#matteo piano

[multifandomboii]

My newest obsession:

Them, aka the best boys (another win for them today! 🔥)

[volleyymaster]

[dhufflebee]

@powervolleymilano Milano-Civitanova nelle 📸📸 di @alessandro_pizzi72

[cole-palmer]

we are so back

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Il Centro di Oggi mercoledì, 04 settembre 2024

[adrianomaini]

Il 4 dicembre del 1944 rappresenta per la città di Ravenna una data fondamentale

Bulow sul balcone del Palazzo Comunale di Ravenna. Fonte: Ravenna Today cit. infra La situazione è bloccata. Il fronte è fermo. Un altro inverno di occupazione? No, bisogna fare qualcosa. Parole molto comuni fra i partigiani dell’Italia ancora occupata, pensierosi di fronte alla sconfortante prospettiva di trascorrere anche l’inverno del 1944 sotto la dominazione nazifascista.Questa paura è…

[bagnabraghe]

Il 4 dicembre del 1944 rappresenta per la città di Ravenna una data fondamentale

Bulow sul balcone del Palazzo Comunale di Ravenna. Fonte: Ravenna Today cit. infra La situazione è bloccata. Il fronte è fermo. Un altro inverno di occupazione? No, bisogna fare qualcosa. Parole molto comuni fra i partigiani dell’Italia ancora occupata, pensierosi di fronte alla sconfortante prospettiva di trascorrere anche l’inverno del 1944 sotto la dominazione nazifascista.Questa paura è…

[ropebuny]

could you please post a list of kinky movies???

other than Secretary cause I already know that one haha

I actually haven’t seen that one yet ! it’s been on my watchlist for forever, I need to get around to watching it. and I haven’t actually seen many kinky or erotic movies unfortunately, so pls ignore how bad this list is but. I did my best ok. also pls keep in mind I haven’t seen every single one of these listed movies yet but I added them because their descriptions seemed to fit in here

bloodsisters: leather, dykes, and sadomasochism (1995) dir. michelle handelmann

videodrome (1983) dir. david cronenberg

crash (1996) dir. david cronenberg

from beyond (1986) dir. stuart gordon

good boy (original title: meg, deg & frank) (2022) dir. viljar bøe

belle de jour (1967) dir. luis buñuel

blue velvet (1986) dir. david lynch

the night porter (1974) dir. liliana cavani

venus in fur (2013) dir. roman polanski (🤢🤢🤢🤢)

venus in furs (1969) dir. massimo dallamano

sleeping beauty (2011) dir. julia leigh

the slave (1969) dir. pasquale festa campanile

liza (1972) dir. marco ferreri

the laughing woman (1969) dir. piero schivazappa

the forbidden photos of a lady above suspicion (1970) dir. luciano ercoli

the punishment (1973) dir. pierre-alain jolivet

successive slidings of pleasure (1974) dir. alain robbe-grillet

the story of o (1975) dir. just jaeckin

crimes of passion (1984) dir. ken russell

tightrope (1984) dir. richard tuggle

seduction: the cruel woman (1975) dir. elfi mikesch, monika treut

tie me up! tie me down! (1989) dir. pedro almodóvar

female misbehavior (1992) dir. monika treut

bitter moon (1992) dir. roman polanski (🤢🤢🤢🤢)

basic instinct (1992) dir. paul verhoeven

bound (1996) dir. lilly & lana wachowski

strictly speaking (1998) dir. kirk demorest

tops & bottoms (1999) dir. christine richey

first love (2004) dir. matteo garrone

s&m judge (2009) dir. erik lamens

be my slave (2012) dir. tōru kamei

kink (2013) dir. christina alexandra voros

wetlands (2013) dir. david wnendt

folsom forever (2014) dir. mark jensen

mr. leather (2019) dir. daniel nolasco

saint-narcisse (2020) dir. bruce labruce

divinely evil (2020) dir. gustavo vinagre

I cut your flesh (2020) dir. samhel

the pleasure of rope (2015) dir. bob bentley

fetishes (1996) dir. nick broomfield

venus in furs (1995) dir. maartje seyferth, victor nieuwenhuijs

new love in tokyo (1994) dir. banmei takahashi

the bedroom (1992) dir. hisayasu satō

beyond vanilla (2001) dir. claes lilja

the piano teacher (2001) dir. michael haneke

salon kitty (1976) dir. tinto brass

the duke of burgundy (2014) dir. peter strickland

pvt chat (2020) dir. ben hozie

in the basement (2014) dir. ulrich seidl

leap year (2010) dir. michael rowe

fruits of passion (1981) dir. shūji terayama

o fantasma (2000) dir. joão pedro rodrigues

a snake of june (2002) dir. shinya tsukamoto

islands (2017) dir. yann gonzalez

querelle (1982) dir. rainer werner fassbinder

sex, lies, religion (1994) dir. annette kennerley

love (2015) dir. gaspar noé

moonlight whispers (1999) dir. akihiko shiota

cruising (1980) dir. william friedkin

trans-europ-express (1966) dir. alain robbe-grillet

[ilpianistasultetto]

Ho un grande dubbio..Ma se per molti italiani e' giusto investire e poi passare sopra al corpo di chi poco prima ti aveva scippato lasciandolo morto a terra, sara' anche giusto che io dia una revolverata in bocca a una donna che ha parcheggiato la sua auto in doppia fila fuori dal parrucchiere per un'ora facendomi perdere un appuntamento importante per il mio lavoro? E sarebbe anche giusto sprangare l'inquilino del secondo piano che ogni sera alle 20 lava per mezz'ora il suo balcone con un getto d'acqua potente mentre sto a cena con amici nel mio giardino sottostante, tanto da inzupparmi come un biscotto OroSaiwa dentro una tazza di latte? E potrei sperare nella benevolenza di tante persone se spacco la testa e la spina dorsale a uno dei ragazzini che imbratta la serranda del mio negozio? Spero anche di essere perdonato se mando un ragazzo neopatentato all'ospedale con gambe e braccia rotte perche' m' ha tamponato l'auto acquista da nemmeno un mese dopo tanti sacrifici per racimolare il gruzzolo per comprarla? Per favore, toglietemi questo dubbio, anche se in parte il dubbio me lo ha tolto Matteo Salvini: «Dramma, ma conseguenza.di un crimine".. @ilpianistasultetto

[volleyymaster]

[girlstalkmichael]

Some green flag characters in tv shows/movies in no particular order

Part 1

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Loyal till the very end

Funny

Carries the whole show on his back

His bromance with Scott is ICONIC (literally the no. 1 bromance in teen dramas)

Do I need to say more

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

Husband material right there like his love for Amy is the healthiest out of this world love

Immaculate sense of humor

Amazing in his job

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

A literal cinnamon roll

Took a beating from his mum to give Katniss a loaf of bread so she won't die of starvation. Selfless king

Michael Cordero Jr (Jane The Virgin)

Husband material alongside my man Jake Peralta

Supportive af

Loves Matteo like he is his own kid

Literally besties with his wife's dad (aka drama king Rogelio De La Vega)

Loyal and as you know loyalty is super sexy

Manuel Gutiérrez (Bia)

His romance with Bia is the healthiest non toxic romance in DCLA main ships

Supportive

Nice & kind

So sweet

He can sing and play piano (his voice is sooo good)

Símon Álvarez (Soy Luna)

Sees the best in others (aka his whole relationship with Ambar)

Will do anything for his friends (literally traveled from Mexico to Argentina on his own to be with Luna)

Can sing and play guitar AND roller skate (like what can't he do)

Wrote bops like Eres & Valiente

Gaston Perida (Soy Luna)

He's a super nice jock

Always tries to knock some sense into Matteo (just really his bromance with Matteo)

Super supportive of Nina/Felicity and her boundaries (like when she asked him to dance with her blindfolded as she was not ready to reveal herself to him yet and he accepted)

Federico Paccini (Violetta)

Always there for Ludmila and helped her through all her mother's abuse

Really nice and cute

Has the voice of an angel

Sarcastic and funny

My first childhood crush (and better believe I'm not over him yet)

Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things)

The cutest human being to ever exist

The smartest person in the whole of Hawkins

Super funny

His bromance with Steve & Eddie is brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, complety never been done before

Has the cutest laugh ever

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light - Ch. 9 - Moments

Slow Burn | Refuge | Decision | Mend | Hunger | Thin Mints | The Garden | Philip |

Author's Notes: Not thrilled with how this one turned out but I needed to get some ideas out of my system that aren't quite developed enough to be their own chapter. It fills in some gaps and gives them a break before the next, much whumpier chapter.

Content Warnings: brief use of mind control, that's about it. This one is pretty light.

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One more night becomes a week, and then another.

Dante never asks Matteo to leave, and Matteo never asks to if he wants him to. Neither wants to know the answer.

-

After learning what he did about the vampire, Matteo feels it's only fair to share a little about himself. One quiet evening, Matteo joins Dante in the living room and just starts talking. He expects Dante to be indifferent or even annoyed, but instead is met with rapt attention.

"I was pretty boring until a few years ago," he begins. "Had a job, a little place, I was dating." He clears his throat and starts fussing with the hem of his shirt - which is in fact one of Dante's or possibly Philip's shirts, he isn't quite sure.

"I met this guy I really liked and we started dating, sort of. It always felt like I was more into him than he was into me."

"So people are okay with that now? You being with another man?"

"Some of them," Matteo replies. "More than there used to be but still not enough. Depends where you go."

"I see. Sorry, continue."

"Well, there's not much else. He got me into some trouble. A lot of trouble, really - "

He catches the trepidation on Dante's face and quickly adds,

"I'm not wanted by the cops or anything. Like I said...no one is looking for me. But I...changed. And I knew if I stayed there I would hurt people. So I left."

Every time Matteo gets close to telling the whole truth, he diverts at the last moment. That would change everything and he isn't ready for this to change yet. But he makes a firm promise to himself to hide during the full moon, lest he put Dante in danger.

"Where did you go?" Dante asks.

"Nowhere, really. I move around a lot. I'm not sure there's a place for me anywhere anymore."

Dante sits back in his armchair and silently reflects on Matteo's story. He doesn't press for details, which is a relief but makes Matteo feel twice as guilty for being so vague.

"When you got here," Dante says after a while, "you were in bad shape. Can I ask...what happened? Were you attacked?"

"Sort of. Some guy caught me on his property and chased me into the woods with a gun. I got cut up on branches and stuff."

That much is, technically, true.

"And after all that you still gave me your blood?" Dante muses aloud.

Matteo shrugs, trying not to feel too proud of himself considering he was only there in search of shelter. Dante was never part of the plan.

"You were in worse shape."

Dante doesn't disagree. "I never did thank you for saving me."

"Well...I never did thank you for the place to sleep."

"Mm. Glad to know my life is at least worth a bed."

It takes Matteo a moment to pick up on the dry humor. Dante isn't smiling, but there's a glint in his eyes.

Matteo wonders what that somber face would look like smiling or laughing. He wouldn't be like the man in that old photograph, not anymore. Sorrow has weighed on him too heavily for too long. But maybe it would be beautiful in its own way.

Maybe he'll even get to see it.

-

Despite his often morose demeanor, Dante is a gentle soul who feeds stray cats and leaves seeds out for the birds even though he'll never get to see them enjoy it in the morning.

Living alone almost fifty years has left him with no shortage of eccentricities. He talks to himself, never has the same routine two days in a row, takes long walks alone at night, and stores blood in mason jars in the refrigerator.

His knowledge and hobbies have been shaped by what is available to him in the house - the books in the office library, the grand piano in the living room, Mrs. Townsend's knitting and needlepoint, an assortment of games and puzzles.

And, as it turns out, basic cable.

"How in the hell did you manage that?" Matteo asks, staring at the old but functioning television.

Come to think of it, the house has electricity and running water. He never even questioned it, and suddenly he has so many questions.

"A very large savings account," Dante explains calmly. Then he looks sheepish. "I may have...borrowed Philip's identity."

Matteo stares at him.

"...I'm not proud of it."

"No, no, I don't care about that, but what happens if something breaks? Or if someone from the company comes by?"

"There's this - this thing I can do. It's probably easier if I just show you."

Dante's eyes gleam unnaturally bright in a way Matteo has only seen a couple of times before.

"Pick up that book. Balance it on your head."

All other thoughts disappear; Matteo obeys without question.

As soon as the spell is broken he snaps back to reality and the book drops to the floor.

"How...wait, did you do that?"

"No. You did."

"But you made me do it."

"Yeah. I can make someone think they were never here. It isn't harmful...I think. And I swear I didn't use it on the Girl Scouts."

Dante seems uncomfortable admitting to using this skill, but Matteo is unperturbed. Even a little jealous - his condition doesn't come with any cool powers.

"What about shopping? I guess you don't have the internet...but maybe the home shopping network?"

"No...no mail. It's not worth the risk of someone stopping by every day."

Matteo chews his lip, thinking.

"I have an idea. What if I went shopping for you? I can go out in the daytime. And I could get some real food...not that I don't appreciate the cookies! What do you think?"

Dante looks stunned.

"You'd do that for me?"

-

The next day, while Dante sleeps, Matteo follows the path of the winding, overgrown driveway to a main road and follows that until he finds a small shopping plaza. It's a long walk but he feels stronger and healthier than he has in a long time.

That evening Matteo sits back with a bowl of soup and watches as Dante eagerly goes through the bags. He had only requested a few new books, the most recent newspaper, and some new pens and pencils, but Matteo threw in some extras just because.

I owe him for letting me stay. That's what he tells himself.

It's all going too well. He should know better than to get comfortable anywhere...or with anyone. As the waxing moon grows larger each night, Matteo knows he should leave.

But he doesn't.

[sayitaliano]

Hi! I'm looking for Italian songs that are calm, soft-spoken, acoustic (only voice + piano/guitar), without any passionate loudness mid-song, modern (after 2000), preferably by some lesser known artist. Something like „Du bist so schön“ by Alin Coen, but Italian. The closest thing I've found is „Occhi di Ghiaccio“ by Hanami. Do you have any recommendations? Indie Italia on Spotify is no help (popular indie singers like Gazelle and Dente are not my cuppa and older singers like Pausini, Ferro and Mengoni whenever they start soft they get loud as the song goes on). Thanks!

Ciao!

It's a very specific kind of music you're searching for and to think about examples (it not even being my cuppa in Italian and probably not that common either) is not that easy for me tbh. Spotify/Youtube don't suggest you any similar songs right after (or down below) you finish listening to "Occhi di ghiaccio" (or maybe if you try to create a new playlist with it and any other song of your like)? It kind of worked for me, especially when I listen to single songs and let Spotify suggest new ones for me.

Hmm.. Zero assoluto (Sei parte di me, for example) do not get loud mid-song but it's not that they really made acoustic piano-songs (guitar is very present in each of their songs). Perturbazione (Agosto), don't get too loud either, but again it's not acoustic. Matteo Romano (Concedimi)? Nyv (Per favore)?

Anyway, if anyone has better suggestions, please write a comment or send them :)

[gregor-samsung]

" Vengo invitato come relatore a un convegno di tre giorni a Torino, un workshop internazionale con decine di partecipanti. Non conosco nessuno di questi colleghi, ma apprezzo la circostanza di un ambiente del tutto nuovo e di gente mai vista. S. è morto da sei mesi. Al ristorante dell’albergo dove si svolge il convegno i posti non sono assegnati e alla prima pausa per il pranzo mi ritrovo a dividere il tavolo con un relatore olandese, un afroamericano di Miami, una canadese, un belga, una brasiliana e un altro italiano, di Roma. L’imbarazzo iniziale dura poco, ci troviamo a discorrere come se ci conoscessimo da mesi, amici di lunga data. La casualità che ci ha riunito allo stesso tavolo si trasforma all’istante in un legame. Finiamo per trascorrere insieme il resto di questi tre giorni. Il convegno, i pranzi, le cene, le serate fuori a bere nei bar della città. Essere sconosciuto fra sconosciuti è rilassante, l’atmosfera di unità che si è venuta a creare fra noi, destinata a durare una finestra di tempo così limitata, ha qualcosa di magico. Ognuno di noi lo riconosce.

L’ultima notte del convegno faccio un sogno eccezionale. Sono in un enorme luna-park e mi aggiro incuriosito fra le diverse attrazioni. Giungo a una giostra composta da una ruota orizzontale alla quale sono agganciate una serie di seggioline a due posti. Decido di salire e ne occupo una da solo. La giostra si mette in moto e dapprima gira piano, poi acquista velocità e comincia a piacermi parecchio. Anzi, mi dico che era tanto che non salivo su un’attrazione del genere e che avevo dimenticato quanto potessero essere divertenti. La velocità del carosello si fa vertiginosa, ormai non riesco neppure a intravedere i volti degli occupanti degli altri seggiolini, è tutto troppo frenetico e confuso, ma questa folle velocità invece di preoccuparmi mi fa ridere fino alle lacrime. Poi il mio seggiolino si stacca dal resto della giostra e comincia a schizzare verso il cielo. Non provo alcuna paura, al contrario ne sono estasiato. Sto volando incontro al cielo, il vento nei capelli, la terra che si allontana sotto di me, sto compiendo un viaggio imprevedibile ed è una sensazione stupenda. Con un’improvvisa intuizione razionale mi rendo conto che sono felice, felice come non ero da mesi. Ed è a quel punto che accade: sento la voce di S. al mio fianco, che nell’orecchio mi sussurra: “Questa felicità è il mio regalo. Buon compleanno”. Mi risveglio all’istante. È la mattina del 18 aprile: me ne ero dimenticato, ma è il mio compleanno.

Questa felicità è il mio regalo. A oggi è il sogno più bello che abbia mai fatto. "

Matteo B. Bianchi, La vita di chi resta, Mondadori, 2023¹; pp. 144-145.

[therand0mwriter]

Piano Lessons-Prologue

Bowser x female!reader

[WARNING: This takes place after the Mario Bros movie, there will be spoilers.]

After finding tiny Bowser in Peaches castle, you beg him to teach you how to play the piano. You eventually get him to agree, and it seems a friendship blooms from the lessons... and maybe something more?

[Unedited]

*Y/N's POV*

"Hey, Y/N!"

"Hi, Y/N."

You look behind you to see your two favorite cousins, Mario and Luigi. You smiled, "Hey, Mario! Hi, Luigi!" Mario started to nervously wring his hands, "So... what are you up to right now?" His tone and the look on his face said everything. You lost your smile, "What do you want?"

Mario's shoulders dropped at being caught, "We really need some help at Peaches castle. They're short-handed right now and we need someone to help with the cleaning. You would get a room in the castle and when you're not cleaning you're free to do what you want! You're the only one we trust." Mario ended with a smile, hoping you would agree.

You were silent as you thought about it. "How long would it be?" You ask. "No more than a month," Luigi answered, "We would really appreciate it, Y/N." You rolled your eyes then smiled, "You goofs, of course I'll do it." The brothers cheered and wrapped you up in a hug, jumping up and down.

*Time Skip*

"Ma, I'll be okay!" You laughed as your mother kissed your cheek for the hundredth time. "Just be careful, my baby!" She had tears in her eyes as she pulled away. "Of course I will! Plus, Mario and Luigi will be there with me too." You gestured to your cousins waiting behind you. Your father nodded to them and they nodded back. "You two keep my daughter safe now, you hear!" He sternly pointed to the brothers. "Pa!" You raised your voice in a scolding tone. "What?! I need to make sure my little girl is safe!" He responded. Mario chuckled, "Don't worry, Uncle Matteo and Aunt Gia. We'll keep her safe."

"See you in a month, my love!" Your mother called after you as you and your cousins left. "Geez, for being a grown adult and living by myself, my parents act like I'm still a child." You complain out loud. "At least they do that, our parents barely notice when we're gone." Mario chuckled as he lifted a manhole cover, letting Luigi and you climb down.

You three made your way down the tunnels and to the giant green pipe. "Alright, let's lock arms to make sure we don't get separated." Mario said, him and Luigi already doing so. They locked their opened arms with yours and you three made a circle. "Lets-a go!"

The three of you ran into the pipe until it sucked you in. This was your first time going to the mushroom kingdom, so to say you were surprised was an understatement. Your eyes sparkled at the pink clouds and different lands you could go to.

The three of you landed in a heap once you made it to the mushroom kingdom. You all groaned as you climbed off of each other. You looked up and gawked at the sight in front of you, "Woah..." Red and blue mushrooms of different sizes were everywhere. And off in the distance, you could see Peaches castle.

"Think you can keep up?" Mario smirked at you before running off, jumping on mushrooms. "Oh ho, you're on!" You said competitively, sprinting off after your cousin. "M-Mario! Y/N! Wait up!" Luigi calls, running after the two of you.

*Time Skip*

All three of you made it to the castle, Mario was the first to arrive with you seconds behind him. While you and him were catching your breath, Luigi eventually made it, only a few minutes behind. "Glad you could join us." You smiled at him, Luigi rolling his eyes at you but also smiling.

You made your way into the castle and met Princess Peach. From the short time talking to her, you gathered she was kind and sweet. She had a mushroom person show you your new room for the month. There was a large bed, wardrobe, and bathroom. You were told there would be clothes provided for you so you only had a backpack full of other items you would need. You placed your backpack onto the bed and made your way to the wardrobe, opening it. Sure enough, there were different types of clothing.

You then made your way to the bathroom. Toilet, large vanity, and an even larger bath. You noted that you'll have to break that in tonight.

You were then given a tour of the castle. As you were passing a room, the mushroom person didn't say anything about it like he was doing with the other doors. "Hey, what about that room? What's in there?" You ask, pointing to the door. "Don't go in there, it's off limits." The mushroom person replied.

Mario placed a hand on your shoulder, "That's where we keep bowser. He's mean and dangerous, so don't go in there please." Luigi also placed a hand on your shoulder, "At least not without supervision." Mario nodded at his brothers words.

*Time Skip, 1 week*

You could say you were officially settled in. You got used to your new work schedule of cleaning rooms and occasionally other places that were short-handed. You've seen the entire castle now and knew where everything was. Well, you haven't seen the entire place. You haven't been in Bowser's room. The only time you saw someone go in and out of there was to deliver the Koopa King food. But that was it, and no one was in there longer than five minutes.

Curiosity was nawing away at you, you wanted to see him for yourself. You've tried asking Mario and/or Luigi, but both of them were busy helping rebuild buildings and shops. So, you came up with a plan.

It was late afternoon and you finished your duties early, but nobody knew that. You moved your cleaning cart near Bowser's door. You looked around, there was nobody. You tried the door nob, it was unlocked. 'Huh. You figured they would have this locked.' You thought to yourself.

You crack the door open an inch and peek in, you didn't see anything. You look behind you one more time and when you saw no one, you fully stepped in, closing the door behind you.

To be continued...

[pontipines]

Westeros ma sono le regioni italiane! feat:

L'alto piano è la zona di Toscana/Umbria/ Emilia. C'è la cittadella che è Bologna dei poveri, hanno le sommosse politiche,sono ricchi ma si fingono maledetti bohemien. Cersei odia Margaery perché è una maledetta comunista e mette a repentaglio i valori della famiglia . Mace Tyrell è un vero umarell che passa la vita a guardare i cantieri mentre la famiglia complotta!

Le terre del Ovest sono la Campania perché solo il sud™ poteva produrre i Lannister.(e lo so bene io,che sono campana E ho una famiglia di biondi/occhi verdi,me compresa!). Cersei come sopra è quel tipo di donna del sud che siccome ha i soldi e si è trasferita nella grande città si è elevata rispetto ai terroni,ma continua a raccontare i fatti suoi a chiunque come se fosse al mercato di Torrione. Castel Granito diventa Castel dell'Ovo. I Rayn dimorano nel Maschio Angioino e i Lannister per denigrarli li chiamano "Castel Nuovo".

Approdo del Re è il Lazio, per ovvie ragioni. Siccome la squadra di calcio di Robert ha perso il campionato contro la Roma ora lui pretende di abbattere il Colosseo. Roccia del drago è collocata nel Molise perché solo una terra di nulla può ospitare il castello dove vive Stannis Baratheon. Per chi se lo chiedesse: Il Vaticano è l'equivalente del Tempio di Baelor.

Le terre dei fiumi sono la Lombardia perché vogliamo essere geograficamente accurati. Robb è riuscito ad allearsi con loro perché ha fatto leva sui separatisti padani,anche se Cat non è convinta perché "non lo so mi sembrano un po' radicali",e infatti questi si ricicleranno qualche hanno dopo come sostenitori della Westeros unità. Walder Frey ha costruito tutta la sua fortuna capitalizzando sul Ponte Coperto di Pavia, perché si.

Sempre per coerenza geografia le terre della tempesta sono in Veneto. In particolar modo Capo Tempesta è a Belluno. Come con i Lannister:solo la terra delle bestemmie poteva produrre i Baratheon.

Le isole di ferro solo la Sardegna. Un po' per motivi seri (in epoca romana era effettivamente ricca di ferro ed altri materiali simili,sono un isola) e un po' perché mi diverte pensare che Euron sembri parlare in valyriano ma in realtà è dialetto sardo

Umbria e le Marche sono la Valle, perché l'assassino di Jon Harryn può tranquillamente essere avvenuto a Gubbio (se solo Westeros avesse avuto don Matteo)

Vi ricordate quel discorse™ sui siciliani dove la gente non riusciva a decidersi se erano italiani o PoC? Ecco, Tumblr fa la stessa cosa con i Dorniani! Lancia del Sole Castello Svevo lascia le altri regioni di sasso perché "Svevo? Ma questi non erano solo arabi/spagnoli??". Inoltre in HotD Gawayn da del terrone a Criston Cole quindi direi che abbiamo anche la giusta dose di campanilismo

Il Nord manco a dirlo sono Piemonte e Val d'Aosta. Cioè guardate il castello di Fénis e ditemi che non è Grande inverno. Hanno pure il meta lupo sullo stemma lo so che dovrebbe essere un leone argentato shhhh. Gli starkettini sono bilingue e lo sfruttano a loro vantaggio:Sansa a dato della stronza a Cersei in francese e poi lo ha spacciato come un complimento. Pure la Liguria è compresa perché fa tipo l'attaccatura dove si trovano i Manderlyn,che infatti non vengono presi sul serio.

Round Bonus: come aveva suggerito @mircallaruthven ,i Targaryen sono i Arbëreshë,che essenzialmente sono la comunità italo albanese. Loro sono per lo più ortodossi quindi abbiamo anche il conflitto con i democristiani di Westeros. Pure lo stemma è adeguato!