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itwasrealtome · 2 years

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Outside the Lie

A Law and Order SVU x OCs fanfiction created by @itwasrealtome

Summary: A series of assaults and murders lead Captain Benson and the Special Victims Unit to investigate one of the most dangerous Russian crime bosses in the United States. Their mere presence will only endanger Sergeant Harking, who for almost three years has lost her very own identity in order to serve and protect her country.

Playlist: [Will be available soon.]

TW: This fiction will contain sensitive topics such as the usual SVU cases, murder, abuse, violence in any form, anxiety, depression, PTSD, blood, drugs, Russian Mafia, death, weapons, and maybe smut. If you have any more in mind while reading, please let me know. You’ll find the TW at the beginning of each chapter next to the sign ⚠️, or written in red. Do not read anything that might trigger you in any way!

Chapters and more:

Prologue

American Party: As the Special Victims Unit conducts undercover surveillance of a group of suspects, one of them gets close to the captain, Olivia Benson.

Errare humanum est: Olivia manages to lure the young woman into a trap, allowing the SVU to take her to the precinct, where an endless interrogation will take place. [Coming soon]

Undercover: The interrogation ends as soon as the error is realized. The young woman is an undercover agent, whose cover has now been threatened. [Coming soon]

Déjà Vu: Elysia manages to share a few moments with her lawyer, Rita Calhoun, before being sent back to the hotel. [Coming soon]

You Bring Me Home: After only two weeks, Elysia is back in New York. At the end of the evening, she admits defeat and returns to the one place she knows is her only home. [Coming soon]

Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamurin illis: Elysia tries to acclimate back to her old life, but she gradually realizes that nothing is the same. [Coming soon]

Mind and Body: Elysia reluctantly goes to Medical Examiner Warner's laboratory in order to identify a body, once again, and ends up collapsing in the building’s bathroom stall. [Coming soon]

Ghost of You: Elysia delves into still recent memories through flashbacks to confide in the captain of the SVU. [Coming soon]

Dear Friend: Under pressure, Elysia breaks down and confides in her partner and friend, Lindsey, about the last three years of her life. [Coming soon]

Tiny Wild World: Elysia helps the special victims unit with her Russian language skills. All this to realize that the suspect, who seems to recognize her, is none other than Rita's client, with whom she had an altercation the same morning. [Coming soon]

The Art of Danger: Called in emergency on the scene of a hostage taking, Elysia does not expect to see the love of her life join the madman, while she’s strongly retained against her will by Benson. [Coming soon]

And more to come…

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Taglist:

@electricboost @hi-i-1 @sammi1642 @emskisworld @msschemmenti @womenlovingwomen-imagines @arie109 @marvelandotheruniversesloveradhd @wittygutsy @ssaaggwwaa @youdontknowwhotfiamm

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu x OC #olivia benson x oc #olivia benson x reader #fiction #writing #fanfic #outsidethelie #rita calhoun x reader #amanda rollins #elysiaharking #fin tutuola #kat tamin #rita calhoun x oc #rita calhoun #svu fic

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anika-ann · 4 years

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If You Stumble... - Masterlist

Type: Three-shot, part of a soulmate AU series (part 1 here)

Summary: If you stumble…make it part of the dance.

In which you ask Steve what your date would look like if you lived the forties. He decides to show you instead. There are few flaws, holes to see through to glimpse beyond that illusion.

But what life would be besides boring if everything was perfect? Perfect dress. Perfect date. Perfect gentleman…?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Characters to appear: Steve Rogers, Reader/You, Tony Stark, some OCs

Part two of Errare Humanum Est series.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3*

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pellucid-constellations · 3 years

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ao3 rec anon here!! honestly if you have anything with steve ?? ok bucky too honestly ! i also do like a little angst if you have that !!!

Ooo I have a few Steve fics in my ao3 bookmarks!! I think I'm just going to link them instead of explaining because that would make this a massive response

Just a Tourniquet

Call it Anything but Love

Errare Humanum Est. (This is a series that has a bit of a crossover with SPN—which I didn't know before I read because I didn't read the tags oops—BUT I love it sm like trust me read it)

Hijacked

One Last Call (Angsty!!)

The Year of Starting Over ( I am in love with this fic!!)

remember to read the tags for warnings!! i never do and then i get punched in the face by something i wasn't expecting lol

#asks #this is probably more than you wanted #but here :*

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ao3feed-daredevil · 5 years

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What I’d Never Say and Do (if I Was in My Right Mind)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lAxdah

by Anika_Ann

A story in which you officially come back from the dead, Tony with Natasha decide to take the blame for the whole mess and organize a party with unexpected party crashers and Bucky should consider thinking before speaking.

Fic title applicable to Tony, Natasha, Steve and his soulmate (aka the Reader), Bucky and his sort-of-buddy Matt Murdock and possibly few more.

Just a smaller thing, snippets set around The Age of Ultron (and possibly The Endgame).

Words: 2065, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Errare Humanum Est

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Daredevil (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, Original Female Character(s), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Matt Murdock, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson (background), James "Bucky" Barnes/?

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe – Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Established Relationship, steve rogers is a sweetheart, Tony Stark Does What He Wants, Identity Reveal, Meet-Cute, Everyone Needs A Hug, Reader-Insert, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lAxdah

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daredevil #daredevil netflix #marvel's daredevil #daredevil tv

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jose-a-perez · 3 years

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Ciencia y Esoterismo (teorías extraterrestres)

Las Visiones de Ezequiel Unas Reflexiones Científicas

Pero en una anterior lectura comente ya el texto de Ezequiel a la luz de nuestros conocimientos técnicos actuales. Este relato me pareció y muy apropiado porque en él se tocan varias cuestiones de interés y su interpretación no podía ser más evidente. El año 1972, ya tuve ocasión de conversar en Huntsville-EEUU con Joseph F. Blumrich (ingeniero austriaco), jefe de la Sección de Proyectos de Construcción de la NASA , donde se proyectan las futuras estaciones orbitales.

Blumrich, por ejemplo, trabajo en las últimas etapas de la creación del Saturno V, actualmente dirige los trabajos de proyección de estaciones orbitales en las cuales los astronautas pasaran semanas enteras en el espacio. En julio del 1972, el fue condecorado con la “Excepcional Service Medal”, de la NASA, por sus trabajos en el proyecto Saturno y Apolo, distinción que solo han recibido muy contadas personas de esta famosa agencia espacial. Entonces, entre este escritor y el ingeniero se dio el siguiente dialogo:

1.-Ingeniero Blumrich, usted se ha ocupado en sus momentos libres de las visiones del profeta Ezequiel. Ante todo ¿Qué lo motivo para ocuparse de estos asuntos? R.-Para ser bien franco lo hice con un fin de protesta, leí el libro “Recuerdos del Futuro”, con un sentido de superioridad de un hombre que sabe que todo esto no es serio. Entre todos los temas tocados ya por usted, me detuve en su interpretación técnica de las visiones de Ezequiel. Este es un tema de mi trabajo, ya que he dedicado la mayor parte de mi vida a la construcción y cálculos de aviones y cohetes. Entonces me levante y tome una biblia a fin de leer el texto completo y me sentí seguro de poder rebatir sus argumentos en pocos minutos. Usted no podía tener razón. Pero después de una lectura cuidadosa y mi seguridad empezó a vacilar y los pocos minutos que pensaba dedicarle al tema, se convirtieron en un largo tiempo de estudio, durante el cual desarrolle en detalle y fundamente apropiadamente.

2.- Ingeniero Blumrich, en su estudio ¿Usted tomo en cuenta a la persona del profeta Ezequiel? R.-Por supuesto, en 3 aspectos: en lo relativo a los rasgos generales de su personalidad, su condición de relator y por ultimo como actor en los sucesos narrados. Las características de su personalidad influyen en la valoración general del relato. Como reportero, es un excelente observador. En su participación ya nos ayuda a contestar la pregunta: ¿él era el centro del acontecimiento? Como no lo era, y se plantea la otra pregunta: ¿Por qué no?

3.- Ingeniero Blumrich, todos los encuentros Dios-hombre que se describen en el Antiguo Testamento, y los cuales siempre acontecen en medio de humo, ruido, fuego, relámpagos y de temblores del lugar, han sido interpretados como “ideogramas”. Pero ¿Después de su estudio de este asunto, usted considera ya posible que el profeta hay tenido realmente un encuentro con un ser extraterrestre? y si esto es así ¿En qué indicios se basa? R.-La contestación a su primera pregunta es categórica: si. Pero con lo que no estoy de acuerdo es con la palabra indicios; pero del relato de Ezequiel puede deducirse en líneas generales el aspecto de las naves espaciales por el descrita. Luego, totalmente independiente del relato, puedo como ingeniero calcular y reconstruir un aparato volador de tales características. Pero si después de todo esto se constata que el resultado no solo resulta técnicamente posible, sino ya además desde todo punto de vista razonable y bien concebido, y que por otra parte en la narración del profeta se mencionan detalles y procesos que no contradicen a las deducciones técnicas, y entonces ya no podemos hablar solo de indicios.

4.- Ingeniero Blumrich, se que ha redactado un manuscrito con sus consideraciones sobre el pasaje del profeta Ezequiel ¿De sus cálculos resultan tal vez conclusiones acerca de las dimensiones de las naves y el nivel técnico de sus constructores? R.-Para mi asombro, esto incluso resultaba perfectamente posible. Esta investigación debido a la inicial inseguridad, se llevo a cabo en forma paramétrica, es decir, ya se hace variar gradualmente una serie de factores. Claro que para ello es precisa una extrapolación y más allá del estado actual de la técnica, ya la cual se basa en parte en posibilidades teóricas y en parte en evaluaciones. Pude constatar que ya la nave de Ezequiel tiene unas dimensiones bastantes creíbles y corresponde ya a un nivel técnico que quizás ya alcancemos dentro de algunos decenios.

5.- Ingeniero Blumrich, y no es mi propósito averiguar con anticipación los resultados de su estudio, pero tengo curiosidad por saber si todavía quedan algunas incógnitas ya por resolver ¿Podría indicarme 2 por lo menos? R.-Muy bien. Uno de los interrogantes ya seria: ¿El relato contiene una mezcla de autenticas visiones y sucesos reales o se trata solamente de observaciones reales? Ya la otra cuestión se refiere a la situación real del templo al cual vuela Ezequiel. Ninguna de las 2 posibilidades señaladas puede tener relación ya con Jerusalén. La determinación del lugar sería altamente significativa.

6.- Ingeniero Blumrich, ¿Usted ha tenido en cuenta, que sus cálculos matemáticos y consideraciones de ingeniería, escandalizaran a pastores, sacerdotes y exegetas del mundo judeocristiano? R.-Por supuesto, el golpe será inevitable. Pero no obstante espero reducirlo al mínimo ya que en mi libro daré todos los datos técnicos y que utilice para mis cálculos y para la reconstrucción. Proporciono todos los resultados. El que dude puede revisar mi trabajo por sí mismo o bien hacerlo revisar. El repaso de los cálculos no toma mucho tiempo y con ello ya habrá pasado lo peor. Simplemente, no queda otra salida. Pero evidentemente, a esto ha de seguir un periodo más largo ya de adaptación en distintos campos.

Entonces se ha hecho realidad ya mi sueño dorado: Un ingeniero famoso, un técnico eminente ya me ha tomado la palabra. Deseo también que algunos científicos “sabios”, dejen al lado sus lentes opacos y los cambien por otros nuevos, que les permitan ver mejor. El filosofo griego Sófocles (497-405ac), nos decía : ¡Errare humanum est! (errar es humano). Es acaso tan difícil, reconocer una equivocación, es acaso una vergüenza cambiar de opinión, que mas tarde, ya serán insostenibles. ……………………………….. https://youtu.be/j_PY3bfDZF4

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haruspex127 · 6 years

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Grati advenistis, omnes latinistae!

As you can see, I’m probably going to start a new series of comic strips, videlicet Latine, so please enjoy (don’t worry, you non-latinists, I’m going to translate them in English... ... possibly >:- ] *evil laughter*)

May I present you, Fumus (”Smoke”), the saddest person on Earth... He is so sad, that his flame hair is always smoking. (For those asking “Wtf flame hair?”: Yes, their hair is burning. Get used to it.)

“Tam doleo, ut coma mea exstinguatur.”

P.S. I’m happy to hear any correction suggestions about my latin translations; I have studied only five months. (And, you know, “Errare humanum est.”)

#lingua latina #latin #sadness #doleo #original art #comics #original character #oc #digital art #digital drawing #de luctu laetitiaque

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ideaimateria · 3 years

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¿Tienes ‘Wabi-Sabi’, el arte de ver la belleza de lo imperfecto?

Nada dura, nada está completo, nada es perfecto.

Este concepto zen de la estética y la vida irrumpe en Occidente como herramienta en la búsqueda de una existencia más feliz

RITA ABUNDANCIA

| 29 MAR 2016 07:30

Existe una técnica japonesa conocida como ‘Kintsukuroi’, que consiste en reparar objetos rotos rellenando sus grietas con oro o plata. En lugar de ocultar los defectos, éstos se acentúan y se celebran, ya que son la prueba de la imperfección y la fragilidad de las cosas, pero también de la resiliencia, la capacidad para sobrevivir, recuperarse y hacerse más fuerte.

La idea que subyace en esta práctica entronca con la filosofía ‘Wabi-Sabi’, de la que cada vez se habla más, pero de la que no hay una definición exacta, ni siquiera en su país de origen debido, en parte, a la afición japonesa por la ambigüedad. Pero además, el budismo zen siempre ha recelado del lenguaje como una trampa para la verdadera comprensión de las cosas, añadido al hecho de que los que saben, generalmente no dicen mucho, y los que más dicen, son precisamente los que menos saben.

La palabra Wabi se refería inicialmente a la soledad de vivir en la naturaleza, lejos de la sociedad; mientras que Sabi se traducía como frío, flaco o marchitado. Pero juntos estos vocablos adquieren un significado más positivo, que hace referencia a la belleza de lo imperfecto, defectuoso o inacabado.

Daisetz T. Suzuki fue una de las autoridades más importantes de Japón en el budismo zen y uno de los primeros estudiosos en interpretar la cultura japonesa para los occidentales. Él describió Wabi-Sabi como “una apreciación estética activa de la pobreza.” Claro que su concepto de la pobreza es muy diferente al occidental, el suyo es más romántico y parte de la idea de eliminar el enorme peso de las preocupaciones materiales de la vida. “Wabi es estar satisfecho con una pequeña cabaña, una habitación de dos o tres tatamis y con un plato de verduras recogido en los campos vecinos, y tal vez escuchar el sonido de una lluvia de primavera suave”, escribió.

Hay una historia que ilustra muy bien el concepto Wabi-Sabi. En el siglo X, el joven Rikyu deseaba aprender los rituales de la ceremonia del té y buscó al gran maestro Takeno Joo. Para aceptar al aspirante, Joo lo sometió a una prueba y le mandó que barriese el jardín. Rikyu lo limpió cuidadosamente. Cada piedra estaba en su lugar y las plantas perfectamente arregladas. Sin embargo, antes de acabar, Rikyu sacudió el tronco de un cerezo e hizo caer algunas flores que se esparcieron por el suelo. Takeno, impresionado, admitió al joven en su monasterio. Rikyu se convirtió en un gran maestro del té y desde entonces es reverenciado como aquel que comprendió la esencia del concepto de Wabi Sabi: el arte de la imperfección.

Esta idea zen, corriente estética o filosofía de vida ha interesado a autores occidentales. Leonard Koren, responsable del libro Wabi-Sabi para artistas, diseñadores, poetas y filósofos (Renart, 2008), opina que esta visión de las cosas “puede llegar a ser un modo de vida. Y, como mínimo, es un particular tipo de belleza». Mientras Richard R. Powell, autor de Wabi Sabi Simple: Create beauty, Value imperfection. Live deeply (Adams Media, 2004) y de Wabi-Sabi for writers (Adams Media, 2008), explica este término diciendo que “cultiva todo lo que es auténtico, reconociendo tres realidades: nada dura, nada está completo, nada es perfecto”.

El diseño es una de las primeras disciplinas que se ha rendido a esta idea, presente en numerosas artes japonesas como la alfarería, la ceremonia del té, el Ikebana, la jardinería o la poesía haiku, que consiste en un poema breve de tres versos, y que cultivaron también escritores occidentales como Borges (“¿Es un imperio/esa luz que se apaga/o una luciérnaga?”) u Octavio Paz ( “Sobre la arena/escritura de pájaros/memorias del viento”).

El diseñador y arquitecto italiano Gaetano Pesce es, a juicio de Ana Domínguez Siemens, periodista experta en diseño y comisaria de exposiciones, el máximo exponente occidental de este concepto en su campo de trabajo. “En los años 70, él empezó a introducir la idea de la belleza de la imperfección y de lo inacabado”, comenta Domínguez, “idea que se ha hecho cada vez más patente en los últimos quince años, sobre todo de la mano de la escuela holandesa de Eindhoven. En sus trabajos, Pesce siempre incluye el defecto, incluso en aquellos que ha realizado para Casinna, la exquisita firma italiana de muebles, famosa por la calidad de sus acabados y cromados, en los que el diseñador italiano dejaba que los obreros remataran las piezas según sus propios criterios. De esta forma se obtenían objetos diferentes y se rompía con la uniformidad de la fabricación en serie. En el fondo había una crítica a la producción industrial y era una alternativa intermedia a la utópica idea de la vuelta a lo artesanal”. Ana Domínguez acaba de inaugurar en El Palacio Cibeles, Madrid, una interesante exposición titulada Futuro Inmediato. Impresión 3D, que abrirá sus puertas hasta el 26 de junio. Algunas de las piezas elaboradas con una impresora 3D recuerdan la filosofía Wabi-Sabi, por su acabado imperfecto, aunque según esta comisaria, “esto no responde a una intención o reflexión del autor, sino que es algo anecdótico y coyuntural, debido a que las máquinas no están aún suficientemente perfeccionadas, pero lo que si es cierto es que esta tecnología obligará a los modelos de producción y de negocio a replantearse sus bases más fundamentales”.

En el primero de sus libros, el autor Richard R. Powell propone todo un estilo de vida acorde a este concepto. Un trabajo Wabi-Sabi sería aquel en el que uno hace lo que realmente le gusta, sin estrés, presiones ni jornadas interminables; una alimentación Wabi-Sabi valora lo local y humilde, al mismo tiempo que saborea lo exótico; y una filosofía de vida Wabi-Sabi es la que vive el presente y encuentra la paz y la armonía en la naturaleza y las pequeñas cosas.

La psicóloga, experta en duelos y con consulta en Mérida, Ana Yáñez, opina que una forma de pensar más Wabi-Sabi nos podría ahorrar muchos sinsabores y nos ayudaría a disfrutar más de la vida. “El perfeccionismo, el miedo al fracaso y la no aceptación de las pérdidas son aspectos que nos impiden una postura más flexible, relajada y realista de la existencia. Antiguamente nuestras abuelas veían la vida, influidas por el concepto cristiano, como un valle de lágrimas; pero ahora nos hemos pasado al extremo opuesto y existe la presión de que tenemos que ser perfectos, felices, disfrutar al cien por cien, mantenernos con aspecto joven el mayor tiempo posible y ser excelentes profesionales. Algo que no se corresponde con la realidad y que nos crea mucha ansiedad. El Wabi-Sabi nos reconcilia con la incertidumbre, el miedo, el paso del tiempo, el fracaso, o el hecho de que no siempre hay respuestas; pero que también se puede vivir entre todas estas cosas y llegar hasta a disfrutar de ellas. Yo siempre digo a mis pacientes que somos las personas perfectas para un mundo imperfecto”.

https://smoda.elpais.com/belleza/wabi-sabi-la-busqueda-zen-feliz-lo-imperfecto/

Kintsukuroi (keen-tsoo-koi-roy) The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. I reflect on this term quite often. It helps me when I'm broken in life because that's when strength and true beauty emerges

#kintsukuroi

Wabi-sabi para artistas, diseñadores, poetas y filósofos

Wabi-sabi es el rasgo más notable y característico de lo que consideramos la belleza tradicional japonesa. Puede llegar a ser un modo de vida. Es la belleza de las cosas imperfectas, mudables e incompletas. Es la belleza de las cosas modestas y humildes y no convencionales. Wabi-sabi fue la primera piedra en la construcción de nuestro catálogo editorial, que como todas las cosas wabi-sabi es modesto y sin pretensiones, pero que a la vez intenta tener presencia editando textos especiales y únicos, como el de este libro.

Leonard Koren estudió arquitectura pero nunca ha construido nada —excepto un excéntrico pabellón de té. Fue uno de los fundadores de WET: The Magazine of Gourmet Bathing, una de las revistas más influyentes en el desarrollo de la estética postmoderna. Desde entonces, ha escrito libros sobre cultura popular japonesa y sobre estética (en esta misma colección, Desdiseñando el bañoy Wabi-sabi, nuevas consideraciones). Koren ha sido definido como un fabricante de libros aparentemente modestos sobre temas aparentemente modestos.

http://www.sdedicions.com/fitxa_llibre.php?id=119

La cultura del vacío y la estética japonesa, su influencia en occidente.

…la poderosa influencia del budismo zen en el que la idea central es el vacío, la inmaterialidad …

http://oa.upm.es/51509/1/TFG_Unzaga_Bustos_Leireop.pdf

Kintsukuroi+kintsugi+wabisabi

... “ Errare humanum est”

El festival Ars Electronica, un dels esdeveniments d’art i noves tecnologies més importants del món, va titular l’edició del 2018 així: «Error. L’art de la imperfecció» …

lab.cccb.org/ca/l´error-en-l´era-digital/

elcultural.com/esteticas-del-error-veinte-anos-y-un-legado

es.scribd.com/doc/196913083/La-estetica-del-error-en-la-edad-digital

Lucia Egaña:

Lucia Egaña (lucy sombra) Malas impresiones

Recorridos erráticos. Prácticas artísticas fallidas y mal hechas

Existeix una dificultat per escriure els errors. Com no hi ha models per fer-ho, acaben formant part d'una història ofuscada. Com explicar/narrar els errors fins a convertir-los en eines susceptibles de ser utilitzades per altres persones o col·lectius? es tracta efectivament d'un problema narratiu o ��s només que falten més genealogies entorn de com exhibir-los? com narrar-los, com arxivar-los? En les pràctiques artístiques abunden més els errors que els resultats, a pesar que solen no ser exposats. En aquesta conferència analitzaré a partir del meu treball personal i col·lectiu algunes experiències de la fallada com a manera de donar-li visibilitat a aquest espai i com un intent de sistematitzar certes experiències que puguin ser útils per a altres artistes en formació.

Biografia: Lucía Egaña Rojas (1979) té formació en arts, estètica i documental i és doctora en Comunicació Audiovisual per la UAB. Escriu i investiga sobre temes relacionats amb els feminismes i el transfeminisme, la representació, la postpornografía, la tecnologia, el programari lliure i l'error. Desenvolupa processos pedagògics en àmbits institucionals i informals i el seu treball artístic s'ha presentat a Mèxic, Uruguai, Xile, Alemanya, Espanya, França, Noruega, Equador, Colòmbia, entre altres. És organitzadora del festival nómade Mostra Marrana, ha publicat el llibre Enciclopèdia de l'amor en els temps del porno (Cuarto propio, 2014) i col·labora amb diversos col·lectius i artistes principalment de l'àmbit de la performance. Participa en el grup de recerca FIC (Fractalidades i Recerca Crítica, UAB) http://psicologiasocial.uab.es/fic/en i forma part de la direcció acadèmica del Programa d'Estudis Independents (PEI) del MACBA.http://www.macba.cat/ca/pei-2017-18

Més informació del seu treball:

Enciclopedia del amor en los tiempos del porno http://www.cuartopropio.com

http://www.lapanterarossa.net/autorxs/egana-lucia

https://www.instagram.com/p/BstvVf6BhGK/

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0ByL5dpZh6KbjNW5FWkRJWFd5cU0 twitter @luciaegana

escolamassana.cat/ca/recorridos-erraticos-practicas-artisticas-fallidas-y-mal-hechas_22055

www.lucysombra.org

www.blog.lucysombra.org

http://www.blog.lucysombra.org/2015/12/mi-bibliografia-digital/

www.muestramarrana.org

www.cooptecniques.net

facebook.com/Muestra-Marrana- www.cooptecniques.net http://minipimer.tv/

twitter @luciaegana

sureandoelcuerpo.wordpress.com/

minipimer-tv-lucia-egana-laura-malinverni-veronica-lahitte-oscar-martin/

elcritic.cat/opinio/quatre-activistes-fan-la-seva-tria-per-un-santjordicritic

hangar.org/ca/lucia-egana-rojas/

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boreussia-durmmund · 7 years

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One heart, one soul, two sports

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One month with Lou and Roman Home is where the heart is Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Advent Calendar Hearts don’t break around here

One shots(in chronological order) Always be with you The devil of a toothache Errare humanum est Say something You and Me We lay here for years or for hours I can’t change your thoughts my dear, but if you want I’ll travel near to make it disappear Some you get, some you don’t

#roman and lou #lou and roman #one heart #one soul #two sports

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militarizedsubconscious · 7 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hunger Games (Movies), Hunger Games Series - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Seneca Crane Additional Tags: Suicide, Panic Attacks, Canon Compliant Summary:

Seneca Crane isn't quite sure what will be waiting on the other side of the doors that the Peacekeepers have just lead him to. It isn't what he was expecting.

#the hunger games #hunger games #thg #fan fiction #seneca crane #thg fanfiction #text post #robobabby art #shut up janson

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unpensadoranonimo · 7 years

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Mientras tanto en su corruptela favorita... (1/3/2017)

Nota: Observarán que parte de esta serie es continuación de esta entrada sobre Blesa y Rato y la resolución del caso Bankia publicada el pasado 25 de febrero. Lamentablemente un error de copia de carpeta descubrió estos archivos y se los subo hoy.

Errare humanum est

#humor #corrupcion #caso bankia #caso noos #caso auditorio #caso pujol #caso gurtel #españa

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 5 years

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What I’d Never Say and Do (if I Was in My Right Mind)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lAxdah

by Anika_Ann

Fic title applicable to Tony, Natasha, Steve and his soulmate (aka the Reader), Bucky and his sort-of-buddy Matt Murdock and possibly few more.

Just a smaller thing, snippets set around The Age of Ultron (and possibly The Endgame).

Words: 2065, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Errare Humanum Est

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Daredevil (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson (background), James "Bucky" Barnes/?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lAxdah

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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anika-ann · 3 years

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Ok... I don't understand your obsession with reader's death first soulmate series now this. Why do you make me cry😭😭😭

I watched too many tv shows where they kill off characters I either liked or finally learned to like.

Also, hi anon 😅😘 sorry to make you cry 😇

More rambling below.

I am NOT obsessed 😅 BUT. This is gonna sound really insensitive, but I just enjoy the opportunity it offers.

In the soulmate AU, I could make a crossover with SPN (and have so much fun) and the ending was mostly me dealing with my conflicted Endgame feelings 😅😁 and there was that whole thought of how strong the bond between soulmates is, because I'm a sap.

As for Melting Hearts series, well. TIME TRAVEL. Katie/Grace has strong emotinal motivation to go back to the past, even if only to SEE her mum 🥺😭 Plus, now that the cat is out if the bag, there's the 'if I know the future, can I change it? Should I? Especially knowing the consequences might he terrible...'

I'm nerding out. It's SO self-indulgent 😂🙈

Anyway, thank you for the ask 🥰

#asks #reply #ramble #melting heart series #spoilers #errare humanum est

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ao3feed-castiel · 5 years

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Errare Humanum Est

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ifbj4Y

by Anika_Ann

In which Steve is forced to solve an unsolvable dilemma and inevitably fails, Natasha is nosy in her attempts to be a good friend and it backfires and Sam Wilson is too old for that $#*!.

Also, Castiel is picking up strays from Heaven, leaving them to Sam and Dean to deal with.

Needless to say, it’s a mess, but when it looks like the God himself might be meddling, Team Free Will doesn’t have a choice. It’s not like they would just let the poor woman with amnesia wander off anyway.

Words: 4081, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Errare Humanum Est

Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, Original Female Character, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Original Male Character(s), Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, Riley/Sam Wilson(past)

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Steve Rogers Feels, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Like Thousands of Hugs, Alternative Universe - Soulmates, Soul-identifying marks, Attempt at Humor, Team Free Will (Supernatural), Resurrection, Amnesia, Sam Winchester is So Done, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson is So Done, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Bisexual Sam Wilson, Reader-Insert

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ifbj4Y

#IFTTT #cas #castiel #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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jamariyanews · 5 years

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Libia: il cavallo dell’Italia ha il fiato corto

5 settembre 2018 da Federico Dezzani

Twitter: @FedericoDezzani

Tutti i nodi vengono prima o poi al pettine, soprattutto in un contesto competitivo e spietato come la conquista/difesa delle zone di influenza: nella tarda estate 2018, è ormai evidente che l’Italia è destinata a perdere la partita libica, avendo scommesso tutto il proprio capitale politico sul cavallo sbagliato, l’effimero “governo d’unità nazionale” di Faiez Al-Serraj. Roma paga così a carissimo prezzo la propria subalternità a Londra e Washington, iniziata con l’avallo all’operazione Odissey Dawn e proseguito tragicamente con l’abbandono del generale Khalifa Haftar in favore dell’esecutivo patrocinato da ONU e Stati Uniti. Parigi, fedele alla sua secolare politica estera indipendente in Nord Africa, ha mantenuto invece saldi rapporti con il Cairo e Tobruk, finendo col collocarsi a fianco di Mosca nella partita libica: la vittoria francese è ormai inevitabile. Le competenze dell’ENI saranno l’unico strumento per riaffacciarsi alla “Quarta Sponda”.

Errare humanum est, perseverare autem diabolicum

“Sbagliare è umano, perseverare è diabolico”: un motto di origine latina che si addice perfettamente all’infausta politica italiana in Libia. Subappaltando la propria strategia agli angloamericani, Roma ha inanellato una drammatica serie di errori che, nella tarda estate 2018, è ormai evidente che culmineranno con una sconfitta politico-diplomatica senza precedenti ed il nostro ulteriore ridimensionamento nel Mediterraneo. Si tratta di una debacle che, da un lato, ci intristisce, dall’altro procura la soddisfazione tipica del “noi l’avevamo detto”. Con i nostri articoli che si sono succeduti negli ultimi tre-quattro anni, più volte, infatti, abbiamo messo in guardia dai pericoli della strategia adottata dall’Italia nella sua ex-colonia, evidenziando in particolare come l’esecutivo di Faiez Al-Serraj fosse un esperimento destinato a terminare nel più tragico dei modi: probabilmente una parte importante dei vertici politici-militari italiani la pensavano come noi, ma nel momento in cui ci si lega mani e piedi a potenze straniere (Stati Uniti e Gran Bretagna) si segue inevitabilmente il loro triste destino. L’Italia, complice l’intrinseca debolezza del proprio primo ministro (Silvio Berlusconi, suscettibile di mille e uno ricatti a sfondo sessuale) e delle proprie finanze (l’euro rese possibile portarci nel 2011 ad un passo del default), si vide costretta sette anni fa a “scaricare” il colonnello Muammur Gheddafi, sebbene questo colorito personaggio fosse il miglior garante dei nostri interessi in Libia sin dal colpo di Stato del 1969. Errore, ma umano. Rovesciato il rais, il Paese, come facilmente prevedibile, sprofonda nel caos, a causa dei dissidi tra tribù e dell’altissima concentrazione di estremisti sunniti: a molti (USA e GB) fa poi comodo trasformare la Libia in “una terra di nessuno”, da cui sia possibile lanciare attacchi destabilizzanti verso i Paesi vicini (Algeria, Tunisia ed Egitto in primis). Una Libia balcanizzata, inoltre, fa comodo a coloro che vogliono spalancare le porte della “via mediterranea” per sommergere di clandestini l’Europa continentale, con chiari intenti sovversivi. In questo magma di guerriglia, estremismi e traffici illeciti, emerge la figura del generale Khalifa Haftar, che si proclama protettore del legittimo governo laico-nazionalista costretto a riparare a Tobruk nel 2014, dopo che USA, GB, Turchia e Qatar hanno orchestrato un golpe islamista nella capitale. L’Italia, come la Francia, intrattiene in questa fase ottimi rapporti con Haftar, fornendogli assistenza in materia di servizi d’informazione. Se tutto fosse rimasto così com’era, oggi l’Italia sarebbe sul carro dei vincitori e, pur non godendo dei privilegi dell’era Gheddafi (si ricordi che il nostro Paese era riuscito addirittura ad ottenere le commesse per la costruzione di autostrade e linee ferroviarie ad alta velocità), sarebbe però sicura di aver decorosamente protetto i propri interessi. E invece, no! Si persevera nella tragica strategia di appiattirsi agli angloamericani e si entra nel “diabolico”. Anziché rimanere fedeli al generale Haftar che, forte del supporto di Egitto e Russia, consolida un po’ alla volta il proprio controllo sulla Cirenaica (dove, peraltro è concentrato il grosso della produzione petrolifera libica) per poi “riconquistare” la Tripolitania, il governo di Matteo Renzi si colloca sulla scia degli angloamericani che, con gli accordi di Skhirat del dicembre 2015, creano un “governo d’unità nazionale” benedetto dall’ONU e presieduto dall’effimero Faiez Al-Serraj. Si tratta di un “maquillage politico”, in quanto il governo d’unità nazionale è semplicemente “calato” sulla giunta islamista che controlla Tripoli, senza disporre di nessuna forza reale (e la forza, in molti contesti, non è molto, ma tutto). Si noti che a separare l’Italia da Haftar contribuisce anche l’omicidio Regeni che, perpetrato dai servizi britannici, si prefigge proprio l’obiettivo di interrompere l’affiatamento italo-egiziano. Il vero scopo dell’esecutivo di Faiez Al-Serraj è negare la legittimità (e, di conseguenza, gli aiuti militari e politici) al governo laico-nazionalista di Tobruk che, in origine, era l’organo rappresentativo legittimo. Agli angloamericani, infatti, non piace l’Esercito Nazionale Libico di Haftar (sostenuto da Egitto, Russia ed Emirati Arabi Uniti), ma la Fratellanza Mussulmana che sguazza nel caos della Tripolitania. Se l’Italia si condanna ad una severa sconfitta, la Francia, che dall’Ottocento conduce una propria politica estera autonoma in Nord Africa, è molto più astuta: sostegno formale a Faiz Al-Serraj, ma appoggio sostanziale a Khalifa Haftar. Nella partita libica, perciò, Parigi si colloca a fianco di Mosca e del Cairo, in contrapposizione a Londra e Washington: questa divergenza tra “alleati” della NATO è causa di una serie di “incidenti”, come l’abbattimento del volo Egyptair 804 e dell’elicottero delle forze speciali transalpine1. Certo, la Francia incassa qualche colpo, ma è sicura, presto o tardi, di vincere la partita. È solo questione di tempo, infatti, perché l’esecutivo di Faiz al-Serraj si sfaldi, lasciando campo libero all’Esercito Nazionale Libico di Haftar, che appare come l’unica forza in grado di ristabilire l’ordine nel Paese. Nei tre anni scarsi di “governo d’unità nazionale”, i disordini a Tripoli sono stati la normalità: senza poter contare su truppe fedeli, Faiez Al-Serraj si è semplicemente affidato alle milizie islamiste che controllano Tripoli, talvolta in buone rapporti talvolta in guerra aperta. I disordini sono riesplosi nell’ultima settimana, quando la sedicente “Settima Brigata” ha deciso di ritagliarsi una fetta di potere più larga di quella riconosciutale sino a quel momento: la guerriglia urbana ha prodotto circa cinquanta vittime in una settimana, obbligando persino il premier Faiez Al-Serraj ad invocare il soccorso italiano (e ci è mancato poco perché il governo glielo concedesse!). Qualsiasi sia l’esito del regolamento di conti a Tripoli, è ormai evidente che il “governo d’unità nazionale” è arrivato al capolinea e che l’autorità del premier Al-Serraj è ormai nulla. Chi si frega le mani è invece il capo delle forze armate di Tobruk, il generale Haftar, perché è chiaro che il suo esercito sia l’unico strumento con cui è possibile porre fine all’endemica guerriglia che affligge la Libia sin dal 2011. Controllando i terminal petroliferi della Cirenaica e disponendo di pesanti alleanza internazionali (Russia, Egitto, Francia ed Emirati Arabi), Haftar sarà libero di lanciare al momento opportuno la propria campagna su Tripoli (già più volte annunciata in passato), lasciando gli italiani (e gli angloamericani) con un pugno di mosche in mano. Di fronte a questa “Caporetto nordafricana”, la povera Italia non trova di meglio che rifugiarsi, come ai tempi di Francesco Crispi, nella francofobia aizzata dagli angloamericani, dimenticando che l’esito tragico della sua scommessa libica è frutto delle proprie scelte, o meglio ancora, dell’appiattimento totale alla politica estera di Washington e Londra. Soluzioni? Dato per scontato che l’attuale “governo del cambiamento” non si discosterà di un millimetro dalla direzione indicata dall’ambasciata di via Vittorio Veneto, l’unica via per rientrare in Libia sarà come sempre la “politica parallela” dell’ENI, in grado, grazie alle proprie competenze e relazioni, di mettere una pezza alla disastrosa politica mediorientale dei nostri governi. E non è certo un caso se l’impresa di San Donato Milanese sia spesso e volentieri nel mirino del “britannico” Movimento 5 Stelle. Preso da: http://federicodezzani.altervista.org/libia-il-cavallo-dellitalia-ha-il-fiato-corto/

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anika-ann · 3 years

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What I’d Never Say or Do (Had I Been in My Right Mind) - Pt.1

We Both Break Free (…if We Make It on Top)

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2, part 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count (Ch1): 2050

Series summary: A story in which you officially come back from the dead, Tony with Natasha decide to take the blame for the whole mess and organize a party with unexpected party crashers and Bucky should consider thinking before speaking.

Fic title applicable to Tony, Natasha, Steve and his soulmate (aka the Reader), Bucky and his sort-of-buddy Matt Murdock and possibly few more.

Ch.1 summary.: In which Natasha and Tony go mad.

A/N: This series will be just a smaller thing, snippets set around The Age of Ultron (and later, Endgame). Later will be referred to as WINSoD because the title is a monster.

Warnings (ch1): mention of death and resurrection, mention of superntural creatures (see Errare Humanum Est), language, fluff

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Tony Stark was a ridiculously theatrical person.

While that was no news to anyone who knew as much as his name at least, but he still managed to outlive the legend, the reputation that preceded him.

He left you standing by the door, walked in to gain the undivided attention of the person inside the office and wanted you to reveal yourself in the exact right moment – a moment he trusted you to recognize.

Well. You assumed with a revelation like yours, it was rather hard to keep the drama away. But leave it to Tony Stark that he would blow it to proportion just to have fun.

“Tamara, darling!” the billionaire howled, the door opened only for a crack, so you could hear the reaction. You rolled your eyes, sighed and nervously looked around. The department was empty safe for the woman in the office, but it still made you feel uneasy; probably the effect of having to hide for the past weeks to avoid detection that could lead to a major scandal.

“Oh god, what happened?” Tamara asked, sounding as horrified as annoyed.

“Why do you assume— okay, that’s fair. How’s you hubby doing?”

“Alright,” the poor woman answered, clearly suspicious. “I more or less cleaned up the latest mess, so I’ve been coming home early…”

“Yeeeeah, about that. I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” Tony offered cheerily.

“Bad news. Always. Let me just sit down-- no, no, don’t let me sit down, I have a feeling I’ll wanna pace irritably.”

That caused the corners of your lips to turn up. You were starting to like this woman already.

“I’m gonna need you to deal with a major scandal worthy of your skills.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere and I assumed as much.” Now you officially loved her – and you saw why Tony did too. Sass and snark; Tony’s language. “So, care to elaborate?”

“Nah, I’ll give you the good news. You’re gonna get some help. I brought reinforcements. She doesn’t have much experience with PR-” Try none. “-but I’m pretty sure she’ll be the one all the questions will be aimed at.”

“Oh my god, Anthony, did you get a woman pregnant?!” the woman hissed, not bothering lowering her voice. She sounded… kinda pissed. Which was reasonable, given the fact Tony Stark was happily-not-single with one amazing Pepper Potts.

“What? No! I have Pepper!” he opposed her, having the nerve to be offended. You smirked, hoping Jarvis caught that one line too. “This is all on Capsicle-“

“Captain Rogers got a woman pregnant?! What the-“

You felt like this was the moment.

“No, Mrs…. Tamara,” you said it the end, realizing Tony never told you the poor woman’s last name, and entered the room. “But his soulmate sort of came back from the death.”

Tamara was a middle-aged woman, with blonde medium-length hair and huge majestic glasses, business suit in a bloody-red colour and lips perfectly shaped in an “O” as you demonstrated the problem at hand.

“Holy. Shit.”

Leave it to Tony Stark he would flee the moment an actual explanation was needed, letting the others deal with the aftermath of his dramatic tendencies. To be fair, this was more of your drama, so…

“Good. Looks like introductions are not needed. I’ll send you the necessary data. Have fun.”

He strode through the door, winking over his shoulder at you and sending an air kiss to Tamara and you nervously smiled at the woman, your awkward side showing when you raised your hand to a reluctant wave before you could realize a handshake would be more appropriate.

“Uhm. Hi…”

The blonde blinked several times, shook her head with an incredulous chuckle and stuck out her hand.

“Hi. I’m Tamara, Antony Stark’s cleaning service. What can I do for you?”

Oh yeah. You’d get along just fine.

…

The story was simple and yet enough to make at least two Avengers very much hated.

Tony and Natasha, perhaps from some residual guilt of which you weren’t sure where was coming from, were determined to be thrown to the wolves of public.

Apparently, it had been all their idea – to have Steve and you kidnapped in the first place by the bomb enthusiast psycho. They had caught something fishy, been aware of it for a long time and opted for drawing the something rotten within SHIELD and company out by leaking early info on where you and Steve would be going to dates for several nights in a row without your or Steve’s knowledge. Perfect bait with nearly perfect surveillance background and safety measures.

Predictably, it had gone to shit and while you had never been blown up to death, which was something Steve had had zero clue about, you had been recovering from your life-threatening injuries for weeks in a hidden facility of top-secret location with way too much security. Still without Captain America’s knowledge.

Admittedly, this tale was a PR nightmare in making, not to mention a complete bullshit. Yet, the Avengers (sans Steve so far) unanimously approved of it. Tony and Natasha would be the first to blame, while the rest would reluctantly admit they knew as well and they had all kept it from Steve.

“You can’t be serious,” was all you managed to come up with, Steve sitting on the couch next to you while the rest of the team, the part that was momentarily on Earth, gathered around you to break you the news. This was what they came up with? “People will hate you.”

“And their hearts would still bleed for their golden boy, who would forgive us in time, especially since we offered his girl a job and an apartment she can’t quite refuse.”

“Wait, what kind of a job?!” Steve snapped, waking up from the deep thoughts he had fallen into with this stupid talk.

“The non-dangerous kind, Steve, calm down, please,” Natasha cooled him off flatly, but you could see her sincere gaze when it met with Steve’s. We wouldn’t endanger her, not again, it whispered. Steve’s shoulders slumped.

“What kind of a job?” you echoed, still worried. You assumed the apartment Tony mentioned was a place in the Tower, not bothering to ask about that part.

“PR. Unless you want to deal with your old job of which I have no doubt your best buddy would give back. I’d just like to remind you how the public reacted to you dying.”

Right. You wouldn’t mind a little privacy and safe space. You liked your old job, but it didn’t seem like an option now. Except… this was crazy.

“But they will still hate you. It makes you guys terrible friends and teammates. Frankly, it makes you kind of… terrible people,” you said slowly, taking time to examine everyone’s face.

“She’s got a point,” Steve agreed, wheels in his head clearly turning in a lightning speed.

“Meh. You should know what Fury’s up to during his ‘the end justifies the means’ periods – which is non-stop. I wouldn’t worry about that,” Natasha shrugged it off, pursing her lips a bit.

“Wasn’t it you who said you weren’t sure how to get her back to the world without having to explain she was literally led by an angel from Heaven?” Clint reacted to Steve, who sighed.

“Yes, of course, but this-“

“-is perfectly believable,” Natasha interrupted him, raising an eyebrow before beckoning to Tony and herself. “Me and Tony came up with the operation – a spy and a billionaire with questionable conscience. We pulled the rest of the team into the charade. This can work.”

“I can’t say I’ll enjoy this,” Bruce entered the conversation for the first time, surprising everyone. “However, it will allow you to walk the streets freely – with uncomfortable questions, yes, but it is a reasonable deal for us.”

“Steve? Thoughts?” the spy turned to him again.

Your soulmate observed his team for a long time, just like you, watching each of them individually, trying to read them as he himself was conflicted and undecisive. Finally, his eyes settled on you, a hint of an encouraging smile on his lips.

“Doll? How do you feel about that?”

The softness of his voice, the actual freedom he gave you when it came to this decision warmed your heart and made you shudder at the same time. You had no doubt he had come to a decision; but the final step was on you and you only. He would be affected too, of course, but this was your life that could turn upside down for like… what, the third time since you had met him?

You worried your teeth over your lower lip. “I mean… I’d really appreciate not having to hide in here all the time, but… I don’t want people to hate you, guys. I feel like I caused enough problems-“

“No, doll,” Steve whispered, his hand covering yours and squeezing firmly as he locked his gaze with yours and didn’t let go. “I’m not asking about them. I’m asking about you. They are clearly willing to do this.”

“Are you?” you questioned despite being confident about his answer.

“Do I love you?”

That caught you off guard. “Huh? That’s not what I-…?”

What did that even mean? Did he love— come again? How was this about his feelings towards you all of sudden? Was it time to question them? God, you hoped NOT.

“That the newest version of asking whether the sky is blue, doll,” he explained with a lop-sided smile and you released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Idiot. Sap. Sweet-talker.

“You’re such a sap.”

“You love it,” he hummed confidently. You smiled despite your better judgement. You loved him. And yeah, you loved this silliness too.

“I do.”

“So… are we doing this? Together?” His smiled grew a little wider, the twinkle you adored appearing in his eyes and you couldn’t but squeeze his hand back.

“Yeah. Together.”

“Jarvis, send Dum-E with some insulin shots,” Tony cleared his throat and you felt your cheek dust with a blush, roughly pulled out of the haze Steve managed to put you in once again. “We’re all having unhealthy sugar rush.”

The captain rolled his eyes. “Har, har, Stark. Are you guys really okay with this?”

Clint huffed. “It’s not like people will start planning our assassination more than they do already.”

“Tamara might,” Natasha opposed, amused.

“Ah, poor Tamara, I better bring a wine with me when asking…” Tony mused, scratching his goatee.

You turned to the red-head spy, not happy about being out of the loop.

“Who’s Tamara?”

Tamara, the head of the PR department for Tony (and sometimes for the Avengers too, because those two clients, so to speak, often came as a package deal), was currently starring at you speechless when you told her the tale of what actually happened and what lie they had decided to feed the public.

The silence lasted long enough for you to start worrying.

“Are you alri-“

“Angels are real?!” she burst out, nearly making you jump out of your skin with the sudden exclaim. You placed your palm over your chest to keep your racing heart inside your ribcage.

“…yes. But so are demons, shapeshifters, witches and so on, so…”

“Not a good thing to go public with. Got it. I understand the cover-up now. Though people being able to be resurrected would be enough on its own even without the… creatures. My my… we have a lot of work to do.”

“I’d imagine,” you agreed, not having a clue how to do this and where to start.

The woman looked at you over the rim of her glasses, her smile kind, in the Stark contrast to her loud cry only few second ago.

“…you don’t have any experience with PR at all, do you?”

“Nope,” you admitted, accenting the P and looking away, ashamed that Tony threw you into this without giving you anything helpful.

Now Tamara had to deal with the scandal and with you trying to help. That woman was worthy of some serious pay raise (though you had no doubt Tony paid her enough for her to own a villa or something, exactly as much as she deserved for dealing with his shit).

“I’m gonna kill Anthony, I swear…. Okay, let’s get this shit on the road. Also, Jarvis? Tell Antony to get the freakin’ wine ASAP.”

Oh yeah. You would actually adore Tamara, you were sure of it.

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Part 2

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Here we go! The final part of the series. Admittedly, I’m not sure about quality of this thing, but I’m trying.

Chapter titles are taken from the chorus of Les Friction’s What You Need

Thank you for reading ♥

(I’ll be tagging my Errare Humanum Est taggies, if you don’t want ot be taggged anymore, let me know)

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