#italian isle

[songsintheattic]

[jareckiworld]

Fabrizio Clerici (1913-1993) — The Guest [oil on board, 1975]

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Frederic Leighton (British, 1830-1896) Montague and Capulet Reconciliation, 1855

[anthrofreshtodeath]

18. Hello/goodbye hugs that linger. Good hugs are just 🤗 Maaaybe combined with 25. Finding comfort in their scent?

I chose 18 - here we go!

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Maura flashes her Chief Medical Examiner’s badge to the sheriff’s deputy sitting at the front desk in this small station just outside of Holyoke. It’s late. One or two in the morning late. And the only reason that the lanky young man even looks in her direction is because her jurisdiction covers the entire commonwealth, even all the way out here in Hampden County, and she’s wearing more designer than he’s probably ever seen in his life. 

Her hair’s done up, her eyes boast the smokiest shadow they’ve had since the last wedding she attended, and her dress’s neckline doesn’t even pretend to be modest. That’s where his eyes land when he nods to her and opens the side door that will lead them to the back of the building, where the drunk tank resides.

She approaches, heels authoritative on the linoleum, and nods to him when she gets to the door. “Thank you, Deputy… Healy,” she tells him, and she means it. He tips his hat to her with one hand on his kit belt, then tosses his head in the direction they’ll be going.

“No problem, Doc,” he says, those Western Mass vowels coming through. They have to walk through mahogany desk bullpens and past interrogation rooms that look like they haven’t been updated since the seventies. “Long night?” he asks simply to avoid passing the time in silence.

He must be half a foot taller than Maura, at least, and she stares at his back as they walk. She folds her jacket over her clasped hands, the ones in front of her hips, and shrugs even though he can’t see her. “A wedding,” she answers. “For a colleague in the drug control unit. As you saw, things got a little… out of hand,” she makes sure to name-drop BPD to help their case in any way possible.

Healy laughs. “Yeah well, let’s just say I don’t think the guy they popped is gonna be pressing charges,” he says to her. “Just around this corner.”

Sure enough, when they turn, the one cell in the middle of the floor, with two wooden benches and bars all around, comes into plain view. In it is Jane, in a black suit and her best silk white shirt, all dotted with blood. Could be her own, could be someone else’s.

Could belong to the man next to her: Rafael Martinez, the groom of the evening. He certainly looks happy now, a huge grin on his face despite the fact that he’s currently spending his wedding night in jail. “Hey, Doc! You made it. Thank god,” he exclaims. He stands up and claps once, rubbing his palms together in victory. 

Maura shakes her head when Healy fiddles with the keys until he finds the right one. “Maria is not happy. She’s outside, by the way. They only let her in the waiting area because I happen to be the Chief Medical Examiner of the entire Commonwealth. The Commonwealth,” she admonishes him. 

As soon as the bars swing open, Rafael is out. He grabs Maura and kisses the side of her face roughly. He is annoying, but endearing. “Ah, she’ll understand. I don’t know why she decided to invite her sleazeball ex anyway. But that’ll teach him to try and sabotage the next wedding he goes to, eh?” Rafael looks back at Jane, who hasn’t gotten up and hangs her head. When she looks at him because he’s paused, he takes his bruised fist and swings it through the air in slow motion. “Pow. You still got it, Rizzoli. Now excuse me. I gotta go find my wife.”

“Deputy Healy?” Maura asks once Rafael has turned the corner, “would you give Detective Rizzoli and I a moment?” Again, maybe emphasizing the fact that everyone in the drunk tank is law enforcement lessens their consequences. She tries.

Healy seems to be convinced, however, that there won’t be any. “Sure thing, Doc. I’ll be out front so we can process paperwork when you’re ready.”

“Of course,” she says. She waits until he leaves, until his utility boots squeak further and further down the hall, to step into the cell. 

“Never been so happy to see you,” Jane sighs, finally standing. She hurts, that Maura can see: bruised ribs, a barking shoulder, and a scraped knee, all in addition to the angry red circle on the side of her mouth, a small but deep cut in her lip. 

“Except for when you nearly drowned in the Atlantic Ocean?” snarks Maura. “I leave for five minutes…” Her consternation is mixed with a little bit of happiness and pride.

“Excuse me, more like fifteen minutes at least,” Jane retorts. She comes as close as their bodies will allow without touching. “And Maria’s not my favorite person but she’s good for Rafa. I wasn’t gonna let some bozo mess it up.”

“So you punched him?” Maura raises a suspicious brow.

“Rafa punched him! After he threw a drink in my face,” Jane shouts, then quiets. “I didn’t start it. You know I never start things.”

“Yes well, you always finish them. Even when sometimes they should be left unfinished. When I came to see what all the commotion was about, the three of you were tussling in the bushes! I know the family that owns that property, Jane. Personally,” Maura says. She doesn’t pull away, though. And she smirks when she smells that spilled whisky all over Jane’s front, combined with dirt and Jane’s perfume. 

Jane senses the game, she must, because then she smiles, too. “You haven’t hugged me yet,” she tells Maura, with a theatrically jutted lower lip, “aren’t you happy I’m ok?”

“I’d be happier if you weren’t possibly facing charges,” Maura says in resistance. 

Jane plays up her position by placing a tired hand on Maura’s shoulder. Maura shivers when skin touches skin, even if it’s just a sliver or so. “He won’t, if he knows what’s good for him,” Jane growls.

“It’s his right,” Maura counters. 

“Maura.”

“Yes, Jane?”

“Just hug me.”

So Maura does. Jane is taller and broader and in pain, but somehow Maura folds the detective into her embrace just right. They aren’t together, not yet - though this feels like they will be, very soon, because Jane’s head rests on her shoulder and Jane’s hands spread wide one above the other on her back. One of those hands creeps up to the nape of Maura’s neck, possessing her, lingering closer, longer than a hug hello between friends. 

Jane breathes, then Maura does. Jane sinks, and Maura holds her up. “Let’s go home?”

Jane doesn’t say to Maura that they have separate homes, because she doesn’t have to. She just says, “Ok. First we got a date with Healy, though, yeah?”

“A date I’ll accept. With Healy, however? Not so much,” Maura scrunches her nose, but holds out her arm for Jane to take.

Jane does and they amble toward the bullpen and then the exit. “If not with Healy then with who?”

“Whom,” Maura corrects, and she leaves it at that. She makes sure to wink when Jane looks her way, however.

[enbysiriusblack]

cuban hope lupin and italian lyall lupin who travelled the world together before they had remus, learning languages and cultures and meeting people from everywhere.

and remus lupin who's never gone further than newport, half an hour away, constantly reading of the rest of the world. imagining being able to go there, to explore the world.

[minijenn]

Not me already planning a trip to Orlando in 2025 to just stand in the Mario and HTTYD sections of Universal Epic Universes, crying in the immense heat of the Florida sun over mushrooms and dragons or childhood nostalgia and new fandom adoration or whatever

[ireonic]

getting Christmas out of the way so I can focus on my true love (Valentine's Day)

[sad-writer]

My main headcanon about TSP is that if Stanley uses ASL/BSL to communicate with The Narrator he uses the sign that means “talk” to refer to him.

For those who didn’t know sign language doesn’t have names, you can sign your name when meeting someone, but most of the time you’d be given a specific sign that represent your name. For example, my aunt’s called Melissa, and is referred to with the sign that means “tea”. It can be literally anything tho.

[vox-anglosphere]

Osborne House - a winter villa designed by Prince Albert that became Queen Victoria's final home in 1901

[accessibleaesthetics]

Here is a (non-exhaustive) list of free resources for different sign languages:

American Sign Language (ASL)

Australian Sign Language (Auslan)

Australian Indigenous Sign Languages

Black American Sign Language (BASL)

Brazilian Sign Language (LSB)

British Sign Language (BSL)

Chinese Sign Language (CSL)

Emirati Sign Language (ESL)

French Sign Language (LSF)

Italian Sign Language (LIS)

Indian Sign Language (ISL)

International Sign Language (IS)

Irish Sign Language (ISL)

Japanese Sign Language (JSL)

New Zealand Sign Language (NZSL)

Mexican Sign Language (LSM)

Plains Indian Sign Language (PISL)

Polish Sign Language (PJM)

Ukrainian Sign Language (USL)

Yolŋu Sign Language (YSL)

Please feel free to add on if you know of others, be it more resource for one of the sign languages above, or resources for learning any of the other 300 plus sign languages.

Edit: I updated the ASL reference to Bill Vicars, but reminder that these are just things I found around, please find Deaf teachers wherever possible! And for ASL, lifeprint.com is another wonderful resource.

Please also check out Lingvano if you want to learn American Sign Language (ASL), British Sign Language (BSL) or Austrian Sign Language (ÖGS). This app has D/deaf teachers and is designed for people who can only spend 5 to 20 minutes a day on learning and practicing, so it's very handy for those with busy schedules! Only the first few lessons are free though, then it’s around $10 a month.

[missbadgyalariiii]

il mulino

welcome to sunny isles

-photo by me

[songsintheattic]

[incorrectmarvelquote]

Tony: If you could be any other race, what would it be?

Peter: I guess Italian or-

Tony: [to Thor] I think you’d be a good Maui

Peter: Maui is a place. I think you mean Māori

Tony: Do I?

Peter: Maui is a fucking Hawaiian island.

Tony: Oh

Peter: If you could be another race would you want to be the fucking Isle of Man?

Thor: [laughing]

Peter: Do you wanna be Iceland?

Tony: I hate it when you do your brain shit

Peter: I can’t remember what you call these people but they live up in Lapland and look after Reindeer-

Thor: Elves

Peter: Sure

Peter: They make amazing shoes and stuff

Thor: Yes anything you want, a Playstation, a dirt bike-

Peter: Please stop.

Peter: I can’t remember what you call these people-

Tony: Inuits?

Peter: It’s not that, it’s like whatever the Finnish version of that is

Thor: Fin-uits

Fury: This meeting has gotten away from us

[psikonauti]

Tullio Crali (Dalmatian Italian,1910-2000)

Belle isle, 1957

Oil on canvas

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

David Rossi x Deaf daughter reader

Summary: Rossi has to take his daughter to his work, but the team start tlaking to ber but of course she deaf so she can't hear them so she starts using ASL to talk but none of them understand her until Rossi walks in (they all thought she was rude)

I love this idea!

Third person pov...

Y/N Rossi loves her Dad, really she does but sometimes the Italian surprises her sometimes, such as now.

The teenager stares at her Dad with a deadpan look, Rossi rolls his eyes. 'Don't give me that look, come on It will be nice for you to finally meet them' signs Dave as his daughters face doesn't change.

So Dave changes his approach. 'Please Pumpkin for me' he signs, the Italian couldn't believe he was literally begging his teenage daughter to come meet his new team at work.

A man of his age doing this who would of thought, Y/N continues staring at her Dad before sighing softly giving up, She watches as her Dad cheers ans claps his hands.

The Agent then walks around the kitchen isle and hugs his daughter tightly kissing her cheeks with a smile Y/N relented and hugged him back jsut as tightly.

When her Dads pulled back he started signing again. 'Thank you sweetie, arw you ready to go?' He asks her, Y/N thinks for a moment before nodding.

'Let's go!' Sighs Dave before Him and Y/N walk out of the door and into the car. "I can't believe I let you do this' signs the teenager crossing her arms.

Her Dad smiles and signs back. 'Because you know you want to meet them too' He signs as his teenager pouted, Dave continues smiling whole drive to his work.

Timeskip...

Once they arrive Y/N is nervous, she is nervous as hell. Even her Dad could tell she was nervous.

The Dad ruffles his daughters hair playfully making the girl smile and look up at him. 'They will love you Honey, don't worry' he promised, Y/N smiled she knew she could trust her Dad.

Taking a deep breath Y/N got out if the car, Rossi lookedat how grown up his daughter was and smile like a proud papa bear.

He locked the doors and wrapped an arm around Y/N who welcomed the familiar touch, the two Italians the  make their way into the building and into the elevator.

'Almost there' signs Dave letting his daughter know it was almost time.

Y/N squares her shoulders and walks Confidently out of the elevator and onto the floor, Dave holds her hand and walks the teenager into the bullpen where the others were talking and laughing.

Y/N looks around at everything around her wanting to look at everything, As they walked closer to a group of familiar looking people. Y/n had seen a picture of everyone before and heard all thr stories from her Dad.

"Children! Settle down children" Yelled Dave successfully getting everyone to shut up. Four of them glared at Rossi but soon turned into laughter, it must be a usual greeting for them.

"Guys I want to introduce you all to my Daughter Y/N, Y/N this Is everyone" Rossi introduces turning to face hid daughter when he spoke.

The deaf teen can read lips but not that well, she is better at sign language. Seeing the confusion on her face Dave discreetly signs what he said to them, Y/N nods her head. "Hi im Y/N" she says softly the teen gets smiles from the team.

A blonde woman shoves the tall black man forward, the man holds his hand out to Y/N , Y/N takes it with a smile. she then shakes everyone else's hands. "nice to finally meet the daughter Dave is so proud off" says the intimidating man, this made Dave glare at him.

Y/N let out at laugh she understood some off what he said. Rossi watches as his daughter bonds with his team, then he feels his phone off, of course its his editior. he answers the call and taps Y/Ns shoulder getting her attention.

the older man then signs something to her which the teen understands. "go i'll be fine" she whispers to him, Her dad smiles and kisses her forehead before leaving.

The teen then actually looked at the room around her, she then saw her dads office, he said she could sit in there if it all got to much for her, As the girl was looking around the others were trying to get her attention but it was like she couldn't hear them.

"How about we show you around?" questions Emily, but the girl acts like she didnt hear her, Derek then tries but like Emily was ignored, the man was getting a bit pissed off with her. "of course she behaves when Daddy is here, but once he leaves shes completely different" Says the tall man.

He looks over at the giel for a hint of her hearing them, once again nothing. "my turn" says Emily, she then reaches forward, behind her she can hear Spencer shout something but she didnt hear him.

what happened next what almost in slow motion, Emily touches the back of Y/Ns hand, this made the teen flinch, she yanked hard and Emily let go, her breathing became heavy she was almost hyperventilating.

Wider E/C eyes darted around like she was a terrifed prey watching its predator for its next move, the team freeze in the actually fear in her eyes. The teen backs away from the six adults holding her hand.

Suddenly her hands begin flying around at a rapid pace. 'wheres my dad? why isnt he back yet' 'please dont touch me' 'im deaf sorry i cant hear you' suddenly Spencer gasps, he understands why she was acting like that. 

As he looks at Y/N she looked as if she was about to have a panic attack so the youngest member pulled the others attention to him, this helped Y/N calm down a little, while they were distracted Y/N took this as a chance to run to saftey.

The teen turned and ran up the ramp to the second floor and straight into her dads office, the girl begins pacing around the room in anxious circles, why did she react like that she hadnt had a bad reaction like that in years.

Years ago when the girl was first learning to sign, she got startled all the time because she obviously couldn't hear anything, at the start her Dad had to turn the lights on and off before he went into a room so he didn't scare Y/N.

over the years she got better and now recognises when her Dad touches her hand, she knows it him and feels safe. right now all she wanted was her Dad, tired of pacing the teen leans against the wall and crouches down crying into her arms.

Back with the team Spencer was telling them about his theory. "guys i think i know why she was acting like that" he says making them all look at him. "then tell us pretty boy!" yells Derek.

"i think she is deaf, before you say anything think about it about how she was acting, when Hotch was talking she was watching his lips and when Rossi used his hands instead of speaking to her when he left, it all makes sense" he tells them, it was silent before guilt settled on them like a rock.

"shittt" mutters Emily, now she felt guilty for touching her know wonder she was so scared. As the team were feeling guilty they didnt notice Rossi had returned until the elder man spoke. "hey guys wheres Y/N?" he asks them, they all turn to the man with guilty expressions.

he raises an eyebrow "did something happen?" he asked, Hotch then told him what happened. "shit, i completely forgot, yes Y/N is deaf and uses Sign language to talk, i complete forgot to tell you all" Explains Rossi before the dad runs to his office, he opens the door with one hand and flicks the light.

As he walked further in he saw a scene that broke his heart, his baby girl was curled up on his floor crying her eyes out, he hasnt seen her cry this much since she was a kid, "oh mia bambina" he whispers before kneeling next to his daughter and pulling her into a hug. 

They stayed like that until Y/N was ready to face the team again.

the end!

hope you liked this oneshot, i didnt know what else to put sorry if it isnt as great as my other ones. as usual so sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes.

request are open!

word count: 1486

[deafmangoes]

A Dish With Good Intentions

So that bit where they try to make Marcille's "local cuisine" is funny to me, and I want to explore it a bit.

Firstly, the finished product.

It's, uh. basically ramen. Delicious, but...

Izutsumi being the Voice of Reason in Marcille's absence, and pointing out to the boys that they got completely the wrong idea (she's right, it turns out, because Marcille's 'home cuisine' is basically Italian and they've made it Japanese).

From the Adventurer's Bible, we know that Marcille and Laios come from the same place (the Northern Continent), while Senshi and Chilchuck come from the Eastern Continent, and Izutsumi the Eastern Isles. The cusine of the Eastern Isles is traditionally Japanese: rice is the staple, while the North, East and Southern Continents seem to have a more 'modern' Japanese style: lots more things like noodles, breads, pies, and what we might think of as fusion cuisine. It's why no one in the party (except Izutsumi) thinks of Senshi's cooking as unusual. Aside from the ingredients, it's the sort of dishes they'd eat normally.

But the elves have Italian food.

We get hints of that during the bit where Marcille's talking with the Canaries, but it's not really spelled out explicitly: this chapter is the only time you get real evidence for it.

Why?

Because while Izutsumi's right about one thing:

And she correctly surmised that Marcille's "home" cuisine is different from what they usually eat:

(Look at her she's adorable)

Senshi, Laios and Chilchuck weren't just being ignorant - they had no reason to suspect that this ramen dish wasn't correct, because...

... Marcille's "home" cuisine is her mother's native elven one. Of course Laios would assume she eats the same stuff he does! That's probably why he gets stuck on the idea of 'udon' instead of 'pasta'.

So yeah, this bit amuses me simply because it turns out Marcille's "hometown food" wasn't local at all, she grew up eating "foreign" food!