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The Harrington Pattern Part 6
Yay! Another History Nerd Steve!! And I got a shit ton of awesome writing done yesterday so I was able to catch up to omegaverse. But it's looking like this one will finish first. As I think I have one or two more chapters to go on this one (as in past my backlog not past this chapter specifically).
In this chapter we get Eddie being a good dad, Mike getting introspective and Will getting some perspective of his own. And a little bit of Eddie keeping Mike humble for funsies.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
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Eddie gathered Mike and El up and took them outside of Will’s hearing.
“Hey,” he said gently, “I’m not mad at you, okay? But I have to explain something to you both.”
Mike and El looked at each other in confusion. “About what?” El asked.
“About offering to help Will buy the staff,” Eddie said. “It showed that you are kind and generous people who only want to help their friend, but Will does not see it that way.”
“He doesn’t?” El asked.
“When you grow up poor,” Eddie said fiercely, “it is drilled into you that any help at all is charity and should be avoided at all cost.”
Mike and El looked at each other again, their confusion even greater than before.
“But why?” El asked.
“Because supposed ‘well meaning’ people,” Eddie put air quotes around well meaning, “think that when you are poor you don’t deserve good things and gifts like that always come with strings attached.”
“So Will thinks that if we help buy the staff we’re going to ask him to do something that he might not want to do but will feel he has to because we bought him the staff?” El asked in one great big rush.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Eddie said. “Do I think you’d hold it against him? No. But...”
“But when it’s all you know it’s hard to see there is a problem,” Mike muttered looking at his shoes, remembering what had happened only hours before.
Eddie’s expression softened. “The very like.” He gave them a group hug. “Besides Steve’s got it covered.”
Mike and El stepped back, confusion back on their faces.
“What do you mean?”
Eddie huffed out a laugh. “If the staff is still there on Saturday, Steve going to suddenly have ten extra dollars from Joyce that she gave him for Will’s meals that he didn’t end up spending because Will eats like a bird.”
El frowned. “But that would be a lie and friends don’t lie.”
Eddie shrugged. “Is it a lie or is it Steve stretching the truth a little to help a friend. After all your friends have lied for you. Lying to you to make you feel better is something that isn’t going to hurt anything in the long run.”
“I don’t understand,” El said, tilting her head.
“It’s like you could tell Mike he looks hideous in yellow,” Eddie pointed out. “But he wears it because it’s your favorite color. Him wearing yellow isn’t hurting anyone and it’s sweet he’s wearing it for you. So if he asked how the yellow hat looks on him you would say what? That it looks awful or that you love it because you understand the intentions behind it?”
El blinked. “You’re right. Thank you!”
Eddie smiled and began walking back to the table.
Mike started hurrying after him. “But I don’t look hideous in yellow, right? Right, Eddie?”
Eddie just kept walking with his smile turning into a feral grin.
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Steve smiled at Eddie when he sat back down next to him. He bumped him with his shoulder. “If I’m the mom, you’re their dad.”
Eddie turned bright red and shoved his hair in front of his face. “Shut it.”
Steve bumped their shoulders together. “I think between the two of us we form one half-way decent parental figure.”
Eddie smiled that closed lipped dimpled smile that Steve loved so damn much and he couldn’t help but smile back.
Holy shit was this crush getting wildly out of hand. He just wanted kiss those dimples so, so much.
Across from them Mike raised an eyebrow. He looked between the two older boys and after a moment he made the connection. He thought about it for a moment and decided it wasn’t any of his business as long Steve didn’t take over their DnD time.
And considering how well Steve respected that time as friends with Eddie, he really didn’t think dating would change all that much. Just the level of PDA they would show would change.
Mike continued to watch them to see if they were a couple and hiding it or if they hadn’t gotten there yet.
His consensus? Hell if he knew, to be honest.
But better Eddie than Nancy at this point was all he was going to say on the matter.
They finally were all done with their food and they all split off again. He watched Steve and Eddie go off together and shook his head.
Will tilted his head. “What’s up?”
Mike knew what Will was. Had done for ages now. He just smiled at his best friend. “I haven’t held much stock in there being one person for you in all the world, but you know sometimes you see two people together and just think ‘yeah, I couldn’t see them with anyone else,’ you know?”
Will looked in the direction Steve and Eddie were walking away and nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”
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While there wasn’t much to do the kids still came home that night filled with tales of wonder and amazement.
But later that night Will came and knocked on Jonathan’s door.
Jonathan pulled off his headphones and motioned him in.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked as Will hesitantly stepped into the room.
Will sat gingerly on the bed. “How well do you know Steve?”
Jonathan sighed. “Probably not as well as I should. He was around in the outside of my circle and then we’d only really see each other when the world was ending. Why? What’s up?”
Will twisted his fingers nervously. “What would you say the possibility was of him liking guys?
That brought up Jonathan short. Sure there was a chance that Will was just projecting his hopes for Mike onto the older boy, but this was Will and his little brother was far too perceptive for his own good.
So he gave it some real thought. All the times he saw Steve in high school and around town. All the times they interacted to help save the world. And he was starting get a picture.
Jonathan shrugged. “I suppose it’s possible. It’s hard to tell admiring glances from signs of attraction.”
Will cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Would you say Max or Robin were pretty?” Jonathan asked scooting over on the bed to sit next to Will.
Will shrugged back. “I mean, I guess. My friends are attracted to them so they must be.”
“Right,” Jonathan agreed. “Is Mike good looking?”
Will snorted. “Not really, maybe when he’s gotten past the awkward giraffe stage. Steve though...” He ducked his head and blushed.
Jonathan laughed. “Fair enough. I’m not attracted to guys and even I know that Steve is hot.”
“So attraction is more than looks?” Will asked. “Like you can find someone of the opposite that you’re attracted to good looking, but you wouldn’t want to date them or have sex with them?”
Jonathan nodded. “So while it’s possible Steve could be attracted to guys, I really couldn’t be the judge of that. Why do you ask?”
“I think even Mike picked up on Steve and Eddie’s flirting today,” Will muttered.
Jonathan’s eyebrows really did shoot up on that one. If Mike picked up that Steve was flirting with Eddie...
But then again... actually.
“That makes more sense then you realize,” he told Will slowly.
Will straightened up. “What do you mean?” He was really getting tired of asking that phrase at the moment.
“Who would know more about what Steve’s flirting looks like from the outside,” Jonathan said, “then someone who witnessed it with his own sister.”
“Oh. Nancy. Yeah, you’re right that does make sense.” Will blinked away his confusion.
Jonathan smiled. “So did you get the answer you were looking for?”
Will thought for a moment. “I think so. I mean Robin and Eddie have come out to us, but Steve hasn’t.” He paused for a moment. “Though, I think that Steve may have hinted it to me earlier. I told him that I thought Eddie might like him back, but I don’t know if that was enough, you know? For him to come out, I mean.”
“It could be that Steve hasn’t figured it out fully himself,” Jonathan said with a huff of laughter. “Like he might know he has feelings for Eddie, but not what those feelings mean.”
Will nodded. “Thanks, Jonathan. I’ll let you get back to your music.”
“Oh shit!” Jonathan scrambled to stop the tape. He sighed when he realized it was near the end of it. He hit rewind and looked back at Will shaking his head fondly.
“I think you need to lay off the weed, dude,” Will said, getting to his feet.
“Never!” Jonathan shouted after him, but Will had already slammed the door behind him.
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Mike was lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling. Unlike what he knew was happening in friends houses’, the near constant talking about how awesome their day was, Mike had made an excuse that he was just tired, that he did have fun and couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
In the dark comfort of his own room, he knew they weren’t lies. Not really. He was all three of those things, but he also had a lot on his mind.
Racism and homophobia. He remembered all the awful things he had thrown at Will. All the things he said to Lucas.
He knew his parents were conservative. Whatever the hell that really meant. But they weren’t bad people. His mom had never tried to tell him not to be friends with Lucas or that gay people were evil.
But all the little things were starting to add up. Gay men deserved to die because the disease didn’t affect anyone else and they just weren’t the effort.
But he thought about Will and Eddie. And yeah, maybe Steve, too. Did they really deserve to die just because of how they had sex? That didn’t sit well with Mike. It made his stomach turn uneasily.
Dustin had been right about the Vulcans, they were of different colors, too. So why couldn’t elves? Why were the Drow evil? Was that racism, too? Plus did it even matter?
Almost all the campaigns Mike had been in were what the game makers called home-brew.
Yes, they used the game as the framework, but then colored outside of the lines all the time.
After all, Vecna was just a lore character where only the dude’s hand and eye were left out in the world. But Eddie had taken that lore and turned it into an amazing story.
He got ready for bed and laid back down. He stared up at his ceiling again. He had been a bad friend for years. Ever since El came into their lives, she was his only focus. It was a god damn miracle that they hadn’t thrown him off before now.
There must be something that they still liked. He would just have to figure out what it was and lean into that.
And with that, Mike drifted off to sleep as tried to figure out ways to keep his friends.
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Cheritz's changes in staff over the lifetime of The Ssum
I wanted to write a post about this because it was the nail in the coffin convincing me that The Ssum won't get better. I really want to be optimistic, I was for the first year of the game's release. But with how hard they're fumbling June's route, and having some context by seeing the dramatic changes that happen behind the scenes, I don't have any hope for the game's future in its original concept.
So here's a big fat list of credits, comparison of them, and my own stupid commentary.
A comparison of the beta OPs credits (2018) vs the new OP credits (April 2022)
Project Directed by-
Sujin Ri (this stays constant)
Project Managed by-
Heinrich Dortmann (this stays constant during the time periods I'm comparing- we'll come back to this later)
Character Model by-
Yuseung An (this credit never appears again so uhhhh)
Game Designed by-
Yoonji Shin, Haeyoung Go (this credit also never appears again)
Project Assisted by-
2018:
Youngtak Lee, Heetae Lee, Yeonwoo Jung, Kyungha Kim, Kyungho Kim, Jihyun Jang, Hyejin Hong, Daniel Hong, Seungiim(?) Hwang, Dakyoung Lee
April 2022:
Heetae Lee, Junghee Choi
Art illustrated by-
2018:
Ilbo Sim, Jinhee Lee, Jihyeon Choi, Hyunju Na, Juhul Kim, Jaehee Hwang, Mirae Kang
April 2022:
Ilbo Sim, Jihyeon Choi, Minji Kim, Mirae Kang, Youngjoo You, Yura Lee
Programmed by-
2018:
Mansu Park, Marcos Arroyo, Rachel Tay, Soonyong Hong, Seungjin Lee, Myungjun Choi
April 2022:
Gunsoo Lee, Kukhwa Park, Moonhyuk Jang, Myungjun Choi, Seungjin Lee, Wonbok Lee, Youngkwon Jeon
Scenario Written by-
2018:
Jinseo Park, Minjeong Kim, E Hyun Kim, Eunchong Jang
April 2022:
Jinseo Park, Lilly Hwang, Minjung Kim, Saerom Shin, Summer Yoon, Youngran Moon
Language Localized by-
2018:
Sunhee Moon, Minkyung Chi, Sungjae Choi, Junhee Kim
April 2022:
Minkyung Chi, Pilhwa Hong, Saenanseul Kim, Sorim Byeon
Sound Resourced by-
2018:
(N/A)
April 2022:
Songhee Kim
Customer Service/Communication with Users by-
2018:
Sunkyeong Yun, Hyeseon Yang
April 2022:
Donghee Yoon, Joyce Hong, Sanghee An, Subin Kim
Credits from 2019
These are in the lyric booklet included in the Teo Love Bundle. Strangely enough, I'm already seeing differences between the 2018 credits and 2019. Uh oh?
As of release + a few months
These screenshots don't feature all the credits, unfortunately. I'm relying on screenshots someone else took because I'm not proactive but hindsight is 20/20.
Changes: Project is no longer managed by Heinrich Dortmann, instead by Juho Woo. Scenario team cut down to 2 people, one of which is a new name (Jooyoung Lim). Art team also cut down to 2 people. Sound is no longer resourced by Songhee Kim, but Jaeryeon Park and ROGIA. All new team of directing assistants as well, it expanded to 4 people but they're all new names. 2 fewer programmers, only one of the listed names was already working.
October 2023 (June's release)
Here's where it somehow gets worse lol.
Changes: A lot. Directing assisted by 1 person. They were not a part of the team credited in the OP. Down to 3 programmers, only 1 being in the OP. Entirely new art team! It's up to 4 people, but all of them are new, even compared to only a few months prior. Down to 1 scenario writer pobrecita (but we're coming back to that). Since I don't have screenshots of the project assistant credits from launch, can't say anything for that, except that Gui Zhenghao is new compared to the OP but the number of staff there remained the same. Flaming Heart is gone for the BGM! He's been working with Cheritz for forever but is gone now. One person from the communication team left, so they're down to 2. That would explain why emails have been slower since October. Only 1 translator, though Cheritz is now looking to recruit new ones.
Important note:
According to Cheritz's post acknowledging their use of gAI, Sujin Ri was not involved in writing season 1 of the game, but IS the main writer for season 2. I won't make a rant about how much I hate what she's writing cuz this isn't the post for that, but it explains why season 2 is so vastly different.
The fact that only a few people (like, in the lower single digits) remain even from 2019/early 2022, let alone who's still around from 2018, is really frustrating for the game. The game started with one vision, but now it's being turned into something completely different. Even the app's functions are inconsistant between season 1 and 2 (and a little so between Harry and Teo). According to an email I got from Cheritz, season 2 takes place a few years before season 1. Just sit with that knowledge for a bit :P. It's like the current people in charge of The Ssum (*cough Sujiin Ri*) couldn't be bothered to keep the original concept in mind, let alone how the timeline would work.
This post was a long time coming, I was caught up in just how bizarre this all is and finding tons of stuff that I haven't even included in the post. Writing this has taken about 3 hours (including the time I spent on a post ONLY FOR TUMBLR TO NOT WANNA WORK PROPERLY WHEN I TRIED TO POST IT SO IT GOT DELETED) and uhhh yeah. Now I gotta wait a few years to ask former staff if their NDAs are expired yet LOL
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“ Carismatico, coraggioso, indomito, Lussu è un figlio della Sardegna più profonda. Nato ad Armungia nel 1890, laureato in Giurisprudenza a Cagliari, amatissimo comandante della brigata Sassari (nella prima guerra mondiale ha ricevuto ben quattro medaglie dopo quattro anni di trincea per azioni sull’altipiano del Carso e della Bainsizza), ex deputato del Partito sardo d’azione, ha pagato cara, fin lì, la sua militanza, ma ha anche ottenuto una gran bella vittoria su un regime che sembra inattaccabile.
Capelli e occhi neri, slanciato, elegante, occhiali dalla montatura di metallo, baffi e pizzetto, sguardo ironico e tagliente, in quel periodo si fa chiamare ‘Mister Mill’ e vive in clandestinità. Agli occhi dei giovani dell’epoca, lo dice Joyce stessa, è un personaggio leggendario, per le gesta in Sardegna e per la sua avventurosa fuga da Lipari.
I fatti della Sardegna sono questi: la sera del primo novembre 1926, centinaia di fascisti hanno assediato la casa dell’avvocato Lussu. Non è un’azione isolata, è solo una delle rappresaglie che bande di fascisti organizzano in tutta Italia – devastando case, sedi di giornali, picchiando e assaltando – non appena si è diffusa la notizia dell’attentato fallito a Mussolini, avvenuto il giorno prima a Bologna per mano del sedicenne Anteo Zamboni. Lussu, che è un antifascista, ha partecipato alla secessione dell’Aventino dopo l’assassinio di Matteotti, è antimonarchico, ha lavorato a un progetto federalista-rivoluzionario per unire azionisti, repubblicani e socialisti, è nel mirino dei fascisti della sua città: l’ordine è di saccheggiarne la casa e linciarlo sul posto. L’organizzazione dell’assalto, nella sede del fascio, è durata tutta la giornata per cui c’è stato tempo e modo, per Lussu, di ricevere informazioni da voci amiche e preparare una reazione. Gli amici gli consigliano di scappare ma lui decide di restare in casa, situata nella piazza più centrale di Cagliari, lasciandola ben illuminata, «per dare un esempio di incitamento alla resistenza».
Scende in strada per vedere che succede, sente gli squilli di tromba che chiamano a raccolta i fascisti mentre la piazza si fa deserta. Risale, manda via la domestica. La città continua a serrarsi, i negozi abbassano le saracinesche, i cinema si svuotano. Al ristorante vicino casa dove va a pranzare, il cameriere – che è stato un suo soldato durante la guerra e ora è diventato fascista ma nutre ancora grande rispetto del capitano – lo scongiura di partire subito. La sentenza contro Lussu è stata emessa e lo sa tutta Cagliari. Persino gli inquilini del suo palazzo, tra cui un magistrato di Corte d’appello, si chiudono e tacciono terrorizzati.
«Incominciai a preparare la difesa. Un fucile da caccia, due pistole da guerra, munizioni sufficienti. Due mazze ferrate dell’esercito austriaco, trofei di guerra, pendevano al muro». Due giovani amici e compagni si presentano per aiutarlo ma lui li congeda senza discutere. Spegne la luce e si avvicina alla finestra. Assiste alla devastazione della sede della tipografia del giornale «Il Corriere» all’angolo, poi a quella dello studio dell’avvocato Angius.
Quindi risuona il grido «Abbasso Lussu! A morte!».
È sorpreso di riconoscere tra gli assalitori persone che conosce bene, di cui è stato amico o compagno di scuola.
La colonna si divide in tre parti e l’attacco arriva da tre punti: una squadra sfonda il portone e sale dalle scale, una cerca di entrare da un cortile sul retro, l’ultima si arrampica dai balconi. «Confesso che, nella mia vita, mi sono trovato in circostanze migliori. I clamori della piazza erano demoniaci. La massa incitava gli assalitori dalle finestre con tonalità di uragano».
Lussu lancia un primo avviso, grida «Sono armato!» da dietro le persiane.
Poi, mira e spara al primo che arriva sul balcone. Un giovane fascista, Battista Porrà, colpito a morte piomba giù, sul selciato della piazza. Gli altri scompaiono in un lampo.
Nonostante lo svolgimento dei fatti dimostri la legittima difesa (e infatti verrà assolto) e nonostante l’immunità parlamentare, Lussu viene portato in carcere. Ci vorrà un anno prima di arrivare a sentenza ma l’ordine di scarcerazione immediata è seguito da un ordine di domicilio coatto. Lussu è condannato alla pena di cinque anni di confino per misure di ordine pubblico e definito «avversario incorreggibile del regime». “
Silvia Ballestra, La Sibilla. Vita di Joyce Lussu, Laterza (collana I Robinson / Letture), 2022¹; pp. 31-33.
#Joyce Lussu#La Sibilla#letture#leggere#biografie#Cagliari#Joyce Salvadori Lussu#Silvia Ballestra#Storia del '900#Lipari#intellettuali italiani del XX secolo#antifascismo#lotta partigiana#prima guerra mondiale#Emilio Lussu#Armungia#Sardegna#Partito sardo d’azione#Bainsizza#Benito Mussolini#antifascisti#Anteo Zamboni#federalismo#squadrismo#Aventino#anni '20#Giacomo Matteotti#Giustizia e Libertà#Resistenza#Carso
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It’s Disabled Billy and Steve Week
Day 2- Family
My prompt: A family reunion with Billy
Quick content warning, there is discussion of child abuse against a baby and abusive head trauma.
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“Watch out, big bump in the sand.” Argyle warns, in his signature slow drawl.
He’s pushing Billy in his wheelchair, across a beach, heading towards a reunion for Argyle's family, the first since the couple had moved back to California.
The Gaspar family isn’t the biggest, just Argyle's mom, her two sisters, and their kids, the oldest of which have a few babies of their own. It’s still a lot bigger than any family affair of Billy’s, but those became obsolete when Billy was still just a couple of months on this earth.
Everything fell apart around then, the family split into bitter chaos and hatred. See, back then Neil had done something that couldn’t be hidden or ignored. He shook Billy.
All it took was a few seconds, but to this day he’s never regained function of the right half of his body. It’s cerebral palsy, hemiplegic. Along with the paralysis he’s got to worry about seizures and a whole list of cognitive problems, memory loss the most prominent.
Billy’s mom is his full time carer. Now that Max and Will are all grown and leading educations of their own, Ima Joyce can stay home with Billy and help him do all the things he either can’t do anymore, or never learned how to.
Argyle is a big help too, always bringing over giant casserole dishes of food for Billy and his adoptive family, or lifting Billy into the bath. It’s sweet, and fills a void that his childhood had left.
Billy wants to repay some of that with the simple things, tasks he can manage- giving cuddles, trying his specialty pizzas, visiting his family. Still makes him nervous, to be faced with his boyfriend's entire family.
Argyle tells him that’s normal, that he’d been terrified the first time he sat around a table with Max, Jane, and his secondary caregiver, Murray, at the same time, but it seems different. Billy’s terrified of not just making a bad impression, he’s worried about something like having a seizure on the beach in front of Argyle's baby cousins.
And, at the moment, he’s scared of being dumped on his face into the sand because of these bumps Argyle is pushing him over.
“Told you the power chair would’ve been better.”
“I tried my best, dude. It died before I even got it to your room. Like, tires locked, beeping sounds kinda dead, man.” Argyle doesn’t even sound defensive, he just laughs about the absolute train wreck that was their morning.
“Just tell me this thing is close..” Billy keeps complaining, only to be reassured right away by Argyle.
“Right around the corner, blue sky. Just follow the smell of tia Evelyn’s carnitas.”
Another thing that Billy really enjoys doing with his boyfriend is exploring his culture. Argyle hadn’t really been too open about his Mexican roots, since when they met Billy was in the midst of a custody battle between Hargroves and Byers. He said it felt wrong to talk about family when Billy hadn’t really found his own yet.
Now that it’s been a few years, and things are a lot better, Argyle likes to share certain dishes and songs passed down by his family that Billy just loves. It’s his favorite part about living in California instead of Hawkins.
In the same way that Mrs Byers taught her boys to speak the language of their Tanakh, and Billy loves to listen, he loves to hear Argyle and his family speaking Spanish, although he can usually only mentally translate a few words or less.
Argyle's mom is the first to spot them now, calling as they make their slow approach to the perfect spot between the trees, where they’re all set up on a few picnic tables pushed close together, “¡Hola cariños! ¡Finalmente lo lograste y mira, trajiste a tu novio!”
Billy catches that she’s relieved they both made it, but that mostly comes from Argyle's next words, where he restates what she says. That’s they’re tactic, to make sure Billy is never left out.
“Yeah, we’re here mami. Me and my boyfriend. And not just that, but we brought my super delicious world famous brownies!” Argyle sounds excited.
His mom, however, does not. She puts her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrow, “¿Las normales, cariño?”
“Uh, Billy these are plain brownies.. right?” Argyle leans forward, looking at the tray of brownies Billy’s been steadying for him in his lap, a look of sudden worry on his face.
Now Billy’s just confused, but he goes along with it, answering, “Yeah? What else would they be?”
“Well…” Argyle looks sheepish, and Billy realizes just what other kinds of brownies Argyle would be making.
Howling with laughter, he exclaims, “Argyle, you did not!”
Bring pot brownies to a family gathering that is. But by the looks of it…
“It was a mistake, my guy! And uh, I ate the whole tray myself ‘fore anybody else could get messed up.” Argyle defends, face flushed a subtle but deep red, but somehow that just makes it worse.
Accidentally mixing up the trays is one thing, but eating all the evidence? Billy is stumped. Shocked. Almost in awe.
“How?”
Starting to regain a little humor about it, Argyle asks, “How what, sunshine?”
“How are you alive?” Billy clarifies, genuinely curious.
And then there’s another blow to every assumption Billy had made about life ever, in the form of Argyle proudly declaring, “Back in the day, I could eat two trays.”
All Billy can do is stare and look horrified, somewhat unsure if Argyle was joking or not. He’s too bad at social cues to distinguish.
But Argyle moves on, turning back to his mom to explain to her and promise that no, this is not a repeat of last time.
“Si, mami. Sin marihuana esta vez. Prometo.”
“Esto es un alivio. Quiero que te comportes lo mejor posible para tu novio hoy.” She seems to be satisfied with that answer, kissing Argyle's cheek and stepping aside so they can enter the imaginary boundary line of the party space.
Billy’s Spanish skills aren’t good enough to pick anything out this time, leaving him to wonder, “What did she say?”
Argyle shrugs, “Just something about making good impressions.”
That’s confusing. Billy’s actually a little worried he’d imagined last year's picnic while in a hospital fever dream or something. He doesn’t sound very confident as he says, “I’ve met your family though.”
Argyle tells the whole truth now, probably sensing Billy is getting stressed, “Right. She meant me though. That whole tray of hashies fucked me up pretty bad. Mama doesn't want me ruining the party in front of you.”
Billy is understanding, but also, he’s kind of surprised. He didn’t expect her to think Argyle was the problem.
After all, he’s not the one in a wheelchair, who can’t even hold a plate of food for himself, or sit through the whole family party without falling asleep. Maybe it’s leftover fear from being shoved around the house in an uncomfortable hospital lent wheelchair and never let out of the house by his biological family, but Billy is sort of used to being the one people don’t like.
For some reason, maybe because he hasn’t felt this way in a long time, Billy doesn’t hold back in expressing that.
“She’s scared about you ruining it. I’m scared about myself ruining it.”
Argyle shifts the dynamic from standing next to Billy, to crouching in front of him, a gesture that Billy only feels comfortable with when it’s someone he’s really close to. It brings them to an intimate space to talk about this problem neither of them really realized was a thing until now,
“Wait, what? You don’t got nothing to worry about, babes.”
Invited to talk about it, Billy spirals, “What if I get sick or somethin in the middle of everything and we have to go home, and everyone’s upset at me, and-“
“Baby. Mi angel. That’s not gonna happen.” Argyle declares passionately and confidently, holding the hand Billy has feeling in, “They love you. They’ll understand.”
Billy wants so badly to believe it, in spite of whatever irrational part of his brain flared up today, “Promise?”
“From the bottom of my heart, dude.” Argyle promises, impossibly romantic and heartfelt.
Feeling better, and ready to socialize in the way Argyle's family does best- food -Billy smiles, “Could you wheel me to the food table?”
“‘Atta boy!” Argyle kisses his hand, and stands back up to push Billy over. On his way, he calls, “Mami! Pass me a plate?”
“¿Qué dices, mijo?” His mother playfully purses her lips and waits for his answer to her demands about his manners.
“Por favor?” Argyle corrects himself.
The smile she wears is unmistakably full of love and joy for her boy, getting him a paper plate and waving him over, “Of course. Come, come.”
By the end of the day, Billy doesn’t even remember why he was worried. He leaves the beach full of love and good food, and with an invitation to the next one. The little cousins all loved him, one even crawling into his lap to play shark watcher with him.
They accepted him. All of him, abled or not. And one day, when he and Argyle decide they’re ready to take things to the next stage, these folks will be his family too, as William Reuben Ocean Byers-Gaspar.
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Thanks for reading! It’s time for todays charity highlight!
This time I’ve chosen The Arc.
The Arc is a US based organization specifically designed to advocate for individuals with intellectual disabilities. Their board protects the civil rights of those with IDD and is working to break down the societal barriers that intellectually and developmentally disabled individuals face.
These include areas like criminal justice, healthcare, employment and education, and travel. The Arc works to provide resources directly to disabled folks so they may advocate for themselves, self-identify issues with language easy for them, access care, and feel safe and protected.
Most importantly, they work directly with disabled individuals to set their standards and align their goals with what disabled people actually want and need. This allows disabled members of their board and staff to be heard, not talked over or told what to do or say.
Fighting against inaccessibility and advocating for the legal and social rights of disabled people is something I’m really passionate about. The Arc is one of my favorite organizations and I’d appreciate if anyone would like to check them out.
So, if you’re interested in supporting The Arc, there are several ways. You can donate money, sign up for their news updates, share your story about programs in your life as a person with IDD, or access and utilize the resources on their site!
For more information or a place to donate (not required of course, I just want to give the option), click here for a link to the site.
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Tratando con el Miedo...
El Señor es mi luz y mi salvación; ¿a quién temeré? El Señor es el baluarte de mi vida; ¿quién podrá amedrentarme? Salmos 27:1
Es imposible alcanzar tu destino dado por Dios si permites que tus pensamientos sean superados por el miedo. El miedo es un pariente cercano del temor, y permitir que permanezca en tu mente te dispone para la infelicidad y te roba de alegría.
Experimenté un sentimiento de miedo cuando estábamos planeando nuestro viaje para una conferencia en la India. Estaba emocionada por la maravillosa oportunidad allí, pero en lo único que podía enfocarme era en el largo vuelo y las malas condiciones que existen en ese país. Pero el Señor habló a mi corazón y me mostró que necesitaba vencer el miedo centrándome y viviendo Su Palabra. Si me hubiese permitido pensar en los aspectos negativos del viaje, le habría quitado la alegría y emoción que Dios quería que experimentara.
El miedo es una trampa, y debes estar decidido a no caer en ella. Cuando surjan cosas que intentan infundir miedo o temor en tu corazón, como la incertidumbre sobre el futuro o enfrentar nuevas situaciones o desafíos, mira el Salmo 27: 1, orando y confesándolo en voz alta, » El Señor es mi luz y mi salvación; ¿a quién temeré? El Señor es el baluarte de mi vida; ¿quién podrá amedrentarme? »
Oración Final:
Señor, declaro hoy que Tú eres mi Luz y mi Salvación. Gracias a Ti, yo no Necesito temer a cualquier cosa en mi vida. Tengo la victoria en Ti.
(Joyce Meyer).
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a continuously updating list of books I would like to read, the crossed out titles are those I’ve finished;
Crime and punishment, fyodor dostoyeysky
Where they burn books they also burn people, marcos antonio hernandez
The mind of god, dr. jay lombard
The evolution or mortality, richard joyce
The fear of the feminine, erich neumann
The yiddish policemen's union, michael chabon
Memoirs of lady trent, marie brennan
All's well, mona awad
If we were villains, M.L. Rio
The outsider, albert camus
The metamorphosis, Kafka
Sleepless nights, elizabeth hardwick
Heaven, Mieko Kawakami
The Kites, Romain Gary
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
How to Justify Torture, Alex Adams
Paradise Rot, Jenny Hval
The Man Who Watched The Trains Go By, Georges Simenon
The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Fear and Trembling, Soren Kierkegaard
Lust For Life, Irving Stone
Existentialism From Dostoevsky to Sartre, Walter Kaufmann
A Certain Hunger, Chelsea G. Summers
The Collector, John Fowles
Frankenstein, Mary Shelly
The Resurrectionist, E.B. Hadspeth
Play It As It Lays, Joan Didion
The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think, Brianna Wiest
Newsflash, Mira Grant
Seven Against Thebes, Aeschylus
Lysistrata, Aristophanes
The Wasps, Aristophranes
Smoke, Dan Vyleta
The Count of Monte-Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
Froth On The Daydream, Boris Vian
Bel-Ami, Guy de Maupassant
Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones
Native Tongue, Suzette Haden Elgin
The Judas Rose, Suzette Haden Elgin
Earthsong, Suzette Haden Elgin
The Deeper The Water The Uglier The Fish, Katya Apekina
If The Body Allows It, Megan Cummings
Am I Disturbing You?, Anne Hebert
Things We Lost In The Fire, Mariana Enriquez
Nightbitch, Rachel Yoder
Parasite Eve, Hideaki Sena
The Red Market, Scott Carney
Women In The Picture, Catherine McCormack
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Joyce mantuvo otra relación con el psicoanálisis, o mejor dicho con un psicoanalista, y en esa relación personal, en una anécdota, se sintetiza un elemento clave de esta tensión entre psicoanálisis y literatura. Joyce estaba muy atento a la voz de las mujeres. Él escuchaba a las mujeres que tenía cerca: escuchaba a Nora, que era su mujer, una mujer extraordinaria; escuchándola, escribió muchas de las mejores páginas del Ulises, y los monólogos de Molly Bloom tienen mucho que ver con las cartas que le había escrito Nora en distintos momentos de su vida. Digamos que Joyce estaba muy atento a la voz femenina, a la voz secreta de las mujeres a las que amaba. Sabía oír. Él, que escribió Ulises, no temía oír ahí,junto a él, el canto siniestro y seductor de las sirenas.
Mientras estaba escribiendo el Finnegans Wake era su hija, Lucia Joyce, a quien él escuchaba con mucho interés. Lucia terminó psicótica, murió internada en una clínica suiza en 1962. Joyce nunca quiso admitir que su hija estaba enferma y trataba de impulsarla a salir, a buscar en el arte un punto de fuga. Una de las cosas que hacía Lucia era escribir. Joyce la impuslaba a escribir, leía sus textos, y Lucia escribía, pero a la vez se colocaba cada vez en situaciones difíciles, hasta que por fin le recomendaron a Joyce que fuera a consultar a Jung.
Estaban viviendo en Suiza y Jung, que había escrito un texto sobre el Ulises y que por lo tanto sabía muy bien quién era Joyce, tenia ahí su clínica. Joyce fue entonces a verlo para plantearle el dilema de su hija, y le dijo a Jung: ‘Acá le traigo los textos que ella escribe, y lo que ella escribe es lo mismo que escribo yo’, porque él estaba escribiendo el Finnegans Wake, que es un texto totalmente psicótico, si uno lo mira desde esa perspectiva: es totalmente fragmentado, onírico, cruzado por la imposibilidad de construir con el lenguaje otra cosa que no sea la dispersión. Entonces Joyce le dijo a Jung que su hija escribía lo mismo que él, y Jung le contestó: ‘Pero allí donde usted nada, ella se ahoga’. Es la mejor definición que conozco de la distinción entre un artista y… otra cosa, que no voy a llamar de otro modo que así.
—Los sujetos trágicos (literatura y psicoanálisis), Ricardo Piglia.
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Hi I kind of have a very unconventional question here but I don't know who to ask. I have in my story some characters with backgrounds in sociolinguistics and forensic linguistics. There is a novel in my story written under a pseudonym and due to their backgrounds, these characters realise who the actual author is since they've read other novels published under their own name. Is that something possible or is it ridiculous? Do authors have writting tells or the like?
It depends!
Is the author character writing in the same style, but using a pen name? It is plausible for someone to read it and go 'wow that sure does seem extremely similar to Author Name's work!'
Is the author character deliberately writing in a style different to their usual one? Then plausibly they could be completely unrecognisable.
Sometimes there are certain phrases or stylistic quirks that 'stand out' as being very particular to a certain author's voice.
Stephen King's pseudonym Richard Bachman was discovered by someone who read the Bachman books, thought 'oh that seems a lot like Stephen King' and then "located publisher's records at the Library of Congress which included a document naming King as the author of one of Bachman's novels".
It's a good idea, also, to figure out why the fictional author is using multiple pen names. Some authors have a different pen name for each different genre they write in, so that they have clearly defined marketing guides for each type of story they want to sell. Some people have pseudonyms to separate their 'main' work from stuff that is perhaps more challenging.
Stephen King said that he wanted a pseudonym to test whether he was really 'good' or if he'd just gotten lucky. But he also used Bachman to write stories that are darker and less hopeful than his usual books.
It might be a good exercise to check out a few books by authors with multiple pen names, and compare, and see what you think. Off the top of my head:
Stephen King/ Richard Bachman
Seanan McGuire/ Mira Grant
Joyce Carol Oates/ Rosamond Smith/ Lauren Kelly
Agatha Christie/ Mary Westmacott
Anne Rice/ A. N. Roquelaure/ Anne Rampling
and probably plenty more!
I hope this helps!
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chris for the playlist ask game!!
ok I actually love all these so u got good songs :)
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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 8
Hello! This story is just cruising on through. I'm about four chapters ahead now and I know it's weird to say with that much story left, I do feel like it's coming to a close.
Today we have Robin taking a bit of initiative regarding Steve's date to the Gala, Steve getting some fun jobs and Chrissy being cute.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
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Robin arrived bright and early the next morning to find two very hungover omegas passed out Steve’s sofa, a bucket of mostly eaten glob of goo that was once ice cream, two wine glasses and three empty bottles of wine.
She looked down at the two of them and wondered if this was a pity party or a celebration, it really could have gone either way. She tidied everything away and got water and painkillers for Steve and Chrissy when they woke up.
She settled in a nearby armchair and went through Steve’s requests for his services. She quickly dismissed those on his black list. There were always those that thought the rules didn’t apply to them. She noted the new addition that Troy made and went through his notes on the matter. They were thorough and raised both eyebrows.
Robin knew that the omega escorts that were the cream of the Starcourt crop didn’t like Troy because he came off as a creep, but other handlers loved him. Because Troy was meticulous in his notes. Every person that spared more than a passing glance to Steve got a note. Because that was another thing that set Troy apart from other handlers.
He didn’t believe social events were hands off. Even Robin tended to spend it in the car with Xander unless it was a new client. But not Troy. He got dressed up and stayed on hand in case his omega needed to get out.
But that intensity was why he was only a substitute handler. Starcourt had yet to find an omega that could stand it for long periods of time.
Troy had catalogued every little god damned thing. From the mirco-aggressions from the guests toward the band, the meet-cute of the century, the posturing and bullying from the senator afterwards. He noted that he almost interfered twice.
Once when the alpha bullied his way to Steve’s side when he was talking to the drummer. An alpha who had on his arm a pretty male omega who was obviously his date.
The other was when Lombard had pulled Steve away from talking to Joyce Hopper, another congressman’s bondmate.
But each time, Steve was able to calm the raging alpha, so Troy stayed his hand. But Robin could tell from his notes it was a near thing both times.
Robin licked her lips slowly. She almost wanted to put Troy on Steve for his next event.
She didn’t like how everyone looked down on both Steve and the band. Both were gross separately, but together it raised some serious red flags.
She made a note to talk to Steve about it. His instincts were really good.
She then pulled up Steve’s job requests and wasn’t surprised to see that Senator Lombard was on it. She quickly declined it and sent of the usual black orchids and cutting note.
Usually Steve dictated the note, but Robin didn’t want him pulled back into black hole that was this asshole senator. Plus there was the fact that Steve had put him on the pre-check list and Robin had overridden that.
Succinctly put she sent:
I’m no one’s property.
S. Harrington
She went through the list looking for other black listed members to fob off their requests back to management where they would find someone else or black list them from the company all together.
She went back to her list and gasped and giggled when she saw not one, not two, but three requests that would make Steve giddy as fuck.
She did frown a little at the final request. She would have call him and work out all the specifics because it could cause a lot of problems if mishandled.
Steve would want to do it regardless, if Troy’s notes were anything to go by, but it was Robin’s job to make sure everything was fun for all those involved.
She called the number.
��Hello?” the sleep rough voice answered.
“Hello,” Robin said brightly. “I’m sorry if I woke you, but I’m Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington’s handler.”
She suppressed a grin as she heard him scramble to get up. He cleared his throat.
“Um, yeah,” he mumbled. “How can I help you?”
“Yes,” Robin said. “I saw you had some particular requests for your rut servicing and I wanted to ask some questions about that.”
“Oh!” he said with a grin. “I would be happy to answer any questions you have.”
They spoke for almost twenty minutes but at the end of it, Robin signed off on all three requests.
She was adding them to Steve’s schedule when the man of the hour raised his head from the sofa and blinked at her, sleep rumpled and cute.
Steve mumbled his good morning before padding over to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Once he was sufficiently caffeinated he sat back down on the sofa, careful not jostle the still sleeping Chrissy.
“You two look like you had lots of fun,” Robin said with a big grin.
Steve flipped her off.
Chrissy raised her head and blinked bleary eyed at Robin. When her vision cleared, she squeaked and ran for the bathroom.
Robin raised an eyebrow, but Steve just shrugged. He wasn’t going to tell her shit about the omega’s crush on her.
“Troy left some pretty hair-raising notes about last night,” Robin said wagging her eyebrows, “by the way.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah? What about?”
“A hot rockstar alpha got the ultra professional Steve Harrington to scent in a room full of the elite on heavy scent blockers no less.”
Steve blushed. “The only thing I can think of is that I must have sweated straight through it.”
Robin cocked her head. “Or he was just that hot.”
He took a deep sip of his coffee and looked away.
“Which is why,” she said with a feral grin, “you’ll be happy to note that Eddie Munson has requested you three times for three separate events and three separate jobs.”
Steve straightened up. “There is no way.”
Robin wagged her eyebrows again.
“What did he want?” Steve asked, aiming for nonchalant and missing it by a mile.
Robin pulled out her tablet. “The first one is for next Friday. He wants to do a roleplay. One of your favorites, in fact.”
Steve was suddenly on the other side of the sofa, leaning into her space.
She laughed out loud. “Not the BDSM one, you animal.”
“As if!” Steve huffed swatting at her playfully.
“The meet-cute in crowded hotel bar that leads to sex,” Robin clarified.
Steve gasped, clasping his hands to his chest dramatically. “I haven’t done one of those in so long!”
“And he wants you to wear the dress from last night,” she said with a sly grin. She read the note directly from her tablet. “‘I want to see if the dress drops to floor the way you said it does.’ You want to explain that one to me?”
He blushed to the tips of his ears. “He was asking if it was hard to get in and out of.”
Robin cackled. “You sly dog. No wonder you burst through your scent blockers with a line like that one.”
Steve coughed and looked away. “What’s next?”
“The Grammy’s,” she said, looking back at her tablet. “He wants you to wear something black and slinky. Your choice on suit or dress.”
He raised his eyebrows at that one. Most of the time alphas wanted their dates to be wearing dresses to an event like the Grammy’s.
Instantly he had two outfits enter his head. The first was a short sheath dress with strappy heels and minimal jewelry. The second was tight leather pants, a black suit coat with a mess top underneath and ‘fuck me’ killer heels.
He licked his lips thoughtfully. He would send both to Eddie to see which one he’d prefer.
“Sounds like fun,” Steve said honestly with a small smile.
Robin smiled back. “The last one is a rut servicing with a couple of strange stipulations.”
Steve cocked his head to the side. “Like what?”
“He wants you to go on birth control, for starters,” she said.
Steve frowned. It wasn’t that unusual of a request. There had been more than a few clients who didn’t believe that all the omegas were infertile and wanted extra protections.
“And no barebacking,” she added with a wince.
“Now that’s just insulting,” Steve huffed. “I can’t pup. It’s an actual thing.”
Robin chewed on her bottom lip. “Look, I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I thought he was being an ass about it. You know I wouldn’t.”
He let out a long shuddering breath. “Did he say why?”
She nodded. “I even looked it up and there was this whole thing. But the TL;dr is that he shared a rut with a non-escort omega who said they were infertile and they weren’t. The female omega tried to get him on the hook for child support, but when they did a paternity test, it wasn’t his. So the court ruled in favor of Eddie, but it was a near thing.”
It was Steve’s turn to wince. Yeah, all right. He had to admit that if he had had that happen to him, he’d be triply sure too.
“Fine.”
“There are a couple other things I just need to go over with you,” she said, “and then you’re all good to go.”
Steve nodded.
“He wants to pay for you to play at being his boyfriend until after the rut servicing,” Robin said.
Steve’s eyebrows went up. “And management is okay with that?”
He had done the boyfriend thing a few times but never with someone as high profile as Eddie Munson.
“According to the notes on the request his new management and Starcourt went over all the details and it’s going to be great publicity for both the band and us.”
Steve frowned, rearing back his head in confusion. “New management? What happened to his old management?”
“Do you remember the creepy gang bang?” Robins asked with a blush.
Steve’s frown deepened. “Yeah, of course. The band was pissed and fired their management...” he said trailing off. “Holy shit!”
She grimaced. “Yeah. Their new manager is Benny Hammond. I can’t imagine what dealing with the other guy would have been like.”
They went over the rest of the stipulations and by the time they were done, Chrissy poked her head out of the bathroom. “Hey, Steve can I borrow some clothes? I got ice cream all down the one side. Somehow.”
Steve laughed. “Sure thing. You know the drawer to pick from. You take from anywhere else and I will hunt you down.”
Chrissy rolled her eyes. “I know, I know. The rest is for clients only. I’ve got the same set up in my place, you know.”
He just grinned at her.
She huffed and dashed to Steve’s bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her slender form.
He looked over at Robin, who was looking dis-repectively. He threw a pillow at her head and she squawked.
“May I remind you,” he said with a glare, “that you have a girlfriend now?”
Robin sighed. “I know, I know. But you know how I am around hot women, I can’t help but look.”
“I do,” Steve said, “but does Vickie?”
Robin looked down, visibly chastised.
Five minutes later, Chrissy came back out wearing shorts that would have barely covered Steve’s ass, but went down to a respectable length on her and a crop top that hung off one shoulder and again went to her waist.
“It’s really not fair,” Robin said throwing her arms in the air, “how you escorts can look hot in the most basic of clothes. Clothes that would look sloppy on anyone else.”
Steve and Chrissy shared a glance with a grin.
“It’s an art, darling,” Chrissy drawled, tossing her hair back seductively.
Steve giggled.
Chrissy kissed his cheek and waved goodbye to Robin and soon they were alone at last.
“All right,” Robin said, “tell me everything.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Let me get another cup of coffee, and then I’ll spill the tea.”
“Deal.”
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Oops! This is the chapter I realized I had Hopper as both a Congressman and management at Starcourt! Sorry about that. Hopper has been changed in the earlier chapter (not on here) to being Powell so that when I post it to AO3, it won't have the continuity error.
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Romance Storici con protagonisti maschili con difetti fisici/menomazioni
Il velo della notte, di Lydia Joyce
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Trama: il protagonista ha una malattia per cui deve evitare il sole, o si ricopre di cicatrici, e questo lo ha reso un recluso un tantino misogino che purtroppo arriva a ricattare una donna che vuole salvare il fratello dai debiti pur di avere un poco di compagnia femminile nella sua vita. L'incontro li cambierà e salverà entrambi dalla solitudine.
La figlia del matematico, di Laura Kinsale
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Trama: il protagonista brillante matematico nobile bello e pure ricco cade vittima di un ictus, e non riesce più a comunicare cadendo nella disperazione e nella rabbia. Rabbia che lo fa prendere per pazzo da alcuni, ma per fortuna una donna, figlia di un matematico, lo sposerà e lo salverà dal manicomio e lo aiuterà a riprendersi almeno in parte.
Desiderio selvaggio, di Jennifer Ashley
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Trama: il protagonista crede di essere pazzo come sua madre e non vuole sposarsi per non trasmettere questa tara ai figli. Ma è nobile e se non ha eredi la famiglia perde i terreni perciò i suoi famigliari gli trovano moglie, una donna emancipata con l'hobby della medicina che capisce quasi subito che lui non è pazzo ma probabilmente solo malato e cerca una cura per migliorargli la vita almeno un po'.
Come d'incanto, di Elizabeth Hoyt
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Trama: Sir Alistair Monroe ha perso un occhio e due dita e ha bisogno di una governante. Helen Fitzwilliam ha disperatamente bisogno di un tetto per sé e per i suoi due bambini. Così, che lo voglia o no, il tenebroso e solitario Alistair alla fine si piega e la assume. Helen lavora con grande dedizione e l’antico castello in rovina si trasforma giorno dopo giorno in una vera casa: le sue amorevoli cure riescono anche a mitigare i danni che la guerra ha inflitto all’animo e al corpo di Alistair. È un desiderio che pensava sopito per sempre, quello che lui sente risvegliarsi. Ma un segreto nel passato di Helen minaccia di distruggere anche le vite di chi le sta più a cuore.
Mia adorabile canaglia, di Elizabeth Hoyt
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Trama: Lady Phoebe Batten è una ragazza sveglia, vivace, desiderosa di quella vita sociale che si addice alla sorella di un duca. Ma Phoebe è quasi completamente cieca e il suo iperprotettivo fratello insiste perché abbia sempre con sé una guardia del corpo, l'insopportabile capitano James Trevillion. Fiero e minaccioso, nonostante la ferita riportata a una gamba prestando servizio nel quarto reggimento dei Dragoni, James ha una mira infallibile e cavalca come un diavolo: proteggere una lady non sarà un problema per lui… Riuscirà invece a fronteggiare la passione figlia del pericolo? Saprà destreggiarsi e non cadere vittima della sempre più dolce e amabile Phoebe?
Un amore al Cairo, di Connie Brockway
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Trama: qui l'eroe non ha difetti fisici esattamente ma è affetto da dislessia ed è analfabeta. Caduta nelle mani di una banda di beduini del deserto, Desdemona Carlisle è tratta in salvo da un cavaliere. Senza macchia e senza paura, il cavaliere in questione? Tutto il contrario: avventuriero al limite del libertinaggio, Harry Braxton viaggia per l’Egitto in cerca di emozioni forti. Ma quando Desdemona comincerà a essere attratta da un altro uomo, Harry dovrà fare i conti con il proprio cuore.
Il destino tra noi, di Anne Gracie
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Trama: Kate Farleigh, in apparenza vulnerabile, nasconde in realtà una volontà di ferro. Sopravvissuta alla dura vita dei campi di battaglia, alla perdita dei suoi cari e a uno scandalo che le ha rovinato la reputazione, cerca solitudine e tranquillità. Solo quando incontra un uomo segnato quanto lei dagli orrori della guerra, sfregiato e con una gamba ma del tutto guarita, si abbandona alla speranza di poter amare ancora. Ma il destino la metterà nuovamente alla prova.
INNAMORARSI DI UN DUCA, di Tessa Dare
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Trama: Figlia di un famoso autore di favole, Isolde Ophelia Goodnight era cresciuta ascoltando storie di cavalieri coraggiosi e belle fanciulle. E non aveva mai dubitato che anche nel suo futuro ci sarebbe stata una grande storia d'amore. I libri di fiabe dopotutto offrivano infinite possibilità. Ma crescendo si è resa conto che nessuna per lei si era avverata. Il brutto anatroccolo è diventato cigno? No, era ancora il brutto anatroccolo. Rapita da un bel bandito? No. Salvata dal principe azzurro? No, mai successo. E così Izzy aveva rinunciato a tutti i suoi sogni romantici. Quello che sognava al momento era un tetto sopra la testa poichè stava per perderlo. Ma ecco che a 26 anni avviene il miracolo e erredita un castello. Un vero catello, proprio come quello delle principesse. Solo in rovina, e occupato da un duca burbero, sfigurato e quasi cieco…. che si rifiuta di cederle quello che lui considera il suo castello.
La sposa di Lord Carew, di Mary Balogh
Link: https://amzn.to/3TBraOp
Trama: Durante una passeggiata solitaria in campagna, Samantha Newman si ritrova nella proprietà del marchese di Carew. Qui incontra Hartley Wade, un uomo gentile, all’apparenza un giardiniere. Non è bello, zoppica vistosamente e ha una mano rovinata, eppure tra loro si instaura subito un profondo legame. Tornata a Londra, Samantha viene avvicinata da lord Kersey, il crudele libertino che sei anni prima le ha spezzato il cuore e nei cui confronti si sente ancora vulnerabile. Ma per fortuna Hartley l’ha seguita, e quando le propone di sposarlo Samantha accetta, ignorando che in realtà si tratta di lord Carew e che la ama profondamente. Ma è ancor più inconsapevole delle maldicenze che la affliggeranno e del malanimo di lord Kersey…
Semplicemente amore, di Mary Balogh
Link: https://amzn.to/3PDK0mU
Trama: Anne Jewel, madre nubile e insegnante, viene invitata con il figlio nella residenza gallese dei Bewcastle per l'estate. Il giorno del suo arrivo Anne si ritrova a osservare, non vista, un uomo che la colpisce per avvenenza e virilità: quando però si volta, le rivela un volto deturpato dalle cicatrici. Rimpatriato dalla guerra orribilmente menomato, Sydham Butler ha vissuto da recluso, e in quella donna deliziosa, altrettanto ferita nell'anima, riconosce uno spirito affine. Succede così che, un pomeriggio, amicizia e desiderio esplodano in incontenibile passione. E Sydham dovrà poi convincere Anne che l'amore non è semplice né complicato, ma è proprio quello che entrambi meritano.
La grande occasione, di Gayle Wilson
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Trama: Il protagonista ha una scheggia ancora in petto e diverse cicatrici e problemi fisici. L'affascinante Ian Sinclair apprende costernato di essere diventato tutore della figlia di George Darlington, l'uomo per colpa del quale in guerra anni prima ha riportato ferite gravissime che gli condizionano la vita. Credendola una povera, piccola orfanella, decide di accoglierla in casa propria, ma scopre che in realtà Anne è un'incantevole ventenne, tutt'altro che indifesa. Pur innamorandosi all'istante della fanciulla, Ian si sforza di nascondere i propri sentimenti per via di un terribile segreto che si rifiuta di rivelare a chicchessia. Riuscirà la bella Anne a fargli capire che non è affatto detto che le sue paure si concretizzino?
La mia opinione: questo è un romanzo che va preso un attimo con le pinze e voglio avvertirvi. Per tre quarti viaggia normale come molti altri romance con trame simili e protagonisti tutore e pupilla, ma verso la fine c'è una scena di violenza sessuale che riguarda la protagonista femminile che viene rapita. Il colpevole non è il protagonista maschile, ma ciò non toglie che questo rompe del tutto il mood fino ad allora creato, invece l'autrice riporta quasi subito la trama su binari classici e scontati come se il trauma non esistesse e questo destabilizza assai il lettore.
Fantasma d'amore, di Christina Dodd
Link: https://www.comprovendolibri.it/libro/96792477/Fantasma%20d%E2%80%99amore.htm
Trama: Lord Rand Malkin è paralizzato per colpa di un trauma subito, durante la guerra, un trauma più psicologico che fisico. Assumono una ragzza di buoni natali ma dalla reputazione rovinata che quindi deve trovare il modo di mantenersi per fargli da infermiera e lei soprendentemente ci sa fare e lo tira fuori dalla depressione senza cedere nè alla sua rabbia nè alla pietà.
La mia opinione: la trama sembra bella e classica lo so, ma attenzione in realtà è un romanzo piuttosto confuso ed altalenante, soprattutto dalla metà in poi l'autrice aggiunge una morte tragica, un mistero con degli attentanti da risolvere...insomma aggiunge talmente tanta carne al fuoco che il rapporto tra i due non viene molto sviluppato e molte cose vengono dette sbrigativamente. Non è un gran bela libro ma l'ho voluto in lista perchè era interessante che l'eroe fosse paralizzato a causa di un blocco psicologico e non fisico.
Texas Destiny di Lorraine Heath (inedito in italiano)
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Trama: Arrivando sul treno per Fort Worth, Miss Amelia Carson, sposa per corrispondenza, non aveva mai incontrato Dallas Leigh, il texano che aveva promesso di sposare. Il cowboy alto alla stazione non era Dallas. Era Houston, il fratello di Dallas, inviato per scortarla durante il duro viaggio di tre settimane fino al ranch dove Dallas aspettava. Cresciuta nella Georgia devastata dalla guerra, Amelia pensava che le lettere di Dallas facessero sembrare il Texas un paradiso, un posto dove far crescere i suoi sogni con l'uomo giusto accanto a lei. E il suo unico amore... A quanto pare, Houston Leigh difficilmente sarebbe considerato "l'uomo giusto". La guerra a cui era sopravvissuto lo aveva segnato dentro e fuori, e lui non poteva competere con il suo bel fratello. Ma dal momento in cui Houston incontrò Amelia, capì che possedeva il coraggio di cui questa terra selvaggia aveva bisogno. Aveva occhi che potevano vedere oltre il suo volto ferito fino alla sua anima. E avrebbe combattuto qualsiasi uomo, tranne suo fratello, per il suo cuore. Ora lui e Amelia stavano percorrendo sentieri pericolosi, dormendo sotto le stelle, e Dio li aiutasse, si stavano innamorando.
Reforming Lord Ragsdale, di Carla Kelly (inedito in italiano)
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Trama: Emma Costello ha un debito d'onore con uno dei lord più disonorevoli del regno. Il famigerato Lord Ragsdale, ricco come il peccato, peccatore quanto ricco e spietato quanto bello (nonostante gli manchi un occhio). Lui ha salvato Emma da un destino peggiore della morte quando ha impedito a un bruto lascivo di comprarla come serva a contratto. E ora è il turno di Emma di salvare Lord Ragsdale dalla sua vita corrotta. Deve trovare un modo per fargli smettere di bere, di scommettere... E deve anche costringerlo a rompere con la sua amante, la superbamente sensuale Fae Moulle, perchè vuole che si accasi con una donna perbene e a modo come Lady Clarissa Partridge.
Marian's Christmas Wish di Carla Kelly (inedito in italiano)
Link: https://amzn.to/43ClxEd
Trama: il protagonista maschile è stato sfigurato in guerra e ora non vuole passare il Natale con la sua famiglia perchè non vuole lo vedano così, perciò ha deciso di passarlo con la famiglia di un amico ma ha sottovalutato il caratterino della sorella minore di lui che per le feste vuole rendere tutti felici.
Forse potrebbero interessarvi anche queste altre mie liste di libri:
Libri ispirati alla bella e alla Bestia: https://weirdesplinder.tumblr.com/post/13727436624/libri-ispirati-alla-bella-e-alla-bestia
Lista di romance a tema Mail order brides: https://youtu.be/D6obShlato0
I miei romanzi preferiti di Carla Kelly: https://youtu.be/_jH3sU22V3g
Romance contemporanei con protagonisti maschili con difetti fisici: https://youtu.be/c5MclFUolXA
Addicted - lista di titoli romance con protagonisti affetti da dipendenze: https://youtu.be/9f7zBHIV5qE
Romancing the duke è stato pubblicato in italiano finalmente: https://youtu.be/_pRulnF17FA
VideoLista di Romance con eroine con difetti fisici: https://youtu.be/rYKYDuTZ-nE
Romance con eroine con difetti fisici: https://weirdesplinder.tumblr.com/post/645634440924692480/romance-con-eroine-con-difetti-fisici
Romanzi rosa contemporanei con eroine imperfette: https://weirdesplinder.tumblr.com/post/626086793988702208/romanzi-rosa-contemporanei-con-eroine-imperfette
Romanzi rosa contemporanei in inglese con eroine imperfette: https://weirdesplinder.tumblr.com/post/626087334935412737/romanzi-rosa-contemporanei-in-inglese-con-eroine
Link al video dei miei dieci romance preferiti: https://youtu.be/Lq3Wn4mEB9U
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