#faye speaks italian

[fayesdiary]

🕯 💝💥for the fic writer ask if its not too late!

Speak Your Language Day Asks 🇮🇹

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

Se posso parlare al presente, è Rinea Survives Act 5. Tentare di scrivere quella fic è una sofferenza e non so perchè visto che ci tengo un sacco!

Per fic che ho già scritto, mi ricordo di aver fatto fatica a scrivere Nuibaba's Risen Journal, ma ne è valsa assolutamente la pena per quella.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Barbecue of Belhalla!

Pensavo non se la sarebbe cagata nessuno e invece è la mia fic più popolare 😅

Il che ammetto, considerando quanto poco ci ho messo a scriverla e quanto più impegno e passione ci ho messo nel resto delle mie storie, è un po' deprimente

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Oh hey, è Nuibaba's Risen Journal e Valentian Reports ad 8 kudos entrambi😂

Sono le mie fic preferite che ho scritto!

La prima perchè è un deep dive di un microscopico dettaglio dal quale è scaturita un'intera storia piena di headcanon sui Risen e praticamente un character study su un personaggio che non ho mai filato di striscio fino a quel momento, e Valentian Reports è la mia prima fic di più capitoli che ho finito ed è uno studio gigantesco di caratterizzzione dove ho scritto delle entry dal punto di vista di ogni singolo personaggio in Echoes.

Diciamo che apprezzerei se più gente le avesse notate😅

[romanbymarta]

Roman Polanski photograhed by Bruce Weber in Paris for UK Vogue magazine, May 1995;

Anne Billson who interviewed Polanski for Vogue UK , May 1995: My mother, when she learnt I was going to meet Roman Polanski, warned me to "be careful"- as though I were about to stray into range of some vast corrupting influence. His reputation since Repulsion did for wardrobe mirrors what Psycho did for has had a long time to brew-it is now 30 years shower curtains, 27 since Mia Farrow was raped by the devil in Rosemary's Baby and 22 since Faye Dunaway's immaculate Chinatown make-up launched me on an eternal quest for the perfect red lipstick. Even so, it's hard to believe that Roman Polanski is now 61. As he saunters into the restaurant where we've arranged to meet, a stone's throw from his apartment on avenue Montaigne, he looks more like a student than a rich and successful film director- an impression intensified not so much by his diminutive stature (he's roughly on a par with me, at 5ft 4in) as by the way he wears his scarf with one end looped over his shoulder. His hair is longer than I've seen it in films or photographs, giving him a faintly dashing air that is nowhere to be seen in the nebbish figure he cuts on screen. Polanski gives off an unmistakable glow of good health and bon- homie. He can speak French and Russian and Italian and Spanish and, of course, Polish, but now, in between ordering the haddock and knocking back mineral water, he talks in fluent but endearingly idiosyncratic English. "You need some help with the menu?" he inquires. "You want some little salad?" My mother needn't have worried. Polanski is on his best.

[narratorstragedy]

@goosemixtapes tagged me to post my top books of 2022 so far :) ty max ily

1. when i sing, mountains dance by irene solà, translated from the catalan by mara faye lethem - you have all probably seen me mention this book before, but it completely blew me away. it’s loosely centered around two families in the rural pyrenees but the chapters are narrated not only by various characters, but by mushrooms, storm clouds, dogs, etc… it sounds weird but it’s so well-written & translated, so interesting, and the last chapter is incredible. begging everyone to read it. if this gives you any idea of how much i loved it: two months after i finished reading it, i forced my mom to leave my soccer game early & drive to a book fair to hear the author speak & have her sign my copy. i told her it was one of my favorite books ever.

2. brickmakers by selva almada, translated from the spanish by annie mcdermott - this is inspired by r&j and set in rural argentina. it’s violent and painful and a quick read and soooo good. i read it on a plane in one sitting and when i finished it i just had to sit there staring into space for 30 minutes to process it. definitely try & check content warnings if you’re interested (i can also elaborate if needed) but it’s great

3. labyrinths by jorge luis borges, translated by the spanish from [idk and can’t find my copy rn sorry]- man. both my dad and my spanish teacher used to tell me borges was super difficult (and i get it!), which is why i picked this up in english not spanish, but… wow. he’s famous for a reason. the concepts in his stories and essays are incredibly interesting, and it’s definitely something i hope to revisit when i’m older so that i can get more out of it

4. chilean poet by alejandro zambra, translated from the spanish by megan mcdowell- i am an alejandro zambra fan through and through so i was super excited to read this!! probably not my favorite book of his (multiple choice <3) but still very well-crafted, deceptively simply told, and as always… fathers and sons… they get to me

5. los detectives salvajes by roberto bolaño - this book is VERY long and VERY weird, and i don’t know if i genuinely liked it this much or if i just spent so much time with it i got attached. i remember feeling meh for the first ~200 pages, but once i started really thinking about ulises + belano searching the globe for a writer, just as the narrator searches for them, i got into it. it made me want to read 2666 at some point!!

6. formas breves by ricardo piglia - much shorter than los detectives salvajes haha! this was mostly literary criticism/commentary with a little fiction but i genuinely enjoyed it a lot, plus piglia talked about a couple different writers from argentina that i now want to check out! reading list material hehe :)

7. a ghost in the throat by doireann ní ghríofa - i read this way back in early january, so my memory isn’t quite as sharp, but this is sort of a novel-memoir of an author and mother who becomes fascinated by an 18th century irish nobleman/mother/poet (eibhlín dubh ní chonaill). super interesting!!

8. translating myself and others by jhumpa lahiri - i found these collection of essays, most about lahiri’s ideas on translation after beginning to translate from italian, & since i like the concept of translation & translated literature this was fun for me

9. no voy a pedirle a nadie que me crea by juan pablo villalobos - this was another weird one, i’m not gonna lie, but the way in which it’s told is cool & i found the tone — unsettlingly sarcastic and funny, given that it’s literally about a guy getting blackmailed by a criminal organization — fascinating.

i think a lot of ppl have been tagged already but i will tag @tucurui @rothko @metaphysical-cheese @sofyarostova & honestly anyone else if you want to do it!!

[magicalgirlfumiko]

A Night in Rome

Far on the other side of the world stands the ancient city of Rome. Even there, the supernatural refuses to rest. For it is now feeding time…

Two Italian police officers rested their rifles on the side of the small residence that they were using for quarters. They gambled with what little money they had on hand. There was the thick smell of cigar and cheap booze filling the room. These were a golden gift that they were given by a young woman. These men felt that maybe for once they would be safe from whatever supposed monster that was dwelling in the city. They had no desire to be here in the first place anyways, there were always better things to waste their time on.

Bang Bang

The police didn't even bother to react. The mob was acting up again with the reports of monsters. Not their issue.

However, there was a noise that drew their attention in the almost empty halls. It sounded like wind blowing through a window. However, there were none present.

The two men then saw strange shadows move. Human instinct kicked in. The were being watched by something other than human.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Their hearts start pounding. They are hardened veterans of war and something is not right. Shadows move once again. The soldiers grab their rifles once again. They don’t know what is in their very room.

It is the vampire the Church has labeled Solomon.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“È così!?” One of them shouted.

All they heard was laughing. It will be the last memory they ever had.

Splat

“Fresh blood…..It has been far too long. That annoying little wolf keeps ruining my meals.”

A silver haired woman then smiled, as she picked up one of the policemen's’ absent head. The crimson blood dripped down the mouth of the woman, as she enjoyed her feast.

Meanwhile, Emma retained her focus on a magical girl with wolf. So many mysteries in terms of a magical girl being akin to a werewolf. This magical girl was something that interested Emma the most.

Emma was then going to speak….

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Tamara, the magical girl, then grabbed her chest. Something wasn’t right this night; a supernatural death had occurred. It felt as if her heart was on fire. Her fist clenched even tighter as Emma started to focus on her. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. Her eyes slowly changed from their deep blue, to a hue of yellow.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“Exc---Excuse me…” Tamara mentioned as she more or less barged towards the doors. She nearly plowed several other Flowers off of their seat.

She was now in the halls. Her teeth were now clenching together. She had fled to conceal her feral nature from the Flowers. Her wish was to get revenge on the vampires that had drained her family. The faye that recruited her assumed the mind of a hunter was just the thing! It would make Tamara adorable and strong like a wolf!

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

Her heart beat continued to increase. She stumbled on her feet, as if she were drunk. Her wolf senses were kicking in. The desire to protect her family. She could smell the vampires

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“Pygmalion…You…”

Tamara was now breathing heavily. Her thoughts were all blurring together into one single thought: Destruction.

TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP TA-DUMP. TA-DUMP

“HAHAHA! I WILL FIND YOUR CREATIONS, YOUR DAMNED VAMPIRES!”

Her heart sounded as if it was going to burst out of her chest. Then with a haunting laugh, she leapt from the ground level of the Flowers Headquarters under the silver light of the moon. Tamara was on the hunt…..

The night time air seemed to say at this time: “Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none.”

Thus another monkey's paw for one blessed by a miracle.

[karls-writing-space]

I decided to share my Total Drama OC with yall!

(This will have to be in two parts lol. Stupid word limit)

I hope ya like him!!

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❝Buongiorno! Good morning!❞

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『 BASIC INFO 』

➵ Full Name

Beau Romano

Nicknames

• B

• Eau (Pronounced as "O")

• Beau-Beau (Used by friends and family.)

• Freckles (Again, called this by friends and family. )

• Captain Dickless (By his sister as a joke. Beau hasn't got bottom surgery just yet, so he's called this. Wouldn't mind being called this by others as a joke.)

➵ Age

Sixteen or Seventeen [16-17]

➵ Assigned Sex

Female

➵ Gender Identity

Transgender Male

➵ Pronouns

He/Him/His

➵ Sexuality

Bisexual [With a preference for men]

➵Ethnicity

Canadian-Italian

➵Place of Birth

Morden, Manitoba

『 Appearance 』

➵ Outfits

➵ Casual Attire -

➵ Formal Attire

➵ Sleepwear -

➵ Swimwear -

➵ Height

5'7

➵ Weight

146 Pounds

『 Personality

Beau comes off as a quiet and introverted young man when you first encounter him. He isn't a huge fan of large groups of people and personally prefers to be with a small group, or his friends. Beau won't speak much at first and will listen to others speak and not speak unless spoken to.

If you have regular conversations with him, he'll slowly open up to you. He'll still maintain his introverted personality, but he will come off as a sweet, caring guy. He likes to joke around a little and make others smile. In fact, he likes seeing others happy. It makes him happy too. Beau is a fairly level-headed and calm guy for the most part. He doesn't raise his voice or yell too often since he fears that it would drive people away from him or it would create conflict.

He's quite the observant fellow and tends to take mental notes on what the people around him like, dislike, what bothers them, what they enjoy -- all that sha-bang.

Around his friends, he will treat them like he's known them forever. He'll treat them like a family, and will respect them. Beau will be a little more outgoing towards his friend group and engage in what they're doing.

Playing video games? He's down? Just chatting? He'll happily listen and join in on the conversations.

He playfully teases his friends here and there, and maybe pulls a few light-hearted pranks on them. It's all in good fun, and after he has his fill, he will ask if that person he teased/pranked is alright. He will be expecting revenge of some sort too, and will half-heartedly accept said revenge.

This boy has a tendency to slip into speaking Italian when speaking every once in a while. One minute, he could be happily talking about this great book series he has read in English before slipping into Italian without realizing it for a hot minute.

It's something he can laugh about, and it doesn't really bother him.

Beau does have a wide range of creativity and loves to express his ideas however he can. Usually, it's in the form of writing something - from a dribble to a full-blown short story. If someone is interested in hearing his ideas, Beau will happily begin to talk about the ideas he has.

He would then apologize for rambling, or "talking someone's ear off." He is really good at taking advice and constructive criticism and will use it to improve.

He will also happily hear if someone wants to add on to his idea(s).

Beau can also create stories or tales on the spot if he's given a setting/location. Ideas pop in his head here and there like this, and he can go into detail with these stories, given if he likes these ideas that are in his head.

Because he can make up stories on the spot with little details like location/setting, and characters, he is able to lie. He will use whatever knowledge he has on the situation he would lie about, or ask others what they know about a certain situation, and come up with a lie.

Some of these lies aren't the best, and some can be somewhat strong. It depends on how much knowledge he has on a situation and how he could form it into a lie.

If he lies to someone he doesn't like, or could care less about, Beau won't feel guilty about lying to them and go on with his day.

If he lies to a friend, someone he cares about, or his love interest, Beau will feel pretty guilty about lying to them, and might consider actually telling the truth.

He absolutely despises his friends getting harassed, invalidated, or bothered by something that they can't control or that they didn't have any part of. When this happens, Beau will get irritated or angry, and speak up.

When he is angered or irritated, and it isn't because of his friends getting harrassed/invalidated/etc, Beau will lash out at others around him. He will drop sarcastic remarks in Italian and act like an asshole.

It's best to leave him alone when he's like this and let him be alone in his thoughts. Once he's calm, he will apologize to those who he had lashed out at, except for the person who angered/irritated him.

Romance-wise, Beau will try to act the same around his love interest. He does become pretty happy and smiley when he is around them.

He will throw a few flirty lines or actions towards them, but if they flirt back, he will be a blushy. flustered mess. He makes sure that it doesn't interfere with the competition or make either of the two slow down their teams.

He doesn't want his love interest to get booted home.

➵ Likes

• Reading

• Writing

• The LGBTQ Community

•Personal space

• Reading up on/learning about famous serial killers

• Striking up a friendship or two

• Scary stories/stories with elements of horror

• Amusement parks

• Passing as a Cis Man

• Cuddles

• Joking around [At an appropriate time.]

• Talking about his writing/ideas

➵Dislikes

• Homophobes/Transphobes

• People who attack/harass/etc minorities, those with mental illnesses, or people/things that aren't considered "normal"

• Thunderstorms [It's a fear of his.]

• Overly-gushy romantic stories

• Being involved in an argument/fight

• Those who don't respect personal space.

• Crabs [They're really weird to him. He isn't a big fan of them either.]

• Being addressed with female formalities/in a way women are addressed. [Beau is a man, not a woman.]

➵Interests

• Reading

• Writing

• Learning about famous serial killers

➵ Fears

• Thunderstorms

• Losing the people in his life.

➵ Strengths

•Beau is talented in writing. It's something he loves and takes pride in.

•Beau is loyal to his friends.

•He's a creative guy - idea-wise and author-wise

➵ Weaknesses

•He's an introvert, and doesn't like talking/interacting with other people, unless they are the ones to interact contact him first or he's close to them.

• Poor boy has a fear of thunderstorms.

• He can be manipulated by those he is close with or those he has an alliance with.

➵ Physical Disorder(s)

N/A

➵ Mental/Psychological Disorder(s)

Gender Dysphoria

『 Relationships 』

➵ Family

Mother ➵ Camila Romano [ Alive, Registered Nurse Assisstant]

Father ➵ Lovino Romano [Alive, University Psychology Professor]

Older Sister ➵ Faye Romano [Alive, High School Student]

Younger Brother ➵ Luca Romano [Alive, Middle School Student]

Younger Sister ➵ Sienna Romano [Alive, Middle School Student]

➵ Friends

TDI/TDA/TDWT -

• Duncan

• Alejandro

•Gwen

• DJ

• Geoff

• Owen

• Tyler

• Leshawna

ROTI -

• Zoey

• Mike

• Lightning

• Cameron

TDPI -

• Topher

• Jasmine

• Sammy/Samey

• Sky

• Shawn

➵ Enemies [All Seasons]

• Ezekiel [Rather one-sided on Beau's side.]

• Izzy

• Blaineley

• Jo

• Staci

• Sierra

• Scott

• Dave

• Max

• Sugar

• Amy

• Leonard

➵ Neutral/Peers

• Everyone else [All Seasons]

• Chris [He doesn't really have an opinion on Chris.]

• Chef Hatchet [He also doesn't have an opinion on Chef either.]

➵ Love Interest

TDI/TDA-

• Duncan

or

•DJ

TDWT -

•Alejandro

or

•Duncan

TDROTI -

•Mike (+ his alters)

or

•Lightning

TDAS -

•Alejandro

or

•Mike

TDPI -

• Topher

Or

• Shawn

➵ Placing(s)

TDI - Fifth Place

TDA - Seventh Place

TDWT -Fourth Place

TDROTI - Fifth Place

TDAS - Fourth Place

TDPI - Fifth Place

[alevelblr]

𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 

Hi! I’m Faye and this is my studyblr. This post is a brief self-introduction. Perhaps while reading you will find that we have something in common, if so please message me as I love making friends! I will try to keep this as short and sweet as possible as not to bore you, but I will probably fail (sorry!)

𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒆

My name is Faye

She/ Her

I am Seventeen

Cancer sun, Virgo moon, Scorpio rising

My A Levels are Economics, Maths, History & French

Future Economics and French under-graduate

Time zone UTC +1

𝑴𝒚 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

Reading! My favourite books are Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan Novels, Life: An Exploded Diagram by Mal Peet, and The Great Gatsby. I’m always open to recs

Languages!- in particular French, however I also want to improve my Italian and one day learn Romanian and Arabic (a girl can dream, right?)

~Side note: please if you speak Italian or French message me! I would love to connect to native speakers and improve my ability, but I have to apologise in advance for any inaccuracies!~

Playing the piano!

Music! Arctic Monkeys, La Femme, Lana Del Rey, Film Noir, Måneskin, Harry Styles...

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒃𝒍𝒓?

The study community here on tumblr seems so accepting and like one of the only places where studying is mainstream and really respected! I appreciate that, and I also find this space very motivating. Seeing other blogs of people at university studying what I’m interested in is very inspiring.

𝑮𝒐𝒂𝒍𝒔

Make friends!

Discover and share tips

Avoid procrastination

Find an effective balance between studying and resting

Not worry so much about coming off as a ‘try hard’

Overall, improve my grades and study more often and more effectively

𝑴𝒚 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

@studyquill @studyblr @scholarly @revisicn @femininestudies @ecostudier @proprocrastinator @cuppa-studies @emmastudies @fivestarstudying @chrysalistudy @annibtj @sprouht-studies @myhoneststudyblr @languagessi @lustrestudy @kilostudies

If you actually read this far, firstly- wow, secondly- please consider a follow (i will follow you back from @okay-faye) and have a lovely day!

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Make you choose: Arno or Shay (Jacob is safe for now lmao)

(Faye, thank you for taking Jacob out of the equation, because otherwise I'd have gone with him straight away. Like, NO MOMENT OF HESITATION WHATSOEVER) Arno and Shay, eh???? Gods, the answer might surprise you with this one. But if I had to choose one..... it would probably be Monsieur. Even if I don't speak so much about him, and my attention is mostly focused on Jacob, I do have a deep love for Monsieur Arno Dorian (my love for a character is usually underlined by the presence of an OC. If I create an OC for them, it means I love them A LOT. A LOT.). So, it's safe to say that my Italian heart, when it's not busy beating for Mr. Frye or Messer Auditore, beats for Arno Dorian.

Yup! Monsieur has my heart!! <3 <3 (but I adore Shay as well, so it's truly neck and neck). -Nemo

[josefavomjaaga]

(King Maximilian I. Joseph of Bavaria, by Stieler)

The attempts to sway Eugène to join the side of the Allies are particularly well-documented. Partially because of Marmont. The "Duc de Raguse", suffering for the rest of his life from accusations of having betrayed Napoleon, had written rather controversial memoirs, that were only to be published after his death in 1852. (Someone compared him to a sharpshooter hiding behind his own tombstone which is an image I really love.) He made accusations against several people; most prominent among them figured Eugène, whom Marmont accused of having disobeyed Napoleon's order to lead his troops across the Alpes to France and to defend French soil rather than Upper Italy, thus having been the real cause for the lost war of 1814.

By that time, Eugène himself was long dead, both his sons were dead, and even Auguste had died in 1851. However, his daughters protested vehemently against these accusations, and Planat de la Faye, who had only been in Eugène's service for the last brief years, fought tooth and nails to protect Eugène's memoir all his life. Eugène's family and friends actually went to court over this question (and unsurprisingly, considering by then Napoleon III ruled France, they won).

However, this was not the first time similar accusations had been made, and Auguste at earlier occasions already had collected testimonies, letters and documents in order to be able to refute them. In court, much of it became public, and some of it even had to be added to Marmont's memoirs.

That's why we have a detailed report by one prince of Thurn und Taxis, aide-de-camp to the king of Bavaria, about his mission to convince Eugène of the necessity to join the allies in mid-November 1813. The young man, who had served under Eugène's orders in Russia, was sent to Bellegarde's Austrian troops from Frankfurt, armed with a letter by King Max Joseph. It turned into a real undercover movie; the Bavarian had to put on the uniform of an Austrian major and present himself to Eugène's outposts as a negotiator sent by Bellegarde, was taken into custody and blindfolded by Eugène's Italians, led behind their lines and, after convincing them that he really, really had to talk to Eugène in person, locked into a church while they went to search their viceroy. On entering the building, Eugène immediately recognized his former subordinate and explained to his entourage that he was certain he would be safe around this gentleman and wanted to take him outside on a walk, for a one-on-one interview. In which his first question, according to the prince Thurn und Taxis, apparently was not "What the f are you doing here?" but "Is the king okay?«, before even opening Max Joseph’s letter.

For the rest, we can let Eugène speak for himself, because as usual, he immediately had to write to Auguste about the encounter.

Le prince Eugène à la princesse Auguste. Vérone, 23 novembre 1813.

Je t'envoie, ma bonne Auguste, une lettre que j'ai reçue du roi par un officier parlementaire. Cet officier n'était autre que le prince Taxis. J'ai causé plus d'une heure avec lui, et je t'assure que je n'ai dit que ce que je devais. En deux mots, il m'a apporté la proposition.de la part de tous les alliés, pour me faire quitter la cause de l'Empereur, de me reconnaître comme roi d'Italie. J'ai répondu tout ce que toi-même tu aurais répondu, et il est parti ému et admirateur de ma manière de penser; comme il a vu que je ne voulais entendre à rien qu'à un armistice, il m'a assuré que le roi l'obtiendrait d'autant plus « que les alliés admiraient mon caractère et ma conduite. » C'est déjà une bien belle récompense que de commander ainsi l'estime à ses ennemis. Déchire le billet du roi, ne parle de rien de tout cela. Dans l'armée on ne sait qu'il est venu un parlementaire que comme officier autrichien.

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Prince Eugene to Princess Auguste. Verona, 23rd November 1813.

I am sending you, my good Auguste, a letter which I received from the King through a parliamentary officer. This officer was none other than Prince Taxis. I talked with him for over an hour, and I assure you that I only said what I had to. In two words, he came to me with a proposal on behalf of all the allies, in order to make me leave the Emperor's cause, to recognise me as King of Italy.

I answered all that you yourself would have answered, and he left deeply moved and impressed by my way of thinking; seeing that I only wanted to agree to an armistice, he assured me that the King would obtain it all the more "as the allies admired my character and my conduct."

It is already a fine reward to thus command the esteem of one's enemies.

Tear up the king's note, do not mention any of this. In the army it is only known that an Austrian officer came as a parliamentarian.

As Eugène would soon learn, this professed "esteem" his enemies had for him would not lead him anywhere. Neither did he receive an armistice from Bellegarde in 1813/4, nor a principality in 1814/5. But everybody agreed that Eugéne was a really great guy, and maybe that was worth it for him.

Eugène of course also immediately sent a detailed report of his meeting to Napoleon – for his own safety if for no other reason, so he could not be accused of secret conspiracies. It’s a rather businesslike letter, listing the content of the conversation in bullet points, but Eugène also repeatedly puts in declarations of loyalty and tries to reassure Napoleon that he will remain by his side.

The report by the prince Thurn und Taxis, written from memory in 1836, contains a lot more sighs and worrying and even tears on Eugène’s side about the future of his children. But the interesting part is that the prince claims to also have talked about Murat’s probable defection:

Finally, when as a last argument I began, as my instructions prescribed, to speak to him of the fairly clear willingness that King Joachim had shown to deal with the allied sovereigns, and when I added that before six weeks his right flank would be exposed, compromised perhaps, the Prince said to me: "I like to believe that you are mistaken; if, however, it were so, I would certainly be the last to condone the conduct of the King of Naples; still the situation would not be exactly the same: he is sovereign, I, here, am only the lieutenant of the Emperor."

So, in a way even Eugène recognized that Murat’s actions, if possibly questionable from a moral standpoint, were justified by the fact that Murat was an independent king, bearing responsibilty for the well-being of his country. Whereas Eugène could shed this responsibilty; after all, he was only following orders, and thus his line of conduct was never in doubt.

Plus, Eugène always knew that, even if he himself went down with Napoleon, his family had a safety net in their Bavarian royal relations. Murat had no support among the other European nations, unless he joined their cause. Napoleon’s two “Italians” were indeed in very different situations.

[niccolocraxxi]

❛ JUST THIS ONCE ❜ — OCTOBER ‘58

   Somehow, it all started at dinner. It was his and his wife’s last night in Lake Como and they’d toasted to a thirty-day Honeymoon well-lived. The food had been plenty, even the dessert, but especially the wine. Nick had started early, wanting to make the most of their final night there, and never seemed to slow down. Faye had no problem keeping up with him, but sipped on something else that Nick couldn’t remember. Whatever it was, it was enough to kickstart the sort of evening they’d already had twenty-nine times before. At least, that’s the hint Nick got when he felt his wife use her foot to tease and prod him underneath their dinner table. Thank God the tablecloths went all the way down to the floor. As usual, Faye’s discrete seduction worked like a charm and he was more than happy to take her back to their suite as soon as they’d finished and he’d tipped the entire restaurant staff. It’d been his last chance to do so.    Nick had lost count of how many times Faye had been on her knees for him during their stay, but she eventually found her way there once again. This was after she’d slipped into something a bit more comfortable—impossibly small, lace lingerie and a matching silk robe. At one point, maybe two, they’d found the time to mix their alcohol with what Nick had left of their cocaine. Truth be told, there was still plenty. He’d brought too much. And while his body struggled with being up or down, he sat in one of the chairs and contently watched as his wife blew him yet again.    But then there was a knock at the door to their suite.    Nick had felt himself on the precipice when he first heard it, ready to finally give his wife the reward she’d worked so hard for while on her knees between his legs. It was funny the way they froze when they first heard it, almost unsure if they’d actually heard what they thought they heard. When it happened again, slow and curiously hesitant, Faye sprung up to her feet to answer it. Nick had been too far gone at that moment to notice that she did this without even bothering to close and tie her robe. Not that it would actually cover much.    It was Paolo, their reliable bellhop behind the door. He’d been assisting them a lot during their month-long stay and had proven even to Nick to be a good, consistent help. He’d spoken to him a number of times, always in Italian, but not as much as Faye, who didn’t speak a lick of it. Paolo had been immediately starstruck when he’d caught sight of her. This hadn’t surprised Nick. He knew how desirable his wife was. While he’d never enjoyed that aspect of her lifestyle, he’d at least learned to live with it. To the bellhop’s credit, he was never disrespectful to Nick and was never even mildly flirtatious with his wife. At least, not in front of him, which was a rare occurrence since it was usually Nick that had to translate. Faye, on the other, didn’t know how to not play to the crowd, especially when coming across such a huge fan.    At the time, Nick didn’t know whether he was more annoyed by his wife’s excitement to see Paolo again or the fact that he’d been interrupted right before he was about to come. Eventually, he joined his wife at the door, just in case he needed to translate, and overheard them talking about the autograph Faye had promised she’d give him at the end of their stay. Paolo, good kid as he was, seemed almost embarrassed to be there reminding her in his broken, basic English, and also seemed to be in a hurry; something about having to meet his girlfriend for a late dinner. Of course, Faye was more than happy to acquiesce. As if reading Nick’s mind, Paolo mentioned in Italian that he had the next day off and wouldn’t see them leave. He was going sailing with his girlfriend, so this was his last chance.    When Nick relayed those details to his wife, she added to his annoyance by insisting that Paolo come in and have a quick drink with them while she searched for a good pen and something to write on. Nick, feeling his euphoric high start to plummet, grudgingly agreed. Not at all thrilled, he pulled the kid inside and gestured towards the wet bar against the far wall, insisting that he pick his poison while his wife sauntered off to make Paolo’s dream of an autograph from the Faye Fairaway come true. Nick didn’t even bother to explain the several lines of coke ready for anyone to partake in on one of the glass edges of the bar. By the time she returned, Faye’s robe seemed to be as loose and as open as it could be without falling off her shoulders. Neither her high, drunk husband nor the patient, nervous Paolo commented on it. Hell, Nick didn’t even notice, but it was certain their guest did.

   The next thing Nick knew, he was extremely focused, his heart was racing, and he was practically on the edge of his seat. Like before they were interrupted, he watched from his plush armchair as Faye bobbed, tilted, and buried her head deep down until not an inch of cock was left for her to consume. She looked to be happy about it, if not outright giddy. That new dose of cocaine had clearly kicked in and his wife seemed intent on not wasting any of that new energy she felt. Then there were the sounds she was making, too. If you couldn’t see how hard she was working in their dimly-lit suite, you could definitely hear it. Choking. Slurping. Gagging. They were wet, loud, and reached a level of vulgar that he’d become accustomed to over the years. A level of vulgar even the Hollywood rags could never even dream of reporting.    And it all would’ve felt as great as it looked and sounded except his cock wasn’t the one in his wife’s mouth.    To Nick’s right, seated in the armchair that was the twin to his, Paolo was practically trembling as he watched his shaft disappear and reappear over and over again from inside Faye’s mouth. It even seemed to glisten in the sparse light thanks to all of Faye’s saliva. Like before, the kid was staring at her in awe, but now it was a different kind of awe. Of course, Nick had no recollection of how this came to be and his current sense of euphoria seemed to keep him from dwelling on it at the moment. This was probably for the best. Poor Paolo was probably trying to come to terms with his own list of things right then, too, and Nick wagered that none of them had anything to do with what he’d say to his girlfriend about standing her up.    To Nick’s amusement, the poor kid kept on not knowing what to do. He just sat there reacting, unable to comprehend the situation he’d found himself in and now too on something to remember how he even got there. Whenever Faye wasn’t provoking a groan out of him, he was struggling with what to do with his hands. Most of the time, they stayed on the arms of the chair. Other times Nick could see that he wanted to touch her; his fingers curling as if they were already in her famous, golden hair. But they never made contact. It made sense. Paolo was going through a lot; awe, surprise, panic, and so on. That’s what happened when a seemingly world-renowned, married starlet had your cock practically lodged in her throat.    Nick also liked to think that the kid’s apprehension was partly a sign of respect for him. At the very least, maybe he was too intimated to freely touch the older man’s wife, even if that wife was not being at all hesitant in touching him. In those moments where Nick just sat there and watched, and even when he just waited his turn, the very possibility that that was the reason for the kid’s reluctance was enough to put an arrogant smile on his face. Paolo was completely submissive. A toy for his wife to play with and completely control, which her very drunk and very high high husband figured was the point. At least for now, their bellhop felt too guilty and felt too nervous to try anything, even if they were already past the point of no return.    Naturally, Nick had no such compunction.    Whenever it was his turn again, whenever he watched his wife eagerly crawl back between his legs, he was always ready to take back control. He never hesitated to grab her by her blonde hair and guide her head up and down while he was in her mouth. More than once, he told her to look up at him just so he could see those pretty blue eyes of hers as she deepthroated him. And whenever he felt like she hadn’t gotten him deep enough, even when she had, he’d violently jerk her head up until he came out of her mouth with a wet pop! and slap her convincingly across her cheek a couple times just to get his point across. Then he’d just shove her head back down and make her try again.    In Nick’s warped, coke-fueled mind, it was understandable. The gravity of the situation would no doubt hit him sometime in the morning, after the drink and the drugs were out of his system and he’d gone through a long, well-earned rest. But they weren’t even in the thick of it now and he felt like he had something to prove. It was a ridiculous notion, but even if that wasn’t the case, he was also a naturally competitive person. So, under the influence and boosted with a lot of energy, things would play out as they were and they’d cross that inevitable bridge of consequences in the morning. For now, he just wanted to be better. The best! As if to remind her she was his.    And it wasn’t lost on Nick that his wife blew him longer than Paolo each time, which he appreciated. Deep down, it was his only solace as his brand new wife just went back and forth, from one cock to the next, in control at one stop, surrendering control at the other. Ever the considerate host, whichever cock that wasn’t in her mouth at the time usually had her small hand wrapped around it, tugging and stroking to keep the blood flowing.    When Paolo finished first, when he let out a sudden, almost wounded groan to signal the explosion he let off in Faye’s mouth, Nick was not surprised. His wife had talents that even he sometimes couldn’t handle, so a young man as built but as inexperienced as their bellhop could only last for so long, especially in round one. It didn’t help that Faye wasn’t the type to just stop. She’d keep going and drain you of everything she wanted, knowing full well that she had you at your most vulnerable; almost literally by the balls. Poor Paolo could only sit there and writhe, wanting to stop her, but not. Still unsure where to put his hands, both remained on the arms of his chair, clutching for dear life as his favorite Hollywood actress just kept on sucking him dry.

[fayesdiary]

14, 26 and 30 for that get to know me thing! 🇮🇹

Hey Xan! 👋

Speak Your Language Day Asks 🇮🇹

14) Favorite subject in school?

Già risposto!

26) Favorite food?

Ironicamente considerando che devo rispondere in Italiano, é la pizza 🤣 🍕

30) A hobby you have?

Oltre a quelli che ho già elencato?

Hmm... Leggere, suppongo?

Non leggo più tanto quanto una volta purtroppo, ma leggo ancora un libro di tanto in tanto.

[spanisheir]

@mvsquerades (faye) // how had gabe somehow become friends with the violinist? he wondered if somehow she was someone his father had hired to watch him. somehow be a good influence on him, but with the little hints of italian he plays out, and she doesn’t respond he knows she’s not. maybe they somehow started speaking because gabe could play piano and well, it was one thing he did thank his father for. his fingers are pressing random keys, but somehow it sounds like a melody that hours had been spent on. maybe he had, maybe he dreamt it. he looked up. “here to accompany my demons?” he asked. the party was still going on but gabe had needed a second to himself. odd for him.

[silverleafnightshade-blog]

The Eyes of Laura Mars

Released in 1978, The Eyes of Laura Mars is set in the glimmering yet gritty world of NYC haute couture fashion. Mad Magazine parodied the film as “The Eyes of Lurid Mess” and rightly so, for it definitely has plot issues and some grade-A-Virginia-ham overacting. However, director Irvin Kershner managed to capture a whiff of the cultural crossover as the NYC scene shifted from disco to punk. Often touted as the first American giallo film, The Eyes of Laura Mars tidily ticks off the boxes of the Italian genre: a mix of gorgeous and grimy settings, the gruesome murder of beautiful people, and many misdirections before the killer is finally revealed. Added to the mix is Ms. Virginia Ham herself (Faye Dunaway), a hairy Brad Dourif, and a preternaturally prehistoric Tommy Lee Jones. Dourif is only four years younger than TLJ in real life, but he looks like a bearded baby next to TLJ’s tire-treaded brow. Hell, TLJ is six years younger than Dunaway, but there’s not even a scratch of the cougar in their relationship.

Faye Dunaway of course plays the main character, a superstar high fashion photographer who begins to have disturbing visions of murder. Fun fact: the actual images of famous fashion photogs Rebecca Blake and the so-called “King of Kink” Helmut Newton were used in the film.

Speaking of kink, Barbra Streisand was offered the main role (it helped that she was dating producer Jon Peters at the time) but turned it down because she thought the film’s violent, sexual content was too out-there for her image.

The film opens with a murderous sequence, which turns out to be one of Laura’s nightmares. She awakens in her rather spare and severe bedroom,

and then wanders out to her living room, aka The Neutral Zone. Beige and brown rule the day, as does that giant rooster sculpture. From kitchen kitsch to highbrow decor? Huh. And oof, so. Much. Carpeting!

Laura flips through some negatives and tries to put the nightmare behind her. Soon, driver Tommy (Brad Dourif) is ferrying Laura off to the gala reception for a new publication of her photos. It looks like maybe the exterior was shot at one of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s side doors. The interior looks somewhat Studio 54-inspired, though.

Hiiiiiiyyyyyeeee! I’m just a photograph, don’tcha worry.

Laura meets cute-ish with Detective John Neville (TLJ), as cute as can be when one’s publisher has been horribly murdered with an ice pick. Neville came for the questioning, but he stayed for the hors d’oeuvres, or rather, he looks a bit hungry for a Mars Bar. Laura goes home and rings up her bestie, who happens to be dating Laura’s ex-husband Michael (a very slimy yet somehow sexy Raul Julia). Everyone calms each other down, and soon enough, Laura heads off for a shoot at Columbus Circle. The concept is a bit S&M, models in lingerie and furs fighting in front of the husks of burning cars...

The concept was inspired by photog Chris von Wangenheim, and so fitting in front of what my father once called “The Devil’s Arsehole” (don’t feel special, C.C., he said that about every Washington D.C. roundabout too). The intersection didn’t get the moniker until 1892, the 400th anniversary of Columbus’s “discovery” of the New World, when a giant statue of the old man was erected. From the invention of the car on, Columbus Circle was considered a hazardous spot for pedestrians. Given the circle’s bad rap for most of the 20th century, it seems quaint to remember that Olmsted intentionally designed the traffic circle as the grand entrance to Central Park in 1857. By 1978, Columbus Circle was “roundly” (oh ho ho) derided as a dangerous thoroughfare. In 1979, architecture critic Paul Goldberger said that the intersection was "a chaotic jumble of streets that can be crossed in about 50 different ways—all of them wrong." A redesign of the circle’s aesthetics and traffic flow began in 1991, and by the Naughty-Aughties, Columbus Circle had even won a few awards for landscape architecture and urban design.

Neville shows up again at Laura’s set at Chelsea Piers. This is my favorite set in the movie, with the fabulous Sterling St. Jacques dancing around and a lot of blown-out color and drama going on.

It’s also one of our last scenes with poor Lulu and Michelle, alas. I actually quite like both of their characters, so silly and yet so sassy. They have the best outgoing answering machine message, and it made me feel so nostalgic for both answering machines, answering machine messages, and that kind of close relationship you’d have with a roommate. That is the kind of relationship that can only be built after hearing all your messages, and knowing all your secrets, unvarnished and unedited by a brunch re-telling. Sigh.

Laura’s studio is amazing - it’s enormous with tons of old windows, stunning harbor views, and some convenient soft spots that are perfect for sexy times with Neville.

Donald (René motherfucking Murat Auberjonois) is such a great character. He’s Laura’s long-suffering agent, and although at times walking the stereotypical line, he is quite comfortably un-closeted. Whenever someone tries to throw homophobic shade his way, he shines a light right up their asses. I do not love the character’s decor choices, though - a bit too Italianate for me, although who can resist a red damask wallpaper and this goddamn face? Not me, friends.

Speaking of Italian classics, Frank Adonis makes an appearance as Sal, Neville’s slightly unhinged partner. I like this shot of him surveying Laura’s apartment with a “mmm, not bad,” expression.

Frank just shuffled off this mortal coil in late 2018, R.I.P. Weird fact: although he’s the Italian guy you recognize from everything, his Wiki page is in French.

SPOILERS, sort of: Neville goes to see Tommy at his spectacularly depressing apartment, and the visit quickly takes a turn for the worse. Tommy stabs a patrolman while escaping arrest, but the Sal the psycho just opens fire on what appears to be the entire East Village, and Tommy est la morte. Neville rings up Laura to tell her the killer has been caught, and pack your bag, baybeee, they are going away! Laura begins to select some careful neutrals to coordinate with the lady Derringer gifted by Neville, when she is suddenly struck by another vision.

Poor Michael gets ‘picked in the elevator of Laura’s building, and the killer is en route to her apartment! Laura manages to lock the front door just in time. Neville soon comes crashing through the balcony window, and this is where the ending gets super giallo: as he begins babbling about Tommy’s terrible upbringing, Neville accidentally reveals that it is he, Neville, who is the killer. But it’s not really Neville! No, it’s his other personality that did the killing. That personality is also apparently responsible for how nicely Neville fills out a black turtleneck, as well as for finishing Neville’s dissertation and keeping the bills paid. The real Neville struggles back to the surface; to protect his true love, he basically shoots himself using Laura’s gun (and trigger finger, as she is holding said gun at the time). The final shot is of Laura calling the cops, and her final line? “I’m Laura Mars.” If there is any shred of happy ending to this story, it might be that she has to rip out that fucking bloodstained carpet. Maybe there’s a nice parquet floor under there? I know that hating on carpeting is low-pile fruit, but there is just no way for mere mortals to keep wall-to-wall carpeting from getting disgusting.

Interesting fact: John Carpenter wrote the spec script for this film, but Kershner’s finished product took some hot turns in the rewrite. Carpenter was still credited despite his protests, but luckily the mixed reviews didn’t affect the success of his next project, Halloween. It’s been nice to revisit some giallo, although I think I’m going to go back to the real-deal Italian giallo next month. I might also be leaving this platform, as sad as that makes me. Tumblr has been doing some bullshit flagging of posts that are very LGBTQ-unfriendly, and well, they are also buggy as hell. I had this post written a week ago but the site kept crashing as I was trying to update. At any rate, stay tuned for any updates, or as I likely know all three of you reading this, I’ll let you know if there’s a new site.

[karls-writing-space]

『 Backstory 』

➵ Any TWs? :

➵ Subtle Mentions of Transphobia.

➵ Beau Romano - his deadname being Bianca - was born a year after his older sister, Faye. He lived with his semi-wealthy parents, Camilia and Dylan Romano in Manitoba.

When he was in second grade, Beau began to have a big sprout of creativity. He had drawn pictures of people and anthropomorphic animals, and create small little tales about these people/animals he has drawn. He Drew more and more of these as time slowly passed, and he enjoyed telling stories about these drawings. This had grown into a hobby, and something he enjoyed thoroughly.

His older sister came out when she was nine that she felt like a girl and that she was attracted to girls. Now, their parents are very accepting people and proceeded to assist and support Faye - who was formerly known as Lovino - get what she needed to transition.

Beau happily cheered on his big sister on, supporting her and showering her with love. He celebrated her transitions and her relationships happily, happy that he had such a prideful older sister.

By the time Beau was ten, he had begun to experiment with his sexuality by feeling some weird way towards a guy in music class. He talked with this guy more and more, and these feelings continued to grow.

After a couple of weeks, he felt the same way towards a girl in music class too. The feeling for the boy stayed, but now he had feelings for a boy and a girl.

One day, while walking to school with his mom, he heard two girls behind him talking about the people they liked. One of the girls had said that she was Bisexual, to which little Beau tugged on his mother's sleeve and asked what "Bisexual" meant. The woman explained that it was when someone liked two or more genders.

Beau put that into thought, and not even a minute later, he exclaimed "I'm Bisexual!"

His mom smiles and ruffled her son's - then daughter's - head. While Beau was still a kid, and she thought that Beau didn't know what he was talking about, the boy knew exactly what he was talking about.

Those feelings of the boy and girl faded over time. When Beau was twelve, he had fallen for another person. There had been this really cute girl in class who enjoyed drawing, and boy, what a talented artist she is.

Slowly, but surely, Beau began to fall in love with this girl, and spent time with her. Months went by, and the two had fallen in love.

The girl had confessed to Beau, which he accepted.

These two were a great, healthy Lesbian couple at the time. They were both very happy and loving. Beau had welcomed his girlfriend into the family, to which they welcomed with open arms.

The relationship lasted for two years until they fell out of love. The spark was gone. Their breakup wasn't nasty - they awkwardly stated that they lost that romantic spark on both sides. Beau had turned thirteen at the time. Beau and his ex-lover are on good terms to this day.

Once puberty hit, Beau looked at the body he had at the moment. He didn't quite fit with how it was. It made him feel like he didn't fit in a girl's body. He wanted to cut off his developing melons. So, he decided to talk to Faye later that evening, whom had fully transitioned. She was a beautiful woman. As he talked to her about what had been up, Faye stated that Beau could be Transgender, and even gave him a few articles on Gender Dysphoria.

Weeks of looking into gender identities later, Beau took the label "Trans Male" and used it to describe himself. With encouragement from Faye, he came out to his parents, who accepted him. He didn't want to transition as quickly as Faye, and wanted to take it slow. Testosterone and binding first.

As he grew older, Beau got bullied for being a Transgender Bisexual man. He was experiencing Transphobia from a few of his fellow peers. He knew that not everyone would accept him for being who he was, but this hurt quite a bit. Being bullied for this wasn't fair - he had every right to express himself! - but nooo, people were idiots.

His love for writing had grown more and more over the years. He began to write little stories that he presented in school and posted online. People loved his little stories. Whether they were fanfiction or characters and universes he had created in his head, they received a lot of positive feedback. Sure, there were haters, bullies, trolls, and rude people in general, but Beau didn't pay attention to them too much.

Beau had gotten top surgery when he was fifteen. He had been on testosterone for a year, and he had been binding for that time being. He loved his new, flat chest. Sure, he would have a scar on his chest from the surgery, but it didn't really bother him. He was happy that his tibbies were deleted. Now he could feel like a guy somewhat.

During the time passed from fourteen and fifteen years old, Beau had been watching a show known as "Total Drama" with Faye. The show was appealing to the young teen. The risky challenges were entertaining, most of the cast was likable, and it was really entertaining for the young boy. He'd talk about joining the show every now and then and would think about what his label or cliche would be on the show.

Timeskip to now, Beau and Faye are sixteen and seventeen respectively. After watching an ad to audition for the next season of Total Drama, Faye looked over at her little brother.

"Hey... You should audition to be on there!"

Beau, liking the idea, auditioned for the show. Once his audition was seen, Beau was invited to be on a season of Total Drama.

『 Voice Claim 』

『 Miscellaneous Facts』

➵ Theme Song

➵ Quotes

"O-Oh, hello...!"

"I'm Beau. It's nice to meet you!"

"It's too people-y in there. I-I'd like to stay right here."

"He's... Kinda pretty."

"Are you lonely? I could hang out with you if you'd like."

"I-It's not a diary! It's just a journal that I put my writing and ideas in."

"Sorry, I'd rather be by myself. I-It's nothing personal -- I j-just don't like large groups of people."

"Sorry... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Sorry about that..."

"He's a... He's a man. And I'm just a boy."

"Ciao, bello..!" (Hello, handsome..!)

"Aren't you guys a little too old for a bedtime story?"

"Fine, fine. Once upon a time, there were a few guys on an island who needed to go the fuck to sleep. G'night, guys."

"What do you mean that 'isn't a good bedtime story? I think it's a brilliant story."

"Fine... There was once this God named Fóllame de lado-"

"Hey - do you wanna fuck around with the others?"

"H-Hey! I apologize for interrupting what you were doing, but... I'd like to confess something if that's o-okay? Look, I'll cut to the chase. I... love you, dude. And not in some bromance way. Like... I have romantic feelings for you. I love you so much I could scream it to the world..! I hope you f-feel the same way. And if you don't? That's p-perfectly fine."

"Good morning, mio amore."

"Sorry, but could you like, shut up for five seconds? Thanks..."

➵ Ship Names (OC X Crush or OC X OC)

Duncan x Beau = BeauDun/ BeauCan

DJ x Beau = BJ / BeauJ

Alejandro x Beau = AleBeau

Mike x Beau = Meau/Bike

Lightning x Beau = Blightning/BeauLight

Topher x Beau = Beaupher / Beaupher

Shawn x Beau = Sheau / Bawn

➵ Random Facts

• If they're comfortable, Beau calls his male friends "Bello" (Handsome), and his female friends "Bella" (Beautiful).

For Nonbinary folk, it depends on what they prefer.

•Beau has learned how to play the ukelele from Faye.

•He would actually like to go windsurfing sometime!

• Speaking of his sister, she's a well-known acrobat/performer for her age. He admires her for being so talented in such a thing..

• His sister is an extrovert, and more outgoing than Beau. The two are opposites,,but yknow, opposites attract!

•Beau prefers to write stories that are/include horror, action, and supernatural/fantasy. He can write romantic stories, but he doesn't prefer writing things like that.

•He has written some shitty fanfictions when he was younger. He will share them among his friends and laugh at what he wrote.

•The languages he speaks are:

• English

•Italian

• (Some) Spanish. [Italian and Spanish are similar language-wise in a few ways. That, and Beau just wanted to learn Spanish.]

• Respectful boi when it comes to Pronouns, Names, People's likes and dislikes, etc.

•Beau has some family members that live in Italy. He has gone to Italy to visit them numerous times.

• Beau doesn't believe in soulmates. He thinks that it's just some fairytale thing that people believe in. He wants to love someone on his own accord - not someone who the universe was like "Oh, let's put these people together.".

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╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

[modernlcve]

*  —  stats —   holly clark !

* — basics !

full name:   holly mae clark. nickname(s):   none. age:   twenty - three. date of birth:   september twenty-ninth. place of birth:   cookeville,   tennessee. gender:   female. pronouns:   she / her. sexual orientation:   queer.  level of education:   high school graduate. recipient of a bachelor’s degree in english literature and french,   with a minor in italian.

* — physical !

tattoos:  none. piercings:  ears pierced once. notable features:   beautiful red hair.   good lips for smiling and blowing kisses. weakness(es):   none notable. scar(s):  none notable.

* — domestic !

occupation:   freelance translator. residence:  lives in the tucana apartments. social class:   middle class. parents:   luke clark,  age 46,   her father is the moral backbone of her family and holly’s personal hero.   faye clark,  age 45,   the heavy, but in a way that always reminds you that she cares.   holly has nothing bad to say about her parents she loves them a Lot. siblings:   i won’t go into Great Detail bc idw be here forever but she’s one of give siblings that are all decently close in age ranging between 28 and 19.   she has two older siblings,   her brother,  travis,  and her sister,   whitney,   and then two younger siblings,   her brother,  colton, and her sister,   violet.  extended family:   very close with her paternal grandparents,   her dog ziggie is perhaps her son?

* — personality !

positive traits:   compassionate,   loyal,   dependable. negative traits:   smothering,   hypersensitive,   intense. myers-briggs ( x ):   enfp;   the campaigner.   temperament:   sanguine. moral alignment:   neutral good. horoscope:  libra,   the scales. hogwarts house:  hufflepuff.

* — favorites !

movie:   moulin rouge. tv show:   sex in the city. book:   the little prince. drink:   nehi peach. food:   chicken and dumplings. animal:   she was weirdly into squirrels as a kid and it stuck. color:   yellow. song:   you’re still the one by shania twain. artist:   carly rae jepsen. celebrity crush:   justin timberlake.

* — impressions !

first impression:  she’s a lot.   she’s very enthusiastic in how she speaks,  and almost annoyingly peppy some days.  she doesn’t make a great first impression on people who aren’t into that kinda thing. self impression:   she thinks she’s a good sister and friend and maybe someone who deserves to live a little more than she does but ultimately she’s pretty happy with herself and her life. lover impression:   she’s a romantic at heart.   she was a french major,   for god’s sake.   she likes the idea of things being dreamy and easy and fun and definitely tries to put that energy into her relationships.

* — et cetera !

turn ons:   instead of a list i’ll just generally say holly is typically more attracted 2 Baddies which makes austin a good change of pace for her because all the baddies have broken her heart x turn offs:   people who are condescending or holier-than-thou. drink/drugs/smoke:   yes/no/no. dominant hand:   right. clean or messy:   clean. early bird or night owl:   early bird. hobbies or special talents:   she’s got a knack for language learning. she likes to do wild shit like kayaking and rock climbing she just gets a kick out of it.   makes a mean pie.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to carina bay? what do they like most about the town?

holly was born in cookeville,   tennessee.   she moved to carina for college and then just never left.   she feels tied to the town,  in a strange way.   she likes the ocean,   and the clear mind it gives her,   and feels strangely liberated away from her family,   who’s always been a strong presence in her life.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

holly is smack in the middle of five siblings.   she was notably the Softie of them all,   and it wasn’t uncommon for her older siblings to pick on her and try and get a rise out of her.   they all get along decently now,  but because of their range in age,   they’re all in different phases of their lives,   and don’t get together much.   she loves her parents and has no real big complaints about them.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

holly’s afraid of letting Fear control her.   she worries that she misses out on opportunities to be living her life to its fullest because she’s afraid of what would happen if she took a risk or did something out of her comfort zone.   and i feel like she’s decently open about this:   she believes in the importance of sharing things like this,   not only for her own sake,   but that of other’s.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

i think holly is the kind of person that very easily confuses loving someone and being in love with someone,   and doesn’t realize maybe that they’re two different things.   which leads to her getting her hear broken quite a Bit.   biggest heart-breaker in her book goes to jonah easily though.   the line between love and in love there is just the most blurry and it really tears her up that they just can’t seem to get things right.

05. your character is doing intense spring cleaning. what is easy for them to throw out? what is difficult for them to part with? why?

homegirl can’t get rid of anything she’s too sentimental.   she just reorganizes and hopes for the fucking best.

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

probably holed up in the coffee shop nursing whatever seasonal iced tea is Hot and working on translating a microwave manual like that’s fulfilling 2 her in the slightest.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

fourth of july at her family’s house was always a big deal.  her dad would host a big cookout for her neighborhood and all her family and their friends would come over and bc its tennessee where laws are fake they got the Good fire works and had a fucking Blast

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

holly’s upset when there isn’t a Clear solution for things.   her optimistic resolve can be easily blocked and when it is,   when there’s nothing she can be working towards to create a solution,   she gets frustrated.   she needs to step away from things and take a moment to compose herself in these moments.

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

her mom burned magnolia scented candles that were perfume-y enough to overpower the scent of any food that came out of the kitchen.

[tina-aumont]

Tina Aumont confessions: "I wanted to become a nun, but I found love" (IV/IV)

Interview by Piera Fogliani Photos by Giancarlo Bonora Milan, July

- Which of your colleagues do you prefer? Professionally speaking, it is understood.

Tina - Among those of the last generation I adore Marlon Brando. Among the actors of today, I like Pierre Clementi and Gian Maria Volonté. Among the women, Faye Dunaway. - How did you work with Lucia Bosè? Tina - Very well. Too bad that his part is over. We already knew each other and reviewed each other with pleasure. On the set we had fun, Lucia was a nice colleague, particularly nice to me. - Is there a character you'd like to play? Tina - Many, unfortunately. But the most interesting have already been done. I feel capable of interpreting any character. A film that I would have loved to shoot is "Vaghe Stelle dell'Orsa". I have not seen anything so beautiful anymore. - What part do you play in the film "Arcana"? Tina - A petty-bourgeois girl who wants to marry and then goes to talk to a woman who reads tarot cards, to have a love filter. Then she falls into a trance and her subconscious takes over. So the girl makes love with the son of the fortune-teller and then her life ends tragically. I like the movie more than this role. I do my part with pleasure, it is logical, but without excessive enthusiasm, because I am not at ease in the role of a petty-bourgeois. But the film is fantastic. Treat problems that have always interested me. - What memories do you have of your ex-husband, Christian Marquand? Tina - I do not know what to say. We were married for three years and I was pretty unhappy, because he was not the right man for me. We had nothing to tell us. - How are your relationships with Frédéric? Tina - All right, I've already told you. It is a great love that has lasted for four years.

- When will you marry? Tina - Marry, me? Why? I have no intention of doing it. I find it a useless, absurd thing. A commitment in front of society is enough. Would you do it if you knew you were expecting a child? Tina - only if there is no other way to give this child the name of the father. - What did you find in Frederic that Marquand did not have? Tina - Many things. We are well together, we have the same tastes, the same way of thinking, and it is always a joy when we meet after being a few days without seeing each other, because of my work.

Do you have financial problems? Tina - Not really. Like everyone, at least. The electricity bill, the water, the payment to be paid. Now we live in a very large house in Paris that Frederic inherited from his grandmother, Teresina, who was Italian, from Trieste. and this is already a nice savings. - What would you change of the current society? Tina - Practically everything, especially in the relations between men and women. I am sure that in the end it will happen, although it will take a lot of time. - If you were the owner of the world, for ten minutes, what would you order? Tina - It would make all wars, arguments, all weariness and suffering stop. And I would like it to be a day-off for everyone. - Would you like to go to the moon? Tina - Personally, not. There is a lot to do on Earth. Also, I like to look at the Moon from afar: it's much more romantic.

Scans and caption from Spanish magazine Cristal (October 1971) and Oggi Illustrato (9th October 1971).

[loopistyle]

Yesterday I spent some of my morning watching SS21 fashion shows that @fayedelanty and I exchanged links to. Have you seen any yet? . . I do love the fact that we now have access go so many of them, my favorite was the Prada show. So clean and fresh, you could properly see each and every look . . Another favorite was @ullajohnson , a grateful introduction by Faye. I feel like that label really speaks to me and I do have a lot of clothes that are themed with their vibe . . I don’t watch to go out and buy anything from them, but more so to see what’s coming up and be inspired to recreate some of the looks with what I already have . . I am wearing 100% pre loved thanks to a vintage Italian vest I got via @ethnicaeclectica . . My magic Hmong Hill Tribe Pleated Skirt via @sfh_designs and pre loved @gucci belt via @brandname. Been with my pretty scarf via @vinniesshops . . @adidasoriginals and vintage earrings via @lovemeagainmarket . . @ambercharmjewellery made my amber bracelet, but the rest of my arm candy was made by my mum . . I took a close up photo so you can see all the accessories today, let me know what you think ☀️ . . #ethicalclothing #ethicalfashion #sustainablefashion #slowfashion #ethicallymade #sustainableclothing #vintageshop #ethicalfashionblogger #fashionrevolution #slowfashionmovement #circularfashion2020 #30wears #circularfashion #lowbuy2020 #styledsustainable #SpotMyStyle #realstreetstyle #oootd #secondhandseptember #circularfashionmakestheworldgoround (at Newstead, Queensland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFngK9fnjzF/?igshid=gp6lssw9w2xd