. Right?

Jaune: Nope. We were going to go on a group date; May, Pyrrha, and I. Then the, Fall happened. And, I lost them both…

Jeanne: O-Oh right… I forgot… Since the, Fall didn’t happen in my world…

Jaune: Gods I wish I could forget that day…

Jeanne: Does it… It still hurts?

Jaune: Always. Even with, Pyrrha back in my life it still hurts… The hidden fear I may lose her, and everyone else I ever cared for again… It terrifies me.

Jeanne: Is that why you’re pushing, Pyrrha to use her semblance more, so you don’t lose her again?

Jaune: Partly; I want her to have more fine control; She used to use it as a fan, blowing away her opponents, attacks. If she used it more, if she mastered her semblance, she could use it to hit you with the force of a sledgehammer, or cut you with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. I want her to be better, because I know she can be better! And, I don’t want to lose her again…

Jeanne: But, there isn’t the threat of, Salem, and her Grimm hordes! She should be safe this time.

Jaune: The Grimm are still out there, and based on the news we don’t have the peaceful, White Fang in this world. So we have no idea what we may face when we start out on the path to becoming, Hunters. So, are we really safe?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Haaa… Damn you, and your deep philosophical questions…

Jaune: Hehe. So… Winter Schnee… Should it be, Winter Arc Schnee, or Winter Schnee Arc?

Jeanne: Arc Schnee. Rolls off the tongue better. And, she’s spent all her life a, Schnee. So, I don’t think she’d be okay being called, Arc all of a sudden because she just found out, Dad is her real father.

Jaune: Make sense, but considering the hell her father put her through she may not want to keep her last name.

Jeanne: Wait, hold up, what did her father do to her?

Jaune: …?

Jaune: What did, William tell you about his father…?

Jeanne: Uhh… He was was a respected, and honourable man, who strove for the rights of Faunas everywhere. He ushered in a new era of prosperity, and equality for all. He was also a loving father, and faithful husband. I met him myself, he was a very nice person to be around. He also had a wicked sense of humour. What was he like in your world?

Jaune: A cash greedy bastard, who trampled on the rights of others, particularly the faunas. Destroyed anything, and anyone who got in his way for a quick buck. Told, Willow Schnee to her face he married her for the family business on, Weiss’s tenth birthday. Drove, Willow Schnee to become a reclusive alcoholic. Lead to, Winter Schnee to join the military to escape from her father. Abused, Weiss mentally to keep her in line. Groomed his youngest son, Whitely to become a mini carbon copy of him. Rigged an election that eventually lead to the total destruction of, Atlas, and Mantle.

Jeanne: Okay… And, I thought your life was just shit for you, not that everyone else’s life was also shit for them too!

Jaune: Yeah, I didn’t think that way for your world too. I thought it was all sunshine, and rainbows for everyone there.

Jeanne: Evidently not. Does that mean we’re not living in, ‘my world!’

Jaune: Hmm… Have you ever heard the name, ‘Adam Taurus, before?

Jeanne: No. But, I knew a, Eve Taurus before.

Jaune: And, what were they like?

Jeanne: They were nice person. She was a redhead faunas with an overly bubbly, and welcoming faunas. Horny.

Jaune: Are you talking about her faunas traits, or her state of mind?

Jeanne: Yes.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay then.

Jeanne: So who was, Adam? The female counterpart to, Eve?

Jaune: Well… He was a Pro-Faunas racist radical who was part of an terrorist organization called, The White Fang. Who lead a splinter cell of these terrorist to help in the destruction of, Beacon Academy. He then tried to destroy, Haven Academy, but was eventually stopped by the new peaceful, White Fang. But, he was eventually stopped when he was killed by, Yang, and Blake. All of this was no doubt caused by his childhood trauma, and ant-faunas racism that was directed at as a child, as well as the fact that the letters, SDC was branded on his left eye.

Jeanne: …

Jaune: Did I mention the fact he was, Blake’s ex-boyfriend?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Okay… That… Yeah, okay…

Jaune: …

Jeanne: So… What kind of world are we living in then?

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Jeanne: Well… It’s just… We thought it was my world because, Selma is in charge of, Beacon Academy. But, it has your version of the, White Fang, and it seems like we also have the, SDC of your world too. However, Winter wasn’t our sister in either of our worlds. So what kind of world is this?

Jaune: A new one. It has some of the same elements in both of our worlds, but, it has a bunch of new ones as well. Makes it pretty exciting doesn’t it?

Jeanne: Yeah it kinda does.

Jaune: Haaa… We’re going to have one hell of a talk with mom, and dad about our past lives.

Jeanne: Any idea how we’re going to deal with that?

Jaune: We just roll with the punches?

Jeanne: Sounds like a plan.

Jeanne: Wait… Considering how this is a different life, and what not… Will, Terra take your first time… Do you think someone else may have your first time instead~?

Jaune: First off: Why the hell are you so interested in my sex life?! Second: Terra wasn’t my first time.

Jeanne: She wasn’t…?!

Jaune: Or, was she~?

Jeanne: So she was…? R-Right?

Jaune just smiled cheekily as he walked away with, Jeanne chasing after him.

Jeanne: J-Jaune… Jaune what happened! Who took your first time, Jaune! WHAT HAPPENED!!!

[good4olivia]

moon song

pairing: aemond targaryen x niece!reader summary: three weeks after your wedding to aemond, you were starting to feel the weight of the situation. warnings: slighty yan!aemond, one mention of the r word, canon typical violence? playlist: i made an aemond playlist on spotify!! if you wanna check it out <;3 a/n: okay so lowkey this is a part 2 to about you but you don't have to read that one to understand it. um also i am in a different country to my mother right now as well and i miss her very much so that's why that theme is so strong in this fic aha i'm gonna cry in the bathroom peace out homies!

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Aemond soothed you, rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. You had been in Kings Landing now as his lady wife for three weeks, your mother was of course back on Dragonstone and you missed her very much, so much that the pain felt like claws that grasped your heart. 

Aemond would not allow to you return home to see your mother, despite your pleas. I can’t let you leave. We’re at war, my love. You wanted to scream and scream, you didn’t care, you didn’t care. All you wanted was your mother. Of course, Aemond had seen that your dragon was caged in the dragon pit, the keepers under strict guidelines to not let you see your beloved dragon. The strict guidelines in question being, a blade to their throat at the hand of your husband. 

You didn’t cry every night over missing your mother, though the pain did not subside. Somedays it felt like a numbness, others it felt like the tears would never stop. She was only an ocean way but it felt like planets. 

“My love, look at me.” Aemond lifted your head up from his chest. “I know you miss her, I know.” 

“I’m sorry, my husband.” You mumbled through the tears. He pulled your hair from your face to behind your ears. 

“I wish things could be different, if your mother had only bent the knee-“ Aemond cut himself off after seeing the intense glare in your eyes. You and he had had this fight many times, he knew it was not worth getting into again especially now. 

You shoved down the urge to yell that your mother was the rightful heir to the iron throne to plead with Aemond, “Please, my love. If-If your brother ever captures Rhaenrya please, please counsel his mercy. Promise me.” 

Aemond’s heart broke at the sight of your eyes, so desperate to save your traitor mother’s life. “If the situation arrives, I will counsel mercy.” He promised. He hadn’t made up his mind yet if it was a lie or not. Aemond hated his sister but his love for you was proving to grow stronger by the day. He was not sure if he could ever handle the hatred you would have for him if he didn’t do everything he could to stop the execution of your beloved mother. 

You rewarded him by snuggling back in his chest, kissing up his neck. Aemond’s breath shallowed. His desire for you was never a hundred percent gone, it was a small fire that only needed a small flint to became a raging storm again. 

“Beautiful wife, if you do not wish to be with me tonight in that way, I would advise you stop.” He managed to get out, right before an innovatory groan found his way out of his throat when you walked your hand down his bare torso. 

“I wish to be with you in every way tonight, husband.” You whispered in his ear. If Aemond wasn’t gone before, he was now. 

— 

You knew Aemond to never be so at peace then after sex, your hand down in his hair, placing soft kisses on his chest. “I love you, my prince.” 

Aemond sighed, “Do you mean it, my beautiful? In truth..?” 

You looked him in his eye, “You were so kind to me on our wedding night, and you take care of me, you are such a loving husband to me. How could I not love you?” 

“I have loved you for so many years, I would do anything for you.” 

“Anything?” 

“Sweetheart, please. Anything but that.” 

“You didn’t know what I was going to say.” 

“What were you going to say then?” 

“I want to see Maris, please. It’s not fair to keep a woman from her dragon.” You twirled his hair in your fingers. 

Aemond relished in the feeling of your hands in his hair, “We can go flying together.” 

You wanted him to let you see Maris on your own so you could fly away to your mother on Dragonstone but alas, you knew better - your husband was no fool. “Thank you, my love. That would be amazing.” 

Aemond smiled, holding your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss. “We can go in the morrow, my beautiful. I’ll look forward to riding side by side with you.” You did not miss the clear warning in his tone. 

“May I ask you a question, lord husband?” You didn’t look him in the eye, moving your head back to his chest. 

He resumed rubbing your back soothing, “Anything, my lady wife.” 

“You are so adamant on me staying in Kings Landing… Is it because your new king brother sees me as a political hostage against Rhaenrya or… because you do not wish for me to leave you?” It was a loaded question but it had been plaguing your mind ever since the wedding. 

Aemond took a few moments before answering you, trying to gather his thoughts. “Aegon has made it clear to me that having you in the Red Keep is an advantage for us but I swear to you, my love, I will not let him harm you. I would kill him myself if he ever laid a hand on you.” He lifted your head up, so you could see the look in his eye when he spoke these words to you. “I hope this erases any doubts you might have, my beautiful?” 

You didn’t say anything, so he went on - “I know that I do not deserve a beautiful women like yourself but I am too selfish to care.” He leaned into your ear to whisper, “Even if your mother wasn’t a traitor to the realm and we weren’t at war, I would never let you leave Kings Landing without me.” 

He leaned back so he was facing you, “Are we clear about this now?” 

“Yes, my love.” You said to him, running your thumb down his scar. Aemond would always take off his eye patch with you now. 

“I want to see all your, husband. Please.” You said under him, the first night of your marriage to him. 

“Princess please, it will only frighten you and sully the mood.” 

“Aemond, I believe you to be the most handsome man in all of Westros. I will always believe this to be true, with or without the cover.” 

He nodded but still flinched slightly when you removed it. He looked away from you, couldn’t fathom the look on your face when you see the monster he truly is.

“You are so beautiful, my husband.” 

When he finally looked into your eyes, he found only love and adoration. Something he had been looking for all of his life but not sure he would ever find. But now you were here, in front of him real as his heartbeat. Now that he knew what that feeling felt like, Aemond was sure he wouldn’t stand a day without it. He knew he was never going to let you go. 

“Go to sleep, beautiful. You need your rest.” Aemond told you, kissing your forehead. 

“Will you hold me still?” 

“Always, my wife.” 

— 

Prone to it herself, the dowager Queen Alicent noticed her daughter in law picking at her nails, her eyes cast down to the floor. It was a family dinner, to commentate another Green Victory which of course meant, a loss for the blacks. She sympathised with her of course but Alicent wished she would do a better job at acting like she was happy at her husband’s victory. 

Aegon was being obnoxious, drinking and shouting about how he was going to feed his whore half sister to his dragon. You stood up at that, the screech of your chair sliding across the floor making everyone turn to you. 

“If its is alright with his grace, I would like to retire for the evening. I’m feeling quite tired.” You said, trying to keep your voice neutral as possible. 

“Yes of course, dear. Get some rest.” Alicent quickly said, before her son could answer. 

“It is not alright with his grace. This is a celebratory dinner, so stay and celebrate.” Aegon pressed, glaring you down as you were stopped in your tracks. 

Aemond sensing the rising tension, quickly stood up and was at his wife’s side. “Brother, let it go. My wife and I-“ 

“Your wife has traitor blood, your wife is a fucking bastard.” 

“Watch your tongue!” Aemond shouted. 

“Please, I just want to head to bed.” You spoke softly, reaching for Aemond’s hand. He quickly held it in his and squeezed it. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me that your mother is a traitor to the crown and that I am the rightful king and then fine, you and your husband can leave the celebration.” Aegon smirked. 

You felt a tear wet your cheek. You wanted nothing more than then ground to swallow you hole, everyone was looking at you, expecting you to do what the king said. 

“Mother, I do not want to leave you.” You were seeing her off at the Dragonpit. Rhaenrya was to leave straight after your wedding, despite her father’s pleas to stay. 

“My beautiful daughter, we will be together soon but as a new wife, your duty is to stay with your husband.” She told you. You hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go. Eventually you broke away, she cupped your face in her hand one more time before climbing on her dragon. “I love you, [name.]” 

You felt your heart beating in your chest as everyone awaited you say your mother was a traitor. Your breath was shallow and you palms were sweating up, you couldn’t find enough breath to fill your lungs. 

You couldn’t speak, so you ran. You ran out of the hall, “Seize her!” Aegon yelled to the guards posted at the doors. 

Before those guards could lay a finger on you, Aemond had cut their throats. Everyone gasped. You thought your husband would let you go but he instead took hold of you in his own arms. “Tell the king what he wants to hear or you won’t see out of our chambers for weeks.” He told you in your ear. His grip was going to leave bruises and in the knife in his hand was only a press away from drawing blood. 

You whipped your head to look him in the eye, to make sure he was serious. Aemond didn’t want to hurt you but if he let you disobey the king’s order in front of his entire family, what does that say about him as a husband? 

Aemond raised his eyebrow in question, daring you to defy him but you couldn’t. You faced the room, swallowed every once of pride you had, “Rhaenrya is a traitor to the crown and his grace, Aegon is the rightful heir.” The words felt like a acid flowing out of your mouth, the satisfied look on Aegon’s face made you want to throw up your dinner. 

“Very well, you may leave.” Aegon dismissed you. 

You shook your hand out of Aemond’s grip, walking out of the hall as if it was burning. Oh how you would love to let Maris burn Aegon straight to hell. You had never hated yourself more than you had in this moment, how could you call yourself a Varleryon, how could you say you had the blood of the dragon when you could not even stick up for your own family? 

Aemond was quickly on your tail, “[Name] Slow down.” You didn’t slow down, “My love, please wait.” You did not wait, “Stop, I”m serious.” You did not stop. You diid not stop until you reached the door to the courtyard that would lead you to the Dragonpit. 

The door was jammed, the seconds it took you to get it open gave Aemond all the time he needed to reach you. “[Name] I know what you’re doing, you can’t go there.” 

“Husband, I just want to see Maris. I miss him.” You pleaded, “I would appreciate the company of my beloved dragon after the humiliation I just suffered.” 

“That humiliation wouldn’t have occurred if you could just keep your feelings to yourself, wife.” Aemond spat. 

You felt the rage bubble up inside you, “I would love to see you sit there and stay still whilst my step-father talks of having his men rape and murder your mother.” 

Aemond’s jaw clenched and he took few deep breaths.  He managed his temper and instead took your hands in his, “My brother was out of line, sure but it is up to us to not add to his fire but to smother it.” 

You did not care for talks of Aegon, “Are you going to let me see Maris?” 

“We’ll go for a ride together. It is a beautiful night for it.” You nodded, time alone with Maris is what you craved but you would settle for anything. 

The walk down to the Dragonpit was filled with an uneasy silence, you felt the nerves building up in your stomach until you finally said something. “Aemond, I’m sorry.” You didn’t really think you had anything to apologise for but anything was better than silence. 

Apparently your faux apology worked on Aemond, “Oh my love. I know. I know that this is so difficult for you. I am sorry too, everything I do, everything I did is to protect you. You would rather my hands on your throat than some guards, yes?” 

Ideally, your throat would be left alone but you knew what to say to make him happy, “Thank you for always protecting me, my love. It is… comforting to know you always have my best interest at heart.” 

He entangled your hands in his, “You are the most important thing to me. I won’t let anyone take you from me.” Even you. He pulled you in for a kiss outside the dragon pit. 

When you saw Maris in her cage you ran to her, “Oh my sweet thing.” You ran your hand down her back, he visibly relaxed at your touch. “Let’s get you out of these chains, hmm my Maris?” 

Vhagar was obviously too big for the dragon pit, so Aemond only watched you climb onto Maris back. “I will go mount Vhagar on the beach, meet me there.” He said to you, you gave him a thumbs up as Maris readied himself to take flight. 

Of course the thoughts crossed your mind, you had maybe five minutes unsupervised from your husband. If you took flight over Flea Bottom, you would get a somewhat of a head start before Aemond realised you had taken off. 

“I love you, my sweet daughter. I will miss you in the halls of Dragonstone more than anything.” 

“And when I take Dragonstone from my whore sister, I will feed her to my dragon and make her idiot sons watch.” 

“You though you could leave? I was kind to you, I showed you my love and let you ride your dragon and what do you do? Try and leave me? How did you think you could get away with this?” 

Your fear of what would you knew Aemond would say when he found out you tried to escape Kings Landing is what kept you from doing it. Coward, I’m a fucking coward. 

You met Aemond in the sky, his eye patch was off and he looked so stunning in the moonlight. You could see in his face he thought the same of you as well. 

Toon soon, you were reading Maris to slow down and return to Kings Landing. You landed where Aemond was already waiting for you on the beach. He ran over too you and Maris, helping you down. You wanted to resist the help, you knew how to get off your dragon but you bit your tongue. He was only trying to be a good husband and to be a good wife, you had to let him. 

You were breathless when you landed off Maris and he instantly took flight again. You watched as he flew away, disappearing into the night sky. “He doesn’t want to go back to the dragon pit.” You realised. 

Aemond’s hand found the small of your back and pulled you closer into him. “Maris loves you sweetheart. He’s just leaving the city, not you.” 

At least one of us will get to go home. You thought. Yes, you felt sadness that Maris was gone but it brought you comfort knowing that he won’t be trapped in those chains. 

“Are you ready to go back darling?” Aemond asked you. 

“Yeah, let’s go back to our to our chambers.” You walked back to the Red Keep hand in the hand with your husband. 

[yellowinter]

voglio persone sincere nella mia vita, vere, che sappiamo amare e comunicare, che abbiano voglia di condividere idee, passioni, sentimenti, che vogliano creare legami profondi, che vogliano andare oltre alle apparenze e alla superficialità di questa società... sognatori, in grande, che ricercano la libertà, l'avventura e la follia, senza giudizi, senza schemi, senza paura di mostrare le proprie emozioni... artisti, creativi, innovatori, pionieri dei pensieri, gente che fa ciò che dice, piena di passione, che abbia capito che la vera forza sta nella gentilezza.

[jjaylove27]

True Love

Part Four

Y/N POV

I've been at Story Brook for a couple of weeks now. Still no signs of any pages from the book. Emma and Killian are still very much in love and happy. But any time I come around she seems stand offish. I hope I didn't do anything to make her mad or upset. I want my husband back but I don't want to lose a friend in the process. We have all been hanging out and trying to figure out what we could do to get the pages back. Killian and I haven't had anymore alone time. I'm currently on the dock going to the next boat to check the innovatory.

"Hey Y/N!"

I turned around to see Emma I smiled at her and waved.

"Hey, Emma what's up?"

"After you get off of work can you swing by the apartment so we can talk?"

"Yeah that's fine. I get off in 30 minutes so I'll see you in an hour?"

"That works."

Then she walked away. I wonder what she has to talk to me about? Maybe its about another plan to try and get the papers back from Gold? I just keep my head down and finish up the last bit of work. I clock out and and went to Granny's and changed my clothes. I finally went to the store and bought some new clothes. I got some leather pants and some flowy tops. Just because I'm in Story Brook doesn't mean I'm completely changing the way I dress.

I finished getting changed and started walking to Emma's apartment. I arrived and knocked on the door. I waited for Emma to open the door and once she did she nodded her head to come in.

"So Emma what did you need to talk about?"

"You remember when we went and looked for pages at Golds?"

I nodded my head.

"Well I actually found two pages. I didn't say anything because what I seen shocked me. I knew Hook worked with your dad but I thought that was all. Well what I found was a picture of you two kissing."

She what? She didn't say anything? Why would she not say anything.

"Why would you hide this?"

"I didn't know what to think. I just got Hook back and I'm scared of losing him."

"Emma he deserves to know about our past. I don't want to show up and demand him to come back to me. That's his choice, not yours!"

"Wait I thought you didn't remember anything?"

"That was a lie. I couldn't come out and say we are married here's your ring. You gave it to me before you went into town so no one stole it. Then you never came back. I wanted him to see and read the pages!"

I just shock my head and walked out. I can't believe this. I just kept walking not looking where I was walking. I ended up running into a hard wall and stumbling back wards. I look up to see Killian.

"You okay luv? You look really lost?"

"I have a question if your significant other lost their memory and someone took your photos to show them. Then the person that your significant other is seeing finds photos of them is it okay to hide that?"

"Woah that is a lot to take in. Sounds very personal. No its not okay to hide the photos. But if they didn't know about it then they probably freaked out. Why do you ask?"

"No reason. I'm going home."

I started walking about to the Jolly Roger without thinking.

"Umm Sparrow Granny's is the other way."

"Huh? Yeah I know where Granny's? I'm going back to the Jolly Roger? You know home?"

"Umm Jolly Roger is my home. I know you was like a little sister but I don't think you ever lived on the Jolly Roger. Are you okay?"

Emma's got my mind swirling that I completely lost my mind. Now I have to save this.

"I'm sorry there is a lot going on in my head and the water is my home and since the Black Pearl isn't hear I guess the next best thing was the Jolly Roger."

"I get it. Why don't you come back and take a nap?"

"That sounds nice. I really appreciate."

We walked in silence to the Jolly Roger. We finally reached it and without thinking I just walked up the plank and into the captain's quarters laid down and fell asleep.

I woke up not to long after I fell asleep. I need to go talk to Gold this could get out of hands quickly if I don't get the pages and talk to Killian. So I stood up and walked on deck. I didn't see Killian anywhere so I just started walking to Gold's. I finally reached it and just walked in. He was standing at the front counter.

"Well hello dearie what can I help you with?"

"I don't know why you took Killian's memory's. But please either give them back or give me the pages."

He laughed at me. "I took his memory's because he took my wife. If I can't have a happy life why should he? I'll give you the pages but only cause I don't think it'll help you. After all you're just a little sister to him anyways."

Then poof the papers was in my hands. I nodded my head and left. That felt to easy for Gold. I flipped thought the pages and the pages was are love story so he didn't change it. Now to get the other to pages from Emma.

HOOK POV

After Y/N went to sleep I decide to go see Emma to see if she knows what's up. Hopefully I'll be back before Y/N wakes up. I knock on the apartment door and Emma opens it. I give her a kiss on the cheek before walking in.

"So I ran into Y/N and she sounded like she had a lot going on. Do you know what happened?"

"I do but it's not my place to tell you. You have to find out from her. Here give these to her and tell her I'm sorry."

She hands me some folded up papers. I take them and walk out. I'm walking back to the ship when I see Y/N coming out of Golds looking at some papers.

"Hey Y/N."

She turns around and looks at me and smiles.

"Hey Kill what are you up to?"

"Well I actually just got done seeing Emma and she said to give you these papers and to say she's sorry."

She takes the papers from me and looks at them and gets the biggest smiles.

"Can we go back to the ship and talk?"

[spilladabalia]

Demolition Man, i 30 anni di una profezia cinematografica

Il mondo in cui Demolition Man catapulta John Spartan è comandato da un leader supremo che si vede come un un rivoluzionario, un purificatore. In Cocteau si agita qualcosa di Robespierre e di Hitler certo, ma anticipa in modo perfetto l'era dei guru, del capitalismo che si arma di uno storytelling per dipingere i suoi protagonisti come geni, innovatori visionari, artisti. Da Elon Musk a Bill Gates (che da lì a poco avrebbe aperto il corso della New Economy), fino a Jeff Bezos e Steve Jobs, il nostro XXI secolo è stato guidato da uomini dall'immagine elitaria, irraggiungibile e onnipotente. E come Cocteau, si autonominano rinnovatori non solo del mondo fisico e tecnologico, ma della morale e della società. Ne consegue che non sono soggetti al giudizio di nessuno, alla morale di nessuno, perché il loro fine giustifica ogni estremismo. Poi c'è il politically correct. Spartan viene multato per bestemmie o cose di poco conto, ogni pulsione, ogni canzone o film che offenda il pudore è bandito. Il corpo umano è tanto esteticamente perfetto quanto concettualmente impuro. L'omologazione è giustificata al fine di una concordia universale che, di fatto, è una castrazione continua, un distruggere il concetto di diversità e pluralità di idee in nome della protezione di una supposta ipersensibilità.

[glitch-the-artist]

little side note on my series

okay so, I wanted to let everyone know that if I were to make a game based around Benle the rabbit, it would have a similar ascetic to the old resident evil 2 game, which how the models, animation, rooms, and even the innovatory looks

also the color scheme might be more of a black and white type of thing, like from batim. But I’m still experimenting with that.

I just wanna get this out there for anyone who is looking to make art, or hell even 3D models of benle, 89, and such.

anyways thanks for the massive support for my Benle the rabbit series, it means a lot! The only thing I really got booming was my deltarune take, so it’s nice to see that I can expand my work elsewhere!

[queenie-theaa]

1. What are the factors that contributed to the success and failure of Steve Jobs as a technopreneur?

Steve Jobs’ success as a technopreneur can be explained by his inimitable leadership qualities, perfect devotion, and wise intellect. His outstanding ability to predict how technology will change the world allowed him to create outstanding products that changed their industry. Jobs was different from his competitors because he valued beautiful design and simple user interface – this is what clearly stood behind the creation of the Macintosh product line. Steve was a passionate and inspired person, he took risks and despised mediocrity. His charismatic leadership, combined with such determination, allowed him to not just create and promote his ideas but also to spread this enthusiasm further.

Jobs did, however, also have a number of notable setbacks along the way, many of which were the result of failings on both a personal and professional level. His severe and frequently brutal managerial style caused chaos in the workplace and alienated a lot of coworkers and staff members. It is crucial to strike a balance between visionary leadership and empathy and teamwork, as this perfectionism and temper occasionally produced unfavourable results. Apple suffered financial losses and market setbacks as a result of strategic errors including the excessive cost of the Macintosh and the Lisa computer's malfunction. Furthermore, Jobs's departure from Apple in 1985 was a direct result of his personal problems with important individuals, such as his board of directors and co-founder Steve Wozniak. These blunders highlight how crucial it is to make strategic decisions and keep wholesome work relationships.

2. How do you see yourself as a technopreneur?

Thinking back on Steve Jobs' career, I see myself as a technopreneur who values teamwork and creativity. Jobs' innovative style and unwavering commitment to pushing technological frontiers motivate me, but I also understand how critical it is to establish a welcoming and inclusive work atmosphere. My objective would be to create a work environment where people feel appreciated and heard by striking a balance between aspirational, forward-thinking objectives and compassionate leadership. Understanding that a cohesive team is necessary to realize creative ideas, I would work to build strong, respectful connections with my team and stakeholders by taking note of Jobs' management mistakes.

Having reconsidered Steve Jobs’s path, I can see myself as a technopreneur who highly appreciates invention and the importance of teamwork. I know that Jobs was very innovative and always pushed the frontiers, but I do not believe that people should beware of approachability. To have an attitude towards one’s work, I plan to develop emotionality, i.e., combine giant visionary goals with a high level of compassion. Although Jobs’ management style was disastrous due to several failures, I realise that it is impossible to bring creative ideas into reality without the right team.

3. Would you take the same career path that Steve Jobs took? Why or why not?

Steve Jobs’ professional path is very inspiring, but I would not follow it precisely. I like the fact that he had innovatory ideas and influence on tech development, and I want to be like him. However, I would never adopt a strict leadership style and naval gazing behavior. Instead, I would try to be a little of a collaborative leader but with a strong position, positive visions, and empathic understanding. From this experience, I learned that effective leadership is not only about clear goals and motivation but also about a supportive and contributive work atmosphere.

Finally, Jobs’ professional journey also inspire as essential lessons about decision-making and maintaining a happy working environment. While I would be eager to incorporate the same innovative thinking spirit shown by Jobs, I would focus on making more strategic business decisions and familiarize myself with today’s market conditions and dynamics while avoiding some of the mistakes made by Jobs. With a preference of innovative thinking, realistic business skills, and a dream to build a happy work environment, as a technopreneur, my passion is to have a successful but modest career. In conclusion, although inspired by the success of Steve Jobs, I wish to chart a path that combines compassion with innovation, learning from the successes and failures.

[umbriasud]

La lista dei candidati per Cianfoni sindaco

I candidati alle comunali di Terni per la lista civica Alleanza degli Innovatori a sostegno dfella candidatura a sindaco di Paolo Cianfoni. Marco Sciarrini Francesco Neri Silvia Malavasi Raffaella Bifolchetti Khalid Bokhari Stefano Bolletta Susanna Campetella Luisa Capuano Rosaria Chiari Simone Cordiani Jacopo Diamanti Maurizio Lucidi Maria Grazia Massarelli Simonetta Mauro Adriano…

[petalpetal]

okay so I made this post in a series of rebloged post so I am remaking it again into one single post. So if you don’t know I work at a public library and currently I am page (because I just gradauted and you need a bachalors to be anything other then page)

If you don’t know a library page is the person who takes all the books you return organize them and then reshelve them (we also do other things related to the innovatory of books we have). Anyway at the library I work since its kind of small we only have two pages including me and on the days we work together we split up our task a such I shelve the YA and Juv (kids) which is on one side of the library while the other page shelves the Adult which is on the other side.

Anyway this is my takeaway of the most popular kids books that we have broken down into each section. Note this is not coming from a statistical source but coming from what I see mostly checked out and return in the small library I work at.

Book Series (here is a list of our book series) These are books that are checked out so much that we put them in the book series section. out of all the contenders I feel like are (other then the first one the rest are in no particular order)

1. Warrior Cats

2. Geronimo Stilton 

3. Minecraft Fiction

4. My Weird School

Comics again minus the first one the rest are in no particular order

1. Dogman

2. the Splatoon manga

3. Babysitters club

4. Bad Kitty

5. Big Nate

6. Dragon Kingdom

7. WIngs of Fire

Regular fiction again after the first one the rest are in no particular order

1. Diary of a Wimpy Kid

2. Captain Underpants

3. Wings of Fire

4. Big Nate

5. I survived

Step-up aka early chapter books think Junie B. Jones

1. The Magic Tree House

while there are other popular series they no where come close to the popularity of the magic tree house

Primers and Readers (think Dick and Jane, and Toad and Frog)

1. Henry & Mudge

2. Anything by Margaret Hillert (mostly known for dear dragon)

Picture Books instead of series I am going by author for this one

1. Mo Williams (Elephant and Piggie)

Non-Fiction this one is kind of tricky since its useally popular subjects such as dinosaurs, video games, or sports but if I had to choose a series it would be these

1. Battle Animals (basically its who would win in a fight a bear or a gorilla and then gives facts about each animal)

2. The Who Is series ( you know those bios with the big heads)

DVDS  

1. Paw Patrol

2. Scooby Doo

3. Lego

[tarudce22]

once again glad my twin works the same place as me cause innovatory was today

meat did good but produce....... WHERE DID ALL THOSE BANANAS GO?!?

people out here really stealing over 1,000lbs of bananas

[stromuprisahat]

Do you think there's discourse among the grisha

Like the younger Grisha fight over the words bloodletter and witch and if Grisha is outdated/a slur and we really should be using odarannye

Meanwhile Ivan is off somewhere to the side like 'I cannot WAIT until you lot go off to the front, let's see if you're still worrying about fuckin WORDS while dodging Fjerdan FUCKIN axes'

Absolutely!

If not in general, officer brats definitely do shit like that. I mean:

The servants sprang forward to pull our chairs out and clear the dishes. I doubted I’d ever get used to being waited on this way. “Ne brinite,” Marie said with a giggle. “What?” I asked, baffled. “To e biti zabavno.” Nadia giggled. “She said, ‘Don’t worry. It will be fun.’ It’s Suli dialect. Marie and I are studying it in case we get sent west.” “Ah,” I said. “Shi si yuyan Suli,” said Sergei as he strode past us out of the domed hall. “That’s Shu for ‘Suli is a dead language.’” Marie scowled and Nadia bit her lip. “Sergei is studying Shu,” whispered Nadia. “I got that,” I replied. Marie spent the entire walk to the stables complaining about Sergei and the other Corporalki and debating the merits of Suli over Shu. Suli was best for missions in the northwest. Shu meant you’d be stuck translating diplomatic papers. Sergei was an idiot who was better off learning to trade in Kerch. She took a brief break to point out the banya ... then launched immediately into a rant about selfish Corporalki overrunning the baths every night.

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 9

While Alina isn't the most reliable narrator, she might be onto something, when she has her super powerful re-organisation speech:

“The Darkling has changed. If we have any hope of beating him, we need to change, too. Two Grisha from each Order,” I repeated. “And the Orders will no longer sit separately. You’ll sit together, eat together, and fight together.” At least I’d gotten them to shut up. They just stood there, gaping. ... “But … but it’s always been this way,” sputtered Sergei. “You can’t just overturn hundreds of years of tradition,” protested the Inferni. “Are we really going to argue about this, too?” I asked irritably. “We’re at war with an ancient power beyond reckoning, and you want to squabble over who sits next to you at lunch?” “That’s not the point,” said Zoya. “There’s an order to things, a way of doing them that—” They all started gabbling again—about tradition, about the way things were done, about the need for structure and people knowing their places. I set the cover back down on the dish with a loud clang. “This is the way we’re doing it,” I said, rapidly losing patience. “No more Corporalki snobbery. No more Etherealki cliques. And no more herring.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 14*

But then looking at this, they seem to be more likely screaming about Grisha being traditional name, oddarenye innovatory bullshit and zowa foreign nonsense.

It's like watching US movie about those university fraternities. Wording and notions are the same. Traditions, order of things, enmity between "different" groups and spiteful actions. Pretty sure we could extrapolate a little and add creepy/humiliating/kinky initiation rituals etc.

Ivan's totally right. They truly need some hardcore reality vibe check.

_____

* I'll get into the S&S quote deeper, once I'll get to that chapter, because OHMYFUCKINGGODS, Aleksander "Eat, drink, dress the same like my subordinates" would surely tolerate such behaviour in his own ranks.

[schizografia]

Per una ottima ragione. Se io fossi esistito, molti autori di film avrebbero perso una parte della loro reputazione di innovatori, e alcuni l’avrebbero persa del tutto.

Guy Debord, [1985]