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this-machine-runs-on-coffee · 3 months

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"THE BALLAD OF JANE DOE" 2015 SONG CYCLE VERSION THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)

I got obsessed with the old versions. "Play To Win" might be done one day and Noel's Lament with the added verse will surely be done one day. I've changed a few thing I have wanted to change for a while on the official "TBOJD"'s adaptation for a while but don't feel like it's in time to do so anymore.

ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)

(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)

JANE: ALCUNI DIRAN CHE NE SIAM FUORI MUOVENDO MARGHERITE, DOPO CHE MUORI MA IN FIN DEI CONTI, SIAM SOLO MORTI ALDILà, PARADISIACO DOV'è LA MIA ANIMA? IDILLIACO AVERE TESTE ATTACCATE AI LORO CORPI NON PER ME NON PER ME NON PER ME NON PER ME NON HA SENSO TEMER LA MORTE MENTRE ARRIVA LA NOSTRA SORTE POICHé I VERMI NECESSITAN DEI NOSTRI CUORI C'è SOLO UNA PAURA RICORRENTE QUI L'ANIMA MIA, è PRESENTE? O STA MARCENDO IN TRAPPOLA TRA I MIEI PORI? ANIMA MIA ANIMA MIA ANIMA MIA ANIMA MIA OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH AH-AHH! SENZ'ANIMA, CORP'INNOMINATO NIENTE STORIA, CHE PECCATO CRUDEL'ESISTENZA FU SOLO UNA FARSA OH SAN PIETRO, FAMM'ENTRARE CHI IO SON STATA DOVRAI SAPERE NON MI DIRAI INFINE CHI SON IO? CHI SON IO CHI SON IO CHI SON IO CHI SON IO CHI SON IO CHI SON IO CHI SON IO CHI SON IO OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH AH-AHH! E DAL TERRENO SOTTO DI ME SENTO L'ANGOSCIA DI CHI PIù NON C'è CORO: 'N COR CHE COMPLETO MAI è JANE: COME UNA VECCHIA DIMENTICATA MELODIA UNA CANZONE CHE NESSUNO SA DIMENTICATO COME FA SOLO JOHN E ME SEMPR'E PER SEMPRE UNA JANE DOE NESSUNO A PIANGERE O A FRIGNAR NIENTE ASCENSIONE NEL CIELO DA FAR CORO: NESSUN'A CANTAR, NESSUN'A SOSPIRAR JANE: TUTTI NATI PER FATICARE E INTRAPPOLATI'N BARE ORA NESSUNO VIVO SA ED ECCO COME VA SOLO JOHN E ME SEMPR'E PER SEMPRE UNA JANE DOE E MI CHIEDO PERCHé, DIO? SE QUEST'è COME MUOIO, DIO? PERCHé RIMANER SENZA FAMIGLIA E AMICI?

NESSUNA CELEBRAZIONE SOLO 'STA CONSOLAZIONE CRONO MANGIA TUTT'I SUOI FIGLI ALLA FINE

'NA MELODIA L'ARIA ATTRAVERSA QUANDO CALA'L SILENZIO, NESSUNO S'INTERESSA? CORO: CHI S'INTERESSA? JANE: 'N'ALTRA TRISTE, DIMENTICATA MELODIA 'N'ALTRA CANZONE CHE NESSUNO SA ED ECCO COME VA SOLO JOHN E ME SEMPR'E PER SEMPRE UNA JANE DOE CORO: (E MI CHIEDO) E SI CHIEDE PERCHé, DIO? JANE: PERCHé, PERCHé, PERCHé, PERCHé CORO: NON è MODO DI MORIR, DIO JANE: NESSUN'A CANTAR, NESSUN'A SOSPIRAR ORA CHE TUTT'è DETTO E FATTO NON C'è NESSUNO A DIRMI CHI SON IO? NIENTE CANZONI DI CELEBRAZIONE AH-AH-AH-AHH CORO: SOLO STA TRISTE SPECULAZIONE JANE: AH-AHH COME JOHN SARò ETERNAMENTE UN NOME DIMENTICATO DA QUALCUN'ABBANDONATO SOLO JANE JANE DOE

CORO: 'NA MELODIA L'ARIA ATTRAVERSA QUANDO CALA'L SILENZIO, NESSUNO S'INTERESSA? CORO + JANE: JANE DOE

So, direct translation! (used in this [and in this sometimes!] to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)

JANE: SOME MIGHT SAY WE’RE OUT MOVING DAISIES, AFTER YOU'RE DEAD BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY (quite literally at the end of the count but figuratively and just as a set phrase it works), WE’RE JUST DEAD AFTERLIFE (it did give me that as a translation for kingdom come in Italian [wordreference I love you]), PARADISIACAL(/heavenly) WHERE’S MY SOUL? IDYLLIC TO HAVE HEADS ATTACHED TO THEIR BODIES (I needed to do that for a badly done rhyme) NOT FOR ME NOT FOR ME NOT FOR ME NOT FOR ME MAKES NO SENSE TO FEAR DEATH WHILE OUR FATE(/destiny) IS ARRIVING SINCE(/seeing as how [wordreference my beloved]) WORMS NEED OUR HEARTS THERE’S JUST ONE REOCCURRING FEAR HERE MY SOUL, IS IT PRESENT? OR IS IT ROTTING TRAPPED WITHIN MY PORES? MY SOUL MY SOUL MY SOUL MY SOUL OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH AH-AHH! WITHOUT SOUL, UNNAMED BODY NO STORY, WHAT A SHAME CRUEL EXISTENCE WAS ONLY A SHAM OH SAINT PETER, LET ME IN YOU MUST KNOW WHO I’VE BEEN (I've really put Who I've been you must know but it's the same thing for the meaning even though in English saying that would get me thrown off of a building probably) WON’T YOU TELL ME AT LAST WHO I AM? WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH AH-AHH! AND FROM THE GROUND UNDER ME I HEAR THE ANGUISH OF WHO ISN'T (here) ANYMORE CHOIR: A CHOIR (that) NEVER COMPLETE (is) JANE: LIKE AN OLD FORGOTTEN TUNE A SONG THAT NO ONE KNOWS FORGOT HOW IT GOES JUST JOHN AND ME FOREVER ETERNALLY A JANE DOE NO-ONE AROUND TO CRY OR WHINE NO ASCENT TO DO IN THE SKY (more literally in the sky to do) CHOIR: NO-ONE TO SING, NO ONE TO SIGH JANE: ALL BORN TO STRUGGLE(/work hard/have a hard time) AND STUCK IN COFFINS(/caskets) NOW NO ONE LIVING KNOWS AND THAT’S HOW IT GOES JUST JOHN AND ME FOREVER ETERNALLY A JANE DOE AND I’M ASKING WHY, LORD? IF THIS IS HOW I DIE, LORD? WHY REMAIN WITH NO FAMILY AND NO FRIENDS?

NO CELEBRATION JUST THIS (shortened form of "This" once again) CONSOLATION CHRONO EATS ALL HIS CHILDREN IN THE END

A MELODY FLOATS THROUGH THE AIR WHEN SILENCE LOWERS (itself) (I have wanted to change this for a long time and finally can), IS NO ONE INTERESTED? CHOIR: WHO'S INTERESTED? JANE: ANOTHER SAD, FORGOTTEN MELODY ANOTHER SONG THAT NO-ONE KNOWS AND THAT’S HOW IT GOES JUST JOHN AND ME FOREVER ETERNALLY A JANE DOE CHOIR: (AND I’M ASKING [myself]) AND SHE’S ASKING (herself) WHY, LORD? JANE: WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY CHOIR: THIS IS NO WAY TO DIE, LORD JANE: NO ONE TO SING, NO ONE TO SIGH NOW THAT ALL IS SAID AND DONE ISN’T THERE ANYONE TO TELL ME WHO I AM? NO SONGS OF CELEBRATION AH-AH-AH-AHH CHOIR: JUST THIS SAD SPECULATION JANE: AH-AHH LIKE JOHN I’LL BE ETERNALLY A FORGOTTEN NAME ABANDONED BY SOMEONE JUST JANE JANE DOE

CHOIR: A MELODY FLOATS THROUGH THE AIR WHEN SILENCE LOWERS (itself), IS NO ONE INTERESTED? CHOIR + JANE: JANE DOE

OG LYRICS (I don't know them either honestly but they are good. They are the result of @jup1ter-moon's transcription and my hearing and changing them where I thought they were different + the ones written under the YouTube video by @LYD7ADE3TZ):

JANE: SOME MIGHT SAY WE’RE RELEASED PUSHING DAISIES, DECEASED BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, WE’RE JUST DEAD KINGDOM COME, PARADISE WHERE’S MY SOUL? MUST BE NICE TO HAVE A BODY ATTACHED TO THEIR HEAD NOT FOR ME NOT FOR ME NOT FOR ME NOT FOR ME MAKES NO SENSE TO FEAR DEATH BREATHING OUT THAT LAST BREATH FOR WE ALL KNOW THE WORMS MUST FED THERE’S JUST ONE LINGERING FEAR OH MY SOUL, IS IT HERE? OR IS IT ROTTING SOMEWHERE WITH MY HEAD? OH MY SOUL OH MY SOUL OH MY SOUL OH MY SOUL OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH AH-AHH! OH, NO SOUL, AND NO NAME AND NO STORY, WHAT A SHAME CRUEL EXISTENCE WAS ONLY A SHAM OH SAINT PETER, LET ME IN YOU MUST KNOW WHO I’VE BEEN WON’T YOU TELL ME AT LAST WHO I AM? WHO I AM

WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH OOH-OOH-OOH-OOH AH-AHH! AND FROM THE GROUND BENEATH MY FEET I HEAR THE ANGUISH OF THE STREET CHOIR: A CHOIR NEVER COMPLETE JANE: AND LIKE AN OLD FORGOTTEN TUNE A SONG THAT NO-ONE KNOWS FORGOT HOW IT GOES JUST JOHN AND ME FOREVER ETERNALLY JANE DOE NO-ONE AROUND TO MOURN OR CRY NO GREAT ASCENT UP TO THE SKY CHOIR: NO-ONE TO SING, NO ONE TO SIGH JANE: ALL SPRUNG FROM WOMBS AND STUCK IN TOMBS NOW NO-ONE LIVING KNOWS AND THAT’S HOW IT GOES JUST JOHN AND ME FOREVER ETERNALLY JANE DOE AND I’M ASKING WHY, LORD? IF THIS IS HOW I DIE, LORD? WHY BE LEFT WITH NO FAMILY AND NO FRIENDS?

GOT NO CELEBRATION JUST THIS CONSOLATION TIME EATS ALL HIS CHILDREN IN THE END

A MELODY FLOATS THROUGH THE AIR WHEN SILENCE FALLS, DOES NO-ONE CARE? CHOIR: DOES ANYONE CARE? JANE: ANOTHER SAD, FORGOTTEN TUNE ANOTHER SONG THAT NO-ONE KNOWS AND THAT’S HOW IT GOES JUST JOHN AND ME FOREVER ETERNALLY JANE DOE CHOIR: (AND I’M) AND SHE’S ASKING WHY, LORD? JANE: OH WHY, OH WHY, OH WHY, OH WHY CHOIR: THIS IS NO WAY TO DIE, LORD JANE: NO-ONE TO SING, NO-ONE TO SIGH NOW THAT ALL IS SAID AND DONE ISN’T THERE ANYONE TO TELL ME WHO I AM? NO SINGING SONGS OF CELEBRATION AH-AH-AH-AHH CHOIR: JUST THIS SORRY SPECULATION JANE: AH-AHH LIKE JOHN I’LL BE ETERNALLY A FORGOTTEN NAME SOME LOST REFRAIN JUST JANE JANE DOE

CHOIR: A MELODY FLOATS THROUGH THE AIR WHEN SILENCE FALLS, DOES NO-ONE CARE? CHOIR + JANE: JANE DOE

#this machine runs on coffee adapts “ride the cyclone” songs in italian #rtc #rtc musical #ride the cyclone musical #ride the cyclone #jane doe ride the cyclone #jane doe rtc #jane doe #rtc jane doe #the ballad of jane doe #song adaptation #in italiano #i'm sorry

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DRACULINA no.1 • cover art • Collette Turner [Feb 2022]

One child, two destinies: who is the daughter of Lilith of Drakulon? Is she a streetwise runaway human preteen, or is she Vampirella's deadly siren nightstalker evil twin? Two souls linked by a reality-jumping demon struggle for control of their own destiny as Draculina, Lilith's first and most beloved daughter, is brought into Vampirella's reality and linked to an alternate version of herself by a cursed candle which warps reality when lit, swapping Draculina with her other possible "self"-a tough homeless preteen struggling to make it on her own while being constantly drawn into Draculina's schemes. Establishing a secret identity for herself as "River East", high-profile socialite daughter of the missing and presumed dead Lilith Ogden Eastaughffe, Draculina presses forth with a secret, evil agenda of bloody retribution against everyone who's ever done her wrong, with only Katie-her alt-self-standing between her and her deadly goals. Draculina is a wild, fast-paced ride through the literal reverse sensitivities of our altruistic Vampirella, brought to you by Vampi scribe Christopher Priest and Vengeance of Vampi artist Michael Sta. Maria! Buckle up for one dark, wild ride!

Comic • 32 pages • $3.99 US

#DRACULINA no.1 #Collette Turner #Michael Sta. Maria #Christopher Priest #Ivan Nunes #Draculina #daughter of Lilith of Drakulon #Vampirella

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renmackree · 1 year

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Could you do nr. 5 with sterek please? I love these!

I absolutely can :3

Prompt me up!: Open

5. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Stiles took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he toed his shoes and socks off. The fresh packed dirt was still loose from this afternoon, barely hours cold. For a moment, Stiles wondered if this was the right place, but the spiral of aconite was enough for him to confirm that this was the grave of a wolf. A stupid, self sacrificing, people pleasing wolf. He grabbed the items he needed, putting each one on the packed dirt in it's place - Urn of Osiris, Vino de Madre, black candles, and a strip of bark from the Nemeton. Slowly he placed each item in the urn and lit the black candle before setting the spiral of flowers ablaze.

Stiles buried his toes in the dirt and began chanting the spell:

"Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us. Before time and after, before knowing and nothing. Accept our of--"

"Is this really going to work?" A voice interrupted him, Stiles blinking as he turned to see Eli standing holding another candle.

"Did Lydia scream?" Stiles asked, cocking a brow at the teenager. Eli thought for a minute and shook his head, pressing the candle a little closer to him. "Then we have a good chance if I can actually get the spell off."

Stiles cleared his throat again and lifted his hand.

"Osiris--"

"Who taught you this spell?" Eli interrupted and then closed his mouth again. Stiles could tell the boy was nervous. He had just watched his father burn to death only a night ago and no one had thought to call Stiles until Eli had tearfully called in his one favor Stiles had promised him. He really should cut the kid some slack.

"I found it in a book a while back in the Hale Vault, apparently they had gotten it after a Hellmouth collapsed in Sunnydale." Stiles offered another weary smile. "Now, kindly shut up so I can kick your dad's ass ok?"

Eli smiled a little, nodding.

Stiles, satisfied that the teenager wasn't going to interrupt again, began to murmur the spell.

"Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us. Before time and after, before knowing and nothing Accept our offering, know our prayer. Osiris, here lies the warrior of the people, Let him cross over. Osiris, let him cross over Release him!"

Thunder boomed across the sky, the candles light flickered and were snuffed out. For a moment, nothing happened. Stiles glanced into the urn and saw the bark had been charred to a crisp, the remnants of the Nemeton were unidentifiable among the other ingredients. They waited for a minute. Two minutes. Ten minutes. Still, nothing. It should have worked! He had given everything the damn spell had asked for!

"Are you fucking happy?!" Stiles cried at the sky. "Big cosmic joke, huh? You give me stupid--" he kicked the dirt with his bare feet. "--sparks of --" he kicked again, knocking the candle over, "--magic and for what? Party tricks? Stupid mountain ash circles?"

Stiles let out a roar of frustration, slamming his fist again into the headstone right over the words beloved Father. "You. Fucking. Asshole. Wolf. Come. Back." Stiles began to slam his fists over the words. Derek. Hale. Derek. Hale. Derek. Hale. Blood dripped from his knuckles as he shook his hands into the dirt itself, shaking his head. He grabbed the urn, picking it up and smashing it to the ground in frustration, watching as it shattered into a thousand pieces. The dirt now covered in ash, blood, and pottery.

Lightning cracked across the sky and the sound of a howl broke through in the distance as loud as the thunder. Stiles knew that howl, he'd heard that howl in his dreams. Eli and Stiles' heads whipped around, both of them scrambling towards the sound of the beast. Stiles hadn't even put his shoes back on, running through the trees towards the Preserve. Towards the Nemeton. Eli was faster, the teenager racing ahead of Stiles with earnest. Stiles pushed himself a little more until he almost ran into Eli.

Standing on the stump was a black wolf, head pulled back as it continued to howl into the night. Stiles took a step forward, holding his hand up as the wolf's eyes met his. Bright red flashed and the wolf stepped forward. Slowly the fur melted and each step became more and more human until Derek Hale was standing in front of Stiles. Eli ran forward, almost knocking Stiles off balance and wrapped his arms tightly against Derek's waist. The wolf winced, still clearly sensitive from his departure from this world, but he wrapped his arms around Eli tightly.

"Stiles." Derek's voice sounded rough, tense like he hadn't used it for a while. Like he had swallowed ash.

Stiles took a deep breath, walking forward. Eli broke his hug, taking a step back as he watched the two. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Stiles pulled his hand back and slammed it into Derek's face. He then grabbed the man and pressed their lips together as hard as he could, not even caring that he could taste Derek's blood on his lips from the broken nose.

"“Don’t you ever do that again!” Stiles growled loudly.

"Die?" Derek asked in clarification, though his voice seemed bemused.

"Die, sacrifice yourself, be a martyr, burn alive -- what ever. Never again. Not without my permission. You have to ask me now. 'Stiles please can I be a fucking idiot and die for no reason?'"

Derek swallowed hard, Stiles feeling it in the hands still tightly holding the wolf's face. "Nothing without your permission."

Stiles nodded, taking another deep breath. "That's better. Now. Let's find you pants."

#welcome to the hale mouth #sterek #inbox fanfiction #did ren actually do a movie canon thing?#yes yes they did

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thecourtjester12 · 6 months

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For the DCA fandom question thingie: 1, 5, 9, 16, 19, 20!

Thank you for the ask and the questions to answer from it! ^-^

how did you get here?

I'm a long standing FNAF fan! (not THE longest since I got into the fandom around late 2016 early 2017 just around when SL came out or a smidge before it really…) And when SB game out at first, from the trailer's at least; I wasn't TOO keen on the DCA's or how things would end up with the game, it was pretty out there to me. BUT! When it finally game out and watching GTLive play through it the daycare section (And Moon's part in partically) really drew my attention, was-and still is- my favorite part of the game, I grew attached to them and it grew from there!

I already had a FNAF special interest and in turn grew one for th DCA specifically as well!

if you make content, what's your favorite piece you've contributed?

Oh dear…this is a tough one….I'll start with written first It'd be a tie between 'System Overload' and 'Pretty Moon?' My first and 4th works with the DCA's they hold a bit of sentimentality.

As for drawing…While a bit of an Au drawing, this illustration of J-tol Moon (Moo) I just really love how they turned out ^-^ (Reminder to please use they/them for Moo!)

what do you think of the dca's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

I think they look neat! All the little details are fascinating and it makes curious how they would function if they had existed in the real world!

Along with that I generally have a fondness for celestal themed things (suns, moons, stars, clouds) along with star and striped patterns, I just think they're really neat, so the DCA's design really fits these lil things I enjoy! Andddddd……..Moon's design reminds me an itsy bitsy bit of little porcelain clowns I collect so that's neat!

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

That's hard to say…theres so, so, sooooo many wonderful things already in the fandom and so much wonderful creators and creations! Always new ideas and new twists on ideas, its amazing to see!

Maybe more….I wouldn't say crossovers….but more stories and other creations with the DCA's and older fnaf games and characters! I don't tend to see this very often but I LOVE all of FNAF and I love getting to see the DCA's interacting with previous games characters and lore and making twists so the DCA are appart of older games, like new timelines and all that its just so cool to see!

do you think you'd actually get along with the dca if you met them irl?

Ignoring the fact a first meeting irl with…any of them would….not be good (many reasons…. :' D) While I haven't watched HW2 yet I have the jist of things from it and…Sun? Maybe?

But…no strong guarentee….bit more likely with Moon but….also iffy cause…its Moon.

Eclipse tho, I'd probably have the best chance to get along with them (I have…been told by friends i am 'eclipse-core' and come across as similiar vibes to them at times?) So one yes, the other two….iffy unfortunately. (I'm moreso meaning on their end, I would Irl be cool with em all personality wise, but whether THEY would with me….less so :' D)

free space! talk about whatever's on your mind

Let's see let's see...While I will admit to having been a wee bit distracted with other fandoms past little bit, my love for the DCA and the fandom has not died out!

I've still been engaging in the fandom if a bit more...out of sight such as with some fun little projects with beloved friends both with the PDC au blog (tho limited on there >_<) and other things I can't say quite yet!

And a lovely little blog that.....well if you know of it and know it's me behind it....good on you for figuring it out! Unfortunately that little lovely is one you'll have to find on your own!

And while im a tad slow, I have been picking away at working on things for LSAU lots to do, lots to do before i can get into the fun stuff and start showing it off properly tho!

I suppose last but not least...I'll leave with this!

This wonderful story by ShivaCheshire! I've recently started reading it and its just really well written and captures the DCA beautifully! Would highly recommend (and its even better if you're looking for a long fic!)

#jesterposts #jesteranswers #dca fandom #long post

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johnpaulentereso · 5 months

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CONTACT INFORMATION

name: John Paul Entereso

address: sta. Lucia magalang pampanga

country: Philippines

contact no: 0962 081 7451

Gmail acc: [email protected]

Title: "Unbreakable Bonds: A Tale of Friendship, Love, and Appreciation"

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

- Peebee is a kind-hearted and appreciative individual who values her relationships deeply. She is resilient, open-minded, and committed to nurturing her friendships. Peebee is loyal, supportive, and always willing to embrace new experiences. She embodies the qualities of love, friendship, and gratitude, creating strong and lasting bonds with those in her life.

- Polpol is a kind-hearted and appreciative individual who values his relationships deeply. He is patient, selfless, and open-minded, always willing to lend a helping hand. Polpol is a devoted friend, offering support and kindness to those he cares about. He embodies the qualities of love, friendship, and gratitude, creating strong and lasting bonds with those in his life.

- Bae is a beloved and friendly cat who brings joy and sunshine into Peebee's life. Bae's presence is comforting and brightens Peebee's day. Bae represents the true meaning of unconditional love and the special bond between humans and their furry companions.

- Laup is a loyal and friendly dog who brings joy and companionship to Polpol's life. Laup's presence is a constant source of comfort and support, symbolizing the power of love and loyalty between humans and their furry companions.

TIME AND SETTING

Time:

- Daytime

- Sunset

- Sunny day

Settings:

- Peebee's living room

- Park

- Polpol's apartment

- Picturesque park with lush greenery

- Candlelit room

- Balcony overlooking the ocean

SYNOPSIS

"Unbreakable Bonds: A Tale of Friendship, Love, and Appreciation" is a heartwarming story that follows the journey of Peebee and Polpol, two kind-hearted individuals whose lives intersect through their love for their pets. When Peebee's beloved cat, Bae, goes missing, Polpol's compassion leads him to reunite Bae with Peebee, sparking the beginning of a deep friendship. As their bond grows stronger, Peebee and Polpol navigate the challenges of life, supporting and appreciating each other along the way. Their pets, Bae and Laup, also form a special connection, highlighting the power of love and companionship. Through acts of kindness, heartfelt conversations, and shared moments of joy, Peebee and Polpol discover the transformative power of appreciation, celebrating their friendship and the love that blossoms between them. This heartwarming tale reminds us of the importance of valuing and cherishing the relationships that bring light and happiness into our lives.

THE MEETING

Peebee's Living Room

(Peebee is sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book. Bae, her beloved cat, is curled up beside her, purring contently.)

Peebee: (smiling, gently stroking Bae) Bae, you truly are my ray of sunshine. Your presence always brightens my day.

(Scene shifts to Polpol walking his loyal dog, Laup, in the park. The sun shines warmly, casting a golden glow on the surroundings.)

Polpol: (grinning, patting Laup's head) Laup, my faithful companion. You're not just a pet, you're my best friend. I don't know what I would do without you by my side.

One day, while exploring the neighborhood, Bae wandered a little too far from home and got lost. Peebee was devastated when she realized that her beloved feline companion was nowhere to be found. Peebee searched tirelessly, putting up flyers and reaching out to neighbors in the hopes of finding Bae.

Luckily, Polpol, a kind-hearted animal lover, stumbled upon Bae in the park. He noticed her collar with Peebee's contact information and immediately reached out to reunite them.

(Scene transitions back to Peebee's cozy living room. The sound of a ringing phone breaks the silence. Peebee picks up the phone.)

Peebee: (curious) Hello?

Polpol: (friendly voice) Hi, is this Peebee? I believe I found your lost cat, Bae. I saw your contact information on her collar.

Peebee: (relieved and grateful) Oh, thank you so much for calling! I've been worried sick about Bae. I'll come right away to pick her up. Where can we meet?

(Scene shifts to Polpol patiently waiting with Bae at a picturesque park, surrounded by lush greenery.)

Peebee: (approaching with a mixture of excitement and relief) Thank you from the bottom of my heart for finding Bae. I'm Peebee, by the way.

Polpol: (warmly) Nice to meet you, Peebee. I'm Polpol. Bae is such a sweet and friendly cat. I couldn't leave her alone and wanted to make sure she found her way back to you.

(Scene ends with Peebee and Polpol shaking hands, their eyes filled with gratitude and the beginning of a newfound connection.)

Polpol's dedication and compassion played a crucial role in bringing Bae back to Peebee's loving arms.

THE BOND

Peebee's Living Room

(Peebee and Polpol are sitting on the couch, engaged in a heartfelt conversation. The room is filled with warmth and comfort.)

Peebee: (grateful) Polpol, I can't express how thankful I am for finding Bae. She truly means the world to me. You've brought her back to me, and I'll forever be indebted to your kindness.

Polpol: (humble) Peebee, it was no problem at all. Seeing the relief on your face when we reunited you with Bae was all the thanks I needed. Laup and I are always happy to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping paw.

(Scene transitions to a sunny day, Peebee and Polpol walking together with Bae and Laup, enjoying the fresh air and the beauty of nature.)

Peebee: (smiling, watching Bae and Laup playfully interact) It's incredible how well Bae and Laup get along. It's like they've formed their own special bond. They bring so much joy to each other's lives.

Polpol: (nodding in agreement) Animals have a way of connecting people too, Peebee. Just like how Bae and Laup have brought us together, their friendship is a testament to the power of love and companionship. It's a beautiful thing to witness.

(Scene ends with Peebee and Polpol sharing a genuine smile, their hearts filled with gratitude and a growing friendship. Bae and Laup continue to playfully run around, their energy and happiness contagious.)

The Power of Appreciation - A Heartwarming Tale of Friendship

THE POWER OF APPRECIATION

Peebee's Living Room

Peebee and Polpol sit on the couch, reflecting on their friendship.

Peebee: Polpol, I want to express my deep gratitude for your kindness and for bringing Bae back to me. You've shown me what true friendship means.

Polpol: Peebee, you've been an amazing friend to me too. I appreciate all the support you've given me, especially during tough times.

The scene transitions to Peebee and Polpol organizing a small gathering to celebrate their friendship.

Peebee: Let's invite our friends and family to join us in a celebration of appreciation. We want to show them how much we value each other and the love we share for our furry companions.

Polpol: That's a beautiful idea, Peebee. It's time to spread the love and gratitude that we have for one another.

The scene ends with Peebee, Polpol, Bae, and Laup surrounded by loved ones, enjoying the heartfelt celebration.

Closing Scene:

Peebee and Polpol sit on the couch, with Bae and Laup by their side.

Peebee: Our pets brought us together, and our appreciation for each other has strengthened our bond even more.

Polpol: Absolutely, Peebee. The power of appreciation is truly remarkable. It has brought us closer and made our friendship even more meaningful.

They share a heartfelt moment, symbolizing the enduring friendship between them and the deep love they have for their furry companions.

SEASON 2

The Power of Friendship

Season 2: Love Blossoms

EPISODE 1: A NEW CHAPTER BEGINS

(Scene opens with Peebee and Polpol spending time together, their friendship stronger than ever.)

Peebee: Polpol, our friendship means the world to me. You've always been there for me, and I cherish every moment we spend together.

Polpol: Peebee, you're an incredible person, and I feel so lucky to have you in my life. Our bond has grown so much, and I appreciate you more than words can express.

(Scene transitions to Peebee and Polpol experiencing moments of closeness and shared laughter.)

EPISODE 2: A SHIFT IN FEELINGS

(Peebee and Polpol find themselves drawn to each other in ways they hadn't anticipated.)

Peebee: Polpol, I've been feeling something more than friendship towards you. I think I'm falling in love with you.

Polpol: Peebee, I've been feeling the same way. Our connection runs deeper than just friendship. I believe I'm falling in love with you too.

(They share a tender moment, realizing the depth of their feelings for each other.)

(Another Scene: Peebee and Polpol are taking a walk in a beautiful park. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over them.)

Peebee: (smiling) Polpol, being here with you feels so magical. It's like the world fades away, and it's just the two of us.

Polpol: (grinning) I feel the same way, Peebee. There's something so special about this moment, about us. It's like everything falls into place when we're together.

(They share a gentle touch, their fingers intertwining as they continue their walk, their hearts filled with newfound love.)

EPISODE 3: NAVIGATING NEW TERRITORY

(Peebee and Polpol embark on a journey of exploring their newfound love while navigating the challenges that come with it.)

Peebee: Polpol, this is uncharted territory for both of us. But I believe our love is worth exploring and nurturing. Let's take this journey together.

Polpol: Peebee, I couldn't agree more. Our friendship has laid a strong foundation for our love. Let's support and cherish each other as we navigate this new chapter.

(Episodes continue to showcase Peebee and Polpol's growing love and the beautiful moments they share together.)

EPISODE 4: A SURPRISE DATE NIGHT

(Scene: Peebee and Polpol are in a candlelit room, a table set for two with their favorite dishes.)

Peebee: (surprised) Polpol, what's all this?

Polpol: (smiling) I wanted to create a special night just for us. A night where we can forget about the world and focus on our love.

Peebee: (teary-eyed) This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, Polpol. I love you.

(They share a romantic dinner, laughter filling the air as they create beautiful memories together.)

EPISODE 5: A WEEKEND GETAWAY

(Scene: Peebee and Polpol are standing on a balcony overlooking a breathtaking view of the ocean.)

Peebee: (mesmerized) Polpol, this place is incredible. I can't believe you planned this getaway for us.

Polpol: (holding Peebee's hand) I wanted to create a space where we can escape from the world and focus on our love. You deserve nothing but the best, Peebee.

Peebee: (leaning in, whispers) And you, Polpol, are my everything. Being here with you, feeling the warmth of your love, it's a dream come true.

(They share a passionate kiss, their love for each other filling the air as they embrace the beauty of the moment.)

JUMPS TO EPISODE 10: A LOVE THAT ENDURES

(Peebee and Polpol's love for each other stands the test of time and strengthens their bond.)

Peebee: Polpol, our love has only grown stronger with each passing day. I am grateful for the love and happiness you bring into my life.

Polpol: Peebee, you are my rock, my partner, and my best friend. Our love has brought so much joy and fulfillment into my life. I am forever grateful for you.

(They share a heartfelt embrace, knowing that their love will continue to endure.)

CLOSING SCENE:

(Peebee and Polpol are sitting on the couch, with Bae and Laup by their side. The room is filled with warmth and love. The sound of purring and wagging tails fills the air.)

Peebee: Our pets brought us together, and our appreciation for each other has made our bond even stronger. Bae, you've taught me the true meaning of unconditional love, and Laup, you've shown me the loyalty and companionship that knows no bounds.

Polpol: Yes, Peebee. The power of appreciation is truly remarkable. Our furry friends have not only brought us happiness but have also brought us closer together. They have a way of reminding us of the simple joys in life.

(They share a heartfelt moment, surrounded by their beloved pets. The room is filled with laughter and love as their friends and family join them.)

Peebee: To all our loved ones, both human and furry, thank you for being a part of our journey. Your presence and support have meant the world to us.

Polpol: We are grateful for each and every one of you. Your love and friendship have enriched our lives in ways we never thought possible.

(They raise their glasses in a toast, celebrating the enduring friendship, love, and appreciation that has brought them all together.)

!THE END!

#ayaramsalnac

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dreameasel · 10 months

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for headcanon purposes, how's the addamsverse through your morbid and very much twisted vision? this includes any and all characters you want to talk about. what are they driven by? how far are they willing to go? what's socially moral and right for the addamsverse that doesn't clash with what's socially moral and right in ours? gimmie the spicy, the grotesque, gimmie ur worst, train my beloved.

based off of this post

[rubs my awful little hands together] okay good yes this has some questions in it that are exactly the kinda thing i've been brooding on.

I've been brooding on morality and legality and all that kind of shit in the Addamsverse for a while now. I try to keep things fairly grounded in reality if only for my own ease but I've violently love things being extreme, unhinged and horrifying. The idea of Faulkners having like, one gruesome death a year at minimum that everyone seems to just shrug off a la Sunnydale High is genuinely delightful to me. But then it does come with a certain amount of questions of like, well how does that square with how normal the rest of the world still is.

So far how I'm handling it is similar to how it's handled in Buffy The Vampire Slayer. The supernatural and the horrifying are all there and only hidden beneath a piece of cardboard, if it's hidden at all, but people ignore it as much as they can because once you start down that track you find out things you really wish you hadn't. There's parts of Elioud culture and in the world of the supernatural/occult that even the Elioud themselves get antsy or scared about. And what are people most likely to do when they know there's something uncomfortable? They ignore it.

It's easier to not look too deeply into things, it's less scary to think of the Elioud as just freaky goth monster mash people then dig too deeply into how any of it works or what they really do. Werewolves transform but don't think too much about what that does to the human body etc. Also in a world where curses and magic are real there's a serious incentive to stay in your fucking lane. I imagine things like the Satanic Panic of the 80s went VERY different in the addamsverse since there's like, Actual Real Satanists in the kinda way hollywood loves to do it and a not unsizeable community of openly supernatural people who would push back.

While the Elioud are generally just Normal Ass People But Weird there is also generally an undercurrent of darkness and savagery. They're all inherently dangerous in their own ways and the vast majority have a serious dark streak to some extent. It's both just like, inherent to their natures (it's impossible to think of a werewolf or vampire that lacks a prey drive) but also come from so many of the smaller communities under that umbrella dealing with bigotry, disporas, violence, cleansings etc. There's an inherent sense of insularity, distrust, secrecy and willingness to commit violence to protect the Whole. There's also a a sense of like "well, tough shit", so much bad shit has happened to them and the Horrors/Supernatural are so normal to them that a tragic death here or there, even of youths, is kinda partially expected.

The Elioud are in a lot of ways best thought of as an ethnic group and a rather large one at that given how board of a catch-all term it is. There is an overarching connective culture outside of them all just being freaky Halloween people but it's much looser than say, vampire culture/community. So there's kind of two social structures in the same way you'd think of with any other ethnic group — the overarching culture/social mores of the country they're in and the historical culture/social mores of the ethnic group — it's just in this case it's that the ethnic group is Fucking Terrifying.

The Elioud generally are far more comfortable with murder in like, Most Contexts and various taboos like cannibalism or being super hands on with the dead in ALL stages aren't really a thing for them. Their concepts of death are very different and it's much more present in their lives on the whole. They're also more comfortable with grudges and revenge and things like that. Their ideas of justice are convoluted and intense. It's not too far off from something like the Fae at times tho it all various from group to group. Vampires and Witches tend to be more bonkers about shit than say, Werewolves or Gorgons.

Society in this world works via anxiety and ignorance. You might want to do good by stopping the secret Elioud society from preforming ritual human sacrifices but by sticking your nose in you've actually made things worse. Going beyond the mundane surface of the Elioud means running the risk of seeing something you can never unsee and there is a quiet fear and tension that exists under the surface of society that keeps the masses from penetrating too deep.

Where Elioud and Normies tend to agree are on things like "don't hurt kids" values, general property laws, human rights kinda stuff etc. They also tend to be very warm and extremely loyal. There's a while community energy and they're very fond of things like community watches. Both groups also tend to debate about which category people like Harlow, Xavier's mom, fits into. She's not an Elioud, her powers come from a Death Experience (can you call it a Near Death Experience if they did in fact die but recovered?) and those powers now put her in the same category as Vincent, Xavier, Wednesday etc. But all of them are Eliouds born with these powers. They knew they were likely coming and have a whole culture/tradition around them. The Thorpes are literally known for their psychic powers. People like Harlow who are Not Eliouds but Have Abilities get their Normie Card revoked but aren't necessarily accepted by Eliouds.

Okay I could literally say more but I'm getting more disorganized and a lil tired. There's just so much I could say lol. But the basic idea of this post in particular is that Elioud like the Addams are more than comfy committing Atrocities and everyone's too scared to look into it because if you stare into the void the void stares back at you and No Thanks.

#meta / ooc.#answered / ooc.#headcanons / ooc.#proud that kept this Long Post from getting Even Longer lol #a rare feat for me tbh

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dolce-tenebra-toscana · 2 years

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La Squadra and Sanremo 2001: who is their favourite and how they act during the festival

T O M OR R O W AAAAAAAAAAA,CAN'T WAAAAAIT!!!

Risotto

Team: Elisa

Song: Luce ( Tramonti a Nord Est )

Our beloved capo is literally O B S E S S E D with the (then) young singer; to him her voice is like a light feather caressing his soul and soothing away all the worries of his life.

He is very hyped cause it's Elisa's first time at Sanremo and he wants everything to be perfect, so he can enjoy his queen's performance and give her ( from distance ) all the attention she deserves.

Risotto is the type of Sanremo's fan that starts freaking out the second the news starts talking about the event itself: starts making a list for himself to rate the looks and songs, his favourite beer and snacks are OFF LIMITS and are exclusively for him to consume during the festival and of course he gets an Elisa's t shirt (with her autograph) to parade around the lair. You can imagine his joy when her victory is yelled by Raffaella Carrà, on the Ariston Arena's stage.

Risotto is the karaoke man, so get up and grab your remote to join him screeching " SIAMO LUCE CHE CADE DAGLI OCCHI!! "

Prosciutto

Team: Gigi d'Alessio

Song: Tu che ne sai

Prosciutto is one of the less enthusiast about the festival in the team, but only because the whole deal is EVERYWHERE and he cannot watch other programs on tv ( also because that being the only television in the whole building, he has to suck it up)

Being forced to watch it by Risotto he decides to side on Gigi d'Alessio's team and with the enthusiasm of someone going to see the paint dry he says " Seeee..Vai Gigi...Fagli il culo..." or straight up yawns on the sofa.

During the week is the one that stays out of the house the most, but even when he is outside ( taking a walk or doin a mission) he finds himself mumbling the words of the overly sweet but somehow catchy song, with his deep and hoarse voice " Perchè ho perso la cosa più bella da stringere a me..."

Formaggio

Team: Alex Britti

Song: Sono Contento

Formaggio is right in the middle when it comes to Sanremo, he is happy about it but at the same time he doesn't die if he skips one evening.

His main goal is to learn as many romantic songs as possible with his guitar so he can hit on girls when he goes clubbing/partying

Formaggio usually sits on the carpet and his guitar's noise is the only sound that doesn't bother Risotto ( the capo thinks he is just as invested as he is) and at the end of the first night he chose Alex Britti's song cause

1)He likes it 2) The girls are really into that romantic crap 3) his chances of getting laid with this song (plus a made up story about his " long lost love" ) doubled up

So yeah, our favourite roman cheese man truly is something else when he play his guitar in pubs, girls swooning over him and his cheery yet seducing voice singing " Sono contento di averti accanto, nel bene e nel male per me "

Couldn't find any Alex Britti gif, sigh

Melone

Team: Fabio Concato

Song: Ciao ninin

Melone is also on the team of the least interested in the festival, but boy does he love bothering the ones that enjoy it lmao

He is the one that jokes about singers, outfits, songs, announcers...And the time he even DARED joking about Elisa well, the iron nails that spit on the couch were enough to make him understand to stop.

He finds Fabio Concato and his song decent but what really makes him " Team Concato " is the name of the song...Because is really similar to the tuscan expression " Ciao Nini" ( it means Hey dude/girl) and so this adorable purple idiot tries to find any excuse to make his teammates cringe when he horribly sings his tuscan version of the song " CIAO NINI!! LA 'ANTO STA LETTERA 'OSI!! E GLIE' UN ALIBI LA MUSIHA PE SCRIVETTI E PE DITTI POHA ROBAAAA!! "

Melone's version of the song is written parodically with the " Gorgia Toscana ", basically how i talk every single day of my tuscan life ahah And also i didn't find any gif for Mr Concato too, why Tumblr hates Sanremo 2001!

Ghiaccio

Team: Sottotono

Song: Mezze Verità

Ghiaccio, believe it or not, is another one that actually enjoys Sanremo and the 2001 edition is the one that pumped him up the most.

Ghiaccio prepares himself with his favourite " magic powder ", a bottle of jagermeister and plops himself next to Risotto ready to enjoy Sottotono and their song.

He is actually more interested in the guest invited for the occasion and, the moment he sees Eminem appear on screen, he starts jumping up and down screaming in his native dialect and clapping

The team appreciates his singing skills and actually vibe/encourage him rapping with the america artist at the beat of " The real slim Shady " and Ghiaccio is so into the moment he completely let himself go and start a whole show on the couch: where Formaggio beatbox, Illuso record him with his Nokia, Melone snaps pictures of him and Prosciutto smiles behind his wine glass while slightly bopping his head at the music.

Ghiaccio is jokingly called " Il membro scartato dei Sottotono " ( Sottotono's discarded member) and his aggressive yet weirdly sexy voice can be heard through all Vico Pallonetto with the rhymes " Hai mai dato senza ricevere, Sei mai! Sincero nei rapporti che hai hai, Dai dai!! Bye bye!! Scordati di me sai sai perché!! "

Again, no gif about Sottotono, please don't be mad at me!

Illuso

Team: Bluevertigo

Song: L'assenzio ( The Power of nothing)

Another one of the team "Daje Sanremo" but more than the performances, Illuso is interested in the outfits: he take notes, critiques everyone's fashion sense, and rant about it on his online page " Mirror Mirror on my Blog "

Illuso is already a Bluvertigo's fan and their aesthetic is one of the things he appreciates the most about the band itself; L'assenzio's videoclip to him is a very modern and unique approach to music and is actually happy that so many fresh artist can perform on Ariston's stage.

For the entire week, La Squadra can see him typing on his computer with a concentrated face and whispering the Bluevertigo's song between a sip of Fanta and an online feud started just for fun " Io ricerco lo scontro, ma conosco la pace. Pensi a quello che farai, e a quello che smetterai di fare"

Pesci

Team: Gazosa

Song: Stai con me (Forever)

Pesci being the youngest is watching the Festival for the young artists and has this naive appreciation for the winners of the " Sezione Giovani ", I Gazosa.

He can't truly shows how hyped he actually is about them winning their category ( he fears the mocking of his teammates ) so he just bops his head up and down and smiles through the whole thing and only when he is sure to be alone he starts cleaning up the room and singing " Stai con me forever!! Fino a quando lo vorrai!!" and daydreams about the day when he'll have a girlfriend to dedicate this and other songs to her...but in the meantime he just enjoys his solo performances with the broom in the lair's living room; with empty beer cans, white powder on the coffee table and a sound asleep Formaggio on the floor.

Note from Benny: I know nobody will be interested but my Vento Aureo OC is #teamGiorgia (like me this year) and her stand is called just like the song Giorgia performed at Sanremo 2001: " Di Sole e D'azzurro "

#jjba part 5 #jjba #sanremo 2001 #la squadra #headcanon #jojo melone #jojo prosciutto #jojo risotto #jojo illuso #jojo pesci #jjba ghiaccio #jojo formaggio #voglio andare al karaoke con loro #buon sanremo a tutti voi cittini e cittine

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Aug 5 - Our Lady of the Snows - Sta. Maria Maggiore Basilica, Rome

𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝟱. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗧. 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗝𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘; 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗨𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗜 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗜. 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝘁. 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗲. 𝗜𝗻 𝗕𝗼𝗵𝗼𝗹, 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘆: 𝗗𝗶𝗼𝗰𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗮 (𝗟𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗰); 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 (𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗶𝘀); 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 (𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗻): 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵 (𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗻). 𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹𝘀, 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗘𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀.

The Papal Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore, which sits upon the Esquiline Hill of Rome, contains a unique and ancient icon beloved by Romani and people throughout the world. The icon of Santa Maria Salus Populi Romani (an ancient title meaning “Saint Mary, Health of the Roman People”) dates back to early Christian and, some even say, apostolic times. However, it has been in Mary’s Roman Church since 590, during the papacy of St. Gregory the Great. Santa Maria Maggiore was built in the 430s after the Council of Ephesus had declared Mary “the Mother of God.” Fittingly, the ancient icon of Salus Populi Romani, written long before this doctrine was officially declared, demonstrates through art both the human and divine natures of Christ in one person which allows us to call Mary the true mother of God.The Salus Populi Romani, like many depictions of Christ’s infancy, shows a truly human scene. The action of a mother holding a child is a very earthly action. Mary’s tender embrace of her child with her arms wrapped around her son reveals a very human relationship. Likewise, Jesus’s gaze at his beloved mother shows the same love and devotion children have for their mothers. One can even see a clear resemblance between the nose and face of each, which shows a biological relationship. It is clear, both in the way Jesus sits in Mary’s arms and by the resemblance between Mary and Jesus, that Mary is his true mother. She gave Jesus his human nature and she cared for him as a mother cares for her child.The icon, however, does not merely focus on Christ’s humanity. The young Jesus is also depicted as divine. The artist of the Salus Populi Romani uses certain symbols and actions to show Christ’s hidden divine nature. First, there is the cruciform halo around his head, which foreshadows Jesus’s triumph on the Cross. Second, the left arm of Jesus holds a book of Sacred Scripture, which shows his connection, as the Word of God, to the scriptures he inspired. Third, Jesus’s right hand is stretched out over his mother as if he were blessing her. This gesture alludes to how Mary, although sinless, was saved by the grace of Christ. The Church teaches that Mary was saved in the womb of Anna “in virtue of the merits of Jesus Christ, the Savior of mankind.”Christ’s humanity and divinity are both clearly displayed in the icon. Importantly, the Salus Populi Romani does not present these as isolated ideas. They are shown to be in a single person: a boy in his mother’s arms. The two natures are present even in the child Jesus. From the moment of his conception in Mary’s womb at the Annunciation, he is both God and man. Therefore, since Mary gave birth to this whole person, we can call her not only “the mother of Jesus” or “the mother of Christ,” but truly “the mother of God.” Above Mary and Jesus, there are four Greek letters which commonly appear above images of Mary. They read (in Roman letters) “MR,” a shorthand for Mētēr or mother, and “THU,” a shorthand for Theou, which means “of God.” It is only possible for Mary to be God’s mother because of who Jesus is as human and divine. If Christ was merely a man, Mary would be no different from any other woman. And if Christ was only divine, she could not be his mother at all. But the one person of Christ is both God and man, as is depicted in the icon. It preaches that through Christ’s humanity and divinity, Mary is indeed God’s mother, humanity’s greatest honor.

Source: DOMINICANA JOURNAL

https://www.dominicanajournal.org/sancta-maria-salus-populi/

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bangtanitalianchannel · 1 year

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[ARTICOLO ] Jung Kook dei BTS lancia ufficialmente con “Seven” la sua carriera da solista con un po’ d’aiuto da parte di Latto

L’uscita di questa canzone segue il rilascio sulle piattaforme di streaming musicale di “My You” e “Still With You” dopo una loro prima pubblicazione su YouTube e SoundCloud.

“Jung Kook dei BTS è giunto all’alba del suo debutto da solista con il rilascio del singolo ‘Seven’. Già in passato aveva pubblicato alcune sue canzoni come ‘My You’ e ‘Still With You’, ma questo singolo è tanto una conferma quanto una reintroduzione per un Jung Kook che si sta imbarcando in un nuovo viaggio artistico.

Il cantante ha reclutato la rapper Latto per il suo singolo estivo, del quale aveva dato qualche anticipazione qualche giorno prima della sua uscita con una clip che mostrava una cena romantica andata male. A interpretare la sua ragazza nel video ufficiale è l’attrice Han So-hee. ‘Every hour, every minute, every second/You know night after night/I’ll be fucking you right/Seven days a week’, Jung Kook canta nella versione esplicita della sua canzone.

Per la parte di Latto, nel video la telecamera passa a mostrare un funerale in cui la rapper di Atlanta si esibisce davanti alla bara di Jung Kook e a una So-hee in imbarazzo ed esasperata. Il video finisce poi su note più dolci con la coppia che, naturalmente, si incammina nella pioggia mano nella mano.

In un comunicato della Big Hit ‘Seven’ è stata descritta come il punto di inizio ufficiale della carriera da solista di Jung Kook. “ ‘Seven’ è un’energetica canzone estiva che vi permetterà di godere appieno di tutto il fascino di Jung Kook’, si legge nel comunicato pubblicato su Weverse che così continua: ‘Dal momento che Jung Kook si accinge a impegnarsi nelle sue attività da solista, vi chiediamo di estendere la vostra trepidazione e il vostro supporto non solo a questo singolo digitale, ma anche a tutto ciò che seguirà’.

Jung Kook stesso si è a lungo preparato per questo momento, assorbendo le lezioni imparate osservando tanto gli altri artisti quanto i suoi compagni, membri dei BTS, e usandole per affinare le sue stesse abilità.

‘Le persone dicono che io eccello, che so fare tutto. Certo, effettivamente eccello in alcune cose, ma non penso che questo mi permetta necessariamente di adagiarmi sugli allori dei miei talenti e doni’, aveva detto Jung Kook a Rolling Stone nel 2021. ‘Puoi migliorare in qualcosa soltanto facendo molta pratica, soltanto quando ci provi davvero, quando ti ci immergi totalmente’, aveva commentato all’epoca. ‘Quindi a dirla tutta non mi vedo proprio come uno capace a fare tutto naturalmente, voglio solo continuare a provare e a lavorare sodo. E certo, sento la pressione, ma questa pressione è anche ciò che mi trascina, che mi fa lavorare duramente e mi fa fare ciò che devo nel migliore dei modi’.

I membri dei BTS hanno corso parecchio negli ultimi mesi continuando a esplorare le loro possibilità al di fuori della band. Recentemente Suga ha unito le forze con Halsey per una versione rinnovata della surreale ‘Lilith’ tratta dal suo album e usata come colonna sonora per la serie di videogiochi ‘Diablo’. Poco prima di questo, il rapper e produttore aveva rilasciato il suo album da solista ‘D-Day’ e il documentario ‘Road to D-Day’. L’album da solista di Jimin, ‘FACE’, è stato rilasciato invece lo scorso marzo e prima ancora, a dicembre 2022, anche RM aveva pubblicato il suo ‘Indigo’. Il singolo da solista di Jin ‘The Astronaut’, in collaborazione con i Coldplay, è uscito a ottobre 2022, mentre V ha contribuito alla colonna sonora del k-drama ‘Our Beloved Summer’ con la canzone ‘Christmas Tree’. Quanto a J-Hope, il suo album da solista ‘Jack in the Box’ era già uscito un anno fa”.

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SDAU-Outside Your Station, Chapter 1

Word Count: 827

“I got that beer Mr. Sta-“

But Peter cut himself off when a heavenly smell wrapped around him. His inner fox chittered excitedly as the thick heady smell of bergamot tea and rose hips filled his nostrils. The young New Yorker’s eyes drifted closed as he reveled in the scent, his own spiking to let the creature with the intoxicating scent know that he was close by and attracted to them.

“Yo, kid, that you?” Mike called from his spot around the corner in the living room. Peter was drawn from his own thoughts as he bolted around the corner, the two cases in his hands. The alpha shifter, Mike, smiled at him, “hey kid! You actually got it!”

“I-I’m not 21, so I stood outside until a girl that was came by. Sh-she said she knew brother Weiss and-I thought it was a little bit irresponsible for a woman with a baby bump to-“

“Kitten…”

Peter nodded again, surprised that he knew the woman’s name, “Ye-yeah…she said that was her name.”

“That’s Mike’s mate. She’s been avoiding him since she told him she’s pregnant with his hatchlings. Where’d you see her again?”

“A-at the corner…”

The guys gave him a look and Mike frowned, “she wouldn’t…”

“Wait did you say that the hatchling was yours?”

“Hatchlings!” Tony corrected with a grin, “he fucked a few of em into her…twins, right?”

“Oh-you’re going to be a dad, brother Weiss? That’s great!”

“Your beloved Mr. Stark is too,” Mike smirked, trying to change the subject, “isn’t that right, Tony? You and Pepper have a kit of your own on the way!”

“Wrap it before you tap it, kid!” Tony said briefly as he stood and took one of the cases from Peter’s hands, “what are you doing still standing there kid, sit down with us. Have a few. You deserve it for getting the beer.”

Peter nodded awkwardly and set the other case on the coffee table in front of Mike. He opened the case and grabbed one for himself, “Wh-why does it smell like a woman was in here?”

Mike rolled his eyes, “That would be Tucker’s bitch of an alpha. You know for a pledge with our sister sorority, she’s got a real stick up her ass about everything. All fancy and high and mighty. Hate people like that.”

“His a-alpha? You mean like-his girlfriend?”

Mike was first to catch wise, his brow raising at the hike in Peter’s pitch, “what? You like the smell of her or something?”

Peter found himself blushing as he shook his head vigorously, “What? No. No. She’s someone’s girlfriend. I-“

“TUCKER!”

Mike’s grin fell away as Tony announced his best friend’s arrival in the room behind Peter. The scent became stronger and Peter’s eyes flickered closed yet again. But they were quick to snap open when he heard Mike snickering.

“Guys…you’ve all met my girlfriend, Gina, right?”

“Lance, how many times do I have to tell you, don’t shorten my name. Slang is a term of unclean nature,” she fussed. She gave the guys a firm, tight-lipped smile, “my name is Regina. Regina St. Claire, of the North St. Claire wolves.”

“Oh yes, and I’m Anthony Stark of the New York Stark foxes,” Tony copied, a bit of a sarcastic edge to his voice as he tipped his imaginary top hat, “pleasure to have met your acquaintance.”

She hid her sneer behind another faux smile and looked to Lance, “Lance…perhaps I should go…”

Peter’s throat tightened as Mike jokingly tapped his side, “let our pledge escort you out, Miss. St. Claire.”

She eyed him for a moment, and when their orbs met, it was like she realized and had seen the same thing that Peter did. She could smell his scent and knew that the captivating odor was coming from him.

“Peter…do you have a last name?”

“Parker,” Tony said firmly, cutting in, “and he’s a fox. Not a wolf.”

“I-I think I’ll walk myself out, thank you. You can keep your pledges to yourself. I don’t need a guide!” she spat, her eyes tearing away from Peter. She barely glanced over at Lance before muttering that she would see him later. She was gone in a flash as the door shut a little heavier than it needed to.

“What the hell was that?” Lance asked, gesturing to the door, “that was my girlfriend. My alpha! Why did you guys have to be dicks to her?”

“Come on Lance, lighten up!” Mike encouraged as he leaned forward to grab one of the beers, “all of us in this room know that you and her are just sticking it out until you find your true mates…”

“At this rate, I think you’re stuck with her Tucker,” Tony smirked, a knowing look being given to the omega fox who was still standing awkwardly in the living room, “it doesn’t matter how we treat her; I think she’s choosing to stick with you.”

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In The Ranks Of Death You Will Find Him, Book 1

Content notes: The first battle and all that goes with it; the trauma of survival; a sprained ankle; another difficult family conversation; the introduction of the only romance plotline I've ever written and liked. The chapter title and lyrics are from The Minstrel Boy, the song that inspired Rory. This was probably my first "favorite song" (yes, back in the cassette tape days) and has been a favorite ever since. The first two verses are Irish, written in the late 1700s, but the third verse is an Irish-American Civil War-era addition. As in past chapters, this is the version I grew up with, although there are others that I think are prettier. Listen here: https://youtu.be/N3kEd7jiAVQ And a bonus song, the inspiration for Jack (who is the only one of the boys not to have inspired a chapter title). The song is Banks of Newfoundland and the version is by Great Big Sea! Listen here: https://youtu.be/rIynC1KndZQ

"The minstrel boy to the war is gone

In the ranks of death you will find him.

His father's sword he has girded on

And his wild harp slung behind him."

~The Minstrel Boy

In late May, we were finally ordered away from our drill site of the past few weeks. We packed up everything we could carry, and fell into formation one hot morning to march into rebel territory.

"Mary, Mother of God," Jack swore when we stopped for water mid-day. "If I ever make it to our camp, it's going to be a genuine miracle."

Patrick grinned as he scooped water in his tin cup. As usual, he looked cooler than the rest of us did. He took a long drink and then held Rory's beloved fife as Rory went over to the creek to fill his canteen.

It was a long day, but that night we were camped with several other regiments- the 13th and 79th New York regiments among them- and we found we had been assigned to Sherman's brigade of McDowell's division. There was more drill, more Virginia heat, and plenty of thunderstorms to drench us every afternoon. Sometimes I welcomed the rain for the cool it brought, and sometimes I cursed it for the humidity.

It was late July. We had been in the army for two months now, with only a month left to go, and we hadn't seen any fighting.

"Remind me again why we enlisted," I grumbled after a particularly long, hot day. We were sitting around in front of our tents eating cold beef and hard tack, because it was too hot to light a fire and too tiring to put more effort into our meals.

"For the adventure of it, of course," Patrick laughed. "I just can't for the life of me figure out why I didn't let Declan come with us. He's missing all the fun. This would've cured his war fever for certain."

Jack shook his head. Ted laughed. "Patrick, lad, you did a good thing making your brother stay home. He's surely getting more work done than we are."

Having had that conversation, of course the next day we were ordered to pack up and start marching. We were headed for a town called Manassas, and perhaps, so they said, for a battle. We were excited, a little nervous, and highly skeptical that there would be any excitement. We forded a river at a place called Sudley Springs in the mid-morning and at noon we were on a hill, watching cannon-fire before us and trying, on the advice of our officers, to choke down a little hard tack and drink some water.

"You're going to need all your strength, boys," Sergeant O'Malley cautioned us. He stopped in front of Rory. "You doing all right, Coleman?"

"Yessir."

"Not nervous, are you?"

"Nosir."

"Good lad."

It was a white lie- we were all a little nervous. They said there were some ladies from Washington who had come to watch the battle. Somebody was supposed to have seen them, but all I could see were soldiers, and lots of smoke and it was scaring me.

A little before one o'clock we were ordered to fall back, off the hill where we had been waiting and past some woods.

"What do you suppose that means?" Jack asked nervously.

"We're just moving back so we can get a running start," Ted replied, all confidence. "If they'd just put the boys of the 69th in, then they'd see how fast the Rebs can run." He laughed and we tried to join him, but it sounded thin and insincere even to my own ears.

It was a little after two when we got the order to move again.

"All right, boys," called an officer, "We've got our orders. Up on that hill-" he pointed "- Ricketts' battery has been captured by the Rebels. We're going to get it back." We started forward and I realized I was sweating, but not from the heat. The sweat pouring down my back was ice cold.

I didn't have much time to think about it, though, because as we crossed Bull Run and started up the hill towards the battery we were going to try to rescue, the first of a storm of bullets flew past us.

Next to me I saw Patrick duck and then laugh and blush, standing up straighter. Ted flinched and seemed to shake himself. His jaw was set tight and he gripped his gun. We fired when we could, or were ordered to, and advanced grimly up the hill.

The first of our men died in that volley and I'll never forget the sounds of it. Lead striking flesh and bone, the way they screamed when they fell, all of it was a blur in my mind but stayed fresh in my senses for days afterward. We went on, through it all, leaving the fallen where they lay, and I shook as the bullets whistled over my head.

I was afraid to look around to see whether my friends had made it. I could see Patrick beside me, out of the corner of my eye, and Ted on the other side, but Rory and Jack weren't in formation with us and I wondered where they were in all this- whether they had stayed behind or come with the regiment into this lead rain.

As we got closer, I noticed, somehow, that there was a little house on top of the hill, near where the guns were. The windows were shot out, and for a split second I thought I saw a woman's form in the window. No, I thought, of course there isn't anyone inside, and I gave myself a mental shake and turned my attention back to the task at hand.

I remember fewer of the details than I had expected to, although my sensory impressions are perfect when I close my eyes and allow the memories of that first battle to surface in my mind. The details of some of our other engagements are clearer after all these years, but then, they were made up of less anticipation if not less raw fear.

Off to our left, a grey shape came through the mist. We spun almost as one man towards the direction from which they came and were trying desperately to get them in our sights when, luckily, there was a yell.

"Hold your fire!" a voice screamed. "They're our boys!" My hands shook as I turned back to the hill. That we had come so close to firing on our own men, dressed as they were in grey uniforms, frightened me. We knew that a few regiments wore grey. We had seen them before and should have known their position. The enemy was in front of us- fellow New Yorkers were on our flank.

We took the cannons, and all around me men fell. Some were dead right away, and made no noise. Others screamed and cried. I saw one young soldier, not much older than myself, fall holding his side. Blood was pouring through his fingers and he was crying out in Irish, curled up on the rusty grass. His voice haunts me to this day. When I closed my eyes that night, all I saw was him lying there. I never knew his name and I don't care to guess what happened to him in the end, but for days afterwards, whenever I lay down to sleep, his voice echoed in my ears and the sight of him stained my dreams.

We had taken the cannons at the top of the hill, so near the little house with its windows shot out, when the order came to retreat.

"Just get out of here," the officer shouted who gave us the order. "Just get the hell out." Almost in a body, we turned and ran.

I was halfway down the hill when it occurred to me to look for my friends. I had been so caught up in loading and firing and keeping my feet moving in the right direction, in stuffing down the panic I felt, that I had stopped paying attention to who was next to me. Suddenly I was worried- I turned to my right to find a stranger there. It wasn't Patrick. My heart dropped and I whirled around to the left and found that Ted was just a few feet from me, whole and running as fast as he could. It brought me some relief, but not much. We made it to the stream and scrambled through it, then kept on going, more slowly the farther we got, towards Washington.

I couldn't find Patrick. I looked all around, barely watching where I was going, nearly blinded with panic. As I got farther from the sound of guns and the battlefield, my head cleared. The more aware of my surroundings I was, the more frightened I was for Patrick. After several minutes, I stopped still and a man I had never seen before promptly plowed into me.

"Watch where you're going!" he fumed, probably out of the sheer fright we all felt, and I apologized without really thinking about it.

I felt the need to do something, and I knew that I would never be able to live with myself if I didn't find Patrick. The thought that he might be ahead of me never entered my mind. I was consumed with the idea that he was wounded or dead, and that he had been left on the hill by that house, where we had been fighting.

I turned and began struggling back the way I had come through the stream of men, determined to find Patrick. I had been walking for only a few minutes when I heard something.

"Micheál!" a voice shouted and my breath caught. "Micheál!" I spun around, searching the crowd of uniformed men, and after a moment I saw Patrick, waving to me. He was limping and I ran over to him.

"Patrick," I gasped, out of breath and shaking. "Are you wounded?"

"No," Patrick said in disgust. "I've sprained my foot." He rolled his eyes. His face was dirt- streaked, as my own was, and there were rivulets of sweat running through the soot on his cheeks.

"How did you manage that?" I asked, laughing with relief.

"I tripped crossing the stream. I was trying to catch up with you and Ted when we retreated."

"I was ahead of you?" I asked, trying to figure out where we had lost one another.

"Yes, I was next to you until we started back down the hill, and then I fell behind." So he had been there almost until the moment I looked around. I felt better about that.

"Come on, let's go catch up with the others," I suggested

"I'll try," Patrick agreed. We went on, but the going was slow, with Patrick limping, and after a little while I got impatient.

"Here, lean on me," I told him. He sighed, embarrassed, but slung an arm around my shoulders and we followed the line of men on towards the capitol.

Somehow we managed to catch up with Ted. He looked relieved and came over to walk with us. "We've all made it," he said. "I saw Rory and Jack a bit ago. They were sent back for the wounded- as stretcher bearers, you know." We nodded and Ted put his arm around Patrick, taking some of his weight onto his own shoulder so that we could move faster. Again, Patrick looked embarrassed and he frowned. Patrick hated having to admit that he needed help with anything.

We kept going and by the time we stopped retreating we had gone a good long way. At last we could sit and make a fire, eat something and rest for a while. Patrick sat down by the fire while Ted put on a pot of coffee and I went to wet a rag in the nearby creek to wrap Patrick's sprained foot.

"Ouch," he said, making a face, and then he looked disgusted. "I feel like an idiot," he complained. "Men getting shot all around me, and I only tripped."

I shrugged. "Your good luck again, I suppose."

"That it is."

Ted finally lounged next to us in the waning light. "I'm with Patrick," he informed me. "All the things that could have happened back there and the lad takes a spill? That'll be a fine story to tell the girls at home. A proper hero he is." Ted looked at Patrick and shook his head. "What were you doing, dancing out there? Did your shoelace come untied?" The relief of stress was enough to set us laughing and we tried hard to stifle the noise, but couldn't stop. We went from laughter as though at a joke, to hysterical laughter that wasn't funny and from which we couldn't calm down.

Then, Jack and Rory returned and the looks on their faces sobered us right up.

Jack's face was white and drawn. His eyes weren't focusing properly and he looked unsteady on his feet. Rory's eyes were empty and his expression very carefully blank. They came over to the fire and Rory took Jack's elbow and helped him sit down. Rory sat down, too, one arm reassuringly around Jack's shoulders. Jack ran one shaking hand through his hair and stared into the fire with wide, horrified eyes.

"What's happened to him?" Patrick asked in a shocked voice.

"He'll be all right," Rory said, his voice steady. "He just needs rest." He looked at Patrick's bandaged foot. "And what happened to you?"

"I tripped," Patrick said in disgust. "Jack, what happened?" To our horror, tears began to roll down Jack's face in torrents.

"It was-" he started and had to stop and take a deep breath. Collecting himself, he continued in a shaky voice, "They sent us back for the wounded. God, it was awful. He died on the stretcher. We were right out front of the field hospital and he died. He gave me his letter and he died-" Jack's voice broke and we stared at each other, helpless, as Jack buried his face in his hands. He sobbed, his shoulders heaving, and Rory silently pulled out a sooty handkerchief and gave it to Jack. His arm still around Jack's shoulders in that silent gesture of comfort, he explained in his usual way.

"He was a drummer, younger than me. We were taking him to a field hospital. He gave Jack a letter for his mother- I don't think he had the chance to send it before the battle. We were standing out front of the hospital when he died." Rory was silent for a moment. Then, his voice thicker than it had been before, he added, "Jack's just taking it hard. That's all." Struggling to master his emotions, he motioned for a cup of coffee, the first time I had ever seen him ask for anything. Surprised, I handed it to him and he pushed it into Jack's hands and made him drink.

Jack downed the hot liquid in just a few sips. Tears were still falling down his sooty face and when he had finished half the cup he handed it wordlessly back to Rory. Rory took a few sips of his own and then stood, pulling Jack up with him.

Jack seemed in shock and did as he was told. His arm still around Jack, Rory walked him in the direction of the creek. When they came back, Jack's face was clean, though he was still sobbing and his eyes were puffy and red.

"Lay down, there by the fire," Rory said quietly. Jack lay down; facing the flames, his head on his knapsack, and Rory covered him with a blanket. He sat down next to Jack who lay crying quietly until exhaustion set in and he finally slept.

Rory nodded, satisfied that Jack would be all right, and after a moment he spoke.

"It was worse than anything I've ever seen," he said solemnly. "And I've… I've seen some bad places before. This was different." There was a long silence. We had been there, too, and seen our own nightmares, but watching Rory and Jack had made me acutely aware of the fact that when the order came, we had turned and run and that they had cleaned up after us, in a manner of speaking. I felt suddenly guilty.

"He'll be all right in the morning," Rory said, looking over at Jack, whose face was more peaceful in the firelight. "It was just a shock for him. It was a hard place to be."

We nodded and the discussion ended there. We didn't waste much time in laying down for the night, although I, at least, lay awake for a long time.

Duty for the next couple of days was very light. Not only was the army recovering from the battle, but our ninety-day enlistment was up on the 25th of that month and we were to be sent back to New York.

Sergeant O'Malley excused Patrick from duty for those couple of days. His foot was still painful and so swollen he couldn’t put his shoe on. We gave Patrick the jobs of tending the fire and preparing supper and between us we handled anything he might have done before. Then, finally, the day came when we helped him onto the train for the trip back to New York.

The train was quieter this time, I noticed, and not just from the loss of over a hundred voices. Our own conversations were more subdued, and there was no boasting or daydreaming of killing rebels. We'd seen that, and we knew what it meant now.

We perked up some, though, when we finally got off the train. There was to be a parade through the streets and it seemed more in line with what we had expected when we signed our enlistment papers.

We formed up, our uniforms dirtier than they had been, our ranks somewhat thinned, and marched proudly past cheering crowds, all come out to welcome us home. This was what I had envisioned when I had enlisted. Honor and glory, pretty girls and parades, the battles fought and finished and the group of us home in one piece, to be made much of. Then I thought back to a conversation we had had on the train.

"So, will you be staying home for good?" I had asked, curious. My own mind was long made up- after all I had seen, there was no way I could stay away. It had been terrible, and terrifying, but the war had to be won. We had to fight.

Patrick had shaken his head. "I can't," he said, and Jack and Ted agreed.

Rory merely shrugged. "What would I go home to?" he asked, and that was that. We would all be re-enlisting.

That thought dampened my enjoyment of the parade, knowing that the war was far from over for me and my friends. I could only hope that our next homecoming would be this glorious. Then I looked around again and the cheering crowds and buildings of New York City, such a far cry from that little house on the battlefield, brought me back to the present, which I was enjoying.

I saw Rory smile shyly as a young girl thrust a flower into his hands. Ted laughed and thumped him on the shoulder and then accepted with a bow a flower from the same girl. I shook my head and Jack laughed at me. Patrick snickered at the look on Rory's face, and then went back to concentrating on getting through the parade. He had refused to stay behind and his foot was mostly healed, but he was still limping some.

When at last we were given leave to go, Patrick leaned on Rory's shoulder and mine to go the few blocks home. Ted's mother met us at the end of the parade route, and we watched in amusement as she and his crowd of siblings rushed over.

"Oh, Teddy," his mother exclaimed as she hugged him, "it's so good to have you back." It was funny to see big Ted submitting to hugs from a crowd of girls, all with their hairpins just exactly in place and their aprons starched, in contrast to his mud and dirt. His little brother, too, was freshly washed and combed and Ted picked him up and let the little boy ride on his shoulders.

"Are these your friends?" Mrs. McGrath asked her son, motioning to us.

"Yes," he replied. "Mother, this is Jack, Rory, Micheál and Patrick. Boys, this is my mother and the rest of the clan." He laughed.

"How do you do, ma'am," we said politely and she smiled.

"It's good to meet you, boys. Now, Teddy, we'd best be getting home. Your father will be home soon, and he'll be wanting to see you." She took the littlest girl by the hand and looked expectantly down the street, clearly ready to get going.

"I'll be seeing you, lads," Ted promised, and headed home in the middle of that crowd of girls.

Jack was the next to leave, though as it turned out he lived only a few blocks from my own home and walked most of the way there with us.

"We'll be enlisting together, won't we?" he asked and the three of us nodded.

"Don't think I could go off again without you lads," Patrick grinned and Rory nodded, much more seriously.

"Well, then, I'll be seeing you about," Jack told us and with handshakes all around, he went home.

Rory stood still outside our building, not following us as I helped Patrick inside, and he had his old, frightened look on his face.

"What's the matter, lad? Come on in," Patrick said, motioning to him to follow us.

"You don't mind?" Rory asked, timidly, and Patrick understood suddenly.

"Of course not," he said. "You're to stay with us as long as you like. Come, now, let's go see how the families are getting along." Rory smiled shyly and followed us up the stairs.

At last we were on the third floor, where Patrick's family lived and where I suspected I might find my own family as well. Sure enough, when we opened the door, they were all inside. Maura and Mother were darning socks with Mrs. Murphy while Bridget and Colleen washed dishes, Declan was working sums on his slate from a schoolbook open on the table, and Mr. Murphy was reading an old newspaper.

There was a collective gasp as we entered and our families stood, almost as one, and hurried over to us.

We just had time to get in the door when we were smothered by hugs and kisses from our mothers, Mr. Murphy clapping us on the shoulder, and our sisters cheering. It was, in truth, rather embarrassing. Rory smiled sadly as he watched the scene.

"Patrick," his mother exclaimed, after a moment, "were you wounded?" She had seen the way he was standing, and she looked shocked and worried. Patrick flushed red.

"No," he admitted. "I've wrenched my foot, that's all."

"Come, sit down and I'll have a look at it," his mother said, and his father helped Patrick to sit down and put his foot up on a chair.

"Mother," I interrupted, putting a hand on Rory's shoulder, "this is our friend Rory. He's got no place to go in the city- do you think he could he stay with us for a bit?"

"Of course he can," Mother said. She smiled kindly at Rory and I saw him relax. "Rory, it's good to meet you. Why don't you come in and sit down? Bridget, put some coffee on for the lads."

Rory and I sat down at the table, across from Patrick, and I looked around, taking in all the familiar details of home. Mrs. Murphy had examined Patrick's foot, which was swollen and reddened.

"You've not broken it," she decided, "but you've sprained it, sure. Better bandage it, and put you to bed." Patrick rolled his eyes, and was about to protest, but Mrs. Murphy's mind was made up. He allowed her to lead him over to the big bed in the corner of the main room, with the trundle bed underneath it, and he relaxed against the pillows, clasping his hands behind his head.

"Now I feel like we've really made it home," he said to Rory and me, grinning. There was a long silence between us, broken by Bridget who came over and announced in her bossy way,

"Supper's ready. Come on, Micheál, and bring your friend with you. Patrick, Colleen said she'd bring a plate over."

"Thanks, lass," Patrick grinned, laughing a little at all the ways in which the girls had not changed. Declan, however, seemed to have changed much more. He was quiet and a little sullen looking. He closed his schoolbooks with a snap and practically threw his slate in the corner. He said little, but he looked at Patrick and I, and particularly Rory, who was his own age, with envy in his eyes.

We went back to our own home after supper, down a flight of stairs.

"We'll be back tomorrow," I told Patrick as we left and Rory smiled and waved a little as he shut the door behind us.

That night was one of the best I had ever spent. Unlike Patrick, I slept in the small second room. With all the girls in my family, they needed more space. Mother got the largest bed in the main room, and the girls slept on a trundle bed and a cot. My cot was as I had left it, exactly. I was touched and a little saddened by the fact that they had not put the room to use while I had been gone.

Rory offered to sleep on the floor under his coat, but Mother refused that. Instead, she went across the hall and borrowed a cot from our neighbors, who had an unused bed since their oldest son had gone off to sea, and we fit it snugly into my little room. Then mother insisted that he borrow a nightshirt from me and that we both take baths.

She drew a tub of water and, to Rory's obvious relief, let us take it into my room to bathe. Rory undressed and got into the tub and when I turned around, his privacy assured, I winced at the sight of the scars on his back, now long healed but still visible.

When he had finished it was my turn to wash away the dirt of three long months. We had bathed in the army, of course, but it was different to be home with a tub of hot water, and not wading into a creek and hoping the soap didn't float away. Few things in my life ever felt so good as that warm bath, and when we were finished, we dried off and got into bed.

Being home was like a dream. When I woke the next morning, it took me several long minutes to remember where I was and it wasn't really until I opened my eyes that it sunk in; I was home.

Mother and Maura were working that day and so was Bridget, which meant that they were gone by the time Rory and I woke up. I left Rory sleeping, his face perfectly peaceful, and went into the larger room. Colleen had gone off to work with Bridget and Declan, I knew, would be at school. That meant that Patrick was alone upstairs. I went back to my room to dress, and left a note for Rory before heading upstairs to the Murphy's apartment.

Patrick was more or less as we had left him. Though he had washed and dressed in a nightshirt, he was still in bed, lounging among the pillows. He grinned and waved as I came in the door and sat up cross-legged.

"Where's Rory?" he asked.

"Still sleeping," I replied. "I left him a note, but if he doesn't come over soon I'll go back downstairs and see if he got it."

"That sounds like a good plan," Patrick said. He paused a second. "Micheál, Mother thinks I’m staying home."

"Uh-oh," I said. "There's going to be a scene, isn't there?"

"There is. At your house, too, I suppose."

"Probably."

We sat silent, brooding on the conversation we would eventually need to have with our families, when there was a tap on the door and Rory came in. He smiled shyly at us, and walked over to sit on the floor by Patrick's bed. He had dressed in his uniform again, having nothing else to wear.

"You found my note," I guessed.

Rory looked confused. "Note?" he asked

"I left you a note, telling you where I was," I replied.

He ducked his head, blushing. "I can't read, Micheál," he said in a quiet voice.

"Oh," was all I could think of to say. "Sorry."

"No matter," he replied graciously. "I'll learn someday," he added, smiling at the thought. "I'd like that."

It was a quiet day. With our families gone and no work for us in the city, we had nowhere to go and not much to do- for once. It was a quiet couple of weeks, in fact, as we ran errands for our mothers and began planning for the future.

When the day came, however, there were no two ways to break the news. The call went out late in August for volunteers to join the 69th New York Volunteer Infantry- we had been members of the militia before- and we simply went back and enlisted.

"Again?" Mother cried when I came home with the news. I just nodded. "And you, too?" she said, looking at Rory. She had grown fond of him, for all he didn't talk, and Rory liked being mothered. She frowned and asked, with despair in her voice, "There's nothing I can do to stop you?" We shook our heads.

Mother came over and hugged each one of us. "Take care of yourselves. Come home all in one piece, and when the war is over, you come back here with Micheál, Rory." We promised that we would, and not long after came the day when we were told to report again.

It was November and we were about ready to leave New York. We were ordered to form up on the morning of the 18th for a ceremony before we left the City- we were to be presented with a flag made by Tiffany and Co, and, I figured, to hear a lot of boring political speeches.

I was right about the ceremony. We stood there, our legs going numb, for longer than I cared to think about while politicians spoke, while the flag was presented, and while more politicians spoke. The part I was looking forward to, not necessarily happily but for which I was waiting, was leaving for the war again.

The flags were handsome, I had to admit that. One was a big American flag, and the other flag was our new regimental one. It was green, with a golden harp on it and our regimental number on a banner across the top. Rory, who was musical, liked the harp in particular. What I liked most was that when the flag was presented the ceremony was over.

It was a familiar scene at the train station, not long after. Patrick and Rory and I had found seats on the car and were looking out the window, watching Ted's mother kiss him goodbye, and looking around for Jack. He was nowhere to be seen, and Patrick and I were leaning out the window, searching the crowd in case he was looking for us.

"Hello, again," Ted greeted us as he bounded up the stairs into the car and sat down next to Rory. "It's been a while since I've seen you lads. Where's Jack?"

"Haven't seen him yet," I replied. "It's odd he's not here yet."

"Hmm. That it is. He was coming back for sure, was he?"

"Last I heard."

"When did you last hear?"

"Tuesday. He told me he'd meet me at the train." No sooner had I said this than we heard footsteps come running up the aisle of the car and Jack sat down next to me. He was breathing heavily and had arrived just in time- no sooner had he taken a seat then the train began to move.

"I've made it," Jack panted. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, trying to catch his breath. When he at last sat up, his hair stuck in a dozen different directions, he explained, "I had a letter this morning." He stopped and took a few more gasps. "I was trying to finish a reply and get it mailed, but…" he shook his head. "Never mind," He laughed. "I probably should have started writing it this morning."

"Who'd you have a letter from?" Ted asked, and Jack blushed. We all stared at him, amused to see this new side of our friend.

"Sinead Rafferty," Jack muttered, and I realized that I remembered him talking about her before.

"Sinead, hmm?" Ted teased. "She's your girl?"

"I guess so," Jack said, smiling to himself.

"What did she have to say?" I asked.

"She's coming to New York," Jack burst out, as soon as the words had left my mouth. He was grinning broadly. "I… I wrote her and told her to come. I said I would find her a place to stay. She's like you, Micheál, she's always wanted to come to America, and she's finally found the money, working for some Englishman that owns a house in Dublin. She wrote to say she'd gotten passage on a ship and she'll be here soon as she can."

"But you won't be there when she arrives, will you?" Ted pointed out.

"That's what took so long getting here," Jack explained. "I just got the letter this morning and I had to find someone to meet her, and then I had to write her to let her know I've enlisted again." He had been starting to catch his breath, but he was out of breath again with excitement.

"Are you going to propose right away, or will you wait a bit?" Ted teased and Jack blushed again.

"Who said I was going to propose at all?" he replied, getting obstinate.

"You didn't have to say-" Ted began, but Patrick cut him off.

"That's good for you both," he said to Jack. "Ted, leave the lad alone, will you? He'll propose when he's ready, and besides, he can't do it from the other side of an ocean." Ted snickered and Jack colored up again. They managed to keep the argument going until we had almost left the city and were well on our way back to the war.

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