#Ormon

[bliiot-jerry]

BLIIoT | BACnet Gateway BA107 Converts Multiple PLCs to BACnet

Introduction

With the development of communication technology and control technology, in order to achieve efficient and intelligent management of buildings, centralised monitoring and management has become an inevitable trend in the development of intelligent management of buildings. In this context, high-performance building HVAC data transmission solutions - protocol conversion gateway came into being, widely used in building automation and HVAC system applications.

BLIIoT always insists on the core of the user's needs, and constantly expands its applications in a variety of industrial fields. Recently, we have developed a new series of BLIIoT Building Automation HVAC gateways, This series of products not only have excellent stability and anti-interference capabilities, but also have deep industry applications, aiming to bring users a new building automation data collection and conversion experience.

Product Description

The PLC protocol to BACnet gateway BA107 is developed by BLIIoT specifically to realize the mutual conversion between the PLC protocol and the building automation protocol BACnet.

PLC protocol to BACnet gateway BA107 downlink supports Modbus RTU, Modbus TCP, Mitsubishi, Siemens, Omron, Delta, Schneider and other PLC protocols.

The uplink supports BACnet IP and BACnet MS/TP protocols to realize mutual conversion between PLC protocol and building automation protocol.

This design allows BA107 to be easily integrated into various application scenarios and meet the connection requirements of complex networks. Not only that, as an industrial product, BA107 complies with 12 industrial product design standards to ensure its excellent stability and reliability in harsh industrial environments.

PLC to BACnet gateway BA107 is equipped with 2/6 RS485/RS232 serial ports, 2 Ethernet ports, and WiFi wireless transmission interface, providing a wide range of choices for diverse connection needs.

By using BLIIoT patented guide rail buckle technology, the installation process is simplified and the practicality of the gateway is ensured.

Product features

Supported protocols:

Downlink protocol: Modbus RTU, Modbus TCP, Mitsubishi, Siemens, Omron, Delta, Schneider and other PLC protocols.

Uplink protocols: BACnet MS/TP, BACnet/IP protocols.

Hardware interface:

6*RS485/RS232 serial ports: The serial ports are independent of each other. Each serial port parameter can be set to collect different protocols. The serial port can also set the master-slave relationship independently. It can be configured as either a master station or a slave station.

2*network ports: used for data collection and forwarding. The LAN port has a routing function and provides a channel for other devices to connect to the external network.

WiFi wireless transmission interface: Provides diverse communication options to adapt to different industrial environment need.

Data security：

Support data TSL/SSL, X.509 certificate, SNMPV1/V2, key encryption and other security gateway functions.

Remote Configuration Support:

Support remote PLC programming and program uploading and downloading, saving travelling costs and improving service response speed. Support remote configuration, providing users with convenient management and monitoring methods, no longer need to visit engineers, saving maintenance costs.

Product Size: L x W x H: 30 x 83 x 110mm

Safety and Stability:

Industrial-grade design: Durable shell material meets industrial environment requirements.

Stability: Efficient communication protocol conversion ensures stable operation of the system.

Environmental adaptation:

Operating temperature range: -40～80℃, adapting to various industrial environments. Protection grade: IP30, ensuring the reliability of the equipment in harsh environments.

Model List

Application scenarios

BA107 is widely used in protocol conversion between building automation equipment and PLC protocols.

More information about PLC to BACnet Gateway BA107: https://www.bliiot.com/plc-to-bacnet-p00419p1.html

[lupinedreaming]

Just a reminder to any new or long time ex-Mormons: It’s totally okay if you don’t want to do everything that was previously forbidden to you. Don’t let other ex-Mos make you feel like you’re lame or not experiencing life if you have no interest in drugs, drinking, sex, etc.

Personally, I see no appeal in drinking alcohol or doing drugs, so I don’t do it. The beauty of leaving this religion is that you can now decide for yourself based on your own wants and needs what things are right for you, not based on arbitrary rules. Maybe you’ll largely live the same as you did as before, just without Mormonism — and that’s perfectly fine. You might start living totally differently too — maybe you’ll decide you want some tattoos and discover you like clubbing. That’s perfectly fine too

Just don’t feel like you have to try everything that was forbidden of certain things don’t appeal to you

[likeanarrowinthedark]

I think i just need to be fucked. Like, really properly fucked, a good old fucked fuck

[saintslaughter]

no matter how much i appreciate religious themes i will never respect my cousin who just changed her facebook cover photo to an ai generated painting of herself and j/oseph s/mith.

[curlymangue]

Alimentarse a partir de los 45

Desde que cumplí los 45 la comida ya no me sienta bien Hola, Curly. Unas de las cosas de las que me he dado cuenta desde que pasé de los 45, es que muchos de los alimentos que antes consumía, ya no los tolero, no me sientan bien o me he vuelto alérgica a ellos para mi sorpresa. Por lo que si te está pasando lo mismo. No te alarmes. A medida que nos hacemos mayores, nuestro metabolismo va…

[medicomunicare]

La ricerca che si colora di possibilità: come un colorante istologico passa da strumento di indagine a uno di cura

La ricerca che si colora di possibilità: come un colorante istologico passa da strumento di indagine a uno di cura

La colorazione istologica è una serie di processi tecnici che mediante coloranti istologici permettono di cellule e tessuti al microscopio per ragioni didattiche, professionali, diagnostiche e forensi. Passando dalla fine del XIX secolo, quando erano utilizzati per la colorazione istologica di cellule e batteri, l’avvento della biologia molecolare e delle tecniche definite immuno-isto-chimiche…

[riverswater]

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[foolzstar]

reading a story set in london is so funny because the entire time ive been trying to figure out if theyre actually from london or are only reciting bits that everyone knows

[mitsuki91]

Hot take and unpopular opinion about young!Snow: I can not see him as a dominant in bed.

I mean. Okay he is possessive, and he wants to be in control. But he also doesn't understand desire. Physical attraction. He is took by surprise by his own ormons. I mean that's the reason he is afraid of love, at the end... He can not manage it, he can not manage to feel so vulnerable.

So, of course, he is some sort of shy virgin (until Lucy Gray *coff coff* I mean. He is so hungry when he kiss her. We all can assume he melted right there and never recovered. Every allarm bells go off in his head).

And, after Lucy Gray... God, he even thinks he doesn't want to be so vulnerable anymore, that he despise love and the feeling of being in love so much that he eventually will marry someone he hates and just for legacy... I can not see him near sex ever again (yep this go with the headcanon that he eventually "crafted" his son with artificial insemination but even if you think he will marry I think he had just enough sex to have his heir and nothing more); do you know how vulnerable sex make you feel?

Coryo only weakness is Lucy Gray and he knows this and I headcanon their first time as him in full panic mode when Lucy does all the things (and in the end he succumbs to his own feeling and needs and he was desperate and he hates it but he needs it).

[lupinedreaming]

I was lurking on the r/romancebooks subreddit recently and found out the funniest author tea. Apparently there’s a monster romance author who converted to Christianity and will no longer be writing smut. No shame if you decide you don’t want to write smut. Personally, I don’t write it much, though not for religious reasons

I just think this is such a strange, wild thing 😂 I actually read two of her alien romance books in the past in which she admitted that the aliens were somewhat inspired by x/enomorphs. (They were more humorous romance books, nothing dark. The aliens were inspired in terms of appearance, not behavior)

As a fellow xeno fricker, I mourn the loss of one of the few people feeding the need for xeno inspired romance 😔

[ballwizard]

LESHY = LIBERAL INDOCTRINATION

L ESBIAN

E STROGEN

S EXCHANGES

H ORMONE THERAPY

dY KE

[susieporta]

SPAZIO PER RESPIRARE

Rincorrere l’altro, cercare il suo sguardo, la sua approvazione, regolare il tuo umore sul suo, sentire di esistere solo se l’altro ti accoglie e ti sorride: se ti rendi conto di stare sempre con le antenne dritte alla ricerca di questi segnali, significa che stai vivendo una relazione di co dipendenza, ma, ancor più importante è andare alla radice di questa e cioè allo stile di attaccamento che hai sviluppato.

Chi non è stato pensato dal genitore, sente di non esistere.

Esistere significa abitare nella mente di qualcuno, e se c’è stata una carenza grave in questo senso, allora ci sarà una ricerca spasmodica dell’altro, che viene visto come essenziale alla sopravvivenza.

Essere cresciuti in un ambiente imprevedibile, umorale, reattivo, finanche violento, porta le persone a ipercontrollare l’ambiente circostante, le porta a vivere in costante tensione, con fort risposte di produzione del Cortisolo, noto ormone dello stress, che riesce a fare più danni lui da solo, che persino io sottovalutavo.

Posso dare un consiglio a chi si sente così traumatizzato ( e ricordo che in larga parte lo siamo tutti…):

Ricordatevi di ritagliarvi ampi spazi per voi stessi, sia fisici, che psichici, per stare da soli, per non fare nulla, per respirare.

Evitate di caricarvi di responsabilità, impegni, eventi, che sono solo l’ennesima compensazione del vuoto interiore che urla.

Imparate a rilassare il corpo con sessioni di Biofeedback, yoga nidra, rilassamento guidato e se necessario non esistate a ricorrere all’aiuto medico o di un terapeuta.

È molto importante che ricordiate che voi non dovete nulla a nessuno se non a voi stessi, e che le situazioni di eccessiva vicinanza psico fisica se protratte possono farvi scatenare internamente un vero inferno.

Imparate a scegliere con cura, magari insieme al partner, i momenti dell’IO e i momento del Noi e a delegare qualche faccenda ( di cui invece di sovraccaricate, sempre per non sentire il vuoto ).

Non sarà l’approvazione del marito o della moglie o di chi per loro a sanare certe ferite.

Ci vogliono pazienza e un grande lavoro interiore che corrisponde all’amore per se stessi.

Ripeto, non dovete nulla a nessuno ma potete spiegare i vostri bisogni e come vi sentite quando vi percepite sopraffatti dagli eventi.

ClaudiaCrispolti

[noonmutter]

Adjudication pt. 3

DWC May 2024 Day 4: Drama/Celebration

(I'm finishing this time, no matter how long it gets. I may regret this statement by the end.)

With the children gone and Caythaes' giggles finally run out, Tulford was able to relax at least a little bit in a much quieter and emptier space. It allowed him to take in the sheer size of the house--he'd noticed Shedwyn bounce between calling it a cottage, house, manor, and a few other terms, so he'd settled on the mid-ground of 'house' and moved on. Nobody had seen it necessary to tie him back up once he'd shown that he could've just slipped the ropes a while ago, and he was still trying to figure out what to make of that when Terry emerged, mercifully fully dressed, and nodded him toward the front door.

"My turn now."

Tulford felt like that was both a warning and a reassurance. He took comfort from neither.

For a moment, he worried that this was it and the game was over, and he was just going to become food for the wife's flowers or something suitably dramatic like that, but Terry veered off from the front door almost immediately to lead him to a humongous gate. Tulford recognized it as the entrance to a pasture after a moment, though he wasn't used to any quite so large. The reason for the size struck him after a few seconds when he recalled that Ambroce was known for raising elderhorn, and indeed he did spot a few of the enormous beasts grazing off in a corner.

Terry allowed Tulford to step through the gate and pass him, raising a brow when the young man actually did so but holding back a comment for the time being. Quickly locking the gate, he strode across the grass to lead his confused not-quite-prisoner to the stables, and once again, Tulford didn't hesitate to walk past him and allow himself to be locked inside with him.

"You're not gonna pull up a chair and a torch now, are you?"

"Wot?"

"Y'know. Treat 'em to a last meal in the comfy house, take 'em to the stables to torture 'em in private so the kids don't see."

Terry snorted as he fetched a coil of rope from the wall, then picked up a pair of stools from the empty stalls. "Shit, boy, if we were about torture y' never woulda left th' basement. Shedwyn was all about flayin' you alive til I stopped 'er. She takes attempts on my life a lot less kindly than I do, 'specially when 'er 'ormones are goin' nuts. Good job takin' th' hint when I told y' she was preggers, by th' by."

The blinking started anew as Tulford watched him. "...That was a hint?"

"Don't tell me y' thought it was braggin'."

"Well, no, but... Iunno, I didn't know it was deliberately a hint, I guess?" Tulford paused, then furrowed his brows. "Wait. Why did you slip me a hint?" Another pause, then a quiet and dumbfounded, "You were testing me?"

Terry visibly relaxed as he set down the stools, one in front of himself and one in front of Tulford, then began unrolling the rope. "Thank fuck y' got there, I was startin' t' think maybe I'd misjudged after all." With another short nod toward the stools, he simply said, "Sit."

Finally, Tulford hesitated to follow the instruction, letting worry creep into his confusion again. "Why? What are we doing now?"

"Sit down, Tulford. For now, all we're gonna do is talk. Solemn oath from a traitorous slag 'o doesn't deserve 'is title."

Once again, his face betrayed him and flushed crimson right away, and Tulford sat down. "You uh. Heard everything, then?" Of course it'd occurred to him Terry would've caught some of it, since he'd yelled a few times, but he'd held out hope.

"I don't take very long showers. Disappointed y' didn't notice th' water stop, but then, th' kids're noisy at breakfast an' so is Cay." Terry tilted his head as he watched the would-be assassin fidget and shuffle, resembling nothing so much as one of his own sons, waiting to be chastised. Which was, admittedly, fair. But still. The comparison made him feel old, and it was annoying.

Terry shoved the unoccupied stool a bit closer to Tulford before sitting down on it, continuing to unspool the rope as he spoke. "So. 'Ere's wot I think, Tulford. You tell me where I get it wrong. You were barely a boy when th' wall came down an' Gilneas collapsed. Maybe y' remember wot tha' was like, maybe it's just a bunch of jumbled images an' scary noises. But y' were there when it all 'appened, an' it stuck with you, tha' you were there. It stuck with a lot of us, th' fact tha' we were there."

One heavy, callused hand shot up to cover the lower half of Tulford's face before he got more than a grunt out, and Terry gave him a warning look as the boy realized just how strong his grip was. "Don't interrupt me." With the release of tension in Tulford's shoulders, Terry released Tulford, ignoring the gasp for air as he resumed his assessment.

"You 'ad t' grow up without a lotta people you thought would allus be there, prolly. A lot of us did. An' just like th' lot of us, tha' meant you 'ad t' grow up way too much, way too fast. But y' din't grow up fast enough t' do th' stuff y' wanted t' do. You wanted t' get some payback fer ev'rybody, fer those people y' lost, an' especially fer you. A lot of us did. But you were stuck at th' worst possible age fer all tha'. Old enough t' be angry, young enough t' be left be'ind. Am I wrong yet?"

Tulford said nothing, but his tensed jaw and shining eyes answered for him. Terry nodded, and kept going.

"Me 'n' Shedwyn clocked you fer 25, at th' oldest. Don't really know fer sure, cuz you don't actually 'ave a lot o' records tha' were easy t' find. We'll find 'em, don't worry about tha'. It's just gonna take longer." Terry shrugged with one shoulder, working absently with the rope, tying it into some kind of intricate knot Tulford couldn't sort out yet. At some point, Terry had palmed a metal ball of some sort, and was wrapping the rope around it over and over. "I can't believe you managed t' fool anybody about yer age with tha' babyface o' yours. Ground support planetside fer th' Antorus campaign? Wot were you, twelve? Thirteen?"

The response was sullen, and without any attempt at eye contact. "Fourteen."

"Early growth spurt, bribe, somethin' else...?" Terry shrugged again, waving it off. "Nevermind. Doesn't matter. So you're th' kinda kid 'o lies 'is way int' th' army. I kin already tell you never killed another person, though. Maybe a demon, but no people." He looked back to the boy, forcing him to meet his eye with his free hand, all but daring him to try and lie about it. Tulford said nothing, and after a minute, tore himself away from that penetrating stare.

"So. No kills on anybody tha' counted. You either bailed on Kul Tiras an' Zandalar, or you got found out. Which one was it?"

"I--"

Terry drew the rope taut. "Do not lie t' me right now, boy."

"...found out, sir."

Terry caught the reappearance of the honorific, recognizing it for the indicator it was that he was getting somewhere useful. He didn't like breaking people, but he was good at it. "Discharged or jailed?"

"Jailed, sir."

"How long?"

"Got out three years ago, sir."

The timing stood out, and he frowned slightly, no longer paying attention to his ropework. This was important, but more than that, it was potentially interesting. "What terms?"

"I was..." Tulford shifted on his stool, suddenly keenly aware of how small it was and how small he felt next to Terry Ambroce. "There was some kinda... screwup, I guess. I shoulda been out earlier. But all the shit with the..." He waved his hand vaguely upward, "The sky and the banshee bitch and all that, stuff got messed up. A few of us were stuck way longer than we shoulda been."

Terry went cold. "They give you a name?"

"Sir?"

"Who messed it up. Fucked up yer sentences."

"No." Terry couldn't figure out if it he was relieved or disappointed, but before he could say anything else, Tulford spat on the wooden floor and added, "But word got out that some fuckhole sergeant called Rutherford was behind it."

The answer, it appeared, was neither relieved nor disappointed, but somewhere in the middle of the two. On the one hand, this kid's life hadn't been ruined twice over by Smits or Diggs, but he had been screwed by one of Smits' favorite lackeys, and that stung more than enough. Terry hadn't even considered that anyone else might've been going through the same things he had, it'd been too personal. But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made that there would've been other prisoners getting shuffled around. It made hiding the important one easier. Stupid.

"Tha's where I'm findin' my trail's gone a bit cold. You lost three years outta yer already fairly short life, an'... wot then?" His hands finally remembered the half-finished piece of knotwork they were still holding, and resumed their slow, measured pace. "Wot was there fer this green soldier fresh int' man'ood t' go back to?"

"NOTHING!" The eruption of sound actually startled Terry, but not as much as being tackled did. He'd actually forgotten to keep his eye on Tulford, too caught up in his own head. Later on he could chastise himself about that, but right then he was busy keeping the kid from hitting him in the face. It was easier to let him land a few punches that he barely felt than throw him off, and right then, he felt like the kid deserved a few free ones.

"I lost everything! Family! Friends! The deaders took all of 'em!" It was less yelling and more screaming after the first few punches. "Couldn't save anybody, couldn't help anybody, couldn't do anything! Just a useless fuckin' baby with no fuckin' money and nowhere to go and nobody to find!"

And then those became less like punches and more like desperate flailing. "Except you! The one that jumped right into the deaders' arms! The one that gave the deaders more bodies! The one that left for redder pastures! The one that could suddenly do no wrong! The one that got everything he could ever possibly have wanted! The one that left nothing behind for the rest of us! Great glorious golden boy you!"

That last crack had far more sting in it than any of Tulford's punches, but Terry didn't blame him for that. He did give the kid a little longer to decide if he was going to remember how to brawl or not, as a courtesy. Once Tulford slumped, Terry cleared his throat.

"Kill me, then. Yer never gonna get an easier shot."

Tulford stared down at him, red-faced and watery-eyed, and said nothing.

"Tha's not a threat."

His mouth closed and his jaw set, like he was trying his level best not to explode.

"It's a promise."

With a final, furious scream, Tulford stood up and stomped backward a few feet, then punched a post. There was an audible crack of breaking bones, and Terry winced as he got to his feet while Tulford crumpled. Tempting though it was, the elder Gilnean resisted the urge to offer him a hand up. He knew that was only going to add insult to more insult, and he'd done what he wanted to do.

Instead, Terry pushed his hair out of his face, went back to the stools, and picked up the knot to finish it up. He felt shitty ignoring the sounds of a grown man trying not to cry, but he felt shittier drawing attention to it. So he gave Tulford the illusion of privacy, and kept working until he was satisfied with the piece in his hands.

The temporary slungshot brought silence to the stables after one resounding crack that startled the existential despair right out of Tulford. And a little piss, since Terry swung it right next to his foot.

"You've got two options, Tulford."

"Are you fuckin' crazy, you--wot? Options?"

Terry drew the rope back into his hands, swinging the weighted knot lazy back and forth. It did its job; Tulford was alert like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. "Option one, you get yer shit t'gether an' try t' kill me proper. We go a round or two, I beat th' absolute shit outta you fer tryna kill me, an' then I feed you t' my wife t' finish th' job. It'll take 'er weeks. Months, if she's really mad at you. 'Ard t' say."

Yesterday, Tulford would've scoffed at the scenario. Today, he thought about the fact that the stable doors were locked, and Terry was standing between him and them, and Shedwyn was on the other side of them somewhere. "...And two?"

"Option two, you get yer shit t'gether an' I give you a job."

"You are fuckin' crazy. I tried to kill you!"

Another CRACK by Tulford's other boot got a startled oath and a small backward jump out of him, and Terry smirked. "So's Dwyn. An' m' brother Leon. Wolf's threatened to. Anyway, same deal we give all our 'ouse staff. Pay, room, board, learn a skill tha' you sorely need."

Warily, Tulford peeked out from behind the post that'd beaten him up. "What skill?"

"Assassin."

"...Sorry, what?"

"Normal people," he gave the weapon one final, terrifying swing that wrapped the rope-wrapped shot ball around another post a few times and let it go, where it hung, "Would call it a bodyguard. But in my experience--of which I 'ave a great deal, as you know--nothin' makes a better assassin than' learnin' 'ow t' protect a target from other assassins. Sure, you know 'ow t' fight, an' you've got damn good aim, an' y' got some impressive power in yer throw, but you don't 'ave a fuckin' clue 'ow t' pay attention or stay focused or cover yer tracks. Fuck me, boy, y' brought yer knives in th' same luggage as yer clothes!"

"I didn't have anything else to--wait, you went through my luggage? When did you--"

"Call it a penance, if y' want to, because I will make you suffer. It's not a gift I'm off'rin', it's trainin'. Gruelin', awful trainin' tha's gonna make you wanna kill me again, an' I expect you t' bloody well try."

Tulford's arms hung helplessly at his sides. "I don't understand anything anymore."

Terry sighed, wiping the mirth off his face for the moment, and closed the distance between himself and Tulford with speed the younger man had not expected. His concern in the immediate sense was with the hand that reached for him, though it wasn't a fist, and it turned out not even to be going for his throat. Instead, Terry set his hand on Tulford's shoulder and looked him in the eye, unblinking.

"I'm lucky. I know tha'. You've reminded me t'day tha' there are still facets t' tha' luck tha' even I've failed t' find. An' I know exactly wot yer goin' through, because I went through it too. If I turned you out now, wot th' fuck would you do with yerself? Prolly get int' worse trouble. Prolly get killed. Wot a waste when I see plenty o' potential fer a damn good man in front o' me. If y' want it, it's yours fer th' takin'. But yer gonna 'ave t' earn th' right t' keep it."

Tulford stared back into the eyes of the man he'd tried to murder and who was now offering him a life, and couldn't find the words to answer. He felt himself starting to cry again, which he hated, which made him want to cry more, and eventually all he could do was hiss out another swear word and look down. Terry let him go, but only to offer him a beat-up kerchief.

"Does it..." Tulford's first attempt cut off with a wet, snotty sniffle, and he gave up and started over. "Is it always this fuckin' wierd?"

"Sorry, kid. Ours is a wierd-ass life. It's gonna get way worse fer a while."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

With equally shocking speed to Terry's, Tulford's good hand snapped out and landed a good, solid blow right in his unprepared stomach, and Terry doubled over. That done, Tulford nodded. "Okay."

Terry wheezed out, "One fer you, Tully. An' now..."

Then he headbutted him.

Wolf--Ansul, Uncle Sully, Barton, he had a small handful of names in the Ambroce household--watched quietly from the hayloft as the two of them brawled. After a second, he took his hand away from his dagger and reached instead for the cheese wedge he'd brought with him to snack on. They'd be at it for a while, and the dumbass would be fine.

( @daily-writing-challenge @shedwyn @mekandawn )

[0ssim0r0]

abbracci

La durata media di un abbraccio tra due persone è di 3 secondi. Ma i ricercatori hanno scoperto qualcosa di sorprendente. Quando un abbraccio dura 20 secondi, si produce un effetto terapeutico sul corpo e la mente. La ragione è che un abbraccio sincero produce un ormone chiamato "ossitocina", noto anche come l'ormone dell'amore. Questa sostanza ha molti benefici sulla nostra salute mentale, ci aiuta, tra l'altro, a rilassarci, a sentirci al sicuro e calmare le nostre paure e l'ansia. Questo fantastico tranquillante è offerto gratuitamente ogni volta che si prende una persona tra le nostre braccia, che si culla un bambino, che si accarezza un cane o un gatto, che si balla con il nostro partner, che ci si avvicina a qualcuno o che si tiene semplicemente un amico per le spalle.

scultura: "Il Ritorno" di Bruno Bruni

Ossimoro

[dilebe06]

Noble My Love e Pit Babe

Tutto mi sarei aspettata, tranne...

Questo mese sto andando a rilento con i drama. Complice il tirocinio e la vita vera, nonché una lettura di Lost Tomb giornaliera, non solo vedo meno drama ma faccio anche fatica a trovare tempo e voglia di scrivere un commento.

Tuttavia Noble My Love e PitBabe necessitano di almeno due parole essendo due prodotti che mi hanno lasciata sorpresa. Anche se per motivi decisamente diversi.

Partiamo da Noble My Love.

Sulla carta poteva essere un dramino romantico senza pretese... niente di trascendentale ma qualcosa di carino e divertente.

Poteva.

Perché all'atto pratico ho fatto persino fatica a finirlo.

Il grandissimo problema che ho avuto con questa serie è stata la sua inesistente originalità:

Il drama presenta la solita storia del Ceo aziendale ricco e freddo che s'innamora della povera Cenerella di turno. Lei, disgraziata come poche ma capace di far sciogliere il gelido cuore del lead mostrandogli che donna di spessore e forti valori morali sia. Lui, al limite - se non completamente - da arresto per comportamento ossessivo e possessivo.

Ora, non c'è nulla di male in una trama di questo genere. Quanti drama presentano una storiella di questo tipo?! Una marea. Ma cercano sempre di mettere qualcosa di più: che sia un po' di introspezione, un'altra coppia o una sottotrama di qualche genere...qualcosa!

In Noble My Love non c'è niente.

Venti episodi di questi due che si mettono assieme e litigano. E fanno pace. E litigano ancora. E lui mostra gelosia. E lei non accetta il suo amore. Litigano nuovamente. Fanno pace.... e così via in un loop eterno.

Potrei inoltre aprire una parentesi ENORME sulla problematica del comportamento assolutamente sbagliato del lead di questo drama ma dirò soltanto che mi ha ricordato tantissimo, CapoMafia Ling di Well Intended Love. E chi vuole capire, capisca.

Se si soprassiede a questo problema, rimane la questione di come questa serie sia fatta con il cu...lo:

non si sa chi o perché abbiano tentato di far fuori il lead.

La serie di apre con il nostro protagonista che viene rapito e accoltellato, svenendo davanti al negozio della lead che lo cura ed inizia così la loro storia d'amore. Ma non viene mai detto chi sia sta gente e perché gli abbia fatto del male. Questa questione viene abbandonata e mai più toccata.

Signori.

Io capisco che vi serviva un escamotage per far conoscere la coppia. Ma posso pensare a 10 modi diversi per iniziare la serie e poi tenere e chiudere questa storia in modo che abbia senso. E invece...

2) L'accettazione della madre del lead

Chiaramente, la madre del protagonista non vuole questa disgraziata come nuora. Ed è chiarissima su questo, giustificando il rifiuto con il fatto che la lead sia una poveraccia.

Però sul finale accetta la donzella...senza nessun ripensamento. Così. Per sceneggiatura. La lead è ancora una poveraccia e non è cambiato nulla nella storia che giustifica questa accettazione. Tranne la sceneggiatura, beninteso.

Bocciata quindi anche la sceneggiatura poraccia, l'unica cosa che salvo è la bellezza di Sung Hoon. Quest'uomo è ormone che cammina. Voce, portamento, sguardo. Fa innamorare uomini, donne, vecchi e bambini. E la parte del Ceo arrogante e sensuale gli riesce da Dio.

Per il resto.. no, non credo che rivedrò mai questa serie.

Voto: 5

Ed ora che abbiamo parlato di Noble, entriamo nel vivo del post.

Pit Babe.

E perché gli ho messo quel sottotitolo.

Allora, io con i BL ho svariati problemi ma il più importante è quello della trama:

Spesso infatti ho visto drama BL con una trama assurda o senza senso che serviva solo come contorno alla storia d'amore principale. E questo io non lo reggo. Ho bisogno di una storia da raccontare prima ancora della love story.

Perciò ogni volta che esce un BL potenzialmente interessante, mi guardo trama e trailer e solo quando vedo una storia, lo inserisco nella mia lista. Infatti con più di 2000 drama segnati, solo 7/8 sono BL.

Per dire.

Poi una sera, girovagando su YouTube mi esce questo video BL thailandese con dei personaggi con dei superpoteri.

Attenzione!

La cosa si fa interessante.

Tuttavia, la trama su mydramalist era qualcosa che mai è poi mai avrebbe potuto solleticare la mia curiosità:

Charlie vuole diventare un pilota di auto da corsa ma non ha una macchina da corsa tutta sua. L'unica soluzione che gli viene in mente è stringere un bizzarro accordo con il re delle corse Babe, soprannominato Pit Babe. Ancora più strano, Babe accetta di aiutare Charlie a realizzare il suo sogno.

Wow. Ho i brividi d'eccitazione. -_- un tramone da oscar

No seriamente. Se non avessi visto la cosa dei superpoteri, una trama così non l'avrei mai cagata.

La cosa però assume contorni più intriganti quando vengo a scoprire che la questa serie è un omegaverse. Ora, solitamente quando leggo tag con omegaverse giro alla larga perché non è il mio genere. Ma un drama BL omegaverse non era ancora entrato nella mia lista di serie viste.

Ed io sono onnivora. Chi mi conosce sa che - tranne gli horror - mi vedo le puttanate più scrause, i drama meno visti in assoluto, guardo serie che ci siamo visti in 4 stronzi...quindi, perché non provare anche un omegaverse?

E devo ammettere inoltre, che ero curiosa: questa cosa degli alfa, odori, omega e compagnia cantante, era così distante da quello che leggo e vedo solitamente che poteva essere interessante darci un occhiata. E poi c'era da capire come avrebbero inserito questa cosa dei superpoteri.

E meno male che l'ho guardato.

Perché PitBabe mi è piaciuto tantissimo. Così tanto da aver coinvolto @lisia81 nella visione. XD

Prima di tutto, la trama. Perché ringraziando gli Dei, Pitbabe ha una storia sensata e che guida le azioni dei protagonisti:

Tony, Pete, Way, Babe, Charlie, Jeff ecc ecc, sono personaggi che si muovono nel drama secondo una traiettoria stabilita dalla storia, vincendo dove devono vincere e perdendo dove devono perdere.

Accadono eventi che modificano la storia e le relazioni tra i personaggi ed è la storia a trainare il drama. già potrei dargli dieci solo per questo

In PitBabe sono presenti un mare di cose: rapimenti, inciuci, bugie, manipolazioni, piani segreti... traumi infantili, traffico di esseri umani, ecc ecc... e la cosa meravigliosa è che non sono cose messe nella trama per fare minutaggio o da sfondo alla storiella d'amore. Hanno delle conseguenze, lasciano degli strascichi nei personaggi e nelle loro caratterizzazioni.

Perché non è che la serie parli di Charlie che vuole una macchina. Quello è l'incipit. Dietro c'è una storia veramente interessante ( che per certi versi mi ha ricordato Umbrella Academy ) e che credo che la serie abbia raccontato bene.

Certo, alcune volte devi fare un salto della fede per farti andar bene alcune cose. Del tipo:

Ma Tony le porte di casa non le chiude? perché sti figli vanno e vengono come gli pare? na' guardia?! una telecamera?! come fanno a scappare??!!

Perché Tony non ha direttamente dato una bella botta in testa a Bebe e se l'è portato via ma invece ha dovuto fare millemila piani così complicati?! cioè, Tony è un trafficante di esseri umani e di organi. Ammazza bambini a cuor leggero. Ha guardie armate! La Thailandia è il suo regno praticamente...e non riesce a prendere Bebe??!! Sceneggiatura?! pronto??! ci sei?!

Ma se si soprassiede a tutte queste cose e ci si gode la serie, PitBabe racconta una storia avvincente ed interessante.

Venendo ai personaggi, Palma D'Oro va a Babe. Mio cuore. Il mio pikkolo angelo. Ho un fetish assurdo per gli tsundere, cosa che Babe rappresenta a pieno titolo. Questo ragazzo che si presenta come spavaldo e irriverente ma che in realtà nasconde una tenerezza da orsetto del cuore.

Poco convinto da Charlie inizialmente, piano piano si innamorerà di lui e davvero gli aprirà il suo cuore. Gli racconta di tutto, lo lascia a vivere a casa sua, si fida di lui e si butta tra le braccia dell'altro con un entusiasmo spaventoso. Ed è poi meraviglioso, vederlo geloso ed in crisi alla prima nuvola all'orizzonte nella relazione, mostrandolo agli occhi dello spettatore molto umano ed imperfetto. Ed è anche per questo che lo adoro.

Inoltre la recitazione di Pavel è stata stupenda. Non ho pianto, ma non ho potuto fare a meno di congratularmi con lui e con la sua recitazione nelle scene più emotive e intense: lo sguardo, l'espressione, il modo di rappresentare l'emozione... bravissimo.

Cosa che ahimè non posso dire per il personaggio di Charlie. Mi è piaciuto ma ho trovato la recitazione di Pooh troppo plasticosa. Quasi finta. Per carità, interpretava un personaggio che "era sotto copertura" e quindi era maggiormente difficile. Ma la sua recitazione non mi ha convinto: trovo che il personaggio di Charlie sia potenzialmente uno dei più interessanti e complessi, ergo meritava una recitazione più sottile ed a due piani:

che Charlie fosse triste, arrabbiato, malinconico, angosciato... mi è sembrato che spesso avesse la stessa espressione. Soprattutto accanto a Pavel che ha donato al suo Bebe uno spettro di emozioni a 360 gradi.

Poi, che il piano di Charlie fosse meglio sviluppato e spiegato, non mi sarebbe dispiaciuto. Qualche scena scena in più gliela avrei donata volentieri.

Infatti, ogni volta che penso a questo personaggio, ho il sentore che psicologicamente ci fosse altro. Che potesse venir detto molto di più. Perché sulla carta, quello che ci hanno raccontato o accennato o solo fatto vedere brevemente, presupponeva cose molto interessanti sul personaggio di Charlie. Ma va beh, non si può avere tutto dalla vita.

Carini poi Alan e Jeff, dove quest'ultimo si è rivelato il mio animale guida: Maestro Jeff insegnami la Via per la socialità! Anche qui, un buon lavoro degli sceneggiatori che hanno motivato la ritrosia del ragazzo verso gli altri, per colpa dei suoi superpoteri e della sua infanzia difficile.

Chiudendo con Way. Molto bravo il suo attore: mostrava sul viso, la gelosia alla relazione di Charlie e Babe e la sua passione/ossessione per quest'ultimo. Concordo poi con tutti coloro che pensano che Way non fosse innamorato di Babe ma fosse ossessionato da lui:

Lo ha manipolato per ANNI. Lo ha reso insicuro e dubbioso facendogli credere di non meritare l'amore di nessuno. Ha cercato di creare un cuneo tra Babe e Charlie. E quando nulla ha funzionato ed ormai era ad un passo da perdere il ragazzo che voleva... ha cercato di prenderlo con la forza.

Amore de' che?!!

Concludo poi con la storia d'amore. Come detto sopra, ho apprezzato che non fosse il punto centrale della vicenda, la cosa attorno a cui ruota tutta la vicenda.

E' comunque importante nell'economia generale del drama e devo dire che mi è piaciuta. Charlie e Babe sono dannatamente carini e sexy da vedere e si vede che c'è attrazione sessuale ma soprattutto affetto a livello romantico.

Concludendo:

Uno dei BL più carini da guardare - soprattutto in visione con amici - con una trama interessante, intrigante e preponderante su tutto. Con una storia d'amore piacevole, particolarmente per chi ama le scene dove i due si limonano ad episodi alterni. Un buon villain e bei personaggi ben caratterizzati e coerenti con la narrazione. Punto in più, ripeto, per Babe. Vale vedere questa serie anche solo per lui.

Voto: 7.8