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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Of Princes and Witches (Rewrite) Chapter 15- Legolas Greenleaf x OC

Legolas Greenleaf x Alphine Barrowes

Description: During the Battle of Helm's Deep Alphine does something she's never done before: use her powers to their full extent.

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The battle was, for the most part, surprisingly even. Alphine knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long though. Thus far she’d stayed on the battlement taking care of the Orcs using ladders to scale the wall. She’d lost sight of her friends long ago, too focused on the task at hand to really care. After a while she finally heard Aragorn’s voice.

“Togo hon dad, Legolas (Bring him down, Legolas)!” He called desperately. Her brows furrowed as her eyes found him. He was looking down at the ground, where the Uruks were. She followed his gaze to two Uruk soldiers carrying a huge metal spiked ball. They placed the ball under the wall next to the sluice gates shortly before another pair copied them with a second spiked ball. Another soldier ran through the soldiers with a lit torch, and Alphine knew that whatever was about to happen wouldn’t be good.

She attempted to throw spell after spell at it, but she couldn’t get a clean shot. There were too many soldiers crowded around him and her aim wasn’t as good in pouring rain. She heard Aragorn desperately yell at both Legolas and her to kill the Orc, but it was all in vain as the soldier dove into the sluice. With no warning the wall exploded from under her, demolishing that part of the wall.

Alphine didn’t even have any time to scream as she, along with the other soldiers on the wall went flying. She landed on the ground behind the archer Elves, and it took all she had not to pass out then and there. Instead she forced herself to stand, ignoring the pounding of her head and heart, and looked around, trying to figure out what to do next. Men and Elves alike laid on the ground, some unconscious and others already unfortunately dead.

“Brace the gate!” Theoden yelled from somewhere up above them. Instantly a large group of soldiers surrounded the gate and braced themselves as the Uruk-hai rammed it. Other Men lifted their barricades and threw rocks and spears at them in an attempt to slow them down. Alphine looked around desperately, then froze when she spotted Aragorn as one of the fallen soldiers. She sprinted over to him, falling to her knees and desperately attempting to shake him awake (hoping that he was just unconscious).

“Ási, mellon nin, ortu (Come, my friend, get up),” she begged urgently as she shook his shoulders rather aggressively. It only took a moment for him to come to, and he stared up at her confusedly.

“Alphine?” The girl internally sighed in relief.

“We mustn’t waste time,” the girl continued firmly as she stood up. She helped Aragorn up and handed him his sword. He offered her a grateful smile before lifting his sword to the Elves behind them.

“Hado i philinn (Release arrows)!” They did as he said and fired their arrows, hitting Uruk-hai soldiers. As they did so, Alphine grabbed the sword of a fallen soldier and went to help wherever she could. She had no idea how long she’d been fighting before she heard Theorden yell again.

“Aragorn! Fall back to the Keep! Get your men out of there!” The man nodded in response then called out to the Elves fighting alongside them, repeating the Rohan King’s message. Haldir, who he’d personally called out to, nodded then gestured to his soldiers, also calling out to them.

“Nan Barad (To the Keep)!” As he finished his command he turned and killed an Uruk-hai, only to be stabbed in the stomach by another soldier behind the one he’d just killed. Alphine’s eyes widened and she yelled his name as he stumbled, clutching his stomach. Terror filled his eyes as he leaned against the wall.

As that same soldier lifted his sword to stab Haldir in the back, all the Witch could think about were Orophin and Rúmil, the Marchwarden’s brothers. She’d had the pleasure of meeting when the Fellowship was staying in Lothlorien and actually got to know them quite a bit, having enjoyed their lighthearted company. The mental image of their anguished expression upon learning that their brother was dead was too much for Alphine to handle. There was no way she could let him die without doing something.

Just as before, her hands lifted up. One hand placed a protection spell over the Marchwarden for what she was about to do. A flash of lightning struck down, and she took that as her chance. She channeled all the power she could muster, then she felt the lightning enter her body with an electric shock. It didn’t hurt, however, as she redirected it and aimed it towards the Orcs that surrounded Haldir.

She hadn't even realized the extent of what she did until she watched a rather sizable mass of Uruk bodies essentially rain over the soldiers of Helm’s Deep. There had to be at least a hundred dead. Shock ran through her. Had she really done all of that? Based on the sudden wave of exhaustion that accompanied her surprise, her answer would have to be yes. Not even Galadriel’s cuffs help her this time. She’d never used that much power before, having no need to when her normal amount was more than enough at times.

It seemed that Haldir was also shocked by the show of power because looked around at the dead bodies that surrounded him then faced Alphine with mouth slightly agape. Even he wasn’t the only one surprised as well. As the Witch pushed herself to run towards Haldir, she heard Gimli yell from somewhere behind her.

“Why didn’t you just use that in the first place? Where has this Alphine been all this time?” A fatigued laugh left her lips as she reached the Marchwarden, and she wrapped his arm around his shoulder and lifted him up. Using the remaining strength and magic she had, she lowered them from the wall he originally stood on and began heading towards the Keep.

She got as far as she could before the other soldiers of Lothlorien met her and took their Marchwarden from her arms. Since she no longer needed to support someone else’s weight and after pushing herself much farther than she would have liked, Alphine felt herself become weaker by the second. She fell to her knees before she even realized, but before she could fall to the ground she felt arms around her waist. Upon looking up with droopy eyes and a heavy head, she was met with Legolas’ worried face.

“M-Make sure Haldir gets help.” And with that, her vision faded to black and she fell unconscious in the Elf’s arms.

“Welcome back, Alphine,” Annatar greeted with a small smile that the Witch found herself returning. “I have to admit, I didn’t think I would be seeing you so soon. But I cannot deny that the surprise is not unwelcome. You fought hard in that battle.” Immediately Alphine’s smile fell as she remembered the battle she’d been fighting at Helm’s Deep.

“Oh no,” she gasped out, standing from whatever seat she sat on. “The battle! I-I need to get back-”

“You cannot go back yet,” the person said calmly, which confused her. “You lost a lot of energy before you fell unconscious, to go back while you are still trying to regain it would be foolish.”

“But my friends-”

“Are all okay. The battle has ended.” Alphine’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“What… How do you know that?”

“I have my ways,” he responded gently. “Call it a sort of sixth sense, I know things.”

“Did we… Did we win?” She asked hopefully, earning a nod from Annatar.

“As the day began to dawn Gandalf the White arrived with the Riders of Rohan, including Theoden King’s nephew, Eomer. The Uruks, being outnumbered, retreated into the forests that had formed in front of Helm’s Deep, and they were finished off by the trees.”

For a moment Alphine was confused yet again, but then she remembered what Gandalf had said back in Fangorn Forest about the trees waking up. Apparently he hadn’t been lying. Nevertheless she couldn’t help but sigh in relief as her smile returned. The very sight seemed to bring a smile to Annatar’s face as well.

“I’m glad that brought you joy to know that,” he muttered earnestly.

“More than just joy,” she agreed with a wide smile as she glanced around at the darkness that surrounded them. “May I ask you something, Annatar?”

“Be my guest.”

“Why is it that we are always in the dark? Is there nothing else that surrounds us?”

“There is, but I’m afraid what this room looks like may surprise you,” he admitted.

“I believe after all that I have witnessed, I can handle it,” the girl laughed softly. “I would like to see it if you don’t mind.” Annatar was silent for a moment, then he pursed his lips and nodded. Then, without either of them moving, light faded into the room, allowing her to look around.

Alphine was surprised to see that they were in what looked like a hall of gray stone. The tall ceiling was upheld with great pillars of black marble, leading into the moldings of the arch and lit by deep windows on either side. Tall stone statues graven in the likeness of what she correctly assumed to be former rulers were set between the pillars. At the far end of the hall, set high upon a dais, was two thrones of what she assumed to be for a King and Queen under a canopy of marble shaped in the likeness of a helm. At the foot of the steps which led to the thrones was the seat of a Steward, an unadorned chair of black stone.

“Are you a King?” She asked curiously, facing him once again.

“Of sorts,” he nodded, moving towards the thrones. “At least, I hope to be someday soon.”

“What land will you rule?”

“That information will be saved for another time,” Annatar said, stopping and turning to face her. “Would you like to see them up close?” Alphine bit back a comment about how he always seemed to be keeping information for another time and instead nodded. She took his hand and allowed him to lead her up to the thrones.

As they walked up the steps she looked down at her feet to make sure she didn’t trip, and she realized that she was in the same black dress as in her last dream. She took a mental note of that as they reached the thrones, which she realized were also made of gray stone. They were beautifully carved, and Alphine became aware of the distinct urge to sit in the one she stood in front of.

“Go ahead,” Annatar said softly, almost as if he sensed her thoughts and feelings. “Sit. No one here will stop you.”

“There is no one here to stop me,” she pointed out amusedly, yet she still found herself taking a seat in the throne.

“How do you feel?” He questioned softly.

“Like royalty,” Alphine admitted in the same tone. Despite how silly she felt saying it, it wasn’t a lie. As she sat on a throne fit for royalty in a beautifully crafted dress, she felt like a Queen. Annatar nodded.

“Is it a good feeling?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“What if I told you I could make that your reality?” That made Alphine look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I could make you a Queen, if you so desired,” Annatar offered. “You could rule by my side for all time.”

“That is a big promise you’re trying to make,” she laughed softly.

“But one that I can keep.”

“I still don’t even know where we are, or what realm you’re soon to rule over,” she pointed out, earning a sigh from him.

“Then I suppose I must wait for your answer until next time. For now, it’s time for you to wake up.” By this point Alphine was used to waking up with little information learned, but she was starting to grow frustrated with the lack of context he was giving her. Unfortunately, as she opened her mouth to say something about it she was interrupted by Annatar.

“Farewell, Alphine.”

And with that, Alphine was engulfed in darkness yet again.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #legolas greenleaf #legolas imagine #legolas x oc

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kamyru · 2 years

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Angst, Hurt/Comfort, and Fluff lyrics that match 'Oops! I Said Yes?!' characters

Ukyo Senkawa

Angst:

Remember all the things we wanted Now all our memories, they're haunted We were always meant to say goodbye - Already Gone, by Sleeping at Last

Hurt/Comfort:

I wanna taste love and pain Wanna feel pride and shame I don't wanna take my time Don't wanna waste one line I wanna live better days Never look back and say It could have been me - Could Have Been Me, by The Struts

Fluff:

I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing That you're in love with me Lips as sweet as candy It's taste is on my mind Girl, you got me thirsty For another cup of wine - Hooked on a Feeling, by Blue Swede

Togo Daimon

Angst:

Five years wasted, I'm still young But only by a couple months And then I'm dead for all intents and purposes And I've been slower than I thought At getting my life off the rocks Nobody thinks I'm special yet Nobody thinks I'm special yet - Times Comes in Roses, by Bess Atwell

Hurt/Comfort:

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine - Dandelions, by Ruth B

Fluff:

You got my attention, so what's your intention? Yeah, tell me, baby, what's the deal? One look and I know it, baby, my eyes reveal That you give me the feels - The Feels, by Twice

Kunihiro Kasai

Angst:

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains - Dollhouse, by Melanie Martinez

Hurt/Comfort:

There's something tragic, but almost pure Think I could love you, but I'm not sure - broken, by lovelytheband

Fluff:

So expect me to be Calling you to see If you're okay when I'm not around Asking "if you love me" I love the way you make it sound Calling you to see Do I try too hard to make you smile? - Calling You, by Blue October

Kuranosuke Kiba

Angst:

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake You start to tremble and your voice begins to break You say the cigarettes on the counter weren't your friend's they were my mate's And I feel the color draining from my face - Be Alright, by Dean Lewis

Hurt/Comfort:

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost If I'm asking for help it's only because Being with you has opened my eyes Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise? - All The Things She Said, by t.A.T.u.

I was selfish Couldn't help it But I still care about you, now I know I'm stubborn But I still think about you 'Cause maybe it was me I just couldn't see But maybe it was me who fucked it up Or maybe it was us So helpless and young Or maybe everything was all my fault And I regret All the times Of leaving you, in the back of my mind 'Cause maybe it was me And I just couldn't see But maybe it was me - Maybe It Was Me, by Sody

Fluff:

I'm not sure you know That the reason I love you Is you being you, just you Yeah, the reason I love you Is all that we've been through And that's why I love you - I Love You, by Avril Lavigne

Eiji Takao

Angst:

I fell down to Earth From a hundred miles away and somehow I still make it work But it's overrated and somehow played out - Alien Boy, by Oliver Tree

Hurt/Comfort:

Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry? - Fourth of July, by Sufjan Stevens

Fluff:

I like the way you try so hard when you play ball with your friends I like the way you hit the notes in every song, you're shining I love the little things, like when you're unaware I catch you steal a glance and smile so perfectly Though sometimes when life brings me down You're the cure, my love In a bad rainy day You take all the worries away - I Like You so Much, You'll Know It, by Ysabelle Ceuvas

Shu Hasunuma

Angst:

I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special - Creep, by Radiohead

Hurt/Comfort:

Are you falling in love Or only feeling you are? 'Cause if you're falling in love Let me feel it - A New Kind of Love, by Frou Frou

Fluff:

I'm always on your team, I got your back alright Taking those losses if it treats you right I want to put you into the spotlight - Follow You, by Imagine Dragons

P.S. The hardest was to find lyrics for the 'Fluff' part, because out of 850 songs from my Spotify account (that's 52 h 38 min), probably 700 are sad or borderline sad songs.

#oops i said yes #ukyo senkawa #togo daimon #kunihiro kasai #kuranosuke kiba #eiji takao #shu hasunuma #voltage inc

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bergamorisvegliata · 11 days

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LE NOTIZIE...QUELLE BELLE

Un uomo britannico termina la sua corsa attraverso l'Africa: 385 maratone in 352 giorni

Un inglese dai capelli rossi di nome Ross Cook afferma di essere diventato la prima persona in assoluto a correre per tutta l'Africa dopo aver tagliato il traguardo in Tunisia.

L'impresa fu immensa, piena di pericoli, e quando il sedicente "Hardest Geezer"

arrivò sulle coste del Mediterraneo, aveva corso poco più di 385 maratone in 352 giorni; un totale di oltre 10.000 miglia. Ancora più importante, dal punto di vista di Cook, è che il suo risultato ispiratore ha raccolto oltre 650.000 sterline, quasi un milione di dollari, per una selezione di enti di beneficenza.

Il suo percorso ha attraversato 16 paesi, deserti, foreste pluviali e montagne, e lo ha visto coinvolto in problemi di visto, rapine, tempeste di sabbia, feriti, malattie e tempeste di neve. Tutto è iniziato nella remota città meridionale di La Agulhas, in Sud Africa,

e lo ha portato su una spiaggia tunisina con un daiquiri alla fragola in mano.

La BBC riferisce che il suo percorso è iniziato in Sud Africa, ed è stato seguito da Namibia, Angola, Repubblica Democratica del Congo, Repubblica del Congo, Camerun, Nigeria, Benin, Togo, Ghana, Costa d'Avorio, Guinea, Senegal, Mauritania, Algeria e Tunisia. Le sue prime 60 maratone si sono svolte senza intoppi quando ha iniziato nell'aprile 2023, ma è stato in Angola che lui e la sua squadra sono stati derubati sotto la minaccia delle armi, con denaro, passaporti e telefoni rubati. La successiva grave battuta d'arresto si è verificata in Camerun, dove ha dovuto costantemente combattere un'intossicazione alimentare.

Dopo aver attraversato la Nigeria fino al Benin, si sentiva come il guscio di se stesso. A quel punto aveva corso qualcosa come 210 maratone. Raggiungendo il paese davvero unico della Mauritania il giorno 267, le persone si fermavano incessantemente sulle strade per offrire acqua e rifornimenti.

Ma poi, impossibilitato a transitare nel vasto Sahara algerino a causa delle difficoltà relative ai visti, ha avuto bisogno dell'aiuto del governo britannico per intervenire in suo favore. Sarebbe stato l’ultimo ostacolo da superare, ma il Sahara lo colpì con tempeste di sabbia e di neve nello stesso periodo. Nell'ultimo giorno, i suoi ultimi 44 chilometri fino al traguardo sono stati caratterizzati da un gruppo di corridori ispirati che erano volati via per l'occasione. GUARDALO tagliare il traguardo qui sotto...

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zyngaitalia · 9 months

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Esplosione di gomitoli

Preparati a partecipare al coloratissimo evento "Esplosione di gomitoli". Diffondiamo colori, felicità e gioia nella comunità insieme a Marie. Ha invitato l'esperta di lavoro a maglia, Miley Mello, e il celebre artista di graffiti, Gram Grett, per aiutarti a dare nuova vita agli spazi del festival con i gomitoli!

L'evento si sbloccherà al livello 12. Sullo schermo apparirà un invito pop-up per unirti all'evento Esplosione di gomitoli. Se non vedi l'evento, potrebbe essere necessario forzare la chiusura del gioco o riavviare il dispositivo per rendere disponibile l'aggiornamento.

Tocca la Tana del cucito per partecipare ai festeggiamenti. Quest'area temporanea migliorerà in ogni fase mentre avanzi nell'evento.

L'evento Esplosione di gomitoli si terrà dal 31 maggio all'11 giugno 2023. L'evento è composto da 6 fasi, ciascuna con le sue ricompense. Hai a disposizione 12 giorni per completare l'evento e vincere l'aiutante temporaneo, Togo con calzini, come ricompensa per 30 giorni.

Ottieni oggetti evento rari e produci ricette a tempo limitato per completare ogni fase dell'evento. Completa la fase per vincere ricompense.

Scatola misteriosa: cestino di lavoro a maglia

Riceverai una scatola misteriosa come ricompensa quando avrai completato la produzione degli oggetti. Tocca il cestino di lavoro a maglia per raccoglierlo.

Pass stagionale: Pass dei gomitoli

Compra il Pass dei gomitoli per goderti queste ricompense esclusive:

Tema dei gomitoli, che resterà attivo per tutta la durata dell'evento.

Ricompense del livello raddoppiate.

Aiutante in ricompensa potenziato Poncho quattrocchi.

Potenziamento gomitoli bomba

Puoi ottenere il doppio degli oggetti evento rari usando i potenziamenti gomitoli bomba! Una volta attivati, i potenziamenti durano 1 ora. Puoi selezionarne solo uno per volta.

Luogo di interesse temporaneo: Via dei tessuti

La Via dei tessuti è un'area temporanea dove puoi ottenere gli oggetti evento necessari per ogni ricetta.

Aiutanti temporanei: Miley Mello e Gram Grett

Puoi acquistare Miley Mello e/o Gram Grett come aiutanti affinché ti diano una mano durante l'evento. Ti offriranno maggiori probabilità di trovare oggetti evento rari!

Nota: Miley Mello e Gram Grett sono aiutanti temporanei e se ne andranno dalla fattoria una volta terminato l'evento.

Nuovi oggetti e dove trovarli

Fase 1

Formaggio da filare - Alla radura, al laghetto, alla miniera, al molo, al mulino e presso gli animali da premio

Farfalle - Brunch divertente

Fase 2

Impasto - Alla radura, al laghetto, alla miniera, al molo, al mulino e presso gli animali da premio

Panna montata - Alla Via dei tessuti

Fase 3

Semi di anice - Alla radura, al laghetto, alla miniera, al molo, al mulino e presso gli animali da premio

Colorante alimentare - Alla Via dei tessuti.

Fase 4

Zenzero attorcigliato - Alla radura, al laghetto, alla miniera, al molo, al mulino e presso gli animali da premio

Formaggio spalmabile - Alla Via dei tessuti

Fase 5

Fragole in polvere - Presso la radura, il laghetto, la miniera, il molo, il mulino e gli animali da premio

Liquirizie intrecciate - Alla Via dei tessuti

Fase 6

Bambù - Alla radura, al laghetto, alla miniera, al molo, al mulino e presso gli animali da premio

Tessuto di jeans - Alla Via dei tessuti

Ricompense:

Fase 1: 8 semi lampo e 5 guanti dorati

Fase 2: 3 chiodi e 8 semi lampo

Fase 3 - 2 lucchetti e 5 guanti dorati

Fase 4 - 2 chiodi, 2 lucchetti e 5 guanti dorati

Fase 5 - 10 chiavi e una scatola di bollini (3 di bronzo, 2 d'argento e 1 d'oro)

Fase 6 - Aiutante temporaneo Togo con calzini come ricompensa per 30 giorni

#FarmVille 2: Avventura rurale

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morolacaffeitaliano · 1 year

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Lavorare da anni per fare di MOROLA un caffè trasparente che sai da dove viene, sai che viene lavorato rispettando le Persone e la terra è molto complesso.....ma poi accadono cose come quella di oggi è ti rendi conto che stai facendo bene a seguire un progetto nel quale il profitto non è l'unico motivo del tuo lavoro. Ufficialmente oggi è stato siglato l'accordo per portare le tecniche di produzione socialmente responsabili di MOROLA 🇮🇹 anche in Togo 🇹🇬. Prossima tappa una mia visita nelle piantagioni per conoscere I produttori ed aiutarli a valorizzare il loro lavoro. #MOROLAcaffeItaliano #morolasisente #formazione #caffesocialmenteresponsabile #espresso #togo #caffetrasparente #pinofumarola #paulKpelly (presso Morola caffe Italiano) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnUWIw8tCEJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#morolacaffeitaliano #morolasisente #formazione #caffesocialmenteresponsabile #espresso #togo #caffetrasparente #pinofumarola #paulkpelly

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kingviktor9 · 1 year

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La colombe de la paix( Lomé Togo 🇹🇬 ) the Dove is the symbol of Peace. Togo is very peaceful country despite the dynasty or tyranny that prevailed years ago under the reign of the father of our nation.

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diamondwerewolf · 3 years

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The rest of the birthday pool party went on patreon. Have a happy one big fella

#all might #my art #dove Togo #I miss him ahhh

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pinkpoundcake · 5 years

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From a full post dump on my Twitter. If u wanna untie those bows, you have to go to my Twitter @bitediamond

#my art #all might #toshinori yagi #dove togo #questionable #oc dove

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afrofunk · 3 years

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Original Doves - We Should Have Gone Far-away (1983)

- Contact me for digital exchange!

#Original Doves - We Should Have Gone Far-away (1983)#Rare Afro Exchange Funk Disco Reggae Boogie Highlife Music West Africa South Africa Nigeria Ghana Ivory Coast Togo Benin Cameroon Antilles

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corallorosso · 2 years

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Sui migranti la Grecia segue le orme di Orban, ma in peggio (...) In Grecia la detenzione amministrativa dei migranti richiedenti asilo è diventata la regola e non l’eccezione, in aperta violazione con la normativa europea. Uomini, donne e bambini sono sottoposti a condizioni di detenzione degradanti e che negano i loro diritti fondamentali, come rilevato dalla Corte europea dei diritti dell’uomo. È l’allarme lanciato oggi da Oxfam e Greek Refugees Council con un nuovo rapporto che fotografa una situazione a dir poco drammatica, che colpisce persone estremamente vulnerabili arrivate in Europa per trovare salvezza da guerre e persecuzioni in paesi come Afghanistan, Siria, Repubblica Democratica del Congo e molti altri. Il dossier rileva come: già a giugno i migranti in detenzione amministrativa, quindi senza nessuna accusa penale a carico erano quasi 3 mila; 7 migranti irregolari su 10 sono posti in detenzione amministrativa e la maggior parte rimane detenuta anche una volta presentata la domanda di asilo. 1 persona su 5 viene detenuta per lunghi periodi in celle anguste concepite per poche ore di fermo; donne incinta, bambini e persone con gravi vulnerabilità, vengono detenute senza un’assistenza sanitaria e legale adeguata; quasi la metà (il 46%) dei migranti vi rimane per oltre 6 mesi. (...) A Kos, le autorità mettono automaticamente in detenzione i richiedenti asilo se provengono da un paese con un tasso di riconoscimento delle domande di asilo inferiore al 33%. Gloria (nome di fantasia), per essere arrivata dal Togo, ha subito dunque questo trattamento, nonostante fosse ritenuta persona vulnerabile perché sopravvissuta a violenze sessuali e fisiche. Le autorità non le hanno offerto alcuna cura, le condizioni psicologiche sono peggiorate e anche Gloria ha tentato il suicidio. Dopo il ricovero in ospedale, di nuovo in un centro di detenzione dove è rimasta fino a quando il Grc non è riuscito a tirarla fuori. “Queste storie ci dicono quanto crudeli, scioccanti siano le condizioni di detenzione in Grecia. Le persone muoiono per malattie prevenibili, o si suicidano perché disperate. Tra i detenuti ci sono ragazzi e donne incinte. - conclude Pezzati - Tutti vivono un senso di abbandono e progressivamente perdono letteralmente la ragione. La detenzione non può essere la soluzione di default, la Grecia deve trovare alternative e smettere di punire migranti e richiedenti asilo che vogliono costruirsi una vita in Europa". (...) A pagarne il prezzo più alto sono i più indifesi tra gli indifesi: i bambini. La clinica pediatrica di Medici senza frontiere a Lesbo conta più di 100 visite al giorno, tra cui bambini con gravi patologie cardiache, casi di epilessia, diabete. Soffrono di problemi respiratori, dermatologici, legati alla nutrizione e psicosomatici. Bambini “spaventati, esposti a situazioni pericolose e senza un posto sicuro dove stare – testimonia Marco Sandrone già a capo del progetto di Msf nell’isola. -. Si chiudono a guscio. Accogliamo genitori che ci dicono che i loro bambini non vogliono più uscire dalle tende, che hanno smesso di parlare. Oltre al trauma della guerra, della fuga, la sofferenza di vivere a Lesbo toglie ogni speranza ai nostri piccoli pazienti”. “Il diritto di essere bambini – dice il responsabile di Msf - è qui fagocitato dalla miseria di un campo senza dignità, alle porte dell’Europa”. (...) Oxfam, Emergency, Amnesty International, Save the Children, Human Rights Watch, Alarm Phone, Open Arms, Mediterranea…con il loro impegno quotidiano, con i puntuali e documentati report, mettono tutti noi a conoscenza di una realtà terribile, che la stampa mainstream spesso “dimentica”. E ricorda a tutti noi la possente verità di quella indimenticabile canzone di un grande poeta musicista e cantore: Fabrizio De Andrè: E grideremo ancora più forte Per quanto voi vi crediate assolti Siete per sempre coinvolti ..”. globalist

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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Of Princes and Witches Chapter 12- Legolas Greenleaf x OC

Legolas Greenleaf x Alphine Barrowes

Description: During the Battle if Helm's Deep Alphine does something she's never done before: use her powers to their full extent.

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She attempted to throw spell after spell at it, but she couldn’t get a clean shot. There were too many soldiers crowded around him. She heard Aragorn yell at both Legolas and her to kill him, but it was all in vain as the soldier dove into the sluice. With no warning the makeshift bombs went off, demolishing that part of the wall.

Alphine couldn’t even find it in herself to scream as she, along with the other soldiers on the wall went flying. She landed on the ground behind the archer Elves, and it took all she had not to pass out then and there. Instead she forced herself to stand, ignoring the pounding of her head, and looked around, trying to figure out what to do next. Men and Elves alike laid on the ground, some unconscious and others already dead.

“Brace the gate!” Theoden yelled from somewhere up above them. Instantly a large group of soldiers surrounded the gate and braced themselves as the Uruk-hai rammed it. Other Men lifted their barricades and threw rocks and spears at them in an attempt to slow them down. Alphine looked around desperately, then froze when she spotted Aragorn as one of the unconscious soldiers. She sprinted over to him, falling to her knees and attempting to shake him awake.

“Ási, mellon nin, ortu (Come, my friend, get up),” she begged desperately as she shook his shoulders rather aggressively. It only took a moment for him to come to, and he stared up at her confusedly.

“Alphine?”

“Nan Barad (To the Keep)! As he finished his command he turned and killed an Uruk-hai, only to be stabbed in the stomach by another soldier behind the one he’d just killed. Alphine’s eyes widened and she yelled his name as he stumbled, clutching his stomach. Terror filled his eyes as he leaned against the wall.

As that same soldier lifted his sword to stab Haldir in the back, all the Witch could think about were Orophin and Rúmil, his brothers. She’d had the pleasure of meeting when the Fellowship was staying in Lothlorien. The mental image of their anguished expression upon learning that their brother was dead was too much for Alphine to handle. There was no way she could let him die without doing something.

Just as before, her hands lifted up. One hand placed a protection spell over the Marchwarden for what she was about to do. She hadn't even realized what she had done until she watched a rather sizable mass of Uruk bodies essentially rain over the soldiers of Helm’s Deep. There had to be at least a hundred dead. Shock ran through her. Had she really done all of that? Based on the sudden wave of exhaustion that accompanied her surprise, her answer would have to be yes. Not even Galadriel’s cuffs help her this time. She’d never used that much power before, having no need to when her normal amount was more than enough at times. It seemed that Haldir was also shocked by the show of power because looked around at the dead bodies that surrounded him then faced Alphine with mouth slightly agape. Even he wasn’t the only one surprised as well. As the Witch pushed herself to run towards Haldir, she heard Gimli yell from somewhere behind her.

“M-Make sure Haldir gets help.” And with that, her vision faded to black and she passed out in the Elf’s arms.

When Alphine came to, it was light out. She was lying in the large bed of a bedchamber and without armor. Her brows furrowed as she carefully stood up. Memories of what happened ran through her head and she found herself running out of her room. There were people chatting happily as they walked through the many hallways of Helm’s Deep, which made her smile as she realized that they’d won. And yet, she still couldn’t find any of the companions she’d arrived with. Eventually she found Gamling stopped him.

“Gamling, have you seen my companions? The ones I’d arrived at Edoras with?” She asked worriedly.

“Why yes, they just returned with two Hobbits. If my memory serves me, they should still be in the Great Hall preparing to return to Edoras for the celebration tonight,” the Man answered. Two Hobbits? Surely he couldn’t mean… The Witch offered him a quick thank you before practically running towards the Great Hall, a hopeful smile on her face.

It didn’t take her long to reach it. The doors were already wide open, which allowed her to see who all was in there, namely her companions. Just as she suspected, Merry and Pippin had joined Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf as well as several of Rohan’s royal court. Her smile widened at the Hobbits and, as if sensing her presence, the duo turned to face her. Their smile was not unlike hers as they sprinted at her full force, practically leaping into her arms when she dropped to her knees.

“Alphine!” They exclaimed jovially as the three of them hugged.

“Oh, my dear Hobbits, I was so worried about you,” she laughed out tearfully, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads. After they finally pulled away, she stood up as the rest of her companions reached them. Aragorn was the first to pull her into a hug followed by Gimli patting her on the back with a gruff laugh. Finally, she turned to face Legolas. As soon as she did she was nearly crushed in one of the tightest hugs she’d ever been part of. Turns out Elves are much stronger than they look. A small smile appeared on her face as she returned the hug. A moment later they pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other’s.

“Can I speak to you? Alone?” The Prince asked softly. The girl nodded, allowing him to take her hand and lead her out of the Great Hall. They stopped in an empty hall and Legolas let go of her hand to face her. He looked troubled, which concerned her.

“Legolas, is everything okay?”

“You almost died,” he muttered softly.

“We all almost died,” the girl responded in the same tone.

“Yes, but not everyone used too much of their powers too quickly and over exhausted themselves. It was reckless and dangerous what you did,” the Elf retorted. Alphine’s eyes hardened a bit and she crossed her arms.

“Maybe you think so, but it is because of my ‘recklessness’ that the Marchwarden of Lothlorien still lives,” she said curtly. “As vain as it may sound, Haldir is still alive and Rúmil and Orophin still have a brother because of me. Lorien still has a great marchwarden because of me. And I survived as well, so there should be no reason for you to speak so rudely to me.” That gave Legolas pause, and a deep exhale left his lips. She could physically see his shoulders go slack before he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he said, much calmer now, which surprised the girl. “I just worry about you, Alphine. We have all been through so much together thus far. I would hate to see you fall because of something like this. I did not mean to undermine you or reprimand you, so for that I apologize.” His explanation made the Witch's gaze soften, and she uncrossed her arms.

“You are forgiven. But you need to understand that I don’t do these things on a whim, I thought it out - for the most part at least. I didn’t think the spell would be that powerful,” she said, receiving a quiet chuckle.

“I hope so, you would’ve made me break my promise to you,” he half joked, which earned a smile from the girl. Alphine looked around for a moment, realizing that they were completely alone in the corridor. Perfect. She took a deep breath and looked down for a moment.

“Legolas, I-”

“Legolas, Alphine, we’re ready to leave,” Aragorn suddenly called, stepping into view.

“Alright,” the Elf responded for both of them before facing Alphine. “Can this wait until later?” The girl opened her mouth to say no, but ultimately shook her head.

“It can,” she responded with a small smile. “Let’s get out of here. I’m tired of being in Helm’s Deep.” Legolas didn’t quite look convinced, but he nodded nevertheless and followed Aragorn out. The Witch stood there for a moment, eyes on his back as he got further from her, then sighed softly. This would just have to wait.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr imagine #legolas greenleaf #legolas imagine #legolas x oc

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newsintheshell · 3 years

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Miss Kuroitsu From the Monster Development Department: l’anime andrà in onda dall’8 gennaio, online il primo teaser trailer

Nella serie Toka Kuroitsu e Wolf Bate saranno doppiate da Kaori Maeda e Satomi Amano.

Con l’apertura del sito ufficiale di “Kaijin Kaihatsubu no Kuroitsu-san” (Miss Kuroitsu From the Monster Development Department) sono arrivati un primo teaser trailer e nuovi dettagli sulla serie animata, tratta dalla villain comedy di Hiroaki Mizusaki (Strike Witches: Dai-501 Togo Sento Kokudan).

L’adattamento è attualmente in lavorazione presso lo studio QUAD e debutterà sulle televisioni giapponesi l’8 gennaio 2022 all’interno del palinsesto ANiMAZiNG!!!.

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Con il video sono stati svelati i primi membri del cast, che vedono Kaori Maeda (Shizuku Osaka in Love Live! Nijigasaki High School Idol Club) nei panni della protagonista Toka Kuroitsu e Satomi Amano (Tamaki Yamazaki in Tamayomi) nel ruolo di Wolf Bate.

Per quanto riguarda lo staff, invece, alla regia troviamo Hisashi Saito (Haganai, The Testament of Sister New Devil), mentre la sceneggiatura è supervisionata da Katsuhiko Takayama (Takunomi, And Yet the Town Moves) e il character design è curato da Kazuya Morimae (direttore d’animazione in Hybrid x Heart Magias Academy Ataraxia).

La sigla di testa della serie si intitolerà “Special Force” e sarà interpretata dalla boy band AXXX1S.

Toka Kuroitsu è un’assistente ricercatrice nel dipartimento di ricerca e sviluppo dei superuomini di Agastya, una malvagia organizzazione segreta che combatte contro gli eroi che cercano di salvare il mondo.Toka ha il suo bel daffare al lavoro, presa tra le richieste assurde dei suoi capi; facendo presentazioni; implementando nuove caratteristiche nei superuomini e ottenendo risultati entro il tempo assegnato, entro il budget assegnato e con le specifiche richieste… il tutto senza vacanze!

Mizusaki ha lanciato il manga nel 2019, con un primo one-shot pubblicato sul sito Comic Meteor, dove poi ha cominciato ad essere serializzato regolarmente. Il 12 ottobre uscirà in Giappone il 3° volumetto dell’opera.

* NON VUOI PERDERTI NEANCHE UN POST? ENTRA NEL CANALE TELEGRAM! *

Autore: SilenziO)))

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#anime #serie tv #manga #hiroaki mizusaki #kaijin kaihatsubu no kuroitsusan #miss kuroitsu from the monster development department #newsintheshell #cartoni animati #news in the shell #giappone #axxx1s

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afrofunkwant · 5 years

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The Doves ‎– Flying Higher

- If you have this record, please contact me for digital exchange via: [email protected]

- Check.: https://afrofunk.tumblr.com for records I have!

#The Doves ‎– Flying Higher #Rare Afro Exchange Funk Disco Reggae Boogie Highlife Music West Africa South Africa Nigeria Ghana Ivory Coast Togo Benin Cameroon Antilles

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curiositasmundi · 3 years

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3 Cose a caso su di me

Con immane ritardo giustificato dal fatto che ho scoperto solo oggi la funzione Mention della Activity, partecipo alla nomina di @unfilodaria

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let’s get to know the person behind the blog ❤

Tre fatti casuali che mi riguardano:

1- Ho un gattone(molto one) che non è il mio gatto. Per una serena convivenza, essendo io il suo umano di riferimento, abbiamo stipulato quanto segue: - Cibo, riparo e cure in cambio di gran coccolegrattopucciose con fusa Xtreme rigorosamente in Dolby Surround™. - Solo cibo umido in busta o crocchini, niente fegati, residui di carbonare, ragù e porcherie che ti mangi tu (io) in cambio di sguardi intensi e contatti telepatici dopo che hai fumato. - Io non so cosa fai tu quando esci di casa e tu non devi sapere quello che faccio io dopo che sono uscito da casa tua.

2- Quando ho cambiato la moto ho fatto la strada fino al concessionario sulla vecchia, le ho parlato per tutta la strada dicendole che avevamo avuto il nostro tempo per una storia bella e intensa fatta di strade e di rotonde, di tangenziali e tornanti, che lei mi ha insegnato tanto, a dosare il gas in curva a scalare fino alla linea dello stop, a piegare e sì.. lo so che ti piaceva quando ti solleticavo le pedane, ma ora quel tempo è terminato, ti prego capiscimi, non sei tu, sono io. Arrivato dal concessionario le ho accarezzato la sella e l’ho salutata, è stato molto commovente. Poi son salito sulla nuova moto fiammante e son partito, una volta ingranata la quarta le ho detto: E allora bella? Ci facciamo un bel pieno e poi ti porto in un bel posticino sui colli, che ne dici?

3- A dodici anni sono scappato di casa. Erano le quattro del pomeriggio e avevo messo dentro un grande tovagliolo aperto sul tavolo: 3 pacchetti di cracker Doria, 2 scatolette di tonno, un Toblerone (qualcuno sa perché), il coltellino a serramanico, il Manuale delle Giovani Marmotte (vol.1), un rotolo di spago, un po’ di carta igienica, una mela e la borraccia con l’acqua. Poi una volta chiuso il tovagliolo dagli angoli legandoli alla fine di un bastone da scopa me lo sono carcicato in spalla e senza dire niente a nessuno sono uscito di casa. Dopo cento metri ho incontrato Ginetto sulla sua Graziella con elaborazione Polini che mi ha chiesto dove stessi andando con quel fagotto, Sono scappato di casa gli dico e quello dice Togo! (al tempo non si diceva figo) vengo con te! E siamo andati verso l’argine dove abbiamo trovato Lele e Icio che stavano costruendo un rifugio dentro un gran cespuglio, quindi li aiutiamo fino a farla diventare una tana tutta nostra, intanto ci era venuta fame e allora abbiamo dato fondo al mio fagotto, poi ci simo messi a leggere il manuale delle Giovani Marmotte e fare la punta ai rami col coltelino per farci le frecce mentre fabbricavamo anche degli archi, poi abbiamo studiato fino al tramonto elaboratissime strategie militari per difender la nostra postazione e per le otto ero a casa seduto a tavola con mia madre che versa la minestra, Ma non dovevi fare il polpettone stasera? Eh, ero convinta ci fossero ancora due scatole di tonno e invece no, quindi minestra.

Non taggo nessuno, chi vuole pigli.

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womenintranslation · 4 years

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Starting this Thursday. From the PEN Translation Committee, Jill!, and DC-ALT announcement:

DC-ALT Board Member Nancy Naomi Carlson is co-organizing three virtual readings in celebration of Women in Translation Month, streaming for three consecutive Thursdays at 1 p.m. ET. Find out more and stayed tuned for all three readings by clicking the links below:

Aug 13

Aug 20 - including DC-ALT Board Member Indran Amirthanayagam

Aug 27

It’s August, and time once again to celebrate Women in Translation (#WiT) Month! This initiative was started six years ago by blogger Meytal Radzinski with the purpose of focusing on translating words by women or nonbinary authors and working toward gender parity in literary publishing—so important to freedom of expression throughout the world. The COVID-19 pandemic has opened up opportunities to include translators and the authors they translate in a virtual reading format, showcasing participants who might otherwise not have been able to travel to such an event in the past.

Organized under the aegis of the PEN America Translation Committee and hosted by Jill! A Women+ in Translation Reading Series, this event will bring together five translators joined by their authors, working in such varied languages as Guatemalan Spanish, K’iche’, Hebrew, Arabic, Galician, and Senegalese French.The reading, moderated by Anna Dinwoodie, will be followed by a brief Q&A discussion (time permitting). We hope you’ll join us for this one-of-a-kind bilingual reading!

On AUGUST 13, at 1pm ET, tune in for the first LIVE bilingual readings by translators from Guatemalan Spanish & K’iche’, Hebrew, Arabic, Galician, and Senegalese French. This reading will be livestreamed; you can RSVP and tune in via the Facebook page of our host, Jill: A Women+ in Translation Reading Series.

Gabriela Ramirez-Chavez is a Guatemalan-American poet, translator,and Literature Ph.D. Candidate at UC Santa Cruz. Her work appears in Centro Mariconadas: A Queer and Trans Central American Anthology (forthcoming) and The Wandering Song: Central American Writing in the United States (2017). She attended the Kenyon Review Translators Workshop with a scholarship.

Rosa Chávez is a Maya K’iche’-Kaqchikel poet, playwright, artist, and activist who is Guatemala Program Coordinator for the international feminist organization JASS Mesoamerica. She has published five books of poetry, including El corazón de la piedra(2010), and the play AWAS (2014). Her poetry has been widely anthologized and translated.

Joanna Chen is a literary translator and writer. Her full-length translations include two books of poetry (Less Like a Dove and Frayed Light, a finalist for the Jewish National Book Award) and a book of nonfiction, My Wild Garden. She writes a column for The Los Angeles Review of Books.

Tehila Hakimi is an award-winning Hebrew poet and fiction writer. She was a 2018 Fulbright fellow at The University of Iowa. Hakimi has published a poetry collection (We’ll Work Tomorrow), a graphic novel (In the Water) and a collection of novellas (Company). Hakimi is a mechanical engineer by profession.

Melanie Magidow is the founder of Marhaba Language Expertise, providing Arabic to English translation and other multilingual services. She holds a Ph.D. in Middle Eastern Languages and Cultures from the University of Texas at Austin. Magidow has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the National Endowment for the Humanities, and the Fulbright Commission. She is also a co-host of the Goodreads MENA Lit Book Group. For more on her projects, see melaniemagidow.com.

Reem Bassiouney was born in Alexandria, Egypt. She obtained her M.Phil. and Ph.D. from Oxford University in linguistics. In addition to more than 8 books in linguistics, Bassiouney has 7 novels and has won numerous awards. Her novels have been translated into English, Greek, and Spanish. Her most recent masterpiece, "أولاد الناسثلاثية المماليك" 'Sons of the People: The Mamluk Trilogy' was published in 2018. Reem Bassiouney was awarded the prestigious Naguib Mahfouz Award from Egypt's Supreme Council for Culture for the best Egyptian novel of the year 2019/2020, making her the first woman to win this prize.

Laura Cesarco Eglin translates from Spanish, Portuguese, Portuñol, and Galician. She co-translated Fabián Severo’s Night in the North (Eulalia Books). Her translation of Hilda Hilst’s Of Death. Minimal Odes, (co•im•press) won the 2019 Best Translated Book Award.Her translations have appeared in Asymptote, Modern Poetry in Translation, The New Yorker, and more. Cesarco Eglin is the author of five poetry collections, most recently Life, One Not Attached to Conditionals (Thirty West Publishing House). She is the publisher of Veliz Books.

Lara Dopazo Ruibal has published four poetry collections and she is the co-editor and co-author of the experimental essay volume Através das marxes: Entrelazando feminismos, ruralidades e comúns. Her poetry collection ovella was awarded the Francisco Añón Prizein 2015, and with claus e o alacrán she received the Fiz Vergara Vilariño Prize in 2017. Dopazo Ruibal was a resident artist at the Spanish Royal Academy in Rome for the academic year 2018/2019.

Aubrey D. Jones is Assistant Professor of French at Weber State University in Utah. She received her Ph.D. in French Literature from the University at Buffalo-SUNY and has also worked in freelance translation since 2010. Aubrey is now involved in building Translation Studies in French at Weber State, as well as undertaking the translation of works of Franco-Ontarian and Senegalese poetry and fiction. She lives in Ogden, Utah with her husband and three children, and will often be found wandering in the mountains when not in her office.

Ken Bugul was born in Senegal in 1947 as Mariétou Mbaye. In her native language, Wolof, her pen name means “one who is not wanted.” From 1986 to 1993 she worked for the NGO IPPF (International Planned Parenthood Federation) in Kenya, Togo and the Congo. Ken Bugul’s autobiographical debut novel Le Baobab Fou was published in 1982 and is one of the most important documents in the Francophone literature of West Africa from the 1980s. Since then, Bugul has published many novels, which have been translated into several languages. Characteristic of her work is a highly literary language densely woven with the rhythms and fundamental thought structures of Wolof.

This reading will be moderated by Anna Dinwoodie, a poet and German-English translator. Anna received a Katharine Bakeless Nason scholarship to attend the Bread Loaf Translators Conference in 2019, and her writing appears in the anthology Poets of Queens (August 2020). She is currently pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing & Literary Translation at Queens College, CUNY.

#WiTMonth #Women in Translation Month 2020 #womenintranslation

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