#scalett

[redheadarcher]

I'LL BE DOING AN UNFOLLOWING SPREE !

i want to follow & write with every single one of my mutuals but. i’ve come to realize that i’m following a lot of people who just… don’t seem too interested in writing with me. people who never send memes or like starter/plotting calls or never interact with my posts in any way and after a while it does gets a little bit boring to be the only one trying. this is a two way street so if you’ve never showed interest in start anything i’ll most likely unfollow because i’m here to write & develop stuff, not to be just a number.

that said—IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN STILL BEING MUTUALS / WRITE WITH ME, GIVE A LIKE ON THIS POST ! otherwise i’ll mostly likely unfollow. if i unfollow you but you still wanna write, i’m more than okay with following you again

[via-the-ghoul]

Day 4, mutation. Finally Scalett’s butch-ifaction is complete.

[lovelydeps]

ariana what are you doing here!!

[anomaly-high-diaries]

[earanie]

nooo per farmi la moka mi son persa annalisa

[buscandoelparaiso]

[amphibologeist]

Scalett's fall outfit

[natashaslittlegirl]

Wattpad - SJ

Summary: You work with Scarlett, currently filming black widow movie sequel, she found something pretty interesting in your phone.

Scarlett Johansson ! Natasha x Reader

Smut, age gap (legal r), dirty talk, praise and degrading kink, roleplay, choking (s to r), spanking (s to r), slapping (s to r), strap on (r receiving), vibrator (r receiving), orgasm denial, squirting, overstimulation, begging, restrictions used, dumbification.

Words Count: 4100+

Wattpad Masterlist Scalett Johansson's Masterlist

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You spend all day filming on the streets, one scene of you and Natasha riding the city on her motorcycle scaping from Antonia, Dreykov's daughter, she was still controlled by some widow, the antidote didn't effect her.

So all day hugging and touching Scarlett leave you a little frustrated, you two become inseparable since day one so Scarlett tend to be a little handsy with you, what she didn't know is that you have a crush on her.

Since very young age, you imagined all kind of things with her, reading wattpad since fourteen wasn't pretty good, but well, it gave you a lot of comfort since you never thought you could ever meet her.

and now, at twenty two you were working with her and being her friend, but you never left the habit of your wattpad lectures.

Pretty tired you went to your trailer to take a nap before going home, Scar had to film another scene so that give you time since she was taking you to your apartment, which was on her way  home.

You change your clothes into a comfy ones and lay in the bed you had there, you spent ten minutes looking at the ceiling because you couldn't sleep, you were frustrated from all day.

So, what's better than read one of your favorites fanfics about the women who left you like that. You grabbed your phone, opened Wattpad and searched for abditory in your library.

Choosing was not hard, you loved all the chapters so you just pick one about Natasha and began to read.

A few more chapters full smut you closed your eyes and fell asleep, dreaming on all of what you read minutes before.

Scarlett finished the scenes at perfection, going directly to your trailer to pick you up. She knocked twice but you didn't respond, luckily you gave her a spare key for her just in case.

She entered slowly at seeing you sleep so peacefully, she walked to you to wake you up, finding your phone unlocked with a huge text on it.

She almost freak out because two days ago you have a little crisis because of an article that said you shouldn't be in that movie, that you weren't good enough to act with her and that kind of bullshit.

So she grabbed it to read what was on the screen, just to found out the dirtiest words about her, widening her eyes and parting her lips to let out a gasp, she sat on the side on your bed, reading all you had read.

She was in shock, she never thought you could like her in that way, but knowing that, she planned something that had been on her mind since the day she met you.

"Baby, get up, we need to go." she closed the app and left the phone on your hand again to wake you up.

"No, I want to sleep." you groan with raspy voice, making her bit her lip.

"Come on, I have something waiting for you." you turned your head to slowly open your eyes to find her smiling at you.

"What, tell me." she caressed your cheek, resting her hand on your face.

"You have to see it, so let's go, baby," she stood up, offering her hand to you, which you take it happily.

You grabbed your bag with your things to go off the trailer, but Scar told you to wait for her in her car, giving you the keys as she went to look something in her trailer.

The artic momkeys were resounding in your ears, with your phone connected to the radio, singing and vibing with the rhythm, waiting for Scarlett.

She entered the car ten minutes later, starting to drive instantly, singing with you on the way, but you didn't realize she missed your apartment.

So inversed in the music you just come back to reality when she parks in fron of her house.

"Wait, what are we doing here?" she put her hand on your thigh, giving you a little squeeze.

"I told you I have something for you." she got out of the car, you did the same, following to the front door.

"Rose isn't here?" you asked her after hearing nothing but silence in the house.

"Nope, week with her father." she said as she walked to the kitchen, "You want something to drink, honey?" she shout from there.

"Beer please!" you sat on the couch, nervous and still frustrated, praying the alcohol blow it away.

She came with two bottles, sitting next to you as she placed the drinks on the coffee table, grabbing the control of the speaker to play some music, the playlist that we listened on our ride.

You took the bottle, the cold liquid soothing your throat, Scarlett mirrored you, taking a sip of her beer.

"So, what's that you need to show me?" she put her hand on your thigh again, leaning closer to you until your legs were touching.

"Let's drink this first." She knew you were nervous and she was too, but she masked it perfectly.

After a couple of songs and two empty bottles, Scarlett told you to go upstairs to her bedroom and wait for her, that she needed to show you a new clothe.

Obediently you went to her bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, impatiently to know what she had between hands. In the wait, your mind took you to your ride on the motorcycle with her today.

How you had to hug her to not fall, her hair brushing your nose, smelling the coconut on it, how hot she looked on Nat's clothes, the black jeans and the leather jacket, the white suit oh god, that was the best one.

You were so busy daydreaming that you didn't hear the footsteps in the stairs, just to find out Scarlett passing the door with her black widow suit, it was right to say that your jaw dropped.

She looked incredibly hot, the black suit looked so perfect on her hourglass body, with the zipper a little more down than the movie had your gaze glued to it.

She walked slowly towards you, leaning over with her hands on each of your knees for support, her face just centimeters apart than yours, making you gulp.

"What do you say?" her husky voice crashed you.

"I- I you, you look good." you babbled.

"Just good?" she smirked at you as she tilted her head.

"No! I mean, y-you look really good." you felt the heat on your cheeks.

"Mhm and here I thought you were gonna find me hot." she stood up again, walking to close the door.

You rubbed your thighs together, nervously because of her behavior.

"You know, you look so pretty when you're nervous," she was in front of you again, her eyes going darker as you met her lustful gaze.

"I.." you didn't even know what to say.

"Can you give me your phone for a moment?" she put her hand in front of you waiting, you grabbed your phone from your pocket and handled to her, "password."

"1984" you said.

"Mm, let's see, I need to look for," she was scrolling through the apps until her face light up orange and you knew you were screwed.

"What did you open?" your voice came out in a shaky tone.

"Oh, here it is," she said ignoring your question, "you know I've never thought you were the kind of person that's into this, but you prove me wrong."

You gulped hard, feeling your heart beating fast at every second that pass. You were about to get up but her hand stopped you, sitting you again on the bed.

"Uh uh, stay sit pretty on the bed." she kept scrolling until she found what she was looking for, "ha, here it is." you shut your eyes close, not knowing what is going to happen.

But the next you feel is tight grip on your neck, taking you by surprise stealing you a dry moan.

"Scar, what the fuck." you grabbed her wrist but she was stronger that you.

"Oh, now you don't like it?" she tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"If you read it, how can you not like it?" your eyes widened, trying to think in a possible way of how did she found out.

"I- I"

"Don't even try to excuse you, I read everything, baby, I know what you want now," her lips were hovering yours, her hot breath crashing you, "that's why I prepared all this for you, she looked down to her suit.

"Sorry." you closed your eyes again, unable to look at her.

"Don't be, this just helped me to realize," she lean over, leaving a wet kiss on your neck, "that you are just for me."

She helped you to stood on your feet, grabbing the hem of your tshirt to take it off, leaving you in a lace bra that didn't last to much long, since she unclipped skillfully with one hand and threw it away.

You couldn't even move, you were too focus on not pass out right there.

Scarlett kneel in front of you, grabbing your pants, running her hands on your thighs while taking it off, leaving you just in lace black pantie.

"So beautiful." she whispered before leave a kiss on your lower abdomen.

"Scar, what are you doing"

"Nothing you didn't read, sweetheart." she got up, sitting you again on the bed, pushing you to the mattress until you were all lay on her bed.

"Aren't you mad?" she crawled on top of you, on of her legs between yours, her hands each side of your head.

"Quite opposite, I've waiting to have you since the day I met you," she began to kiss your neck, "touch you, kiss you, make you feel good." you gasped at her words.

You squirm under her as she suck on your pulse point, little whimpers leaving your lips. Scarlett pressed her knee to your cunt.

"So wet already," the kisses went up, tracing your jaw to your earlobe "I didn't even touch you"

"Please," you begged her.

"I know what do you need, baby." her hand trace your body, running over the inside of your thigh, nails scrapping your skin, burning you at the touch.

"Please, Scar,"

"Uh uh, you're not gonna call me that," she smirked again and that's when you understood why she was wearing the suit.

"You want me to call y-you Nat?" you whispered fearing that was not that.

"Mhm, weren't you reading a Nat smut today?"

you nodded slowly, you must have fallen sleep with your phone unlocked, regretting it but at the same time no.

"Do you remember what happened in the chapter?" you nodded again, "Good, because I do too." she grabbed your hands to put them on top of your head, "leave them there or I'll have to punish you." you let out a moan, knowing in the chapter you did get a punishment.

"Oh god." you breath out as she began to run her tongue from your neck to your breast.

"No noises." she suck your already hard nipple while squeezing and pinching the other one, trying your best to keep quiet, but when she bitted it you couldn't help but groan.

She let it passed and kept sucking on your breast until your hand went down to her hair, pushing her closer, she quickly grabbed your writs and manhandle you to lay on your stomach.

"Fuck,"

"What did I say to you?" her hand crashed to your ass, making you whimper, "looks like you want punishment after all." you didn't respond and another spank resound on the room.

Her hand was tracing over your ass while the other kept your wrist over your head. Pleasure runs through your body, the pain deliciously traveling like a wave of wetness to your cunt.

"You're so perfect, do you like this too much, don't you?" you nodded, groaning at the sore sensation of the spank, "such a perfect little slut for me, letting me spank you as you deserve." Scarlett husks as her hand crash again to your ass.

The knot on your stomach already forming, your thighs rubbing themselves in look for some friction. You turned your head to look at her, your arousal growing just from seeing her with her suit.

"Like what you see, detka?" her character's accent resound in your ears, gasping at her words.

"Yes," you breath out.

"Yes, what?" she spanked you again.

"Yes, I do," you knew what she wanted to hear but you didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

"Don't make me let your ass covered in bruises, detka." she let go your wrist to grab your neck, making pressure almost cutting the air.

"Yes, Nat." you moaned dryly, feeling so good to say it.

"Good girl." you moved your hips, but she quickly put you back in place by her palm slapping your cheek. "mhm not that good." 

Tears off pleasure forming on the corner of your eyes. She let go her grip, hooking her fingers on each side of your panties, taking them down your legs, goosebumps appearing on your skin at her touch.

"God, you're dripping, I wish you could see yourself." she was caressing your sore cheeks "bare ass spanked red with my hand prints, so pretty."

"Please, do something," you cried out, bouncing your ass to her.

"You took it so good, I think you deserve a reward, don't you, baby?" you nodded eagerly.

She kneeled you with your back to the headboard, mirroring and kneeling in front of you, one of her hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

Moaning in it, her tongue was inside on your mouth, kissing you roughly she swallows your moans.

Her other hand was running over your body, place it now on your inner tighs, you spread your legs wide feeling the smirk on her face.

Breaking the kiss because of the lack of air you couldn't resist but pulling her again to you, claiming her lips again in a passionate kiss.

Her index finger run the lenght of your dripping core, making you shiver as she gathered your wetness, to then rub your clit with low pressure, your hips bucking down.

Suddenly two fingers were inside you, thrusting hard into you.

"You like that?" Scarlett whispered, the rasp on her voice made you shiver.

"Fuck, yes." you were rolling your hips against her hand, the moans scaping your lips becoming louder.

The heat on your lower abdomen was becoming unbearable, the knot pressing on each thrust as she curled her fingers inside, touching all your weak spots.

"That's it, detka, keep moving," your clit was rubbing with the palm of her hand, her lips went to lick your neck, leaving marks on it.

"I'm gonna cum N-" you doubt for a second, but after a hard thrust you cried out her name, "Fuck Nat."

"Cum for me," A loud moan tempted to scape but her lips crashed yours, muffling every sound that rolled out your tongue, "the first one."

She helped you lay down on the bed, tying your hands with, you don't know with what, to the headboard, leaving then on the top of your head.

Scarlett lean over to her nightstand, and from your position you couldn't see what she took out, but a buzzing resound in your ears, knowing what it was going to happen.

Slow vibrations pressed your clit, making you rock your hips back to it, cursing at the sensstion, the vibrator running between your folds to stop again on your clit.

"Such a greedy pussy you have, huh" Scarlett was smirking at you, looking how desperate for her touch you were, trying to get more friction as you kept rocking your hips down.

"More, please," you breath out, she up the speed two times, making you squeeze your thighs trapping her hand between them.

"Spread your legs, I want you wide open for me, detka." you did as she told you, spreading your legs as much as you could.

The warm feeling on your stomach appeared again, more intense this time. Little tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling overwhelmed by the vibrations.

"I know you're close," you didn't notice that you were moaning loudly.

"Please, let me," she nodded at you, cumming with your eyes shut and bitting your lip, trying to keep the moans back in your throat.

"Two," the vibrator buzzed turned off, leaving it to your side as you still were trying to recover, panting for air, "such a good girl."

Scarlett lean over to kiss you softly, you shudder at the feeling of her finger brushing your inner thighs, making your best to not squeeze them.

You lazily responded to the kiss, but quickly keep her pace.

"Stay here, detka, don't move while I'm away." you hum as you see her get up and go to the bathroom. Sounds of her searching came frome there, you tried to take a look but again, because of your position you couldn't see anything. "close your eyes,"

You sigh annoyed but still obey her, closing your eyes hearing the footsteps closer, your body tense in anticipation, feeling a weight to your feet as she crawled over you.

"Open." she mumble, you gasp as your eyes widen, your eyes falling to the red strap attached to her hips, still on her suit you felt a wave of wetness rush you.

"Fuck," you breath out, your gaze goes again to her face, her lustful eyes running your naked body.

Scarlett leans over you, spreading your legs apart with hers, giving you a wet kiss you gasp as the toy touches your clit, not able to kiss her anymore.

She leans back a little, moving her hips to the toy to rub on your core. Smirking and looking every reaction of yours you groan in annoyance.

"Stop teasing," her hand grabs your neck again, moaning at the tight grip.

"Look at me," you met her eyes, dark green blown pupils, shiny with lust and desire "good girl, keep them open, I want to see you when I fuck you."

Her other hand went to the base of the toy, passing it between your folds, soaking it with your wetness to then push slowly inside you.

You gasp at the new sensation, trying your bes to maintaining eye contact with her, your jaw tighten as she thrust the entire length. Smirking at the expressions of your face she takes out almost all of the toy to push again harder.

"Fuck, Nat," your hands went into fists, grabbing the pillow behind your head.

She began to build her pace, fast and hard, making you closed your thighs to her body, feeling the end of the toy rubbing your clit.

"You have no idea how many times I thought of fucking you like this," you closed your eyes shut, but a slap on your face bring you back to reality "I said look at me."

Her husky voice dripping authority as much as you were dripping onto her sheets.

The toy stretching you perfectly as your walls clenched around it, whimpers and little moans rolling out your tongue.

"Fuck, you look so fucking good, detka," your mind was going fuzzy, so overwhelmed, you couldn't even think straight, each thrust bringing you closer to your orgasm.

"Please, please," you whiper at her, your wrists sore because of how much you were pulling your hands.

"Beg for it," she began to push harder inside you, your slick resounding on each thrust.

"Please, let me cum, Nat, please!" the last drop of dignity leaving your body as you begged her.

You couldn't hold it anymore, the heat was burning you from inside, crying again at the pleasure, Scarlett lean over to your ear, sucking on your earlobe to whisper.

"Cum all over my strap, make a mess on it." you couldn't resist anymore, exploding in a hard orgasm, wave of wetness coming out, squirting and soaking the toy.

She didn't pull it out, she untied your wrists with one hand to lift you up with toy still inside. Her arms behind your thighs as she pressed your back to the wall.

Not even a few seconds to rest, she began to thrust you again, the toy going deeper in you this time. You had to wrap your arms behind her neck to support, digging your nails on her hair, hearing her groan.

The wetness of your cum make it easier to move inside you, pounding harder and faster making you a moaning mess.

Your head fell back, hitting the wall, "N.. pl-"

"Such a pathetic little girl, can't even talk properly while I'm fucking you." she chucked at you.

"please" that's the only word that came out of your mouth, following by loud moans.

"You want to cum, slut?" she managed to grab your neck, pressing your whole body to the wall, impressed by her strength.

You nodded faster, her finger pressing the sides of your neck cutting off the air, she lean her face to bite your lip, salty taste of your tears.

Suddenly she pulled it out of you, throwing you to the bed, your body pressed flat onto the mattress as she grabbed your hips, lifting your ass on the air quickly pounding into you again.

Your walls clenching around the strap each thrust, on of her hands went to your head, tugging your hair in a ponytail lifting you up.

She close her face to your side, sucking your neck and groaning at your skin.

"Sluts don't get to cum." she throw your head back to the sheets, leaning back to spank you.

"Fuck, please! I can't anymore!" you cried out, feeling so overwhelmed.

Another spank crashed on your skin, a rough moan from the back of your throat.

"Isn't it that what you wanted, mhm, is all in that chapter." the sound of your bodies crashing at each thrust echoing in the room.

"Yes, but-" her hand slapped you again.

"No buts, you'll take what I give you or I'll stop." you buried your face to the sheets, couldn't forming a proper thought.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably, your hands into fists digging your nails on your palms, your back arching as you rock your hips back to her.

You were so overwhelmed but wanted more, you didn't understand why but you needed more.

"More!" that's the only you could think at this point.

"Such a needy slut you are, Y/N," she down her hand  to your front, stopping between your legs to rub your clit.

"Oh fuck!" it was hard to breath now, the feeling of passing out as the pressure on your lower abdomen can't be hold anymore, "Please, Nat, please!"

"Cum, baby." you couldn't resist anymore, cumming and squirting all her suit, moaning loudly as your orgasm washed you over, "god, you're so pretty when you cum." she praised you.

Scarlett helped you to ride your high, pounding slowly inside you until you couldn't take it anymore, pulling out of you, feeling empty without her toy inside.

You rolled over, laying on your back, your legs still shaking, your eyes close shut, lips parted trying to catch your breath.

You felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you over the edge of the bed, lazily you lift your head just to see Scarlett kneeled in fron of you, her face coming closer to your dripping cunt.

Her warm tongue swirl on your sensitive clit, licking you clean, running through your folds, gathering alm your cum.

"You taste so good, detka," she purred on your cunt, sending vibrations through your whole body, your next orgasm already building up.

Your hands went directly to her hair, pulling her closer, making her nose rub to your clit.

"Oh fuck, I'm so close." you bite your lip, tryin to muffle your moans, falling incredibly as Scarlett thrust her tongue inside you.

It took just a few more licks for you to cum, squeezing your thighs around her head, feeling her groan.

Your legs fell to the sides as she stood up, laying on your side, watching how you slowly recover from the last orgasm.

You turned your head to look at her, whipping the wetness from her lip with your thumb, smiling at her soft gaze.

"You liked it?" she lift her hand to caressed your cheek softly.

"So much, but now I want Scarlett." she smirked at you, giggling at your words.

"First some rest, baby."

[gaysessuale]

Eccoci qui, come l'anno scorso, il masterpost di Sanremo 2024 per quando la Rai toglierà tutto da RaiPlay. Qui il masterpost di Sanremo 2023, qui invece tutti i Sanremo passati dal 2022 al 2012 (con delle clip del 2001 e del 1987)

Annuncio dei cantanti al telegiornale, edizione del 3/12/2023

Sanremo Giovani 2023 (puntata intera, esibizioni, clip, videoclip, interviste)

Conferenza Stampa

Prima Festival con Paola e Chiara

Prima Serata (Clip, Esibizioni)

Seconda Serata (Clip, Esibizioni)

Terza Serata (Clip, Esibizioni)

Quarta Serata (Clip, Esibizioni)

Quinta Serata (Clip, Esibizioni)

Radio2 a Sanremo con Ema Stoccolma e Gino Castaldi (puntate intere, interviste)

Viva Rai2... Viva Sanremo! con Rosario Fiorello, Fabrizio Biggio e Mauro Casciari

Gli Autogol: Missione sanremo (puntate intere, clip)

DomenicaIN (esibizioni, interviste)

Dietrofestival 2024

Perché Sanremo è Sanremo - Speciale TG1 2024

Extra (scalette, interviste, M'AMA non M'AMA)

Il masterpost rimarrà in aggiornamento fino a che ci sarà materiale.

[theosconfessions]

@ohsosims

if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can do so over hereeee :)

theo: im not dying tomorrow, kid. or anytime soon. scarlett: i know..but youre also not the healthiest guy anymore. youre not THAT theo anymore.but his choices sure brought you to this point didnt it? theo: when did you get so smart, kid? sure as fuck not from me..not from your mother... scarlett: [shrugs] probably dad. theo: probably dad.. youre right...okay but im not doing anything for those shit ass producers so. scalett: theo, ill use tiktok and youtube. this isnt the early 2000s. theo: asshole[smirks] but it cant be some making peace thing. im old but. scarlett: thats exactly what this is. you come clean. then you and dad can heal. move on. probably fuck eachother up in other ways.

[diceriadelluntore]

Evidenze

Quelle in foto sono delle ciliegie. Della varietà Sciatta, che ha un brutto nome ma è squisita. Questa varietà rientra con altre tipiche del territorio nella recente IGP Ciliegia di Bracigliano, ridente comune collinare della valle dell’Irno in provincia di Salerno.

Per via del meteo (aprile freddo come gennaio, maggio piovoso il quadruplo del solito con grandinate e inizio giugno fresco) buona parte della produzione ciliegicola del Sud Italia è andata perduta, in alcune zone completamente azzerata. Va da sé che quelle del Sud sono le ciliegie precoci, pronte orientativamente da Maggio alla seconda decade Giugno, in attesa di quelle di altre zone più a Nord. Data la mancanza, la maggior parte di quelle che erano prezzate a 15-18 € al kg nei supermercati erano estere: Balcani, Grecia, Romania, Bulgaria (in questi due paesi, tutti gli impianti di tipo moderno delle ciliegie sono investimenti italiani).

Ho preso 50 kg di ciliegie direttamente da un’azienda agricola di Bracigliano, senza che me le scartasse, oggi 4 Luglio. 

Sapete quanto le ho pagate?

in un primo momento, non volevano addirittura nulla, ma convincendolo sono arrivato ad 1 €. Le ciliegie non sono tutte così belle, ma un 20% si, un 50% integro e saporito, e il restante 30 % da scartare perchè rovinato dagli insetti.

Diciamo che in definitiva, l’azienda potrebbe vendere ancora un 70% di un kg di ciliegie, il 20% a prezzo pieno, e l’altra parte come seconda scelta.

Ma non c’è mercato, perchè il prezzo che i commerciarti e la grande distribuzione conferisce alle aziende non copre nemmeno i costi di raccolta. Quindi conviene di più che quelle poche ciliegie rimaste, le uniche buono ma fuori dalla finestra temporale in cui venivano comprate negli anni precedenti, rimangano sugli alberi: qui la raccolta è più difficoltosa perchè gli alberi sono molto vecchi, alti anche 20 metri e la raccolta si fa solamente a mano, salendo sugli alberi con apposite scalette di alluminio. È molto più facile comprare a pochi spiccioli le ciliegie estere e vendendole a prezzi folli, che hanno un sapore tutto diverso non perchè siano necessariamente peggiori, ma perchè devono essere raccolte ad un certo grado di maturazione molto lieve per garantire un trasporto senza deterioramento. Per racimolare qualcosa, le ciliegie raccolte qui e non scartate vengono vendute alle grandi aziende alimentari per 60-70 centesimi di Euro.

È ciò che accade a considerare il cibo come un prodotto qualsiasi. Al netto del danno meteo, su cui non si può fare nulla nell’immediato, c’è la beffa dell’essere considerati fuori mercato per ragioni che non si spiegano, se non con la mera speculazione.

Lo spreco è il carburante che accende la contraddizione, la contraddizione mette in moto l’economia, e un’economia fiorente produce a sua volta nuovi sprechi. Haruki Murakami

[mermazing-art]

Scalett and Donatella Dragna

[via-the-ghoul]

Scp-049 and Scp-682 are both on the Tumblr Sexyman wiki.

Do you know what this means.

I can pull a C.A Cupid and submit Lavande and Scalett for the Sexyman Descendants.

Hahaha JK.

…unless-

[vintagebiker43]

"Vi dico la verità, io tenevo per i Troiani.

Perché effettivamente, primo, non avevano fatto niente; secondo, erano a casa loro, stavano facendo le loro robe, entra questo coi boccoli al vento, con la ragazza, «Chiudi la porta!», e si trovano in mezzo a una guerra.

Io tenevo per i Troiani. Però dicevo: Troiani, ma che cervello avete? Anime benedette, sono nove anni che fate guerra con questi Greci. I Greci sono superiori di numero venti a uno. Ogni mattina uscite dalla porta Scea, la porta principale della città, per cacciarli di nuovo via e loro, superiori venti a uno, vi ricacciano dentro. Ogni mattina!

Una mattina vi siete svegliati, avete guardato dalle mura verso la spiaggia, quella spiaggia che di solito è piena di gente che vuole tagliarvi a pezzi con vari oggetti da taglio compreso il coltello dello chef Tony. Una mattina guardate la spiaggia, la spiaggia è vuota, e cosa pensate“Abbiamo vinto!”

Non solo, ma davanti a voi c’è un cavallo enorme in legno, con la pancia a botte, le scalette ancora sotto, cosa pensate?

“È un regalo, portiamolo dentro!”

E lo portano dentro! Sfondano la porta Scea per portare dentro a spinta ’sto cavallo che ogni volta che prendi una buca senti bestemmiare in greco da dentro. Lo portano al centro della città, festa perché è finita la guerra.

A mezzanotte, tutti ’mbriaghi, si sdraiano per terra. A mezzanotte e un minuto dalle scalette scendono i Greci e massacrano tutti i Troiani.

"Non tutti. Due gruppi si salvano. Uno segue il principe più organizzato della storia dell’epica, il principe Enea, che secondo me aveva il motoscafo in porto, che appena arrivano i Greci è partito. Parte, va dritto, fa sponda sulla Tunisia e va a fondare Roma.

L’altro gruppo segue il principe più confuso della storia dell’epica, che si fa il giro via terra di tutta l’Europa, arriva nel punto più paludoso d’Europa e dice: «Bello qua, bello. Umidetto, diciamo, però... Guarda la maestà dell’airone, che si leva in volo al tramonto».

«Mi scusi, principe, non la voglio contraddire, ma quello non è un airone, è ’na zanzara.»

«Poco importa. Fonderò qui la mia città.» Ed è così che il principe Antenore, troiano, fonda Padova."

da "Eroi" di Andrea Pennacchi.

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Tag type list:

Picture Day: art of the characters

Lore: official non-diary writings from the universe

Student body: Character reference pics

Logs: Character diaries

Creatures: pets :)

(Officially introduced) character list:

Lavande Merle, child of the Plague Doctor: a cheerful soul, though she unintentionally freaks people out a lot, since they haven’t really interacted with many people who weren’t related to them or a zombie. Uses they/she

Connie Tainer, daughter of a Foundation Scientist: Connie’s been sheltered most of her life, so while she’s confused and snarky, she is genuinely happy to be here. Uses she/her

Oozelle Manson, daughter of the Old Man: an over-competitive sporty girl from the track team, Oozelle is someone who despises being bored, and loves keeping herself busy. Uses she/her

Aviya El Asem, daughter of Able: Aviya is always always full of energy and a will to stay active. She loves to skateboard, and tends to be a show-off, but understands that she has limits. Uses she/her but doesn’t care about pronouns that much.

Scalett Reptile, daughter of the Hard To Destroy Reptile: Scalett has never really been treated with love in her life, and doesn’t show much in return. However, her time here is defrosting her soul. Uses she/her.

Rosé Copperhead, fae (with an ethically sourced name dw): Rosé is rather jumpy, and has trouble going through with actions that might hurt her. They’re one of the sweetest kids you’ll meet though! Uses she/they

Forrest Copperhead, member of the Serpent’s Hand: the one who freed Rosé and her older brother, Forrest is a sweet, smart, and chill practicing mage. Emphasis on “practicing”. Uses he/him.

Royal Masquerade, daughter of the Ambassador (somehow): Royal’s the school’s resistant mean girl, who’s as egotistical as their parent. They have a soft spot for their childhood friend Wobble. Uses she/they

Wobble Bobbleton, daughter of Bobble the Clown: Royal’s more reluctant second in command, who does most of the dirty work and isn’t gloomy about it (she’s just gloomy in the first place). Uses she/her

Scorchpia Embers, daughter of the Burning Man: the third of Royal’s trio who’s mostly just in this so she can insult more people. She never runs out of energy and over-the-top schemes. Uses she/her.

Daydream, daughter of the Dream Man: a big fan of fairytale stories and happy endings, Daydream is a sweet soul who just wants to help her friends, even when they don’t know how. Uses she/they

Zohar Bumero, child of Robert Bumero. A rocking soul and lead singer of their band “Golden Rust”, Zohar wants to make a difference in this world, preferably one that fixes it. Uses they/them.

Scabina Sick, daughter of Grand Karsist Ion. Resourceful and honest, Scabina is a significantly nicer person than her name implies, though his sense of humor is a little dark. Uses she/he.

Yulia Kaust, daughter of the Yule Man. A cold girl, Yulia has trouble trusting others due to how monstrous her father is, and wishes to stop the darkness of the world she lives in. Uses she/her.

Molly Lochet, daughter of Moloch. A prankster at heart, Molly doesn’t entirely understand what her classmates are cool with, but is genuinely trying to get better with her pranks. Uses she/her.

Beauty P., the daughter of a beautiful person. Beauty is someone who believes she must be perfect in the eyes of all, but doesn’t quite know how to get along with her peers. Uses she/they.

Ursae Night, child of the night. Sweet and a little odd, Ursae is just a big softie. He collects rocks, but hasn’t found a heartshape one yet (though he really wants to give his GF Rosé one). Uses he/him.

Pox Spittings, son of Vector. Unlike the above, his name actually accurately describes his personality. He’s loud and immature with an ego to rival anyone else here. Uses he/him

Namseong-Yeou, son of the polymorphic humanoid. While more socially aware and quiet, he’s somehow Pox’s best friend. He still is growing tired of Pox’s (and everyone else’s) garbage-ness. Uses he/him.

Emerald Shaw, Elijah Shaw’s distant cousin. Emerald is… something not quite human, but is genuinely as nice as she seems. She’s just as unsure of her identity as you dw. Uses she/they.

Commandra Warren, born of the demon of war, a sporty girl who loves stirring up conflict (because she has to), scary movies, and herself. Uses she/her but doesn’t mind if you use a different pronoun to refer to her.

Ooky Spooky, child of Too Spooky, self proclaimed Halloween spirit who only consumes Halloween related content. She loves scaring people and being mildly unsettling. Uses any pronouns

Endgeline Crucible, daughter of the welt in the crucible. A creative (but introverted) practicing coder. Rebellious, and while she wouldn’t start a fight, she’d finish one. Uses she/her.

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