1. dropped ( phantom planet ) 2. carolina reaper ( the orphan the poet ) 3. run away with me ( cold war kids ) 4. one week of danger ( the virgins ) 5. turn me on ( bromheads jacket ) 6. too good at raising hell ( the struts ) 7. 6 pack and cigarettes ( alexsucks ) 8. batshit ( dominic fike ) 9. close your eyes ( mom rock ) 10. stone cold classic ( aka george ) 11. chapstick ( coin ) 12. when did your heart go missing ( rooney ) 13. do the panic ( phantom planet ) 14. supernatural ( barns coutrney ) 15. body talks ( the struts ) 16. honey - are you coming ? ( maneskin )
Halloween Headcanons 2023: Mutant!Maneskin Au: Ethan Torchio as Iceman
A/N: This is heavly inspired by the X-men saga with some of my original twists, so it will both be very similar but also different from the Marvel version. Click here to check out the other mooboards: Victoria, Damiano, Thomas.
-Ethan lives with his parents and his younger brother in Northern Rome. He is a very quiet kid until he trusts someone then he gets loose.
- Since he was a child he always loved snow and he really wanted to do ice-skating but his parents prohibited it. As a protest he asked them to play drums but ended up loving them.
- He discovers his mutant abilities in his early teens, when he froze a small pond while visiting the Alpi with his family. He keeps his condition hidden from everyone, especially his family.
- Ethan’s powers are Thermokinesis (ability to lower his external and internal body temperature, projecting intense coldness from his body), Cryokinesis ( ability to create ice and to shape it as he likes) and even turn himself into ice.
- While at a party, a big fight breaks out. In the general chaos, Ethan’s younger brother gets involuntary punches which makes Ethan create a big wall of ice to save him.
- “Who did that?” “ I don’t know, but we need to get home, Michele.”
- The police start a manhunt to find all the mutants involved in the beating at the party, since several people end up injured. Ethan fears more and more for the safety of his secret and of himself.
- Eventually he decides to be honest with his parents, trusting their love for him and also to help them be ready in case the police come. However his parents seem disgusted and disappointed.
- “Have you tried not to be a mutant? Maybe if you try hard enough the powers will go away.” His mother said. “I don’t think it’ll work.” Ethan responds. “Then I think you should get out of this house.”
- However before Ethan can pack up his belongings, the police’s sirens echo throughout the house. Michele still holds the phone in his hand and his face is full of rage.
- He ends up running in the streets, followed by the police and their bullets. That's when Ethan meets Damiano and his mom and gets accepted into the school, leaving his old life behind.
- He is a good student, he likes to learn but this doesn’t mean that I’ll spend all this time studying. The younger children trust him and he helps them when needed, the girls love to play with long hair and experiment with all sorts of braids.
- Sometimes he misses his family, even if they hurt him. He misses the good memories and taking care of his younger brother but he can’t forget that his past happiness was built on hiding his true self.
-Ethan’s more rebellious side definitely comes out while staying at the school. Damiano likes to take credit for it, however it’s probably the fact he has found supportive people and he doesn’t have to please his family anymore.
-” Ethan Torchio, drinking vodka lemon? The world is ending!” “It’s water and lemon but the ice makes everything look like a fancy cocktail.”
-Speaking of Damiano, their different personalities and opposite mutations make their friendship quite interesting. While Ethan manages to hold back some of Damiano’s rage, the other man makes sure Ethan learns to speak up and demand respect.
- He gets to have new drums and to play them in the music room.
- Controlling his powers was never an issue for him, however he had to train to reach his full potential due the inability to explore his abilities in his younger age.
- His first mission consists in helping collect a teleporter and Ethan’s job is to lower the temperature in order to weaken him, without hurting him too much.
- However once he manages to slow down the teleport, he decides to talk to him instead of freezing him.
-”l don’t want to hurt you. We have a school for people like us, you’ll be safe there. The guy seems to accept the offer.
- “My name is Ethan. What's yours?” “I'm Thomas.” “Nice to meet you Thomas, be aware that Damiano is a bit crazy.”
- That was the day the third member of the band was adopted.
Pairing: Thomas x Reader
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: Cheating (implied, but maybe the other person knows?),
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Sometimes Thomas sees couples in the streets. Couples who practised French kissing with the desperation of people who had not yet shared a bed.
He has to think about that right now. Because sometimes Thomas wonders if you behave the same way. Whether you would behave in the same way, in other circumstances.
You wouldn't behave like that and you don't either.
He realises it all the time. It's enough to just look at you.
You wouldn't be like that. Somehow you would be something more. Somehow you are.
Thomas leans back and smokes. Without saying a word.
The sun disappears behind dirty white clouds.
You just sit there in silence. Unusual scene - unusual moments.
You have always been good with silence. One better than the other. But still, in your own special way, neither of you ever stays quiet for long.
And while you were silent, Thomas was usually always the one breaking it.
Between your two pairs of eyes exists a connection as taut as a wired rope. Maybe also like barbed wire. Thomas likes these moments.
"Want me to help you pack boxes?" he asks, "Got plenty of time over the summer."
You both do. You become painfully aware of this for a small moment.
You don't answer for a long time. Thomas is busy smoking, but still looks you in the eye. This between you is not a tightrope act. This is much more.
"If you want to," you finally answer.
Your boyfriend would be happy if someone else helped, and your friend would besiege Thomas, just as she always does.
Thomas doesn't say I don't have anything else, anything better, to do anyway. But you know he would have loved to have said it.
"Lets go inside."
Not a even beat later, he's in the kitchen, putting frozen pizzas in the oven. It doesn't matter that they're unhealthy and will be dripping with grease. It really doesn't matter.
He takes a bottle of Akvavit out of the freezer and you look at him questioningly.
"Danish influence?"
"You could say that." He has to laugh. It's really no secret now that Vic had brought the stuff with her.
You sit on the sofa and watch an old movie that stretches on for hours and will be playing long into the night. You both don't mind.
You feel Thomas' hand very briefly at your side, feel his lips against your collarbone. Very briefly.
You run your fingertips over one of his tattoos and you know that you are the only one who is allowed to do this.
Thomas has the feeling that you are both trying to express exactly what you have. Completely without words.
Without excuses, without lies that would come back to haunt you later.
The only lie there is now is that you were both thinking about the food burning in the oven.
As Thomas puts the pizzas on the living room table, he feels at ease. Somehow, a little bit. A little bit too much.
You swap your pizza toppings. He takes the salami and you takes Thomas’ mushrooms in return.
For a while there is only silence again.
Just the sound of that old black-and-white film where the hero fortunately doesn't explain to his beloved how much he dotes on her.
"I really thought this with us was over once." Clearly the longest sentence of the evening.
Sometimes, you really did think that. He did too. That the whole thing would just fizzle out and there would be nothing left at the end. But it wasn't like that, you kept going.
Thomas drinks the Akvavit straight from the bottle and for a moment you get the feeling that he has just choked a little on that sentence you just said.
Thomas wipes his lips with his sleeve, then blows long strands of hair out of his face. This wasn't over.
"You know? This is like being in the Godfather: Every time you think you're out ..." he says.
"... they pull me back in."
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last song: beggin by madcon it’s the song maneskin sang but the original. Don’t really like maneskin too barefoot
currently watching: Welcome To LA for sissy spacek. Can’t decide if I’m interested yet. Also Gilmore girls for the past few months
currently reading: where the stress falls by susan sontag I just know I’m going to love it because..it’s susan
current obsession: packing I guess I’ve made like six lists and planned each item to be as versatile as possible so I can use each shirt in liek four outfits
Storia Di Musica #233 - Franco Mussida, Racconti Della Tenda Rossa, 1991
Il luglio dedicato ai chitarristi lo vorrei chiudere con un omaggio ad un grandissimo musicista italiano. Il suo nome dà i brividi di piacere ad una generazione musicale, quella del prog italiano, che come raramente è capitato poteva guardare a testa altissima i colleghi stranieri in quegli anni. Tra i chitarristi prog italiani, voglio ricordare tre nomi. Il primo, Nico Di Palo, dei New Trolls, agli inizi degli anni ’70 fu inserito in una classifica del prestigiosissimo magazine musicale inglese Melody Maker (all’epoca una Istituzione) tra i dieci migliori chitarristi europei; il secondo, Marcello Todaro, chitarrista del Banco Del Mutuo Soccorso, capace di disegnare la via mediterranea al prog con la sua chitarra vibrante e visionaria, e personalmente trovo una delle sue migliori performance nel disco omonimo dei Crystals, il super gruppo nato dalla sua uscita dal BMS e composto da Giorgio ”Fico” Piazza della Premiata Forneria Marconi al basso, Nanni Civitenga della Raccomandata con Ricevuta di Ritorno / Samādhi alle chitarre, Giorgio Santandrea degli Alphataurus alla batteria e Carlo Degani alla voce con Paolo Tofani degli Area, anche lui mitico chitarrista, a produrre (un disco prodotto nel 1974 che è rarissimo, dato che la Cramps non lo pubblicò mai, e vide la luce solo su Cd a fine anni ’90); il terzo è Alberto Radius, che ha attraversato 40 anni di musica italiana, segnando un traccia profondissima con i Formula 3 e il sodalizio “indiretto” con Lucio Battisti. Proprio la storia di Radius si intreccia con quella che ho deciso di raccontare oggi: a Milano nel 1965 una band, che si chiamava Quelli, il cui cantante è Antonio Teocoli, poi divenuto famoso comico con il nome di Teo, il cui batterista è Franz Di Cioccio, pubblicano il loro secondo singolo, Una Bambolina Che Fa No No No (cover in italiano di La Poupée Qui Fait Non del cantautore francese Michel Polnareff): hanno un buon successo e Alberto Radius è chiamato a sostituire il chitarrista e autore della band, chiamato al servizio di leva, Franco Mussida. Mussida dopo il servizio militare tornerà nei Quelli, alternandosi a suonare in alcuni tra i più importanti dischi italiani: ricordo tra gli altri le collaborazioni con Fabrizio De André, con Lucio Battisti, la sua chitarra è quella de La Canzone Del Sole, Paolo Conte, Francesco Guccini. Nel 1971, con l’ingresso di Mauro Pagani, la band dei Quelli diventerà la Premiata Forneria Marconi, che segnerà un’epoca, suonando nei più grandi palcoscenici del mondo, in tour negli USA 50 anni prima dei Maneskin, disco considerati dei capolavori anche dalla stampa estera, con milioni di copie vendute nel mondo. A quel suono contribuì non poco l’estro compositivo ed esecutivo di Mussida, il suo tocco elegante e delicato, in alcuni dei passaggi chitarristici più famosi del periodo. Più che a quel periodo, vorrei però ricordarlo da un altro punto di vista: impegnatissimo nel sociale (l'insegnamento all'interno di carceri e nelle comunità di recupero della Lombardia), Mussida nel 1984 fondò a Milano il Centro Professione Musica, una scuola di musica popolare contemporanea che recentemente è stata riconosciuta Centro di Alta Formazione Musicale, scuola a cui si deve la formazione di moltissimi artisti, ultimo dei quali Mahmood. Solo nel 1991 pubblica il primo disco solista: Racconti Della Tenda Rossa. La Tenda Rossa del titolo era la tenda all'interno della quale trovarono rifugio i superstiti dell'incidente del dirigibile Italia del Comandante Umberto Nobile da quando caddero sul pack della banchisa polare artica alle ore 10:33 del 25 maggio 1928 sino al momento del loro salvataggio operato il 12 luglio dal rompighiaccio sovietico Krasin. Il disco è composto da 14 brani, caratterizzati dalla sua chitarra jazz con accenni di musica etnica (sono gli anni dell’esplosione della world music). Mussida in alcune canta anche, sfoggiando un bel timbro dolce ed elegante: Voci, Orizzonti Del Cuore, uno strumentale delicatissimo per chitarra e pianoforte, Radici Di Terra sono piccole gemme intrise di smooth jazz, contrappunti di strumenti particolari, tra cui i flauti indiani, tabla, sezioni di fiati come il bel sax di La Cava Di Sabbia. Himalaya e la piccola serie di strumentali come La Tempesta, Porti Lontani, Piani Paralleli potrebbero passare per una musica scovata in qualche disco perduto della ECM; Caffé Concerto, che sa di bossa nova, ha in sottofondo il brusio delle voci di una clientela di un bar. Prodotto dalla Virgin, Mussida si avvale di una foltissima schiera di musicisti di grande qualità, tra cui spiccano i nomi di Tino Tracanna al sassofono, le voci di Angelo Branduardi e Fabio Concato in Radici Di Terra. Mussida dopo 4 anni pubblicherà un secondo disco, Accordi, e nel 1997 uno dei suoi progetti più visionari: Sinfonia Popolare Per 1000 Chitarre, un’opera rock in tre atti che in un memorabile concerto in Piazza Duomo a Milano venne eseguita da una mega orchestra di 1350 componenti tra chitarre, fiati e coro. Rimane un mito per la sua sconfinata cultura musicale, per il ruolo di maestro e insegnante e perchè si leva il tocco delle sue dita sulle corde ad alcuni dei momenti più belli del rock di questo paese, e non solo.