#world pride roma

[azspicegirlstimeline]

7/10/00 - geri performs at world pride roma, a gay pride event in rome, italy that was protested by the vatican. in her performance, halliwell dances with a preist as a middle finger to the catholic church.

#geri #geri halliwell #2000 #july 2000 #july 10 2000 #july #july 10 #catholic #catholic guilt #preist #world pride #pride #world pride roma #gay pride

[blue-dabadee-dabadi]

a non binary pride sign i saw yesterday in rome

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #pride #roma #nonbinary #nonbinary world domination

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Ghosts

Summary: A phone call from a stranger with news about a man from a life you had left behind a long time ago, brings back many memories, making you travel from France to New York City for one last time. Only for a promise made twenty years ago to wait for you once you are back home.

Pairing: John Wick x fem. reader

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: !! spoilers for John Wick Chapter 4 !! do not read this if you don't want to be spoiled for the movie (this is an attempt on a fix it fic lmao), guns, death, angst, fluff

A/N: yeah I know it's been 84 years but here I am with my silly little John Wick fic, trying to make sense of the movie I watched two days ago. Summary is a lil vague cause spoilers

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You jumped awake, uncertain what it was that woke you up. 

Groaning your eyes found the time on the alarm clock on your bedside table, showing you that it was just after 3 am. Was it a nightmare? You had those, even though not as frequently as before. Out of instinct you reached under your bed, finding the familiar shape of your gun still in place. 

You hadn’t actually used a gun in almost twenty years, yet knowing it was there gave you a sense of safety, your mind wandering to the last time you had used it. 

The night you died. 

The night you left your old life. 

The night he killed you. 

Your life had been planned out for you before you even took your first breath. You were the future head of the Ruska Roma, your fathers pride and joy. 

You never had a choice in that matter. 

You learned hundreds of ways to kill a person, had material art lessons daily followed by lessons learning every single detail about the high table and your family's enemies, making you a killing machine before you even turned thirteen years old. 

It was on your thirteenth birthday that you met John Wick for the first time. 

He was older than you, at least ten years, but there was something in his eyes that seemed familiar to you. It was the same look you saw every day when you looked into the mirror. Sadness, Anger, Emptiness. 

He spent a year working exclusively for your father, doing his dirty work, before he disappeared like a ghost into the night. 

Almost twelve years would pass before you and John would meet again.

He became a friend, if you had friends in the world you had been born into. Maybe even your only friend. And so much more. He trained you, his reputation proceeding him, his name only whispered in the underground as if he would appear out of thin air if you dared to speak out his name. 

Spending time with John became an escape to the ever lingering pressure all around you, your personal challenge becoming to make him crack the facade he put on, for just a tiny glimpse at the man behind the myth.

It was when your father announced your engagement to another future member of the high table, catching you totally off guard, that gave you finally the strength to plan your way out. 

You knew survival was almost impossible. 

So you had to die. 

And who better to help you make your death believable than the boogeyman himself?

Shaking your head out of the memory of John, blinking away the many pictures of his soft smile as you woke up in his arms day after day before you disappeared you sighed. 

It had been almost twenty years since you last saw him, since he promised once he got out for good he would find you, but sometimes you still found yourself thinking about him. He had been your best friend and so much more. The first man you kissed, the first man you slept with. 

Your phone buzzed and you reached for it, your eyes frowning at the foreign number. 

“Hello?” you said. 

A sigh was heard on the other end of the line. 

“This is… My name is Winston and I am calling for Jonathan Wick….”

Getting to New York undetected must have been the single most anxious task of your life. You hadn’t been back here since you kissed your former life goodbye. 

But it was John. 

And Winston, who you learned was the Manager of the New York Continental Hotel, assured you that your safety would be assured if you chose to travel to John’s funeral. 

“John and I may have had our issues, but he made me promise to keep an eye on you if anything would ever happen to him,” he had told you. 

It was from him that you learned that even though you hadn’t talked or seen John since that night, John had very much kept up with you and your life. To make sure you were always safe. 

You learned that he got out too before because he fell in love, got married to the woman he loved before she died from a long illness, the aftermath of that sucking him back into the underworld where he fought for his freedom before he eventually found it and died on the steps of the Sacré-Cœur in Paris. 

Only two hours away from the small town you had called home for the last couple of years. 

You weren’t prepared how much the news of his death would hurt. 

While learning that he got out for another woman hurt when you first learned about it, in the end you were happy he got to experience love and life apart from the underworld.

Sure, he could have died without you knowing it since you lost contact. But knowing that he still cared about you even after all these years, made you so fucking sad and happy at the same time. 

Winston and someone who named himself the Bowery King (you did not ask any questions) had left you alone at the graveyard, a trusted security detail from Winston staying behind as you stood under the umbrella facing John Wick’s grave. 

Loving husband it read beneath his name.

It brought a small smile to your lips. 

When you were younger you always pictured him when you dreamed of getting married. But that was all it was. 

A dream. 

John Wick was the first man you loved, maybe the only man you really loved. 

“I hope you found your peace, Jonathan,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over his gravestone, before you set down a single rose on his stone and on Helen’s. His wife’s. 

You blinked away the tears.

“Thank you for keeping me safe,” you said with a sad smile on your lips before you slowly turned around and walked back to your car. 

It was early morning when the car drove through the tiny town of La Mare just on the coast of France. 

Was it totally insane taking a risky twenty four hour trip to New York City for a funeral of a man you hadn’t talked to in twenty years?

Yes. 

But you would do it again. 

You thanked the driver with a tired smile, watching him drive away as you searched for your keys in your purse. 

You had stayed to have a drink with Winston and meet with a lawyer from whom you learned that John had put you in his last will, making you the sole heir to everything he owned in case his wife died before him. 

After you had been driven back to the private airstrip where you took the private jet you had arrived with back to europe.

You just wanted to lay down and cry, the rollercoaster of feelings you had gone through since your phone call with Winston just two days ago still not really setting in. 

You unlocked the door, letting your bag fall down in the hallway as you shut the door behind you, leaning with your back against the door, taking a deep breath. 

This was so fucking silly. 

Why were you so heartbroken about a man you had said goodbye to before?

You got out of your shoes, walking down the long hallway towards the kitchen half asleep. You blamed it on that you did not hear the noise until you were walking through the door, stopping in your tracks at the man currently fighting with your coffee maker. 

Instinct set in and you silently walked to the table closest to you, intent on grabbing your gun when you found it gone. 

“If you’re looking for your gun, it’s right here,” your head turned towards the man who had now turned around, his head nodding towards your big kitchen Island where your gun was laying. 

Your eyes flew from him to the gun, before you looked at him again, your lips parting in a gasp. 

“John?” you whispered in disbelief. 

Slowly he walked towards you, limped really, before he came to a stop in front of you. 

He was older, his dark hair longer than the last time you had seen him. He was wearing sweatpants and a white shirt and you could see the bandages beneath it from where he must be hurt.

“I told you I would find you once I got out for good,” he said carefully, but you just kept looking at him like he was a ghost. A ghost from your past.

“Hope you don’t mind, I let myself in.”

“I... I was at your funeral,” you whispered. 

“I was at yours too,” he said. 

“You got married,” you said. He nodded. 

“But now you’re here.”

“But now I’m here.”

You took a step towards him, carefully reaching out, your hand coming to rest on his chest, just above his heart. 

“It’s been a long time,” you whispered. 

“Yeah.”

“A lot has happened since we last saw each other,” you said. He nodded.

“You wanna have breakfast and tell me all about it?” you asked. 

“Yeah. I’d love that.”

#my fic #John Wick #John Wick x fem. reader #Keanu Reeves #John Wick Chapter 4 spoilers #spoilers #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

[akudamalive]

AKUDAMA -- QUЭЭЯ ⛓ K1ИK 🦾 C¥BЗЯ 🔊 TЭСHИØ #60 -- PRIDE Last Saturday I had the pleasure of experiencing the Pride in Roma 🇮🇹 seeing the trucks, people and supporters passing the Colosseum was such a beautiful image 🌈 every time when joining a pride parade, I can see so much love and can’t help but imagine a world where love abounds in every corner and every moment 🫶 a world we aspire to create and a world we should never stop fighting for 🖤 ⁠ ⁠ QueeResistenza was / is this year’s slogan of pride in Rome / Italy - a word that means queer resistance and existence. A march for the rights of queer people and recognition against a government that wants to erase them. The pride showed beautiful diversity with 34 amazing floats, music and speeches - and a million people strong, according to the organizers. Also, the mayor of Rome joined and supported the families of same-sex couples. It was a beautiful day of love and solidarity and I’m even more excited to join this weekend’s pride parade in my current home base Torino 🏳️‍🌈⁠

In my previous post you saw the start of the pride parade at Piazza della Repubblica and this video is the last hour before the end of the parade at the Colosseum - hopefully the videos get at least a small percentage of the actual feelings across at this great festival ✨ The artwork on the images is my idea of a futuristic Techno afterparty after the Roman Pride, I hope you like it 💋

#queer #cyber #techno #퀴어 #cyberpunk art #queer rave #queer techno #futuristic #아쿠다마 #cyberpunk #queer couple #queer love #pride #roma #QueeResistenza #roma pride #pride rome #roma pride 2023 #pride rome 2023 #pridemonth #pride 2023 #queer resistance #pride roma #queer pride #pride roma 2023 #lgbt pride #pride italy #happy pride month #pride italia #pride parade

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

Book Review: Roma soy yo, by Santiago Posteguillo

In some ways this book is the opposite of Robert Harris' Cicero Trilogy. Harris' protagonist Cicero is morally gray, and Julius Caesar is a very evil (but fun) arch-villain. Posteguillo has made Caesar a squeaky-clean protagonist, and painted Sulla and the optimates (but not Cicero or Lucullus) as utterly repugnant villains.

That narrative choice will play a big part in whether you like this book. If you think Caesar's annoying, overrated, or simply detest him, this isn't the book for you. But if you feel neutral to positive about him, or can separate the fictional characters from the historical figures, the story itself is well-crafted and entertaining.

Characterization

I can't think of Posteguillo's Caesar as the Caesar. This is just my subjective take, but he's too normal. Too well-adjusted and earnest. It's hard to see this character as the same man who would expand the war in Gaul for his own glory, brag about killing over a million people, and choose to invade his own country instead of swallowing his pride.

Granted, Posteguillo's story takes place twenty years before all that, and I think Caesar's pre-Gaul career could be portrayed sympathetically. I don't think he was plotting to take over the world or break the republic from the start, as Harris portrays him. But nor could I find any foreshadowing for Caesar's arc taking a much darker turn later, so my best guess is that Posteguillo is going to try to keep him heroic in the sequels, too. If so, that's his right, but it's not the narrative choice I'd make. I like Posteguillo's protagonist, but in some ways, trying to call him "Caesar" weighs the character down with the audience's expectations, instead of letting the story be appreciated for what it is.

The villains were pretty flat, and eviller than their historical counterparts. I wasn't impressed by the rape scenes Posteguillo included, nor did they serve a purpose other than reminding us that the Bad Guys were, indeed, Bad Guys. And I think Posteguillo, like most novelists, overstates how important Caesar actually was pre-Gaul.

On the bright side, this book has my favorite portrayals so far of Labienus, and Cornelia Cinnae. Aurelia and Sertorius were also great. Cicero only appears a couple times, but I like what I saw, and I think he'll be a fun character in future books.

Posteguillo took on the very difficult task of making Caesar and Cornelia's relationship look heartwarming, despite the awkward facts that 1) it was an arranged marriage, 2) Caesar was 17 and Cornelia was 13, and 3) this was uncomfortably young even by Roman standards. (Caesar and Cornelia probably had little choice in the matter.) I think Posteguillo did as well as anybody could do without fudging the ages. Cornelia was adorable and I love her dearly.

And Lucullus! I am so happy to finally have a Lucullus I can recommend to people! He's pragmatic, calculating, and the one character in the book who can genuinely scare Caesar, which is a lot of fun to read. Best of the optimates, by far.

Historical Accuracy

Posteguillo did his research for this book, but he did get some things wrong. And I think he got enough wrong that this book can be misleading about how Roman politics really worked. It's a very well-written story, but it isn't a history.

The biggest issue is that Posteguillo divides politicians into optimates and populares, representing senatorial elites and liberal reformers, respectively. This is an oversimplification. Roman politics was usually divided along personal lines, not ideologies, and there would usually be many little political coalitions happening at any given time. A single politician, like Caesar or Pompey, could change their alliances and which laws they supported many times. Even Sulla, the archconservative par excellence, actually expanded Italian enrollment in the Senate and upheld the expansion of citizenship to all Italians.

Most errors in the book can be attributed to Posteguillo dramatizing events for the sake of a good story. E.g. Caesar's prosecution of Dolabella really wasn't that dangerous, and many other young lawyers were similarly attacking ex-Sullans for their ill-gotten gains. But it's more dramatic if we pretend the Sullan regime still has an iron grip on Rome.

And Caesar never actually opposed "the Senate" - his early career was marked by building alliances with senators and simultaneously supporting popular causes, and over half the Senate with sided with Caesar against Pompey or refused to take a side in the civil war. Nor was Caesar a populist radical; his legislation was mostly marked by compromises. It was his personal power that Cato et al considered a threat.

A few errors just seem to be mistakes. Lepidus (cos. 78) didn't rebel while Sulla was alive. Caesar couldn't legally receive payment from the Greeks he represented in court.

In his afterword, Posteguillo only mentions a few of the changes he made. Which bugs me a little, but I can't blame him for not saying "Here's all the things that would undermine the premise of this story!" And hey, it's just fiction. As long as you keep that in mind, instead of treating it like a history book, it's fine.

Language

Posteguillo is a great author for improving your Spanish. I'm around B2 level, and this book was just challenging enough without being too much. There isn't much subtext in his writing style (except for the scenes with Lucullus - part of what makes him so fun). Normally, I prefer subtext-heavy books. But it was actually easier to follow the prose and work out unfamiliar words because Posteguillo's writing is so straightforward. He uses few metaphors, and a moderate amount of description.

He also writes in Castilian Spanish, and my norteamericano ass was pretty stunned to read strangers calling Marius and Sulla tú and vosotros instead of usted and ustedes! That, and telling someone to coge las espadas would get you a whacking around here!

In short

Despite the issues mentioned above, I did enjoy this book, especially the flashbacks. Posteguillo is excellent at developing tension, suspense, and pacing. He's very good at switching between time periods without getting confusing, and at revealing information as appropriate instead of in infodumps. If you're looking for a fun, morally "simple" story, and aren't too fussed about accuracy, you may like the book, too. And again, I have to praise the characterizations of Aurelia, Cornelia, Labienus and Lucullus - the book is worth reading for them alone.

#jlrrt reads #roma soy yo #santiago posteguillo #book review #book rec #i also really like the cicero trilogy too btw #there can be two cakes!

[worldsfromhoney]

Ficlet Masterlist

Each ficlet has its respective warnings so pay heed to them!! I aint responsible if you don’t know how to spot the big red warnings 👁️👄👁️

Gen All The Way

Tar dan Elif

High fantasy. An assassin goes about an assignment. It’s their favourite one yet

tints, tones, tests

Punk. The occupant of a room sees two worlds in one and makes a choice

pristine clean

Magic realism. The cleaner of souls heeds the call. The body’s in a forest

this winter we played

Medieval. A statue shows up in town. It’s not as cold or unmovable as they think

Ornaments Along the Parapet

Modern. She decides to go to the old railroad bridge

counting on

Historical. This child gets candy. The price? Freedom

…and so on!

Queer platonic

The Crowning Jewel

Cyberpunk. The rebels go and rob critical information. They get more than they expected

Lines of Power

High Fantasy. An undead necromancer goes for a sleepover at a witch’s house. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Throw Thy Pride

Modern. After being imprisoned, a government agent comes back home. It doesn’t mean he comes back whole

Not Like This

Urban Fantasy. A chicken humanoid gets a scare and the farmhand is there for comfort. It’s not as easy as it sounds

S.A.D.

Modern. One day, the tattoo shop remains closed and its florist neighbour needs answers. It’s somehow what they expected and not at all

Tears For You

Medieval. The knight sees the servant when they start crying. It is on their honour that they help stem the tears

Let Me

Xianxia. A master healer’s junior comes back to the sect. It doesn’t mean they came back whole

A Home With You

Modern Dæmon AU. Local tour guide approaches seemingly lost tourist. They get more than they expect

When in Rome

Steampunk. You come upon a stranger being dismantled and torn apart. You stay and witness.

…and so on!

Gay Gay Gay

what use are labels (with you)?

Modern. A chase between a hero and a villain. To what end will they reach?

With My Heart and Soul

Historical. The best bachelor in Roma’s looking for something. He finds it in a house he’s too familiar with

He Who Tends, He Who Mends

Medieval. A knight comes home from war. He finally gets taken care of

This Godly Taste

Historical Fantasy. Playing a game with a god never ends up well. Not even if you’re the pharaoh

Jewels of Mine

Historical. In the eyes of God, love is not a sin. In this case, it is and he cannot stop wavering

My Dear Thief

High Fantasy. A thief just wants to start a new life, free from the past. But everyone dreams and so does he

Vivre Notre Amour

Historical. A revolutionary sneaks into the bedroom of one of the most protected nobles in France. They talk as they always do

…and so on!

Series Ish

Welcome to My Channel

Urban Fantasy. You go through your coming of age ceremony. You wonder how anyone gets through adulthood like this

PART ONE

FINALE

To Fall and Fall to Rise

Urban Fantasy. After years of freedom, Val’s mother calls for him. What else is he to do but come?

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

FINALE

Imposter Syndrome

Urban Sci-Fantasy. Del’s mother is dying and it’s time he claims the thing he wants most—or the person

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

FINALE

…and so on!

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[aromantic-enjolras]

Demon Amis, Part II

The Bible states that the first rebellion occurred because some angels didn't want to bow to humanity. But as Enjolras (also called the Lightbearer, Lucifer Morningstar, Prince of Darkness, Father of Lies and more simply "The Enemy") will tell you if you ask, history is written by  the winners...

Although the Amis didn’t have specific areas of influence when they started, they have gravitated towards different ways to relate to the world and to approach the people in it since then. Also, they have fashioned Hell over the years to reflect them, with each Ami having a different circle (yes, Dante was right about the circles.. although that was pretty much all he was right about).

Enjolras is the original Rebel. The church teaching he tackles primarily is the idea that you should put yourself in God’s hands and hope he solves the issue. He pushes people to question authority, find a community and fight for their own beliefs. If you want something done, you should do it yourself. His circle is mostly made of empty rooms, places where people can meet up and make things together. People who sell their souls to him in particular tend to end up brainstorming ways to win over people to their cause.

Combeferre is the Demon of Curiosity. His war is principally with blind faith. He encourages his targets to ask questions, never take an answer at face value, try their damn best to understand the world around them. He’s the Serpent of Eden, and Hypatia of Alexandria was one of his favourite wards. His circle consists of sprawling libraries and laboratories with every condition and technology you could possibly need.

Courfeyrac is the Demon of Lust. His target is the idea that your body is just a carnal prison you should try to avoid as much as possible. Although he will freely admit that he likes sex a lot, his domain isn’t just that: it’s everything that has to do with celebrating your own body and the pleasure you can get from it. His circle has week-long orgies and every sex toy in existence, but also sleep piles and cuddles and back rubs and kisses and hugs.

Bahorel is the Demon of Wrath. The teaching he goes against is that you should always put your other cheek because the meek will inherit the Earth. He’s the demon equivalent of the “don’t you ever just want to go apeshit” meme. He usually goes for women and children, which have been told all their lives that they should be submissive and accept their fates, and helps them find their inner rage at the injustice of their situations. His most proud moment, though, is the Roma uprising in Auschwitz. His circle has rooms full of things you can shatter, on any scale (ever wanted to be Gozilla and wreck Tokyo? Bahorel has you covered) and can reproduce any person you might want to yell at or hurt.

Feuilly is the Demon of Pride. His war is with the idea that everything you can achieve is God’s work. He pushes people to be proud of their own achievements, to know their worth and fight for it to be recognized. He works with Bahorel a lot, and a lot of worker’s riots and strikes are their joint work. His circle is a museum-like structure, where people in Hell can come and put the things they’re proud of up for show: physical objects (their first painting after deciding to take classes, a work of a lifetime), but also memories (making their little sister smile, winning the war). Feuilly has his own room in the middle of his realm, a small space with stuff his wards have given him over the centuries. In the center of it, though, there’s a small pedestal with the memory of the Amis, bloodied and hurting after their Fall, helping each other up.

Jehan is the Demon of Self-Expression and Unpious Art (he decided on the title himself). What’s that about art having to point to God? No, art is about making yourself heard and making beautiful (or not beautiful, beauty is relative) things. He goes for people sometimes, but he mostly occupies himself with movements and currents. You can bet the Bahaus are his people. He also works the most alongside other Amis: the country subgenre of angry women getting revenge on their abusive partners and fathers is his favourite joint work with Bahorel, and you can bet the entire LSD scene of the 60s is a collab with Grantaire. His circle in Hell is a mix of museum (”please do touch!”), concert hall and art studio. In it your paint never dries prematurely and you never run out of supplies.

Grantaire is the Demon of Gluttony (and Safe Drug Trips). As he will tell you if you ask, the whole “abstinence and self-restraint” thing is bullshit. Life is short, and it’s here to be appreciated in as big chunks as humanly possible. Why wait to indulge tomorrow when you can indulge today? His circle resembles quite closely one of those Roman banquets (Roman orgies are one of his favourite collabs with Courfeyrac), but with more drugs. You will never have a bad trip nor a hangover while you’re in Grantaire’s realm. Keith Richards is his favourite ward.

Bossuet is the Demon of Joy. But wait a second, you say, isn’t religion all about joy? No, he answers, this religion is all about suffering in silence, as much as possible. Honest happiness is always viewed with suspicion and guilt, and he’s having none of it. He will fight for the right to be unbridledly joyful of every human on Earth. His laugh is contagious, and his humour could make anyone happy. He works a lot alongside Grantaire. His circle is.... well, this one is escaping me, so if someone has ideas I’ll happily take them.

Lastly, Joly is the demon of Selfishness. His personal enemy is the idea that we should be self-sacrificing all the time, that putting ourselves first is a terrible, unforgivable thing. He helps people establish boundaries, say “this is enough”. He’s very good friends with Grantaire and Bossuet, but his circle is at the opposite end of Hell (as much as Hell has “ends”). It’s structured a little bit like a spa (Joly is very fond of those), with saunas and massages and soft clothes; but also there are chambers that are empty and silent in case someone feels overwhelmed, and beds with weighted blankets. Putting a foot in his realm already makes you feel better, to the point where “go to Joly’s” is a common phrase in Hell.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! Again, big shoutout to @shamedumpster​ for coming up with a good chunk of these!

#Les Misérables #text posts #my posts #headcanons #my headcanons #Enjolras #Combeferre #Courfeyrac #Bahorel #Feuilly #Jehan Prouvaire #Grantaire #Joly #Bossuet #religion #long posts #alternate universe #Demon AU

[mchiti]

I dream so much of Hakim at Roma (might be the fact this is my second latin exam in the span of two months I'm crying over seneca cicero ceaser virgil and all that carmina things rn literally crying) but like roma logo isn't it the coolest in the world. the colours like. the scenery like. the poetic justice of him going there and retrieving the north african pride from the roman empire colonisation and the later romanisation of the arabic language. But I'm also a Muslim with a fascination for classic pagan culture and mythology so he'd be like Aeneas, son of Aphrodite, founder of a new progeny at the shores of the Tiber. Follow your destiny khoya who cares abt paris.

#i'm not graduating in ancient languages you guys I'm not that crazy #but italian university system gotta throw a few latin exams here and there on your way #you want to study modern literature? linguistics? yeah not without latin they said #you gotta understand them it's their heritage they can't shut up about it but it's okay #we move #I hate the dismissal or arabic culture but i'm so used to it we move #the point still stands hakim my roman brother roman khoya #hakimus ziyechus

[cant-get-no-worse]

Hi Ciene!! I was looking thru your posts about barca and at one point you said "I was so numb by Bayern I barely noticed it, Anfield was way worse". But it seems to me 8-2 is from a score point of view way worse as an humiliation, no? Im genuinely curious! kiss kiss

Hi lovely!

I get from casuals or not Barça supporters that the logical option, upon getting asked to chose the "worst humiliation" in Barça's UCL's recent history, would be to go for the infamous 8-2 since, as you pointed out, it's a pretty catastrophic score that cannot be surpassed by a seemingly more dull 4-0. But from a Barça's hincha, you have to place Anfield, and Bayern, in the larger context.

Essentially, after 2015, it was a free fall, that started to take real shape and become noticeable in our game with Roma (4-1 ; 0-3 won by Roma due to the exterior goal rule that has since been erased) in 2018, then Anfield in 2019 (3-0 ; 0-4) and finally Bayern's 8-2 in 2020. Roma was the first severe hit, but Anfield was the uppercut. You gotta place it into our 2018-2019 season: Barcelona, after the 2017-2018 season, departures, knocking out of the UCL, wasn't expected to do very great, but they did. Because of a mix of things but most of all, essentially, at the core of it all, there was one guy that was at the form of his life, one guy that carried his club like Sisyphus and his boulder, one guy that aligned absolutely mental statistics while passing the eye test and being visibly better than essentially everyone on the pitch, whether his teammates or their opponents. Guess who. 😐 I'm not gonna go over his performance because truly, he outplayed and outshined every single player that season. FCB was on its way to win La Liga, the Supercopa and well on the UCL until Liverpool happened.

The first leg was good. That free kick? I jumped out of my skin alright. Me and the friends I was watching with did a Tom Cruise on my fucking couch, we were screaming, laughing, we couldn't believe it. You know those moments of euphoria in football, when it all happens at once, action after action, you can't fathom it, you're caught in your own pride, joy, relentless hope? Resumes LM10's UCL's run pretty well: stellar. Putting everyone on their feet. Making us hope to touch that trophy again. Making us so fucking proud of being a blaugrana and having him as ours. A promise of something great lying ahead, a treble, after Roma, after Neymar's departure and lack of proper replacement. I got no words for how bad second leg was. A crumble on the pitch, off of it, a mentality struggle that cripples this team to this day. Liverpool was so bad because the team just had to not take four goals. Guess they took lessons from PSG tho. :)

Can't really tell you how I and multiple felt about that; it was just a general, horrific crumble, and after the game, a kind of numbness that settled in. I remember one of my friend just shrugging at the end of Bayern; almost laughing. We were completely snapped out of it, no involvement whatsoever, and that's why, to me, Anfield was worse. Because at Anfield, we genuinely thought we could do it. It was a fairy tale. At Bayern, we didn't. 8-2 could have been 3-0 or 5-1 or 10-2, wouldn't have changed much. I'm not claiming it's all Barça's supporters feelings towards this, just explaining mine. I still can't watch Anfield's vids because it makes me genuinely mad, for everything it could have represented, for everything we could have won, because a team hadn't been able to back up one player when he had a faltering of form over one game. A bittersweet reminder that you could be the best player in the world and go through arguably the best season of your career, if you don't have anyone behind you, you won't get anywhere �� football is a team sport and nothing else. A team wins. A team loses. End of discussion. :)

#anon ask #making the knife twist i see

[djuvlipen]

those positivity posts that say "don't alter your face with make up and surgery and stop thinking you are ugly because your facial features are the legacy of your ancestors, your eyes are what is left of your grandmother, your hair was given to you by your forefathers, the way your entire face is shaped is the result of centuries of family history that no one ever recorded" changed my life as a mixed race (half romani) woman because when i was a child and a teenager i used to get bullied and teased for the way i looked, i was often called ugly and i had racist slurs and jokes thrown at me for "looking asian" and i was very insecure about my facial features and especially my eyes, as a result of it. but when i understood that these features were what tied me to the larger romani diaspora and told the story of how we originated from india and traveled through the middle east for centuries before settling in europe where we faced forced assimilation and prejudice but still managed to survive and to preserve our identity as a people it became such a powerful statement and source of pride. and as a woman, seeing old pictures of my great-(great-)grandmothers and recognizing my own face in theirs is so moving because despite having lived in a society that hates roma and in a community that hates women and in a world that routinely denies romani women their personhood, my female ancestors were unique individuals and a little bit of their uniqueness is preserved in the way i look and even if it's only a very small token of the people they were, i wish to honour it by any means possible. and i think that's beautiful

#sry i'm cheesy lol #but ALL the pictures i have of me in middle and high school have tons of filters on it #+ were all taken from a specific angle with a specific facial expression #bc i wanted to look as white as possible #and it's actually only very recently that i stopped doing all that (like. 3 or 4 years ago?) #and now i feel so much more comfortable w my face #radical feminism #radfems do interact #radfem safe #radblr #radfems please interact #radfems do touch #radfems please touch #anti make up #anti plastic surgery #roma

[lilitunoirrr]

Fictitious and chillingly real, the story of Gita from Byala Gora touches on a number of acute social themes: internalised Antigypsyism vs taking pride in your Romani roots; patriarchy vs matriarchy; tradition vs modern; true love vs arranged marriage; majority vs minority; justice for Roma vs justice for non-Roma...all is there and all is shown true the eyes of Gita, who is Romani but she only wants to be herself opposite to all the expectations from her own and from the others. Following her heart above all, Gita goes against all "norms" about what a Romani girl should be like. A very strong script, and very strong actors. I am really happy with the series. Many could easily say that "Infamia" reaffirms stereotypes and clichés. But let us ask ourselves first: Where's the invisible line between "good" and "bad" depiction? Of all Roma? Gita is a fiction. And it's not. Roma communities are not heterogeneous. Some Roma are more traditional, and some are more modernised. I fully saw and recognised the world of Gita as my own. Yes, arranged marriages, jobs we cannot take pride in and poverty are an everyday occurrence for many Roma today. There's no offense in showing that. Offense would be to reject it, to pretend that it is not there, to say that...

this is not Romani.

In one of the last scenes Gita visits her grandmother and the old woman through tears tells her: "Na san amari Gita!". ( You are not ours, Gita!)

And Gita, like many other young Roma, is ours: in between traditional and contemporary, between Roma and Gadzhe, between "Gypsy" and "Infamia".

I recommend you to watch the series: critically, with empathy and with a tought for all Gitas and Tareks that are out there and need the courage and support!

#polish tumblr #romany gypsy #roma people #romani culture #opre romani #roma #romany #gypsy woman #romani #gypsy #romani people #educate yourself #antigypsyism #romani rights #romani representation #netflix #netflix shows

[dudefrommywesterns]

so here goes:

S: my heart cries for you, rio bravo, tonda wanda hoy, sweetheart, innamorata, that’s amore, almost like being in love, honey, mambo italiano, king of the road, you look so familiar, wallpaper roses, all i do is dream of you, i don’t think you love me anymore, mean to me, siesta fiesta, (remember me) i’m the one who loves you, s’posin’, my woman, my woman, my wife; solitaire, my rifle, my pony, and me (with ricky nelson or bust!); party dolls and wine, hey brother, pour the wine; peddler man (ten i loved), volare, come back to sorrento, promise her anything, from lover to loser, the one i love (belongs to somebody else), ain’t that a kick in the head, good mornin’ life, the middle of the night is my cryin’ time, my first country song, everybody’s had the blues, sway, i’m so lonesome i could cry, here comes my baby, free to carry on, for the good times, send me the pillow you dream on, welcome to my world, little ole wine drinker, me; let it snow, i take a lot of pride in what i am, tik-a-tee, tik-a-tay; (ma come) bella bimba, red roses for a blue lady, born to lose, on an evening in roma, i will, all in a night’s work, old bones, she’s a little bit of country, every minute, every hour; april again, imagination, bumming around, the man who plays the mandolino, i’d cry like a baby, fools rush in, marry me, the right kind of woman, cha cha d’amour, nobody’s baby again, face in a crowd, when you pretend (movie version), gentle on my mind, raining in my heart, just the other side of nowhere, with the small exception of me, guess who, blue memories, things, one lonely boy, heaven can wait

A: sitting on top of the world, it’s a good day, ramblin’ rose, hey, good lookin’; in the misty moonlight, drinkin’ champagne, which way did my heart go, take these chains from my heart, i don’t know what i’m doing, i’ll buy that dream, my melancholy baby, it keeps right on a-hurting, by the time i get to phoenix, senza fine, non dimenticar, vieni su, when you’re smiling, the door is still open to my heart, make the world go away, just close your eyes, i’m confessin’ (that i love you), i’ve grown accustomed to her face, arrivederci roma, clinging vine, a place in the shade, i can’t help remembering you, i’m gonna steal you away, you’re breaking my heart

B: the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along; go go go, memories are made of this, my sugar’s gone, once in a while

C: standing on a corner (creepy. good song otherwise)

D:

E:

F:

#no i haven't heard the originals of the covers and you can't make me #(with a few exceptions) #typewriter dings

[5a-alf]

I know no one will probably read this post, I'm but I feel the need to put it out there and let the world know about what's going on in Italy right now.

As we all know, we are under a right wing government, and although they like to say they are not a fasc1sts...well.

Five days ago Regione Lazio took away the patrocinio for Roma pride. (I'm not sure how to explain in English, but basically they took away the region "official" support for Pride)

Yesterday (7 of June 23) the same happened for Milan. We are talking about two of the biggest Pride events in Italy (the other being Bologna, and Naples) at just a couple of weeks from when they were supposed to happen.

They claim they choose to do this because they can't support a parade in favour of surrogate pregnancy, but really, this is an attack to our community as a whole

La prima volta fu rivolta (ENG: the first time it was a riot)

I think it's gonna have to be again

#pride #queer italy #lgbtq rights #lgbt #this is what its coming to #we knew we werent liked but this is a direct hit #pro vita is having a blast #trans people are beaten in the streets #none of these people have the ability to do a meaningful political analysis on why surrogate pregnancy shouldn't be illegal #my region it's gonna express itself today so we'll see

[the-library-alcove]

What makes me? I was raised by two atheists (One Culturally Christian and another Culturally Muslim) as an atheist.

Just wondering what term would be used, not trying to defend anyone and sorry if I act that way.

Probably Culturally Christian if you're in the US, just due to sheer saturation, but with at least some secondary influence in there. But you'd be aware of the difference just by dint of your parentage--hell, given how you can note what roots your caregivers had, you can identify those roots in yourself so I don't think you need me to tell you.

For the Culturally Christian Atheists who take exception to the mere idea that there's more to Christianity than worshipping Jesus, sitting in abject fear of sin, and hating on minorities--all of which they (claim) to have given up--it's a problem, because culture is literally a framework for how you perceive and interact with the world, and they're still carrying that framework with them--and their home culture has people writing thinkpieces on how "empathy is a sin" and that other groups are a threat, and that their own group is the moral center of the world.

And you can see that mark on them with posts like these:

where you get these culturally christian atheists saying things like this:

Again why should I care about anyone that doesn’t care about me? Op would gladly watch me die. She already doesn’t care about atheists getting killed all over the world.

and

I’d feel more sympathetic towards your feelings of insecurity at pride if you weren’t constantly spreading hate towards atheists.

You want to bitch about how unsafe you feel but constantly contribute to the bigotry towards atheists. If you don’t give a fuck about my safety I don’t give a fuck about yours.

Literally targeted at someone who has never "spread hate towards atheists", but who just talks about how dominant Christianity is in our society.

It's literally just a secularized version of an Evangelical persecution complex, that "these other groups are threatening you for demanding consideration".

So there's miles between you, who is aware of their background, and bigoted clowns like these.

[dilebe06]

THE DRAMA I'VE SEEN UNTIL 2020

JAPAN

ROOKIES

Hana Yori Dango

Atashitachi No Danchi

Hanakimi

Asuka March!

Dragon Zakura

Gokusen

Ikimen Desu Ne

My Boss My hero

Mei Chan

Nobuta Wa Pruduce

Nodame Cantabile

Orange Days

Proposial Daiasuke

Tokyo Dogs

Yamato Nadeshiko

Yukan Club

Yankee To Megane Chan

Yama Anna Kobe Anna

2020

Rich Man Poor Woman

Bloody Monday

High And Low: Story Of SWORD

High And Low 2

Road To High And Low [FILM]

High And Low the movie [FILM]

High And Low Red Rain [FILM]

Thermae Romae [FILM]

Samurai High School

High And Low: end of Sky [FILM]

High And Low: the final mission [FILM]

Sannin No Papa

Kiseki [FILM]

Saint Oniisan [FILM]

Gintama [FILM]

Gintama Mitsuba

Gintama Kimyona

Gintama 2 [FILM]

Karamazov No Kyodai

Wild Heroes

Takane And Hana

KOREA

Coffe prince

Full house

Goong

Great Inheritance

Hong Gil Dong

Hwang Jin Yi

My name Is Kim Sam Soon

Oh Dal Ja's Spring

Que Sera Sera

Queen in Hyun's Man

Soulmate

Still Marry Me

The legend

The Devil

The Greatest love

You Are Beautiful

Witch Amusement

2020

Secret Garden

Designated Survivor 60 days

Strong Woman

Vagabond

Argon

Flower Boy Ramen Shop

My Country: the New Age

City Hunter

One more Time

My Runway

Romance is a bonus book

What's wrong with secretary Kim

Descendants Of The Sun

Splah Splah Love

Live

Memories Of The Alhambra

Mr Sunshine

Abyss

Beethoven Virus

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Book Joo

Chief of Staff

Tell me what you Saw

Babi And I [FILM]

Sassy Go Go

Man to man

Hwarang

Circle

Hospital Playlist

Wedneysday 3:30 PM

Hot Stove League

Flower Crew: Joseon Marriage Agency

Afterschool Bokbulbock

I' m Not a Robot

Queen Of The Ring

Stranger

TAIWAN

Autumn's Concerto

Black and White

Devil Beside You

Hi My sweethers

Hot Shot

Love Contract

Smiling Pasta

Why Why Love

Triad Princess

2020

Emily's 5 Things

Lion Pride

Attention, Love!

Someday or one days

CHINA

The Untamed

Well Intended Love 2

meteor garden

Ever Night

Yanxi Palace

Dragon day's, you are dead

Crocodile and the plover bird

Double World [FILM]

The Lost Tomb

THAI

The Underclass

#the drama that i've seen until 2020 #cdrama #chinese drama #japan drama #kdrama #korean drama #twdrama #taiwan drama

[little-sebastophant]

(pictured: Publius Ovidius Naso reciting the Aeneid for Augustus Caesar and his wife Octavia)

It’s a strange thing, this.

It is not a disservice to my beloved Emperors to say that the times have not been kind to Them. For centuries Their cult in particular has been maligned. They and Their worship have been mocked by their satirist contemporaries, attacked relentlessly by Christian polemics and given pride of place in the hagiographies of countless martyrs, subjected to the slings and arrows of a thousand clever secularists and witty historians, before coming to rest at the current status-quo: at a time when the Senate and People of Rome have risen afresh — many times over — the mighty heroes which built and reigned over the Roman nation have been shafted once again.

The engine of the Roman pagan world is, and has always been, Nova Roma. The Societas Via Romana and the Roman Republic are memories by now, the latter having folded into NR, Roma Aeterna continues to only scrape by on Facebook, and the much-heralded debut of the Imperium Romanum went over like a lead balloon — barely garnering 30 citizens (as of this writing) after months of hype. This isn’t to say that things haven’t changed since I first entered Roman paganism around 2010-2011, then still in the halcyon age of the Republic: it is far less unusual now to find Roman pagans and/or cultores Deorum who aren’t even citizens of NR(!), or those outside a strict recon format; but even today the res publica of Nova Roma is the largest, oldest, and wealthiest community in the Roman world.

And that’s fine! I don’t mean to bash NR, because they have done and still do wonderful things for the Gods; but when the central engine of Roman revivalism is aggressively dedicated to the Republican era it naturally sets the tone for the wider community as well. Having strenuously avoided connection with the Imperial era Nova Roma has no sacerdotes of the Divine Emperors and never has, nor will you find any shortage of citizens who will contend that the Imperial Cult was just politics — religious showboating divorced from the ‘real’ Cultus Deorum and unworthy of reconstruction or revival. This latter attitude is in fact the typical one. Occasionally one will find a devotee of some specific Emperor such as Julian, Marcus Aurelius, or Augustus Caesar, but even this is relatively infrequent. Altogether, where the Imperial Cult is concerned, the preference seems to be derision and/or ignominy.

And so, for over a decade, it’s pretty much been just me and Them. I have been fortunate to find a space accepting and encouraging of the Imperial Cult: the Empire of Byzantium Novum and the Classical Church thereof. For almost the entire run of my relationship with Them I have served Them in the context of priesthood for the Empire and her welfare, and I am proud to claim the title of Byzantine Pagan — and to note that last year I was finally joined by another sacerdos of the Imperial Cult. The nature of my relationship with the Emperors, exactly, is something to be examined in later posts; hopefully to some interest. In a nutshell, however, I hope this suffices as a brief appetiser to what I’m about.

#hellenic worship #hellenism #hellenic pagan #hellenic devotion #religio romana #cultus deorum #paganism #roman paganism #polytheism #greek polytheism #godslave #deity work #deity devotion #paganblr #devotional polytheism #kemetic polytheism #kemetic paganism