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txttletale · 10 months

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I'm asking this genuinely, as a 19 yo with no education in economics and a pretty surface level understanding of socialism: can you explain the whole Bananas discourse in a way someone like me might understand? In my understanding it's just "This is just a product we can give up to create better worker conditions and that's fine" but apparently that's not the full picture?

alright so some pretty important background to all this is that we're all talking about the fact that bananas, grown in the global south, are available year-round at extremely low prices all around europe and the USA. it's not really about bananas per so--the banana in this discourse is a synechdoche for all the economic benefits of imperialism.

so how are cheap bananas a result of imperialism? first of all i want to tackle a common and v. silly counterargument: 'oh, these ridiculous communists think it's imperialist for produce to be shipped internationally'. nah. believing that this is the communist objection requires believing in a deeply naive view of international traide. this view goes something like 'well, if honduras has lots of bananas, and people in the usa want bananas and are willing to pay for them, surely everyone wins when the usa buys bananas!'.

there are of course two key errors here and they are both packed into 'honduras has lots of bananas'. for a start, although the bananas are grown in honduras, honduras doesn't really 'have' them, because the plantations are mostly owned by chiquita (formerly known as united fruit) dole, del monte, and other multinationals--when they're not, those multinationals will usually purchase the bananas from honduran growers and conduct the export themselves. and wouldn't you know it, it's those intervening middleman steps--export, import, and retail, where the vast majority of money is made off bananas! so in the process of a banana making its way from honduras to a 7/11, usamerican multinationals make money selling the bananas to usamerican importers who make money selling them to usamerican retailers who make money selling them to usamerican customers.

when chiquita sells a banana to be sold in walmart, a magic trick is being performed: a banana is disappearing from honduras, and yet somehow an american company is paying a second american company for it! this is economic imperialism, the usamerican multinational extracting resources from a nation while simultaneously pocketing the value of those resources.

why does the honduran government allow this? if selling bananas is such a bad deal for the nation, why do they continue to export millions of dollars of banans a year? well, obviously, there's the fact that if they didn't, they would face a coup. the united states is more than willing to intervene and cause mass death and war to protect the profits of its multinationals. but the second, more subtle thing keeping honduras bound to this ridiculously unbalanced relationship is the need for dollars. because the US dollar is the global reserve currency, and the de facto currency of international trade, exporting to the USA is a basic necessity for nations like honduras, guatemala, &c. why is the dollar the global reserve currency? because of usamerican military and economic hegemony, of course. imperialism built upon imperialism!

this is unequal exchange, the neoimperialist terms of international trade that make the 'global economy' a tool of siphoning value and resources from the global south to the imperial core. & this is the second flaw to unravel in 'honduras has a lot of bananas' -- honduras only 'has a lot of bananas' because this global economic hegemony has led to vast unsustainable monoculture banana plantations to dominate the agriculture of honduras. it's long-attested how monoculture growth is unsustainable because it destroys soil and leads to easily-wiped-out-by-infection plants.

so, bananas in the USA are cheap because:

the workers that grow them are barely paid, mistreated, prevented from unionizing, and sometimes murdered

the nations in which the bananas are grown accept brutally unfair trade and tariff terms with the USA because they desperately need a supply of US dollars and so have little position to negotiate

shipping is also much cheaper than it should be because sailors are chronically underpaid and often not paid at all or forced to pay to work (!)

bananas are cheap, in conclusion, because they're produced by underpaid and brutalized workers and then imported on extortionate and unfair terms.

so what, should we all give up bananas? no, and it's a sign of total lack of understanding of socialism as a global movement that all the pearl-clutching usamericans have latched onto the scary communists telling them to stop buying bananas. communism does not care about you as a consumer. individual consumptive choices are not a meaningful arena of political action. the socialist position is not "if there was a socialist reovlution in the usa, we would all stop eating bananas like good little boys", but rather, "if there's a socialist revolution in the countries where bananas are grown, then the availability of bananas in the usa is going to drop, and if you want to be an anti-imperialist in the imperial core you have to accept that".

(this is where the second argument i see about this, 'oh what are you catholic you want me to eat dirt like a monk?' reveals itself as a silly fucking solipsistic misunderstanding)

and again, let's note that the case of the banana can very easily be generalised out to coffee, chocolate, sugar, etc, and that it's not about individual consumptive habits, but about global economic systems. if you are donkey fucking kong and you eat 100 bananas a day i don't care and neither does anyone else. it's about trying to illustrate just one tiny mundane way in which economic imperialism makes the lives of people in the global north more convenient and simpler and so of course there is enormous pushback from people who attach moral value to this and therefore feel like the mean commies are personally calling them evil for eating a nutella or whatever which is frankly pretty tiring. Sad!

tldr: it is not imperialism when produce go on boat but it is imperialism when produce grown for dirt cheap by underpaid workers in a country with a devalued currency is then bought and exported and sold by usamerican companies creating huge amounts of economic value of which the nation in which the banana was grown, let alone the people who actually fucking grew it, don't see a cent -- and this is the engine behind the cheap, available-every-day-all-year-everywhere presence of bananas in the usa (and other places!)

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landograndprix · 4 months

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part iii - part v

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

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➪ established relationship mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

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chrisevansonly · 9 months

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𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

✯charles leclerc x latin!female reader

✯when charles wants to learn some more spanish, he knows he has the best teacher around

✯no warnings v fluffy:)

✯this was requested!! it’s a little short but i hope i did it justice! i cannot speak much spanish, i only really speak english, italian and french so this will probably mostly be written using a translator😅🫶🏻

You looked at Charles, almost wanting to giggle at how sweet he looked, mere moments before this he’d come over asking you if you’d help him with with Spanish. You’d moved to Monaco from Colombia almost 6 years ago, your father expanding his business to the rich and wealthy of Monte Carlo. Of course being a motor sports fan you attended the grand prix in the city a few times, which is where you met Charles almost 2 years ago now.

“You want me to teach you spanish mi alma?”

Charles simply nodded

“What, Carlos can’t teach you?”

“I mean he does, but I’d rather learn from you…”

You couldn’t lie hearing him admit that made your cheeks flush, after thinking about it you nodded, patting the spot on the sofa beside you

“Well you know some at this point, I’m not sure what you want me to teach you”

Charles thought about what exactly he wanted to learn before smiling

“Maybe something about racing, about the cars and you know..”

Now that made you laugh but you obliged

“okay so, el coche se sintió bien hoy, that means that the car felt good”

Charles nodded

“El coche de sintió bien hoy”

You smiled

“You can use that in an interview if you want, something else you can say is estoy orgulloso de correr para Ferrari”

“So something something Ferrari?”

Laughing you hit him gently, knowing he didn’t let you translate first

“It means I am proud to race for Ferrari”

Charles smiled before repeating that back to you once again, his eyes watching yours carefully and meticulously so he wouldn’t miss any tricky words. In reality part of the reason he asked you to help him touch up on his Spanish was because he loved listening to you in your native tongue. He found the language intoxication when you spoke, yet he still struggled if you and Carlos got into heavy conversation: conversation he wished he could be apart of.

“Te amo mi corazón” (i love you my heart)

Smiling you leaned forward to gently hold Charles’s face, pressing your lips to his

“Te amo mucho mi amor, para siempre” (i love you so much my love, forever)

Pressing a kiss to your lips again Charles couldn’t help but smile, you were truly his everything, even if he couldn’t keep up with your language all the time, he made damn sure to make the best effort and get lessons from you.

“You know I might start charging you for Spanish lessons baby…you never know”

Charles laughed, his eyes squinting like they usually did when he smiled or laughed, one of your favourite things about him.

“What my love for you is not payment enough?”

You paused pretending to think about it as Charles placed a hand on his heart

“Chérie tu ma blessé!” (darling, you hurt me) F

If there was one thing you loved about Char it was how dramatic that boy could be, but it didn’t stop you from placing kisses across his face, getting him to smile once again, even if it was his plan all along

“Oh my poor Charlie, how will you ever survive”

“Un beso per favor…?” (a kiss please?)

Smiling you cupped his cheek gently, his eyes watching you intently

“Cómo podría decirte que no.” (how could i ever say no to you)

Happy when your lips met his, Charles knew right then and there you’d be the only person to ever teach him Spanish again.

Especially if he got to request a little extra loving from his favourite girl in the world.

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fan-goddess · 8 months

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For your kinktober requests, I just think that Ettore + breeding… 🙂

Authors note: I see exactly what you mean! Though I’ve gone more canon Ettore with this as a test, and I sort of am satisfied? I kinda went less breeding than I wanted cause I went with reader POV rather than Ettore who trust me is a lot more vocal in his head than in person. Still, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: P in v sex, breeding kink, SA content, very dubious consent, dirty talk, tread lightly with this big warning bellow (if I miss anything important you think I should add let me know)

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THIS IS A DARKER FIC THAN THE ONES I USUALLY WRITE, SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION BEFORE YOU READ

The ship was lonely as hell, but that fact was nothing you hadn’t already figured out before.

Relationships were strictly forbidden, by the orders of Dr Dibs. The woman said it was due to the fact it’s interfere too much with her research. Although, it also could’ve easily been due to the fact she’s just a psychotic cunt who wants everyone to be as miserable as she is. Anyone with eyes could see that she herself was making eyes at one of the men named Monte. Yet no matter how many times he seemed to deter himself away from her, the bitch never seemed to take away the idea of no as an option.

Though it seemed Dibs wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand the whole no relationships of any kind business.

There was also Ettore.

Ettore, whatever his last name was, was to put it simply, a perverted creep. His eyes would rake over your body everytime you entered the same room as him, and he’d always have this smug smirk as his face whenever you caught him.

What was worse however than hating it, was actually thinking about his smug face in the box whenever you got the urge to. Thinking about him smirking in the skin of your neck as you bounced on his cock, made your skin flush in embarrassment and your mind reel in lust.

You were content though. Living in the sweet ignorant bliss of your thoughts practically everyday. Until one afternoon, that bubble of ignorant bliss was popped by none other than Ettore himself.

It was an unknown day as you were leaving the box. The outside was always dark. For all you knew you could’ve been awake at 2AM and going to bed at midday. Yet still, you already knew you’d never forget this day, no matter the darkness.

“Going somewhere?” The sudden noise made you jump in shock as you grip you chest in fear. Yet when you turn around to accuse whoever scared you, the words die on your tongue as you made eye contact with those same predatory eyes you recognised all too well. Ettore.

“Just, just to the games room.” You stutter. It’s not a complete lie. You needed something to distract you from the horrors of a life you’ve lead yourself to live. Who knows… maybe a beaten up rubix cube could fix that need…

“Hm…” You hate how your body somehow has a physically reaction to that noise. The heated flush you can feel in your cheeks makes you feel almost coy for the first ever since you were forced on the hell like ship.

“Well, that doesn’t sound right. Though what’s good for me, as I think you’re lying right now…” His voice feels like it’s dripping with venom, and his eyes hold the same glint predators have when they successfully manage to trap their prey.

You try to move past him, to get to the ladder to escape this version of hell. Yet as soon as you get close enough to him, his hands grab at the skin of your arm and push you to the steel walls of the room, his face so close to yours that you could practically feel his warm breath on your face.

“What the-“

“You were moaning my name in the box princess…” As he said this, the single hand that he wasn’t using to subdue you was being used to practically fondle your body firmly and without regret. When he gets to the swell of your breasts, a sharp hiss is released when his fingers roughly tug on your chest through your thin shirt. “Needy cocktease…” He groans as he gropes you.

“Please stop…” You whisper, your heart racing like a fish caught in a corner by a shark.

“No. I don’t think I will. Needy cockteases always want it in the end…” He doesn’t stop to ask if you want this as he pulls down your trousers and pants in one rough tug, and when you try to turn your head away and get some leverage to run, a hand of his rough grabs at the skin of your throat and squeezes carelessly in a warning manner.

He doesn’t seem to care when you begin to gasp and cough from the lack of air. If anything, it seems to make the bulge that pokes into the skin of your leg harder.

“I’m going to fuck you now. And when I cum, I’m going to do it deep inside of you so it takes root. And when that fucking bitch of a doctor looks at you, it’ll be too late for her to stop it. When I’m done with you, you’re going to be fucking dripping of me, and you’re going to take it like a good whore.”

His words make the hair on your neck crawl from a mixture of horror, disgust, and self-loathing at the fact a part of you is enjoying this treatment. It’s that same part of you can’t stop yourself from nodding in agreement at his words.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him when he brings down his own loose shorts, nor can you bring yourself to give him the satisfaction of a reaction when he thrusts himself inside of you.

Yet even so, a sharp hiss you can’t stop yourself from releasing is let out into the skin of his neck when he practically begins to fuck you.

His murmurs are illegible, and yet still they somehow sound so loud. You don’t even have to actually listen to know what he’s saying. His words from earlier and his body language says it all.

His hands focus no more on subduing you, to your relief, now that you’ve practically gone limp in his arms. Instead, they grip so hard on your hips you already know they’ll leave visible bruises no later than tomorrow morning.

No preparation was really needed given the fact you were fucking yourself on a fake cock not even half an hour ago. Yet even still, it’s a strange sort of thrill you feel when you realise your body accepts him. That even though your brain is screaming at you to tell him to stop his assault, your body is clinging tighter with a degree of roughness you never knew you had.

“Ettore please” You have no idea what it is your begging for at this point. Your brains too far gone to tell if this has become a cry for help or a cry for more. Either way, Ettore listens with a selective ear.

His cock slams inside of you harder, and the grip he has on your hips somehow tightens as his hand manoeuvres to press at your lower stomach, where you can practically feel his cock hitting your sweet spot with a wanton cry.

You can feel the fiery hot feeling of pleasure trickling down your spine, and when you try to tell Ettore you’re close, all you the noise you can make is a pathetic whine.

“Aw… is my little whore drunk on my cock already? Are you gonna cum is that it? Is that why you’re mewling on my cock like a kitten? Well good for you kitten, cause the feeling of your tight cunt is gonna make me cum. And I know exactly where I’m gonna do it… stuff all of it in you till your dripping.”

Your brain finally kicks in as you beg for him to stop. To give you mercy. But all he replies with is a devilish smirk and a sharp slap to your confined tits as you cry out.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do…” He says with a dark glare.

When you cum on his cock, a strangled noise you didn’t even realise came from you is released for all to hear. Yet it’s released time and time again as Ettore continues to use you for his pleasure.

Your whimpers louden as your nerves practically catch alight with pleasure. Your whole body feels as though it is on fire as it burns with overstimulation, and yet when it is quenched by another orgasm, you almost wish for it to be let alight again.

With a groan though, you can feel Ettores body stiffen as he cums inside of you, and his hand pushing almost painfully on your womb. As if to try and feel where his seed fills you to the brim.

When he eventually releases your body from his hold though, the exhaustion hits you suddenly, and you slump against the wall to not fall to the floor.

You watch Ettore in silence as he puts his softening cock back inside of his shorts, before barely looking at your still half naked body.

“I’ll see you soon. Can’t let you go unfilled for too long…” He smirks, before walking and climbing up the ladder, leaving you all alone.

You continue to stand there in silence, and a shudder of a breath you didn’t realise you were holding escapes you as his spent leaks from your cunt down your thighs.

You place one of your hands where he held you so intently, and you find you can still feel the warmth of your where his touch lingered on your skin.

Maybe that is what it’ll be like now with your new found relationship with Ettore? A constant state of burning…

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Sollux x Karkat: Monte Cristo; Croque Monsieur, a coalition competition fic!

Monte Cristo; Croque Monsieur (4195 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sollux Captor & Karkat Vantas, Sollux Captor/Karkat Vantas Characters: Karkat Vantas, Sollux Captor Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Ambiguous Relationships, Canon Compliant, Valentine's Day Fic Exchange, Valentine's Day, Lunch, Awkward Dates, Affectionate Insults, graphic and sexually charged insults, Best Friends, Insults Summary: Shortly before the events of Homestuck^2, Sollux receives an invitation to a lunch date with Karkat. A ceasefire has been called for a single day, for some reason this day is important to Jane. The only problem is that Sollux and Karkat haven't spoken more than ten words to each other for nearly thirty years.

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sirphrogington3rd · 1 year

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"So pathetic" part 2-ish(Ettore x reader)

Warnings: murder, talk of rape, violence, P and V smex, again VERY VERY VERY toxic, and other stuff just beware

Info on you: You are an animalistic killer with an unending bloodlust, it was a wonder why you weren't immediately executed. You have a hard time handling your emotions. you were assigned to the gardens and tried your best to be good.

Author's note: Umm again this is really just smut, also I am a Wattpad writer(sirphroge), Help a girl out🤞🏾😘

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Ettore watched you tend to the plants, savoring your form. You would glance in his direction every once in a while, you needed to talk to him

"E," you called

He perked up, you called most by their first initial, you had exceptions, Monte, Mink, and Doc. Ettore walked into the garden toward you, stopping just in front of you. You place your hand on his neck, your thumb resting on his Adam's apple, and you pulled his face close to yours

"I looked at your file," you said, "if you touch any other girl on this ship without permission, I will kill you, beat you into a bloody pulp."

He looked down at you and flared his nostrils as he breathed in your smell

"Do you understand?" you said

"Now why were you in my file?" he asked cockily

"I was helping Doc, just came across it," you told

He raised his brow, "I bet I'm not the worst in here," he said and crossed his arms

You laugh, moving your hand away, "you would be right then."

Ettore grabs the straps of your overalls in an attempt to intimidate you

"I've not only killed, but I've tortured, mutilated, disfigured, overpowered, children, adults, teens, males, and females. You mean nothing to me."

He pulls you closer by the straps, placing a kiss on your lips

"smashing," he comments

"Kill yourself."

He smiles at getting under your skin, you walked past him and into the shed, unclipping your overalls, sliding them off. You wore your overalls over your shorts. You folded the fabric and felt two hands grab your waist, Ettore nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin.

"Stop that," you told tugging away from him

"Mm, I want to fuck you," he said, "you didn't let me"

You smack him with the dirtied overalls, and he recoiled in surprise, you tossed them into the hamper as Dr. Dibs peeked her head in

"Lunch!" she yells

"Coming Doc," you answered

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You sat down in the cantine, eating your food, Ettore tried sitting next to you but you moved away quickly. Boyse telling you to sit with her and the other girls

"He's obsessed with you," Mink comments

"He can fuck off and die," you said picking at your nails

"So, why are you here? what did you do?" Boyse asked

"I'd rather not say," you spoke

"Understandable," Mink says

You sit up excusing yourself and walk out of the cantine and to the ladder, descending it, you needed to use the box. Get some relief. You walked in and took a condom placing it into your pocket

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A while later Ettore went down so he could use the box, the door was closed and he could hear soft moans from behind the door. His name, he heard his name being moaned. And after a bit of silence, the door opened and he watched you step out.

"So you want me too," he said

You jumped slightly, "Jesus fucking Christ!" you exclaimed

Ettore walked toward you, and you watched him. He placed his hand on your face, holding the space where the jaw connects to the neck.

"You want me," he repeats

"Go fuck yourself," you said and pushed his hand away

"Gladly," he said with a smile pushing past you and into the box.

You growl annoyed by him and turn kicking the door of the box and storming away.

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That night you stalked the hall, your footsteps were hidden by the hum of the ventilation system, you walked into the boys' bunk and remembered how Tcherny is sleeping in the garden. Monte was fast asleep, and Ettore seemed to be sleeping as well, but you weren't an idiot.

You walked deeper into the room, kneeling beside Ettore's bed, you drag of finger down his neck. You lean towards his ear

"I know your not sleeping," you whisper

He didn't answer

"I know you want me," you whisper, "And I want you."

you heard his breath hitch slightly, a smile tugged at your lips, and stood walking out of the room and back to yours. Ettore opened his eyes and with a cheeky grin follows after you, You walked into your room feeling his stare. you turned and Ettore was there, mere inches from you

"I knew it," he says

You smirked and let out a laugh as he backed you against the wall slowly, waiting, hoping, praying, that you wouldn't tell him to stop. His hands made their way to yours pinning you to the wall, He then placed a kiss on your lips. Hunger throughout the steamy kiss.

"Ettore," you say quietly against his lips

He felt himself getting hard at the sound, "say it again," he demanded

"Ettore," you said but this time a slight moan backed it up, teasing him

He moves his hand to hold your face, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. His other hand moves up your shirt, playing with your hardened bud.

He watched as you tried to keep your composer, You tightened your jaw trying to keep yourself quiet, and you placed your hand on his cheek. You brought his face close, smooshing your lips against his. His tongue darted into your mouth, tasting, exploring.

"Fuck," he groaned

Ettore looked you over, he took the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. He threw it off to the side

"God, I hate you," you sigh

Ettore placed his thumbs against your nipples rubbing them, you furrow your brows as your breath got heavier. He moved one hand to hold your breast bringing his mouth to it, placing the pad of his tongue on your nipple, taking a nipple into his mouth; his hand groping the other. Ettore moved his face to your other breasts kissing the flesh

"No you don't," he tells

"I really do," you say a moan cutting you off as he bit your nipple

"Uh-huh," he hums placing more wet kisses on your chest

Running your fingers through his hair, your other hand on the base of his neck. He looks up at you his hands making their way to your underwear, sliding them off. You took off his shorts and then his boxers.

You wrap your fingers around the hardness. You being to stoke him, Ettore lets out a few shakey moans. You look into his blue eyes, which reminded you so much of the ocean, as you move the hair behind your ear. You get down on your knees nervously placing your lips against the tip, Ettore moved more hair out of your face as you bobbed your head.

He looked up at the ceiling, You glided your mouth up his shaft and looked up at him. You placed the tip into your mouth swirling your tongue around it, then taking the full length. You gagged, trying to slide his cock out of your mouth. Ettore looked back down at you and placed his hand on the back of your head pushing your mouth back onto his cock. You grab onto his thighs at the roughness of his actions, as he continued fucking the back of your throat. Ettore grips your hair, the fist unclenching and clenching, You looked up at him tears pricking your eyes.

You could barely get a full breath in and were choking on your spit, he then pulls your mouth up and then back down forcefully as he emptied himself into your mouth. Ettore looks down at your tear-stained face, as you move your mouth away coughing slightly and placing your hand on the floor, He then kneels down and placed his hand on your face resting his thumb on your bottom lip still slick with come and spit.

You push his hand away and wiped your face. You looked at him, and he seemed apologetic. You placed your hand on your head wiping away sweat-drenched hair from your forehead, you swallowed a breath as you pushed him onto his back, he shivered at the cold against his back.

You climbed on top of him sat on his lap, picked up your shorts, and took out the condom opening it and sliding it onto his cock. You take his cock into your hand and slide it into your awaiting hole, you clench your jaw stopping your moans. Ettore placed his hands on your hips, pushing you downward quickly. You let out a moan silencing yourself with your palm

"Fuck," you shiver

You grind your hips against him, hands on his chest. You start to move your hips up and down. Ettore used his core strength to lean into you pressing his lips against yours, kissing you over and over. Your arms drape over his shoulders, and his lips trail down from yours to your neck. He licked up your throat, and you bit your lip

Ettore smirked and you kissed him, your hands resting on his cheeks. You rested your forehead against him, panting, your eyebrows knotting together as a chill shot threw your body as you felt his nails dig into your thighs. You moved your head and rested it on his shoulder, your hands on his back, Ettore nuzzled his nose in your hair smelling you

You whined as you sit shakily back on his cock, Ettore moved your head kissing you.

"You sound so sweet, you taste so sweet, I want to do this every day, all day," he says

"Well you can't have me all the time," you said sleepily

"I know," Ettore spoke kissing your again

"I still hate you," you said

"sure."

#ettore smut #ewan mitchell #fanfic #high life #smut #mother #femme #ettore x reader #ewan nation #entertainment

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notasfilosoficas · 10 months

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“Si utilizas la mente para buscar un Buda, no veras al Buda. Mientras busques al Buda en otra parte nunca podrás ver que tu propia mente es el Buda. No uses un Buda para venerar a un Buda y no utilices la mente para invocar a un Buda. Un Buda es alguien que encuentra la libertad en la buena fortuna y en la mala. Mientras busques a Buda en alguna parte, nunca veras que tu propia mente es el Buda”

Bodhidharma

Fue un monje budista proveniente de un antiguo imperio de la antigua India, que abarca lo que hoy es Afganistan hasta el Mar Caspio, que vivió en los siglos V y VI d.C. y que los budistas consideran el vigésimo patriarca de una dinastía que regresa directamente a Gautama Buda.

A Bodhidharma se le atribuye sin haber fuentes verificables el establecimiento de la famosa escuela Shaolin de artes marciales Chinas.

Realmente se cuenta con muy escasa información acerca de la vida y orígenes de Bodhidharma, pero, según los textos con los que se cuenta, Bodhidharma nació alrededor del año 440 en la ciudad de Kanchi, era el tercer hijo del rey Simhavarman y brahmín por nacimiento, que se convirtió al budismo desde muy joven, recibiendo instrucción de Prajnatara, quien había sido llamado desde Maghada por su padre y es él quien le incita ir a China.

Cerrada la ruta comercial por las invasiones de los Hunos, Bodhidharma se embarca en un viaje que duraría tres años para llegar a China, alrededor del año 475.

Por aquel entonces, China se encontraba dividida en las dinastías Wei en el norte y Liu Sung en el sur, en donde la mentalidad imperante producía algunas diferencias en la forma de adoptar el budismo, siendo el sur de corte mas intelectual y erudito.

La referencia histórica de Bodhidharma en China, comienza en el año 520 según el author Tao-yuan, aunque algunos otros como Tao-hsuan lo sitúan 45 años mas tarde, en donde se dice que llegó a Cantón y que siguió su viaje hasta la corte del emperador Wu de la dinastía Liang, entusiasta patrón del Budismo.

Durante la supuesta entrevista con el emperador Wu éste le preguntó a Bodhidharma todo lo que había hecho para ganarse el mérito, (ya que en el budismo tradicional la acumulación de mérito es fundamental para alcanzar el nirvana). Pero la respuesta del monje le sorprendió al comentarle que él no había hecho absolutamente ningún mérito.

El emperador le preguntó; “entonces, cuál es el primer principio de la doctrina sagrada?”

Bodhidharma le replicó; “Está todo vacío; no hay nada sagrado”

A lo que el rey le preguntó: “Y quién eres tu para estar aquí con nosotros?”

Y Bodhidharma replicó; “No se”.

Como el emperador se mostrara contrariado por sus respuestas, Bodhidharma abandonó la corte sin mediar otra insinuación. Más tarde, aconsejado por sus asesores, el emperador envió en búsqueda del maestro, pero el emisario lo perdió de vista cuando cruzaba el río Yangtzé sobre un junco hueco instalándose en el norte.

La tradición Zen representa a Bodhidharma como un sujeto de aspecto feroz, de barba tupida y ojos penetrantes, muy abiertos en donde había no obstante, el esbozo de un guiño.

En el año 496, el emperador ordena la construcción de un templo Shaolin, en el monte Sung, provincia de Honan, al sudeste de Loyang para otro maestro indio pero es Bodhidharma el que se instala en sus dependencias otorgándole una fama posterior.

Acerca de la paternidad de Bodhidharma sobre las artes marciales del Shaolin, no existen referencias en ningún de las fuentes mencionadas en el desarrollo de ejercicios gimnásticos psicofísicos y marciales que se le atribuyan directamente a él. Y mas bien puede tratarse de ejercicios practicados por los monjes para defenderse por el relativo aislamiento del templo y la peligrosidad de los caminos infestados de bandidos y animales feroces.

Ya establecido en Shaolin, hacia el norte del monasterio, a medio camino de la montaña de los cinco animales, hay una pequeña cueva del tamaño de un cuarto pequeño, la cual mira directamente hacia el sol, en donde se cuenta que Bodhidharma meditó durante un total de nueve años.

Se dice que después de tres mil días mirando la pared, su sombra se marcó en la piedra y en ésta se puede ver la figura de un hombre sentado en postura de meditación.

Una leyenda cuenta que una vez cayó dormido mientras meditaba, y que se puso tan furioso que se cortó los párpados, fuera de la cueva en donde meditaba, los párpados en la tierra se dice que dieron origen a una planta que el propio Bodhidharma emplearía y que en realidad se trataba de la primera planta de té. Brindando el té protección a los monjes contra el sueño.

Bodhidharma permaneció en la cueva hasta que entre los años 486 y 593 apareció el que sería el segundo patriarca de Bodhidharma Hui-k’o.

Se dice que Hui-k’o espero pacientemente fuera de la caverna con la esperanza de que Bodhidharma lo instruyera, y tras múltiples intentos desesperado se cortó el brazo izquierdo y se lo presentó a Bodhidharma como testimonio de su angustiada sinceridad.

Fue hasta entonces que Bodhidharma preguntó que es lo que quería.

“No tengo paz en mi espíritu” - dijo Hui-k’o . “Te ruego que lo pacifiques”.

Bodhidharma replicó;” Trae tu espíritu aquí y ponlo ante mi y te lo apaciguaré”

“Pero cuando busco mi espíritu no lo encuentro” - Dijo Hui-k’o

Bodhidharma respondió; “ahi tienes, ya he apaciguado tu espíritu”

Y fue justo en ese momento que Hui-k’o experimentó su despertar.

Hui-k’o así se convertiría en el sucesor de Bodidharma y depositario del manto y el cuenco sagrado, reliquia que Bodhidharma habría traído desde la India y que sería el empleado por el propio Buda para la limosna.

La filosofía del Zen promueve la no acción, dejando quieta la propia mente y confiar en que esta seguirá su propia naturaleza, en contraste con el budismo tradicional de colocar a la mente bajo un rígido control y de excluirla de la experiencia de los sentidos.

Un buen ejemplo de budismo Zen es cuando el cuarto patriarca de Bodhidarma, Tao-Shin preguntó al tercero Seng-ts’an;

-¿Cual es el método de la liberación?; a lo que replicó Seng-ts’an; ¿Quien te tiene atado?;

“Nadie me tiene atado” replico Tao-Shin; “entonces, por que buscas liberarte?” Replicó Seng-ts’an.

Se dice que en el año 528 y poco después de haber transmitido su doctrina a Hui-K’o, Bodhidharma muere envenenado por un monje celoso.

Según Tao-yuan, los restos de Bodhidharma fueron enterrados en el templo de Tinglin, en la montaña de la oreja del oso, cerca de Loyang.

Una última leyenda afirma que tres años más tarde, un funcionario que caminaba por las montañas se encontró con Bodhidharma quien le dijo que se marchaba hacia la India, llevando un bastón y con solo una sola sandalia en un pie.

Este encuentro despertó curiosidad entre los monjes decidiendo abrir la tumba de los restos de Bodhidharma, hallando la tumba vacía y con una única sandalia en el interior.

Fuentes: Wikipedia, biblioteca.acropolis.org, libro: El camino del Zen (Alan W. Watts)

#budismo #budismo zen #zen #citas de reflexion #frases de reflexion #filosofos #shaolin #monjes #china #india #dharma #budist #filosofía zen #meditación

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DD Season 2 Places and Things Known to be Filmed

I wanted to catalog the locations and objects filmed that have been spoiled for season 2. I must have had a premonition because the Twitter(X) account most of these originated from has been taken down. They all seem very legit, but I always take these with a grain of salt.

The Louvre: We know it will be used in a flashback to the beginning of the outbreak due to filming pictures with tons of extras in modern dress.

We also know that the “Walking Dead” Louvre will be blown up. Norman said in November 2022 on the Jimmy Fallon Show.

2. Fort De Cormeilles- They filmed here over the summer, and supposedly, they are filming here again later this month. Here is a little history of the fort from Wikipedia:

After 1940 the fort was used by the German occupiers as an ammunition depot for the German navy. Following World War II the fort was used to lodge members of the French Forces of the Interior (FFI), then as a prison until 1956. From 1956 the fort was used as lodging for prison workers at nearby facilities, such as the Prison de Fresnes. Housing was built on the surface of the fort, and the complex featured a nursery school. The last families, principally North Africans and the family of the fort's keeper, left the fort at the beginning of the 1970s. From 1965 to 1997 the fort was used as a commando training center.[1]

The Fort de Cormeilles is now the property of the Green Space Agency of the Île-de-France regional government. Preservation work is in the hands of the Association des Amis du Fort de Cormeilles, a volunteer group, which encourages the use of the facility by artists and by television and movie studios. Public visits are available every month and on special occasions.

So, it was used as a prison at one point. The picture of Norman was listed as a set picture from the summer filming in that area. Notice the black eye just as in Consumed.

3. Mont-Saint Michele: Zabel said that there are many other parts of the island which will be explored in Season 2.

4. The Alps: Crews were seen filming in the Alps in Southern France. No reports as to who, if anyone, from the cast was there. Mountains do show up in the Season 2 promo with the tag “Finding Home is to Find Each Other”

5. Ris Orangis- A set that looks like an abandoned horse track. They filmed for at least a week there.

6. Luzarches- a rural setting with horses seen on set. I notice there is a golf course just below the area which I found very interesting. According to what I can find, “Luzarches” is an area of only about eight miles. I almost wonder if it could, at least partially, be a cover for filming at the Golf Bluegreen Golf Course. located just below on the map.

So, we have the Louvre(Wolves), Fort De Cormeilles(a former prison), and Luzarches( a rural area right next to a golf course), and Mont-Saint Michele(the white church). Hmm….

Things:

Yellow Jeep- Seen on set multiple times

Red, Blue, White, and Yellow Plane- seen on set several times.

What I found out about this plane is:

It's called Beechcraft Bonanza V Tail. The plane was made from 1947-1982. It can carry four people. It will go 500-700 miles depending on passengers. It could fly further with fuel bladders on the inside, but fewer passengers could ride.

I saved the best for last. According to reports, crew members posted pictures and video of this cutie on set for multiple days.

So, we have a dog, horses, yellow jeep, yellow truck, and a plane with blue, yellow, red and white markings.

We know things are not filmed in order, but Zabel said in October that most of the first three episodes had been filmed. Again, according to spoiler, filming will continue until mid-December. Based on the locations, it almost seems as if they will be moving from north to south this time. This would make senses because season 3 is rumored to be set in Spain or Italy.

Thoughts?

#bethyl #team delusional #team defiance #twd daryl and beth #beth greene lives #beth greene

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morrak · 6 months

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Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 135

I owe a guy (my thesis advisor) some stuff (a thesis proposal), so you'll forgive me for taking it a little easy this week. <- That's what I'd say if I were taking it a little easy this week. Instead -> Triple feature!

Two weeks ago, I promised some coffee stuff, which I intend to deliver. I'm not so brave as to think I can meaningfully cover three whole papers; my aim — to whatever extent I have such a thing — is instead to highlight a trend in The Literature. Probably interesting, likely consequential, currently free to peruse via the links below. In no particular order, let's consider:

Montagnon, C, F Sheibani, T Benti, D Daniel, and AD Bote. 2022. "Deciphering Early Movements and Domestication of Coffea arabica through a Comprehensive Genetic Diversity Study Covering Ethiopia and Yemen" Agronomy 12, no. 12: 3203. https://doi.org/10.3390/agronomy12123203

Montagnon, C, V Rossi, C Guercio, and F Sheibani. 2022. "Vernacular Names and Genetics of Cultivated Coffee (Coffea arabica) in Yemen" Agronomy 12, no. 8: 1970. https://doi.org/10.3390/agronomy12081970

Montagnon, C, A Mahyoub, W Solano, and F Sheibani. 2021. “Unveiling a Unique Genetic Diversity of Cultivated Coffea Arabica L. in Its Main Domestication Center: Yemen.” Genetic Resources and Crop Evolution 68 no. 6: 2411. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10722-021-01139-y

The How(s)

You'll note these all have the same first author. His official affiliation is given here as RD2 Vision, a company he founded after leaving CIRAD (the French Agricultural Research Centre for International Development, which supports "French science diplomacy" in "tropical and Mediterranean regions"). He was also the Chief Scientific Officer of World Coffee Research in 2018 and '19. Quelle surprise. The industry is huge, yes, but the world is small.

I only know about him because of some digging on Faris Sheibani (a co-author of all three papers), who showed up an awful lot in coffee-related media around 2020 and '21. He and his company, Qima Coffee, make a lot of hay about the uniqueness of Yemeni coffee, and also — quelle surprise — the potential expansion of specialty coffee supply chains into Yemen. Things have developed a bit in the last couple years, and I can't help but think of these papers while looking on.

The Text(s)

In the same no-particular-order as above:

SSR analysis! Principle coordinates analysis! Hierarchical cluster analysis! Daring today, aren't we? Not exactly novel methodology for genetic clustering, but to novel ends: characterization, more or less, of C. arabica's diversity in the (major) center of its broader domestication. Damn good evidence supporting current understandings of historical coffee migration, and reason to be curious about the plants in the area now.

SSR analysis and principle coordinates analysis, yes, but also some of that Monte Carlo shit. Turns out the names currently used by local farmers aren't especially good instruments for genetic clusters; region works better. Not news, maybe, but a new way of showing it. Probably the first time it's been published with quite this much vigor.

SSR. PCoA. Some other stuff. This is mostly them setting the stage for 1. and 2. — less refiend, maybe, but the tone is pretty excited. Practically bombastic, and it's no surprise given, y'know, the whole thing. More on that in a bit.

The Object(s)

Don't love the choices they made with the maps, but Figures 4, 5, and 6 are very pleasing.

These cluster charts could be great. They are not. This also suffers even worse than 1. for what I assume are Agronomy's wacky thin margin specifications. Bad to look at.

That neighbor joining tree in Figure 1 is positively mint. Don't care about the rest at all.

The Why(s), Though(s)?

In part because I think these are interesting on their faces. In another part, they're interesting because they illustrate in new ways several of The Industry's old impulses at once: having lifted coffee from Yemen and made its production a colonial project, the agronomical powers that be come back for seconds; threatened now (actually or ostensibly) by climate change and disease with the collapse of heretofore productive suppliers, there's hope for respite in "underexploited" genotypes; there's ample precedent for positioning Yemeni coffee as special and exclusive.

In fact it is special and exclusive (outside the immediate region, anyway) for a variety of genetic, geographical, and political reasons. None of those qualities are noteworthy in and of themselves; most plants have them to some significant degree. It remains true that the situation is (once again or finally, depending on who you ask) ripe for capitalization on a larger scale. Coffees from the populations in this paper are already available more broadly in (e.g.) the US. I haven't seen as much penetration in European markets, but then I'm not very plugged in anymore. Thank fuck. Maybe Japanese and Korean importers are ahead of the curve; they often are. Where the money comes from doesn't matter to producers since they aren't seeing much anyway. Especially not there, especially not now.

The point is that you — yes, you — are likely to see coffee labelled Yemen eventually. It might be a while, and the texture of the market will be different then, but these papers will be part of the reason. Maybe in five or ten years, having not heard of or thought of me in three or eight, you'll realize I had a bit of a point. I wish this was a harder game to call.

#images #untitled wednesday library series

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OC Interview Questions: Valerie Rose Barrère

Tagged by @ghostoffuturespast thank you! Love these little games and writing practices. Also needed to think how my V would actually answer these questions...

[Mama Welles' on a Saturday night.]

V (reading a book on the couch with her feet up): "What are you two giggling about over there? It's suspicious and I don't like it." Misty (cuddling with Jackie on the opposite end of the couch): "Oh, we decided to make you a dating profile." V (initial confusion followed by a bit of rage): "A dat… The fuck?" Jackie (with the laptop): "You need some action, hermana." V: "No. Absolutely not. Delete that shit right now." [Jackie gives V his best puppy dog eyes.] V (waiting a moment): "Uggh. Fine… I'm gonna regret this." Jackie: "Heh, wasn't actually sure that was gonna work." (straightening himself out to look more serious) "Nickname?" [V gives Jackie a bombastic side eye.] Jackie: "Oh right!" (Types the letter as he says it) "V." Misty: "Height?" V: "5ft 3in." Jackie: "Gender?" V: "Seriously, Jack?" Jackie: "What? I don't want to assume." V (sighing, realizing he has a valid point): "Sure. Female." Misty: "Orientation?" V: "Straight I guess?" Jackie: "Nationality and… or… ethnicity?" V: "Uhh, my mother was Scottish/French and I think she said something about my father being Finnish. Anyways, born and raised in Heywood." Jackie (speaking the words slowly as he typed his version): "White. Very white. Heywood born and bred." Misty: "Star sign? I know this one already. Sagittarius." [Updating to Libra - forgot it's actually been official, and I stick with a lot of canon] Jackie: "Favorite fruit?" V: "Honeydew melon." Misty: "Favorite season? Autumn, right?" V: "You got it." Jackie (using his most delicate voice): "Favorite flower?" V (sharply): "Snapdragons." Misty: "Your favorite scent?" V: "Oh man… I have so many… cedarwood, jasmine, sandalwood, bergamot, books…" [Misty nods in agreement, thinking of her favorite incense in the shop.] Jackie: "Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?" V: "Tea usually. I'm… selective when it comes to coffee." Jackie (types and mutters): "Psh. I'll say. Can never bring you coffee anymore." Misty: "Average hours of sleep?" V: "9 to 10. I get cranky with less." Jackie: "You sure do." V (annoyed, raised voice): "Do you want me to finish these questions or not Jackie?" Jackie (puts his hands up in surrender): "Alright alright… I take it you didn't get your beauty sleep… princess." [V punches Jackie pretty hard in the arm.] Jackie (rolling over holding his bruised arm, laughing): "Oww…ahah… oww. Heh." V: "Misty, if you'd please take the rest of the questions… unless you want to drag an oversized bodybag out the door." [Jackie flashes V a stupid grin.] Misty: "Dog or cat person?" V: "Hmm… It feels like cheating to say both. Maybe I lean towards dogs. It's been awhile since I've seen one though." Misty: "Dream trip?" V: "Europe maybe? I don't know if there's anything left of my parents over there but I guess I'm curious." Misty: "I'd love to go back to Poland one day. Favorite fictional character?" V: "Probably… Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo. It was one of my mom's favorites." Misty: "Number of blankets you sleep with?" V: "Zero or one… It's just too damn hot." Misty: "Aaand last one." V: "Oh thank god." Misty: "A fun fact?" V: "Uhhh. I guess… I enjoy retro video games?" Misty: "OK. Published." V: "Now will you two leave me be?" [bing.] Jackie (throwing himself at the computer): "Ooh! Look! Matches already, chica!" V (snatching the computer out of Jackie's hands): "Wait what? Lemme see." [V scrolls a bit, the reflection of the screen lighting up her face in the dark room.] V: "No. Noo. Definitely not. No." Jackie (takes the computer back): "Lemme take a look… I'll find you someone... Here! This guy looks promising, huh?" (excitedly turns the screen to face V.) V: "Oh. Damn. Lemme take a closer look… Nah. What a damn shame. He's NCPD."

#tag game #cyberpunk 2077 #oc interview #oc: valerie rose barrere #im still new here and don't know the rules #who wants to be tagged #a lot of current mutuals are already tagged or were the ones who tagged me

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The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home

The pitch: There is a Faceless Old Woman who secretly lives in your home. She's always there. But now, it's time to learn where she came from and how she ended up in the strange little desert community of Night Vale. It's a story of swashbuckling adventure, queer romance, thievery, skullduggery, betrayal, and, most importantly, revenge. For the Faceless Old Woman has been around for a very long time and she never forgets... or forgives.

While this book is set in the world of the podcast Welcome to Night Vale, it is absolutely NOT necessary to have ever listened to the podcast to enjoy it. The authors have gone out of their way to ensure this book is accessible to anyone, whether they're a Night Vale fan or not.

I’m shocked I took this pitch, rereading it ahahaha. I think it was a repitch and the original pitch was better? (hold on, I’m about to compliment the shit out of the book) If a pitch goes through, you can repitch and be automatically let through the next year if it doesn’t get drawn. Please Hold.

YEP THAT WAS IT HERE’S THE ORIGINAL PITCH

There is a faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home and for the first time, she's going to tell you where she came from and how she wound up in your home. It is a long globe-trotting journey involving swashbuckling, heroism, romance, and slow, but inevitable revenge.

I know you love the Count of Monte Cristo and this book is very much in that vein, as well as featuring some unique and intriguing characters throughout. There is mystery, double crosses, and some truly endearing and heartbreaking moments. Best of all, while the book is related to the "Welcome to Night Vale" podcast, it is absolutely NOT necessary to have listened to a single episode to enjoy the book. This is the story of a woman who has had an amazing and adventurous life and how her quest for revenge led her not only to Night Vale, but to the loss of her face and maybe even more than that.

I fucking L O V E CoMC and the pitcher knew that and this is a great example of how to use the things I love to help me find other things I might love. This is actually a great example of how you can pitch a book to me, that, I’m gonna tell you up front I had a fucking FABULOUS TIME READING--I finished it in one night, just gobbled it up--I would have taken in one way and not the other.

Non-spoilery review is just the pitch because truthfully it is VERY VERY hard to explain this book without spoiling it. That second pitch SLAPS and is all you need know (There’s a Jewish lesbian in the book but those of you looking for ‘queer romance’ are going to be disappointed, as it’s very much a side note to a character whose Jewishness is honestly more central and interesting. I loved it! It is the kind of thing *I* love, but if you are reading a book FOR that, you will come away disappointed)

Spoilers:

Fuck me running, okay, I expected to dislike this book. When i picked it up, I was like, “why, in the fuck, did I okay this? was I high?” mind you this is before I ever started reading just “From the authors of WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE” (a podcast I did not like at all) and “ALICE ISN’T DEAD” (A book I thought was blunt and hamfisted to the point of seeming to be written by talented teenager still learning about subtlety) comes A NEW STORY” I thought I had fucked myself over for reasons that I could not possibly understand, but I had bought the book and even used it was spendier than my usual and so I was like “FINE I GUESS UGH”

About 20 pages into it, I was super happy with my decision to read it. About 100 pages in, I was actually GLAD the storm had made my stream impossible because I knew I was going to finish this book out in one night.

This book hits on things I really love, and one of those things is revenge, and the nature of revenge, and what it does to a person, and what it makes us do to others. It has kind of a light touch, it wants to be kind of goofy about it sometimes, and those were actually the moments I thought it tripped, was when it was trying to be cutesy-comic-quirky about these very real things it was saying. Interestingly, when it was trying to be an arm of Welcome to Night Vale is when it failed for me, personally, basically.

She is so hellbent on her revenge that she refuses to pay attention to anything around her. There were so many times I screamed that she should be suspicious, that she should do a small amount of her own research, and the ending tells you that yes, the book WANTED you to be thinking that, though it was fine with you treating this like a stock fantasy/swashbuckle and believing everything the Substitute Father Figure said, only to be slapped by a mackerel in the face later. It all becomes about destroying the person who hurt her, and she’s swallowing poison the whole time hoping Edmond will eat her raw and die. It’s WILD.

I loved the scene with Albert where she literally cannot let herself let it go and be happy. The book is very very clear that this is not nobility, this is foolish stubbornness, this is continuing to cut open and reinfect a wound because healing feels like a betrayal. And not only does she ruin her own happiness, she ruins the happiness of her friends. She kills Andre, and Lora, and in fairness mostly inconveniences Rebekah deeply (who I loved and thought was a very very interesting character but I have already taken way more time on this review than I’m supposed to, so) because of her need for revenge, and she is outmaneuvered at every point, even to the end where Edmond dies peacefully surrounded by his family, while she’s a vengeful ghost of some kind.

And she continues to ruin her own fucking life. Death. Whatever. She continues to cut open the wound, loving every son, helping them, and then destroying them, and for what? It doesn’t seem to make her feel any better, it’s just a way of never letting her forgive herself for her father’s death but MORE IMPORTANTLY for the destruction she wrought on her friends and her own blind stupidity.

I fucking loved it. It buckled swash, it was about the power and idiocy of revenge, it was about what anger and hatred can meld us into and how it can destroy the beautiful things we ever were. This book sounds silly as shit when you look at the blurb and in fairness, yeah, I DO slightly wish it were in different hands that were not bound to a style of a podcast I find pretty eyerolling. But the themes are so fucking up my alley, the execution was largely solid, and I had a great time. Ate it the fuck up.

Will this get a rec asterisk? I don’t know! I think I liked it more than I think it is one of the highest quality things I read this year. Which isn’t to say I thought it was trash, I know trash and love trash, and I don’t think this was trash, but it wasn’t Great Circle. But it was a super fun example of the kind of thing *I* am looking for when I want a fun romp of a book.

thanks @notesfromtheidiotbox you hit it out of the park!

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ruiniel · 2 years

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Another way - V

Summary: What if someone in the 21st century stumbled upon this stranger during a turbulent storm, narrowly avoiding running them over, and what's more they can't understand a word coming out of their mouth.

Fandom: Castlevania animated series

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+ only

Tags & Warnings: explicit language, depressive character, character-meets-world, modern AU, Fantasy, References to personal Loss, References to Grief, some motion sickness, More tags coming

You trip once as you come down in the morning, grabbing the banister and rubbing at your eyes bleary with sleep, having stayed awake for at least an hour after hearing that nightly howling, after listening to the wild symphony of a cry while staring at the pitch-black beyond the skylight shaft. It was unsettling, but — you can’t sway the thought — fringed with a kind of… melancholy?

You glance at the couch, finding it empty, shrugging as you pass by it towards the kitchen space with its square windows and old furniture. Maybe he’s on a bathroom break, comes the random prosaic thought as you retrieve a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water.

Gazing out the window, your eyes rest on the proud evergreens, dark and shady against the sky. Since your time here has been cut short by what you’re currently calling ‘The Happening’, you sigh, already missing the forest paths and tracks you’d planned on taking, away from everything else in life as it stands now, if only for a time, until you might find something to grasp at within.

You refill the glass, and turn around; and scream — which, of course, startles Adrian, who takes a prudent and sharp step back with a troubled look on his face.

“Jesus Christ Monte Cristo, you startled me!” you take a deep breath, then lift your hands placatingly. “I’m sorry, that was… you’re quiet, no doubt about that,” you add, gazing at him and noticing how tired he looks, though his alertness has faded. Instead, you see something else: a shadow of resignation. “Morning,” you offer after, trying a smile. “How’d the couch treat you?” you turn around to reach for a glass, offering it to him.

He speaks, and you nearly laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but there’s nothing funny about this to him, no doubt; and though his voice is melodious the words sound wrong, they sound bitter and for a moment you stiffen — but whatever it was, it is gone, and his expression softens then lowers into a frown, eyebrows pinched together and nostrils flaring; he swallows as though keeping a sob in check.

What the hell can you do about it, though?

“It’s eggs again if you don’t mind, stranger I found on the country roads.” You look away and try for an average topic, turning and retrieving said eggs from the fridge. “After breakfast I’ll gather everything and we can head out, all well with you?” you ask facetiously as he shakes his head. “Good, we agree.”

He says nothing else, though he stops you with a halting gesture when you try to fill a second plate with food. You slowly put the plate down, and none say another word until you're done and rise from the table, starting to pack everything up.

“We’ll be out soon,” you say after a while, looking at him in that borrowed shirt — then at the old clothes rack in the corner. “Here,” you say, heading over and plucking a heavy item from the rack. “It’s not that warm and it’ll get colder out there. Nobody uses this now anyway,” you say, unsure why you’d justify giving him a piece of clothing. “Try it,” you offer him a large, faded old biker jacket.

He stares at it, glances at you, then understands.

“And your clothes are there,” you show him, “you can stuff them in that old rucksack I found in the basement. Take it, keep it,” you point at the item by the couch, and he nods, faster to understand this time.

It doesn’t take long to pack, and then get ready since you’d barely just arrived, and soon enough you’re heading out and loading your things inside the car.

Adrian follows, looking from you to the vehicle with the interest of someone studying a rare find.

“Come on, hop in,” you say, already in the driver’s seat.

When nothing happens, you turn at the waist to look. “Let’s go, Adrian...” you gesture at him with your arm, even opening the car door.

He nears but stops in his tracks before the backseat, staring inside with the faded dark rucksack you gave him strapped over one shoulder and a curious light in his eyes.

What’s happening?

“Sit in the back, it's fine by me,” you say. This might just become the most awkward conversation I’ve ever had.

But he hops in even as you think this, carefully, still bumping his head when settling inside.

You turn around, sigh, and turn the ignition.

“I saw a wolf last night,” you speak after some time spent in silence, following down the serpentine roads hugging the hills. A curve here, a turn there… like concrete shackles across the lands.

You’re not even sure why you’re trying. He doesn’t look like he wants anything to do with… well, with anything.

“An actual honest to heck wolf,” you add, glancing briefly at him in the mirror; he's staring outside, arms crossed at his chest, a tempered interest on his face. “I know you don’t get this, but it couldn’t have been anything else, it was huge, it was immense and get this, the coat was something like white or gray or, yeah, maybe it was an effect of my wine-soaked mind despite that, hey are you okay?”

He's become so much paler and sick in under a second, an arm coiled around himself, a palm clamped over his mouth.

“Want me to stop?” though it’s ridiculous to even ask, since he looks like he’s about to faint. You look ahead and soon find a spot where you can slow down and pull over.

He jumps out when you finally do, turns away, and throws up in the nearest shrub at the side of the road.

“Great,” you say, rubbing at your cheek as you near, “here, I could… help…” you ask though he can’t seem to hear you, heaving as though his stomach is out for revenge, so you reach and try to gather his hair from his face anyway.

Soon he’s leaning away, hands propped on his knees, taking deep breaths as you release him.

“I got carsick sometimes,” you say, returning from the car with a tissue and handing it to him, which he takes with gratitude while not quite looking at you.

You turn and give him whatever space he needs, getting inside the car then pushing open the door to the front passenger seat.

Adrian follows shortly — you really hope that’s his actual name — after staring up at the sky for a few minutes with his back to you, the line of his shoulders stiffer than a board. He slips inside the vehicle and after a few tries properly closes the car door.

You gaze his way briefly, for a moment disheartened by just how out-of-place someone can look. Whatever his story is, you certainly don't envy him.

Luckily it’s not that long of a ride.

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chorusgirls · 5 months

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𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴. 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵; 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙴𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂.

… BIRTH NAME … anna egorova.

… NICKNAMES … anya. annushka.

… AGE … twenty-eight.

… GENDER … demi woman.

... PRONOUNS ... she / they.

… SEXUALITY … tbd.

… CIVILIAN OCCUPATION … soprano at the metropolitan opera house.

… CRIMINAL ASSOCIATION … none.

… NOTABLE ATTRIBUTES … a mass of dark curls. faint scar over the heart.

… CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS … christine daae ( phantom of the opera ). aurora ( babylon a.d. ). lady amalthea ( the last unicorn ). bluebeard ( folktale ). evey hammond ( v for vendetta ). ofelia ( pan's labyrinth ). the wives ( mad max ). snow white ( snow white and the seven dwarves ). cecile ( dangerous liaisons ). maisie lockwood ( jurassic world ). the ingenue, apocalypse maiden and messianic archetypes.

( + ) intuitive, warm, curious, loving, protective.

( - ) delicate, unconventional, gullible, inexperienced.

trigger warnings : death, isolation, emotional manipulation, medical experimentation, surgery.

it's a miscommunication that the greatest secrets hide in the dark ⸺ the glance of a shadow is merely coincidental. it's the glare of the sun that obscures with purpose. anna egorova, a name which means nothing to no one, is hidden in a clearing in a siberian taiga. when sunlight reflects off a fresh laying of now, it nearly obscures the manor sitting within it. if you should have happened upon it, the glint off pistols would render the memory blank.

the man who owns this home, like the men who own most the hidden objects (or presume to), is a man of both power and the violence that comes with it. to his excruciating grief, neither of these medals on his lapel is enough to save the one he loves most: his child.

rather than accept his loss, the man plays god: he uses teeth (pain) and tongue (power) to bring her back. various scientists are recruited to further studies already underway in another corner of the globe and consummate them. the process of cloning.

the anna that lives, the anna you see, has taken a great many incarnations. she is the final effort. the process, even after so long and so great a pressure, is not perfect. though anna is a perfect mimicry of their original self, the body is mired by faulty science. she has what presents as congenital heart issues, a health challenge that the original self did not face.

raised in the doomed, frozen fairytale of her siberian taiga. isolated, enchanted. she knows nothing but the ring of frost around her, the wolves she paces with at the edge of the forest. their various doctors are her only companions, save the occasional visit of her dear papa. she is raised according to both nature, in the sense of the wilds, and a stern sort of nurture: not enough to be the very mirror of a dead girl, she must be the heart and voice too. pushed towards the old habits of the original child, anna is extended only so many recreational hobbies. chief among them is opera. tutors attend to her training immaculately.

during this period, their heart issues culminate. a surgeon is brought on to instill a state of the art ( rather tony stark-esque ) pacemaker. fearful of the health changes, as a preventative measure, the data for successful cloning is placed within the device. should she be decommissioned or lose their life through natural means, one should only have to hold the ever-beating heart to bring her back.

in the process, an additional chip is added. one who believes there is no place safer for classified, coveted information than the sewn-up breast of a powerful man's creature-child. secret tbd.

eight months ago they are smuggled from siberia to new york, with anna's impression that this is a measure taken to reunite her with their father while bypassing immigration.

after several months of hiding in a hole-in-the-wall apartment, the final transition is made: anna is swept into a penthouse belonging to their father, and a long-time beloved diva of the metropolitan opera house is found mysteriously deceased.

their debut, when it is made, is a smashing success. ( to quote kate atkinson: she shone with the promise of a future, a future that would surely be better than the past. it sanctified her in the eyes of the audience. if they could have kept a piece of her — a finger bone, a lock of hair, even a pom-pom — they would have. ) the audience adores her, and anna is folded into the group of leads at the met. of course, have they not loved before? have they not ripped the hem of their idols and collected enough fabric to sleep under?

headcanons.

a polyglot, largely because there was little to do in the taiga but learn and rehearse.

no talent or hand for violence, but was brought up with various tricks of wilderness survival.

it has no baring whatsoever in the stark cement of new york, but anna was an exceptional equestrian ! horsegirl fr. their stallion was also likely one of the most indulgent gift ever given to her, given the barren landscape of the world

like bluebeard's wife, she was told at the estate not to go in a certain wing of the estate, nor test certain doors.had she disobeyed and found the stored research, perhaps she might have met the same fate

connections.

PARENT — ideally a father due to below connection filling in maternal energy. current ideas include the head of red eye, a long-term mayor of nyc / politician or ceo of…. Something Big. alternatively depending on timeline or desired connection, this could change to the original anna having been their sibling -- and with the time it took to "recreate" them, there was no recourse but to now name them as child

MOTHER GOTHEL — ideally femme. must be someone in power (though what kind is flexible!). through tbd plotting they believe anna has information that is useful to them. they just don’t know it’s not in her head but her mechanical heart :) she is likely going to be besotted w them

MERC — could be red eye or otherwise. the one who smuggled her across continents and into nyc. cue montage of challenging travel across europe to usa. has come to intuit some of the importance anna has,

SCIENTIST — responsible for the developments that brought anna into creation. aware that all the previous imperfect clones got murked :) potential for them to have taken a real shine to anna 15.0 and hid her heart issues back in the early days so there would be no chance of them getting… put out in the cold. the one telling bluebeard’s wife not 2 look behind the doors yk.

COUNT VRONSKY - to her kitty. a romance that begins/begun with daring promise, only to be interrupted by external circumstances ( a person or otherwise !! )

SURGEON / INVENTOR OF CYBERPACEMAKER — as described. idk some genius genius. dr strange but make it cyberpunk. got flown out to that cold ass mansion and recognizes the new girl on stage but can’t say shit or they’re merked.

SECRET — could be combined w scientist, surgeon, or even phantom potentially ?? the method to cloning is found in there, locked away (convenient should this clone fail n another needs to be made……) but ideas for outside secret/info include the identities & tracking details of red eye ops, formula to xyz serums, list of government agents, the location of a weapon believed to be destroyed. the idea is its something everyone would have reasons to want to claim or destroy. will likely run the secret choice by admins to ensure its okay even tho i dont imagine her heart will actually be ripped out in game, making it just a concept but <3 but who knows

PHANTOM — composer housed at the metropolitan opera house who has taken anna as a muse. yk the whole. dark and intense w horny and religious overtones . bonus points for association w red eye and/or if they the one to kill the previous opera diva.

HISTORY — anyone who knew the old anna (original name tbd) !!!! or recognizes her

#lawlessintro #not the way i finally gave up and did bullet points #it'll be rewrittten one day... maybe #i did not edit i am not looking at this

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