#gio volpe

[temporal-acquiescence]

is that what happened to Gio Volpe

Hey guys just a heads up there's a new scam going around where a gnome will disguise itself with orc facts and then steal all your berries. Stay safe out there.

[thinkinaboutambris]

you know you need to probably go to bed when you are watching the berry boy vines on repeat

[frink-o-matic]

I messed up a bottle of soap because I misunderstood how the pump worked, BUT... I think I fixed it.

[someoneihavelovedbutneverknown]

Oh ma god-

You will not take my berries.

Trick or treat 🥺

Have you seen my berries?

I will find my berries-

[konohacat]

I saw heathers today and omg it was amazing!!! the cast was great, my voice is legit sore from cheering but worth it

[saveallthethings]

The best vines tbh 

[ldc-tmb]

omg

u guys

i found my

🍇berries🍊

[sweaterhemmoo]

I'm just glad that Gio found his berries

[worldly-diversity]

Kaya Scodelario

SEND ME A FC AND I’LL MAKE UP A CHARACTER ON THE SPOTKaya Scodelario

Marianne Volpe

Daughter of Honest John from Pinocchio

She was born during the time villains were taken to the Isle and grew up hearing tales about her father. Her mother hadn’t expected to fall pregnant with her but decided to keep the child anyway, despite being the child of a scoundrel to say the least.

Her mother loved her well enough when she was a child and told her many a tale of the things her father used to do, in an attempt to scare the child away from that path. Instead, Marianne grew bitter towards Auradon for taking her father from her and, once she was old enough to attend Auradon Prep, demanded she be able to speak with him. This is arranged much like on parents’ day for the VKs.

She soaks up his attention and perspective on his stories like a sponge, and is rather determined to be like him, smart and cunning, better than the others.

BONUS CHARACTERRenan Pacheco

Gio Gatto

Son of Gideon from Pinocchio

Born a year and a half before the barrier was raised on the Isle, Gio was under the custody of his father, and was dearly loved. When Gideon realised his son would be taken to the Isle with him, considered guilty by association, he turned himself in rather than go into hiding on the condition his son would be allowed to grow up loved and safe in Auradon.

Gio was left at an orphanage that day as Gideon was taken to the Isle. So young he never understood quite what had happened, or why the father he vaguely remembered was no longer there. Not until much later, by which time the matrons at the orphanage had taken a great dislike to his mischief, despite the boy’s less than hostile intentions.

He came across Marianne by chance while they were still children and when he introduced himself yet didn’t seem to recognise her name, she took him under her wing. She taught him the stories of their fathers (for Gideon featured frequently in those of John’s) and they grew closer to the point of rarely being seen apart. Scornful adults would often compare them to their fathers, and neither saw any reason to change that.

Gio is fairly soft spoken and easily excitable, basking in the love his father can give him the few times they’re allowed to talk to each other. He’s grateful to Marianne for giving him a place to belong and an ideal to identify with. Gideon himself is a little wary of their friendship, but can easily see how much it means to his son, and leaves them be.

[waltzshouldbewriting]

The Klavier (Nacht Story 5)

Sirens blared, jerking Chay out of her daydream.  

It's just a drill, she reminded herself. It had been a week since the last aerial strike, and a ceasefire was being negotiated, but Sakai authorities would still want drills at a regular schedule. Just in case.

Chay sighed, shutting off her vacuum and walking towards the small bomb shelter in the basement of the house. She didn't know how Ms. Zuri kept her shelter, but she hoped it wasn't flooded like many of the public shelters she had been down before. She pushed open the trap door, lowering herself down onto the ladder, and descended down into the dark.

She landed on solid, dry ground, but coughed as dust began to stir. She put her hand against the wall, guiding her, as she searched for a light switch. She eventually found one covered in cobwebs. When she flicked the light switch on, two dim lights flickered on.

The room felt small, but only because the amount of stuff packed in. Three bookshelves and a small table were stacked with books, boxes, and chests, and a stack of paintings leaned against the wall. A lot of people kept valuables in the bomb shelter, but Chay had never seen one so crowded.  She was less surprised at the dust - Ms. Zuri and her children spent almost no time at home. Ms. Zuri's job at the hospital kept her there at night and often through the day, and her children slept over at their aunt's often.

At least it's not flooded, Chay said, dusting off a bench and sitting down. She leaned her head back against the wall, wishing she could do something. She was unused to being alone during drills - alone wasn't even in her family's vocabulary most of the time. Chay glanced around the room, wondering if it would be a breach of privacy to read any of the books. She glanced at a familiar book on the table, remembering reading it as a little girl. It was a well-known book, so it couldn't possibly be wrong to-

Chay frowned, realizing the weird shape of the table. It was taller than it was wide, with only a foot of width and a gentle slope down. It was made of the same wood as the bench, and Chay found herself starting to wonder...

No, she told herself. But she stood up anyways, walking towards the object. She picked up the books, jewelry box, and box of photos off of the top, and dusted it off.  The sloped part was definitely a lid, and she slowly began to lift it up.

"You're kidding," Chay muttered to herself, looking down at klavier keys. They were white on black, not black on white like the klavier Chay grew up with, and the notes were slightly out of tune. But it was a klavier.

Chay dragged the bench over and sat down, playing a quick scale. The keys felt cold to her touch, and the pedals creaked when she tried them out. Still, she hadn't even realized there was a klavier in the city, and even though it had only been a month since she last touched a klavier, it felt like an eternity.

Chay took a deep breath, bringing back memories of her last practices. What had she been learning again? It was a lilting song, kind of like a lullaby. How did it start again?

She gently played the starting chord with her right hand, repeating an arpeggiated pattern, and before she knew it she was pulled into the klavier.

"Dolce!"

Chay startled. She turned to see Ms. Zuri behind her.

"You've been hear for almost an hour," Ms. Zuri said, crossing her arms.

Chay blushed. "Sorry. I got... distracted."

"Your parents are probably worried," Ms. Zuri said. "You should hurry home."

Chay nodded. "You're right. I'll see you around."

"Dolce, your skirt is wrinkled," her mother chided.

Chay sighed, putting down her spoon of oatmeal. "That's what happens when you only have a small space to put clothes."

"You can do better," her mother replied.

"Maybe tomorrow," Chay replied. "I'm going to be late."

"Late for what?" Her mother asked.

"Oh, uhm, I promised Tarō I'd help out with... things before school," Chay lied. She finished the last bite of her oatmeal, grabbed her jacket, and sped out the door.

She jogged down the street, still having a free hour before she was expected at school - if it could be called that. She originally headed for her usual rooftop hideaway, hoping that maybe Matt or Volpe - her only two friends who knew her hideouts - would seek her out before she was stuck all day, but half-way there she decided against it.

I can't just go into her house without permission, Chay told herself, decidedly turning back on her original path.

Still, another voice argued. It's not like you're stealing anything. Chay stopped and turned back to her detour.

It's breaking her trust. I can't do that.

With a sigh, Chay turned back to her earlier path. But she looked back over her shoulder again.

"You know, it's gene-generally n-not a g-good ide-dea to look so co-confused in a city."

Chay sighed, turning to the voice of her friend. "Matt. How long have you been there?"

Matt was leaning against the wall of restaurant, munching on an apple.  He shrugged as an answer to Chay's question.

"D-don't have a b-better place t-to be," he replied. "You seem to have t-to many."

Chay sighed. "I just - I kinda want to - you know, it's complicated."

"I have t-time," Matt said.

"You know Ms. Zuri?" Chay asked. Matt nodded. "I was at her house yesterday, during the drill, and her shelter... well it has a klavier."

"A what?" Matt asked.

"It's an instrument," Chay replied. "More Erebuian than anything you've probably heard. But I grew up with it, and I... I miss it."

"So why c-can't you j-just ask M-Miss Zuri if you c-can pl-play it?" Matt asked.

"I-" Chay started. "I, actually, hadn't thought about that. She's usually on break about now, I think..."

"Th-then ask."

Chay nodded. "Right. That would be the logical thing to do." She gave Matt a smile. "See you tonight?"

Matt nodded. "See you."

"You stood me up!" Volpe complained, coming down the ladder.

Chay flinched, once again interrupted mid-song. "Is it that late already?"

Volpe sighed. "You know, you never practiced this much back when you lived with a klavier."

"I guess I took it for advantage," Chay said.

"I feel a little taken advantaged of," Volpe complained.

"It's not like it was a date," Chay argued. She immediately flushed at the thought, and quickly covered up the remark. "There's five of us."

"Yes, but I prefer hanging out when you're there," Volpe said. He also seemed a little flushed. "I mean, well,  Tarō is too competitive for me to handle without you there."

"It won't happen again," Chay said. "It's just... nice to have a way to escape. Really escape."

Volpe smiled. "It must be. You should be heading back. You're family will get nervous."

Chay sighed. "You think they'd realize I can handle myself by now."

"Where have you been going recently?" Gio demanded, blocking her way to her room.

"Why do you care?" Chay asked, crossing her arms.

"You seem... happier," Gio said.

"I'm always happy," Chay said.

"Not like this," Gio replied. "You're like, energetic happy."

"Must be all of those fruits I've been eating," Chay replied. "Now, move."  

"You see, that's not happy," Gio said.

"I'll make you unhappy," Chay replied. "If you don't move."

"I just want to know how you're doing it," Gio argued. "We're all suffering here. If you know some way to help that, tell us. Or just me."

"And have you impede on my only sense of peace?" Chay asked.

"I wouldn't do that," Gio promised. "I'm here all the time, Chay, looking after Zandro and Vic. I need an escape."

"Fine," Chay relented. "Just try not to ruin mine."

"This is someone's house," Gio noted.

"I have permission," Chay replied.

"Sure," Gio said, but he didn't argue as Chay unlocked the house with the key she had been entrusted. She led Gio down the stairs to the trapdoor, and opened a trapdoor.

"That's a bomb shelter," Gio noted.

"Just full of observations today," Chay replied. "Come on."

The room was still dusty and cluttered, and Gio coughed as he stepped down from the ladder. Chay flicked the switch on and walked over to the klavier, and lifted the lid.

"No way," Gio said, walking up to the klavier. "Does it work?"

Chay nodded. "Remember how to play?"

"A little."

Gio and Chay sat side by side on the bench. Gio played a five-note sequence on the keys. "It's even in tune. Almost."

"Just be careful of the middle D," Chay said. "It keeps sticking. And the C5 and C sharp 5 play at the same time, when you hit the C sharp. It's very annoying."

"Still, I didn't expect to see one of these on this side of the country," Gio commented. "You remember that duet we used to play?"

"Nope," Chay replied. "But I can teach you a more advanced one."

"You weren't that much better than me," Gio answered.

"I was," Chay said.

"Even if you were, you can't say that," Gio continued. "I'm the older sibling. It's just the way things work."

Chay rolled her eyes. "Whatever makes you feel better, Ei."

[bluebeetle]

Two things about this ep:

I know green fugo is ugly but I do appreciate the fact that they gave him Strawberry blond hair instead of straight straw yellow blond like gio

Loooove the cape they gave purple haze. Thought it was weird to see in the ed but it fits well now

Also I still hope they do a purple haze feedback ova...I know they changed the backstory stuff but tbh I’m fine with that bc it wasn’t the core of the story yknow. It was important but tweaking it doesn’t necessarily ruin phf, so I’m still hoping... it’s just rly good and I stilll forever love how fugo uses purple haze distortion against volpe

[doomdaysdecays]

what's your favorite vine?

i could never choose but gabriel gundacker & gio volpe vines are great

[romanticdykee]

I want to be gio volpe

[martindelp]

¿Quién es mejor, Lainez o la Chofis?

Hacía mucho que el futbol mexicano no veía el surgimiento de un talento como el de Diego Lainez. No es solamente su descaro y su capacidad, sino también el hecho de que Ricardo La Volpe le haya dado la titularidad en un equipo como el América a tan corta edad.

Por la posición, por el equipo que es, y por la rivalidad que tiene con el Guadalajara, no sorprende que de inmediato hayan surgido comparaciones con otro joven medio creativo, que también se llevó los encabezados hace unos meses. Javier “Chofis” López.

Por supuesto, donde los americanistas dicen Lainez, los chivas dicen “Chofis”, así que, para ellos, es difícil juzgarlos de manera más o menos objetiva. Yo no soy ni uno ni lo otro, así que intentaré hacerlo, y puedo decirles desde ya, que hay uno que tiene mucho mayor potencial que el otro.

Empecemos con lo que sucede en el presente. Por el momento, no cabe duda que el mejor jugador es el chiva. López ha jugado muchísimo más que Lainez, 10 partidos de liga, contra sólo 3 del americanista. Además, lleva ya cuatro años de experiencia como profesional a cuestas. La ventaja es importante.

Dicho esto, por lo visto en la cancha, la diferencia no es tanta. “La Chofis” lleva un gol en el torneo, y ninguna asistencia. El torneo pasado tuvo uno y una. Son números muy pobres para un jugador que debería marcar diferencias en el plano ofensivo. Tiene chispazos de genio, pero no ha sido capaz de reflejarlo donde cuenta.

Pero lo que realmente le juega en contra es la edad. A los verdaderos cracks, los que trascienden, se les nota desde muy jóvenes. A los 16 años Messi ya era considerado por Ronaldinho como mejor jugador que él. Con 17, Cristiano volvió loco al Manchester al punto que Sir Alex Ferguson lo compró de inmediato.

En México, lo mismo. Los mejores jugadores ofensivos del Tri tanto de ahora como de antes, ya marcaban diferencias desde chicos. Gio, Vela, Moreno, Chícharo, Ramón Ramírez, todos ya habían explotado antes de los 22 años que tiene López. Incluso Cuauhtémoc, que fue el más tardío tuvo su primera gran campaña, la 94-95, cuando tenía 21.

Los únicos que suelen tardar más son los 9 de área, cuyas principales virtudes no tienen que ver con el genio sino con el esfuerzo, la colocación y el primer toque, digamos, Oribe Peralta o Luis Hernández. Ellos suelen explotar más tarde, pero estaremos de acuerdo que Javier López no tiene ni mucho menos, esas características.

No cabe duda que la “Chofis” tiene talento, y lo ha mostrado en chispazos. Eso me hace pensar que, por su edad, aún puede convertirse en un buen jugador, con un techo, digamos, como el de Marco Fabián. Con posibilidades de ir a Europa y jugar un papel en la selección, pero hasta ahí.

Con Lainez es diferente. Hacer lo que hace está muy bien, pero hacerlo a los 16 años es francamente impresionante. Le falta madurar, como es lógico y tiene mucho que mejorar, sobre todo en cuanto a decidir se refiere, pero su talento natural es innegable. Hace muchos años un entrenador me dijo, “al futbolista se le ve desde cómo para el balón”. Lainez lo hace mejor que cualquier mexicano que he visto a su edad.

Obviamente, de aquí al estrellato hay mucho camino. Tendrá que saberse adaptar a la fama, sobrevivir a las lesiones, rogar porque los centímetros que aún crecerá no lo hagan torpe, encontrar buenos maestros en la cancha y buenas guías fuera de él. Pero, a diferencia de López, si todos los balones botan de su lado, puede ser un jugador de verdad especial, de esos que hay uno por generación. El tiempo dirá.

Y para que no digan que sólo hablo de Chivas y América, en mi página de Facebook escribiré en las próximas horas sobre otros jugadores menores de 20 años que pueden romper el futbol mexicano. Los invito a seguirme.

[alissaarenee]

Friendship ft. Gio Volpe #Showerbuddies