#Sotto Voce

[oliveoomph]

Root & Shaw - Person of Interest

[gumnut-logic]

“NO!”

At 120 kilometres per hour, Virgil’s little hydrofoil tripped on its own foils and spun in the air, coming down hard, before bouncing off the water surface to spin again, bounce again and again until its angle of entry penetrated the water surface and drove her under.

There was a split second of pure frozen horror.

Then the comms erupted and Gordon moved.

His scanners tracked the pod as it dove, speed leeching into the water the deeper it got. He knew there was enough air in the craft for it to resurface by itself, but that calculation neglected to take in any possible damage to the hull.

It would only take a crack.

He flung TB4 into a steep dive, deploying her arms on approach and grabbing the wounded pod. Shifting his turbines into reverse, he slowed her plummet and began pulling her towards the surface.

His lights shone on the cabin.

Virgil was slumped in his restraints.

“Virgil?”

“Gordon, what’s the pod’s status?” Scott’s voice was strong as ever, but it was trembling just that little bit. Shock, no doubt.

“Recovering now. Pilot appears unconscious.”

“I have no response from Virgil.”

“Neither do I.” His heart was thudding in his chest.

It took years to get to the surface. Likely a matter of seconds, but staring at his injured brother while separated by marine acrylic and water and not able to do anything but look, stretched time beyond belief. But eventually they surfaced, the sun sparking off wet metal and plastic, Thunderbird Two’s engines shaking the air some distance off starboard.

Securing TB4, Gordon flipped out, under, and swam over to the crippled hydrofoil. He climbed up the side of the craft, his gloved hands ghosting over dented metal. Her foils were bent at odd angles, but the core pod…the core pod was secure. Thank god for good and safe design. Her seals had held.

He banged on the clear acrylic. Virgil didn’t react.

Please.

He reached around the back edge of the hatch, his fingers searching for the emergency release. The ocean made the world go up and down.

Finally, his fingers caught the latch and with a hiss of broken seal, he hauled up the hatch. The sea breeze stirred Virgil’s hair.

Gordon yanked off a glove and holding his breath reached for Virgil’s pulse.

His brother’s heart beat against his fingertips.

Oh, thank god.

“H-he’s alive.”

There was an incoherent sound of relief at the other end of the comline.

“We’re going to need a spinal board down here.”

“Copy that.”

It didn’t surprise Gordon to see Scott pin drop from Thunderbird Two several moments later. He’d stripped off most of his uniform, leaving only his undershirt and shorts on. He had also donned a harness to which he had attached one of TB2’s first aid kits. He paddled over on the spinal board and hurriedly clambered up the side of the mangled hydrofoil, his eyes seeking his injured brother.

Gordon had done a visual assessment of Virgil. It appeared that the pod’s safety harness had done its job. There were no obvious major injuries. There would be bruises, no doubt, but his brother appeared to be in one piece.

Scott’s fingers brushed against Virgil’s hair.

“Let’s get him out of there.”

It took some awkward manoeuvring and Virgil was damn heavy, but finally with his spine and neck immobilised as much as possible, the two brothers manhandled him into a basket stretcher lowered from TB2.

Virgil did not stir at all.

Taking one last second to grip Gordon’s shoulder in thanks, Scott rode Virgil’s stretcher up into the confines of Thunderbird Two, and the aquanaut was left staring at the mangled and empty hydrofoil.

As TB2 tore off towards the mainland, Gordon swore and sunk his boot into the side of the crippled craft.

-o-o-o-

[mehlsbells]

am I using my film analysis deep-dive side project as a thinly veiled excuse to break down a dozen (and hopefully twenty or a hundred) of my favourite Person of Interest scenes in ever increasing detail?

absofuckinglutely

[derseprinceoftbd]

Secretly Muir only wrote this series as a way to use context clues to teach the phrase sotto voce , HOLY FUCK HOW ARE TUMBLR ITALICS THIS FUCKING BAD

[ragazzoarcano]

“Che belle le persone

che quando hai

le guerre per la testa

ti guardano

fino a quando non ti accorgi

che ti guardano

e poi a bassa voce

ti dicono "Che c'hai?"

e quel che c'hai

ha già risolto

metà dei tuoi guai.”

— Gio Evan

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Like this post if you enjoy the band slenderbodies

[jrhartauthor]

Suzanne Clay's Sotto Voce is a book about finding one's own voice after grief. Get this lovely polyamorous story about music and falling in love, set in the queer small town of Clover Hill, on Amazon. Or, add it to your Goodreads.

[qualbuonvento]

Vinicio Capossela - La crociata dei bambini (Official Video)

[animatormentata]

Non ho niente attorno,sono lontani tutti

[4544912n921090e]

Scava nei miei occhi tristi

Le hanno viste tutte, le hanno prese tutte

Queste troie

Queste droghe

Troppe poche.

Un giro al parco a notte tardi è roba mia,

Mi tira su.

Sotto questo cielo

Senza più pensieri

Butto Giù

[jim-webster]

Littoral Celebrations

Obviously as the dwellers in a coastal city, indeed a city which is a major port, we are cognisant of the perils of the sea, but also of the advantages that come to us by trade. Thus for many years there has been an annual day to celebrate the sea. But let us not beat about the bush, the sea doesn’t care one jot what Port Naain thinks about it. We can celebrate it in verse, in song, or even…

[pianocoveritalia]

Shari | Sotto Voce | SANREMO 2023 // Piano Karaoke con Testo

[gumnut-logic]

It was still raining. The wooden decking had a thin film of water across it, each rain drop splashing on impact, fracturing its reflection of the grey sky.

The water soaked into his flannel shirt, sticking it to his skin. It dripped down the side of his face, running sideways across his cheek to drip off the edge of his nose.

He lay there for a moment, limp, all energy expended, nothing left. But Virgil Tracy had been here before, been at the end of everything, but still needing to do more.

So he did.

“Eos?” His voice was harsh to his ears.

She lay crumpled in the rain. Her simple white dress laced with scorch marks and sodden in the downpour. Forcing himself to move, he dragged his body across the boards inch by painstaking inch until his fingers could touch her, until he could see her face, until he could wrap his arms around her.

At first she didn’t respond and he felt the very last of himself slipping away, but then her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at him.

“I have to go. N-need to repair...”Her eyes closed again and she frowned. “Uncle, come with me?” Her eyes opened as his widened.

“Where?”

“I-I can’t leave you here. Come with me?” And her voice grew stronger. She reached up a hand and touched his face. “Let me save you?”

His heart clenched. “You already have.”

“Then trust me, Virgil. Please come with me.”

He took her hand in his and held her close. “Okay.”

She smiled sadly. “I’m so sorry.”

And then his world dissolved into chaos.

-o-o-o-

[groovetrill]

Lately I've been feeling gray

A little less human

A little less human

A little less human

Lately I've been feeling gray

A little less human

A little less human

A little less human

Lately I've been

Thinking about the ways I used to like to be

Maybe some day well create some harmony

Thinkin' 'bout a way to get all that I want

Maybe some day you could be the one

(Lady come on)

Lately I've been feeling gray

A little less human

A little less human

A little less human

[d-devilla]

Lately I've been feeling gray

A little less human

A little less human

A little less human

Lately I've been feeling gray

A little less human

A little less human

A little less human

Lately I've been

Thinking about the ways I used to like to be

Maybe some day well create some harmony

Thinkin' 'bout a way to get all that I want

Maybe some day you could be the one

(Lady come on)

Lately I've been feeling gray

A little less human

A little less human

A little less human

(Maybe I'm a bit less)

(Maybe I'm a bit, maybe I'm a bit less)

(Maybe I'm a bit, maybe I'm a bit less)

(Maybe I'm a bit, maybe I'm a bit less)

(Maybe I'm a bit, maybe I'm a bit less)

(Maybe I'm a bit, maybe I'm a bit less)

(Maybe I'm a bit, maybe I'm a bit less)

(Maybe I'm a bit, maybe I'm a bit less)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

I can come back yours, but I can't come back Lucy