#Europa Quill

[jupitersmoon167]

Genuinely considering making a nsfw account. Or at least one centered around my OC’s (platonic). Cause I feel like the people who follow me for my platonic content aren’t interested in my romantic/nsfw content. And the fact that I post about both might be a turn off for others (not to mention the conflict of those under 18 wanting to follow me for my platonic content only they can’t cause I’m an 18+ blog). I need opinions from you guys.

#this mainly concerns my teen! and daughter! OC’s like Europa Quill and Elina Spector #plus countless others that will remain unnamed due to them not being public just yet

[book-nonsie-not-anon]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!

i'm the book anon that's been going around on the planet blogs, talking about some books! you guys can call me quill :) i am also a self-proclaimed mars fan

my tags are: #book nonsie not anon, #celestial same picverse, #quill speaks, #quill answers, #anons that made blogs club (probably more to be added)

i'd also appreciate if people either shipped me platonically or not at all as i am aroace :)

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my ask box is open if anyone wants to chat!

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ooc: hey! the person running this is @labaguetteisdabest; figured i should mention that after i reblogged my oneshot :) also– the icon is how i imagine quill :)

#book nonsie not anon #celestial same picverse #quill speaks #anons that made blogs club

[seventhseraphftw]

There's a soft flash of light in a Cargohold of a ship floating in an orbit around Europa, as a Ghost in a shell resembling a Quilled Servitor resurrects an Exo Guardian, Garbed in similar clothing.

He remains motionless on the floor of the ship for a minute before speaking.

"Spark. We agreed that I didn't want to be Awakened unless something happened to the ship, the Traveler Left, or the Darkness showed up."

"I know! So, do you want the good news or the bad news!"

"Good first. Need to remember how my body works again."

"The Good news is, the ship is mostly fine, and still functional!"

"Mostly?"

"The heat shields are intact, and the fuel is still able to be used, once it thaws!

"I'm assuming we're in a vacuum?"

"Currently, yes. I removed the air after the first month, just to make sure we wouldn't have a massive explosion if we got hit."

"Were we hit?"

"Not by anything major! Just minor things, some micro-meteors, a severed Vex Head, a stray round from a boarding crew!"

"Boarding Crew!?"

"Not boarding us, don't worry! There was a brief bout of Guadians being Pirates to help Osiris get better from his possession Coma!"

There's the Groan of metal as the Guardian pulls himself up over the edge of a crate, steadying himself.

"Alright. What's the bad news then?"

There's a flash of light as the lights of the ship power on, and there's a hum from the engines.

"The Traveler left earth, and the darkness and its pyramid ships have captured it. It is currently being held by a being known as the Witness.

Also, Calus is alive, and capturing people, and he works for the darkness!"

The Guardian shields his eyes as he crawls into the cockpit of the ship, the blue body of Europa meeting his eyes with an almost taunting glare.

"Anyone we know be captured?"

"Amanda, the shipwright!"

"Ah, very bad then. What's the state of our equipment?"

The Ghost flits around, casting a gaze along the walls, projecting a small assortment of guns and armor.

"Weak. They lost a lot of the light in them after not being used."

"Shame. Shall we get moving Spark?

"Of Course! Any Destination in mind?"

The Guardian cracked their knuckles, pulling themselves into the seat of the ship, crackling with his weight being set upon it again.

"Wherever we're wanted next, I suppose!"

"Wonderful! Echo and Spark, Heros once again!"

"I guess we are Spark. Guess we are."

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny #Am I live? #WHOSE TO SAY! #Also this is written after i beat the campaign. #so fyi #incase of spoilers and suxh #lightfall

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Eldrid Lokidottir

face claim · freya allan

fic · sins of the father

movies · thor. thor dark world. thor ragnarok. infinity war. endgame. far from home. no way home.

love interest · peter parker (?)

Asdis Torgnydottir

face claim · merve boluğur

fic · cross my heart

movies · thor. avengers. thor dark world. thor ragnarok. infinity war. endgame.

love interest · loki laufeyson

Hilda Dagfinndottir

face claim · emilia clarke

fic · him & i

movies · thor. avengers. thor dark world. thor ragnarok.

love interest · loki laufeyson

Caeli Stark

face claim · katie douglas

fic · prodigal daughter

movies · iron man 1. iron man 2. avengers. iron man 3. civil war. homecoming. infinity war. endgame. far from home. no way home. multiverse of madness.

love interest · peter parker.

Estella Stark

face claim · jenna coleman

fic · familiar faces

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love interest · bucky barnes [+ sam wilson [?]

Rhea LaRuee

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Karina Thatcher

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Astra Quill

face claim · britt robertson

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Artemis Barton

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Kalypso Lease

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Bianca Wilson

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Adhara Maximoff

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Thebe

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Delphini Jallis

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Aurora Collins - Manoti

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Europa Kershaw

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Zinoviya Makarova [зиновия макарова]

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Alaska Dromstin

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Nadine Clarke

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Verona Tolhurst

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Eris

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Rosalind Thordottir

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Cressida Rogers

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Vesta Farson

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love interest · tbd

Adrastea Thordottir

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Elektra Heladottir

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love interest · tbd

Alora Thaller

face claim · emma dumont

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Gaia Halo

face claim · summer bishil

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Kassandra Mintzo

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Aila McCaffery

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love interest · bucky barnes

Aradhana Jain

face claim · tina desai

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[paragonrising]

(   ★ .˚      𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

★   .     muse  questionnaire.     intended  for  superpowered  muses  like  superheroes,     mutants,     metahumans,     etc.       repost,     do  not  reblog,     and  remember  to  tag  your  partners! 

“Why is it every time I return to Earth, I have to fill out paperwork?”

you’re given the chance to give up your abilities. do you?

No.

 you’re given the chance to change your power set, losing whatever you previously had. what or whose do you choose, if any?

 I wouldn’t trade. What sort of questions are these? If for whatever reason I had to change my powers, I’d pick Valkyrie’s as long as I get the portal-pony.

 are there any abilities you would like in addition to your own?

I don’t think there’s any weakness or flaw in my powers that would warrant me wanting additional abilities. Though, wielding Mjölnir would be amazing. 

how competent do you feel with your abilities?

Very.

do you, or have you ever, wish you had never gotten the abilities you have?

No, though I’ve wished I’d gotten them some other way. Mar-Vell dying, getting irradiated by Tesseract energy, and brainwashed for 6 years leaves a lot to be desired.

what is the best part of having the abilities that you do?

I can go anywhere; to the bottom of the ocean, or out into the void of space. Sometimes I just sit on Europa and admire Jupiter. 

what is the worst part of having the abilities that you do?

The pressure of expectation is a lot. Everyone’s counting on you, and you just can’t be everywhere at once. There’s too much ground to cover, and not enough time.

have there been any unexpected side effects of your abilities, good or bad? 

I tend to glow when I’m using my powers, which makes stealth missions interesting.

are there any mundane things your abilities have made easier (e.g. opening jars)?

A lot of things actually became easier, but the one that stands out in my mind is boiling water. It’s great not having to wait for the kettle.   

are there any mundane things your abilities have made more difficult?

I broke a lot of things on Hala when I was learning how to control my strength, but I don’t think there’s a specific task that they’ve made more difficult. You just adapt as you learn.

are there any aspects of your abilities that you would never use?

No, I’ll use every advantage and ability I have.

when you got your abilities, did you know how to use them immediately, or did it take practice?

I trained for six years with the Kree in regards to some of my abilities. When I freed myself from the Supreme Intelligence’s control, I learnt on the fly. I caught on pretty quick, but I still practised afterwards. Honestly, I’m lucky I didn’t just die by accident.  

have you had any accidents with your powers, minor or major?

Whenever I shot Yon-Rogg with a photon blast on Hala, those were accidents. Can’t say it was an accident when I shot him on Earth.

 is there anything you would change about your abilities?

Nope.

have you ever used your abilities to do something immoral or illegal?

No one needs to know what I did for the Kree.

Legality completely depends on what sector you’re in, the planet you’re on, or the station you’re visiting. For example, using my abilities to supercharge an M-920 Cain for Rocket to test fire at an asteroid – would be illegal in Earth’s system for a whole slew of reasons.

So we didn’t test it here.

“Yeah, that last answer makes me think I might be spending too much time with Rocket and Quill…” 

who must suffer with carol and do paperwork (tagging): @definitelynotaraccoon , @stxrlxrds , @benevolentgodloki , @labwebs (for peter 3), @lcvesdeath (for valkyrie) , @peggys-orders , @beycndredemption (for lady sif), @etherealstarr, @thunderbringer​ , and @particlexxdealer​

tagged by: i stole it >:D

#// all you fine folks get to suffer with the paperwork too

[meaarts]

Quilling é uma técnica de arte decorativa que envolve o uso de tiras de papel enroladas, dobradas e moldadas em formas e designs intricados. Também é conhecido como filigrana de papel.

A técnica de quilling teve origem na Europa durante o século XVI, quando era frequentemente usada para decorar objetos como caixas, molduras e painéis. A arte do quilling envolve enrolar e colar tiras de papel em espirais, círculos e outras formas, antes de moldar e colar as formas para criar desenhos e padrões complexos. As tiras de papel podem ser cortadas em vários tamanhos e cores, permitindo a criação de designs elaborados e detalhados.

Hoje em dia, o quilling é usado em uma variedade de projetos de arte e artesanato, incluindo cartões de felicitação, convites, joias, decorações de casa e muito mais. É uma técnica versátil que permite que os artistas criem designs únicos e personalizados usando apenas papel e algumas ferramentas simples.

#quilling #quillingart #paperquilling #quillingdesign #quillingartist #quillingideas #quillinglove #quillingcards #quillinginspiration #quillingflowers #quillingcrafts #quillingtutorial #quillingworld #quillingaddict #quillingcreations #quillingpattern #quillinggallery #quillingpaperart #quillingcommunity #quillingtechnique

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Hey, congrats on 4K! I was wondering if you could possibly do a moodboard (Option 2) of my OC Europa Quill (if there’s any open spots of course). Europa is 17 years old, has light brown hair, blue-green eyes, and a slim build (basically imagine Kristine Froseth). She's just like her father Peter Quill personality wise (though a bit more mature thanks to Gamora), and loves music. She's part of the MCU, but I'm planning on writing a crossover with the Mandalorian as Grogu's protector. (1/2)

(2/2) Here are some other details to add. Colors that I associate her with are purple and black. She's bisexual, and is half terran and half Xandarian. I'll add a link concerning her backstory (including music and some quotes) through messages. Hope this is enough

I hope I captured the right vibe. I wasn’t really sure what her personality was like so I made my best stab at it.

(17/20)

#marvel #mcu #marvel oc #mcu oc #4k followers #moodboards

[glacialispictorem]

“DJ Star-Lord in the house!”

Hope you’re ready to dance because here’s our first Guardian of the Galaxy to join the already growing madness in my Sims 4 save file...

Landing into San Myshuno and then stealing the spotlight of the Discotheque Pan Europa... here comes Star-Lord!... a.k.a Peter Quill!

#The Sims 4 #The Sims #Sims 4 #Videogames #Chaotic Updates #Star-Lord #Peter Quill #Guardians of the Galaxy

[stormcrawler75]

Perhaps “Hey, I, uh… I made you a quill. Out of one of my primaries. You mentioned it and I thought it’d be nice.” with analogical?

Logan looked up from his paperwork as Virgil knocked on his door. “Yes, my Angel?”

The Winged-man blushed and glared half-heartedly at Logan. “You know, when I first met you, I never would’ve pegged you a guy for sappy nicknames.”

Logan chuckled and leaned back in his desk chair. “And yet, I am,” the Wingless-man said. “Now, do you need something, Virgil? I’m a little busy grading my student’s tests.”

Virgil nodded nervously and sat down on Logan’s bed. His large purple wings were tense at his back, quivering in clear anxiety. “Yeah, speaking of that. How’s your pen doing?”

“My pen,” Logan repeated, a bit confused. “Fine, of course.”

Virgil reached into his hoodie and started to play with something into of it. Probably one of his fidget cubes. “You’re not going to need a new one anything soon?”

Logan cocked his head and leaned forward in interest. “Love, what are you getting at?”

“Well,” he took a deep breath and drew a very familiar feather from his hoodie’s pocket. “ I, uh… I made you a quill. Out of one of my primaries. You mentioned it and I thought it’d be nice.”

Logan took a deep breath and stood up. He slowly made his way over to Virgil and reached out, taking the well-made quill from Virgil’s hand. The quill was a deep violet colour that softened to a periwinkle near the quill. 

Virgil’s wings started to curl over him as his anxiety increased. “Look, if you don’t like it that much that’s fine. I’ll, buy you one. Or a new pen, if you’d like that better -”

He was cut off by a gasp as Logan pulled him into a kiss. His feathers ruffled in shock but they relaxed against his back as he himself relaxed into the kiss. Logan pulled back after a moment and chuckled at the slightly dazed look on the Winged-man’s face. 

Logan spun the quill smoothly in his fingers. “Thank you for the gift, my dear Angel. I adore it very much.” He reached forward and ran his fingers through Virgil’s wings. “Though, it pains me that you had to endure even one moment of pain. Plucking one of your feathers must’ve pained you greatly.”

“Just for a second,” Virgil breathed. “It was worth it if you like it.”

“I love you,” Logan said, pressing his forehead against Virgil’s. “I will buy the best ink I can get and write you a poem to write of your beauty, both inner and outer.” He brushed his knuckles against Virgil’s blushing cheek. “Thank you, my dear Angel.”

Virgil swallowed. He ducked his head and muttered, “Sap.” before standing up abruptly and rushing out of the room to go and calm down, leaving an amused Logan behind him.

Weeks later, when Logan presented him with a poem written in dark blue ink by his new quill, Virgil was filled with so much love that he found himself hovering off the ground. 

Logan thought that he had never looked more beautiful.

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[astillasdetinta]

«Nuestra barca, alzada en las brumas inmóviles, se orienta hacia el puerto de la miseria, la enorme ciudad del cielo manchado por fuego y lodo. ¡Ah, los andrajos podridos, el pan mojado en lluvia, la ebriedad, los mil amores que me crucificaron!…» AR

«El barco ebrio»

Yo sentí al descender los impasibles Ríos que ya no me sirgaban mis conductores rudos; de blanco a pieles-rojas chillones y bravíos sirvieron en los postes, clavados y desnudos.

Por las tripulaciones nunca tuve interés y cuando terminó la cruel algarabía, a mí, barco de trigo y de algodón inglés, me dejaron los Ríos ir adonde quería.

Bogué en un cabrilleante furor de marejadas más sordo e insensible que meollo de infantes y las viejas Penínsulas por el mar desgajadas no han sufrido vaivenes más recios y triunfantes.

La tempestad bendijo mi despertar marino. Diez noches he bailado más leve que un tapón sobre olas que a las víctimas abrían el camino, sin lamentar la necia mirada de un farón.

Cual para el niño poma modorra, regodeo fue para el agua verde este casco de pino; dispersando el timón y perdiendo el arpeo me lavó de inmundicias y de manchas de vino.

Desde entonces me baña el poema del mar lactascente, infundido de astros; muchas veces, devorando lo azul, en él se va pasar un pensativo ahogado de turbias palideces.

Algo tiñe la azul inmensidad y delira en ritmos lentos, bajo el diurno resplandor. Más fuerte que el alcohol, más vasta que una lira fermenta la amargura de las pecas de amor.

He visto las resacas, la tormenta sonora, las corrientes, las mangas -y de todo sé el nombre-; cual vuelo de palomas a la exaltada aurora, y alguna vez he visto lo que cree ver el hombre.

Yo he visto al sol manchado de místicos horrores, alumbrando cuajados violáceos sedimentos. Cual en dramas remotos los reflujos actores lanzaban en un vuelo sus estremecimientos.

Soñé en la noche verde de espuma y nieve ahita -en los ojos del mar, lentos besos de amor- y en la circulación de la savia inaudita que arrastra áureo y azul, al fósforo cantor.

Asaltando arrecifes, un mes tras otro mes, seguí a la marejada histérica y vesánica, sin creer que las Marías con sus fúlgidos pies cortaran el resuello a la jeta oceánica.

¡No sabéis… ! Dí con muchas increíbles Floridas, con ojos de panteras y con pieles humanas mezclábanse arcos-iris, tendidos como bridas, al rebaño marino de las verdosas lanas.

He visto fermentar las enormes lagunas en cuyas espadañas se pudre un Leviathán y he visto, con bonanza, desplomándose algunas cataratas remotas que a los abismos van…

Vi el sol de plata, el nácar del mar, el cielo ardiente, horrores encallados en las pardas bahías y mucha retorcida y gigante serpiente cayendo de los árboles, con fragancias sombrías.

Quisiera yo enseñar a un niño esas doradas de la onda azul. pescados cantores, rutilantes… Me bandijo la espuma al salir de las radas y el inefable viento me elevó por instantes…

Fui mártir de los polos y las zonas hastiado, el sollozo del mar dulcificó mi arfada; con flores amarillas ventosas fui obsequiado, y me quedé como una mujer arrodillada.

Igual que una península llevaba las disputas y el fimo de chillonas aves de ojos melados, y mientras yo bogaba, de entre jarcias enjutas bajaban a dormir, de espaldas, los ahogados.

Y yo, barco perdido entre la cabellera de ensenadas, al éter echado por la racha, no merecí el remolque de anseáticas veleras ni de los monitores, nave de agua borracha.

Humeante, libre, ornado de neblinas violetas segué el cielo rojizo con brío de segur llevando -almíbar grato a los buenos poetas- mis líquenes de sol y mis mocos de azur.

Las lúnulas eléctricas me fueron recubriendo, almadía, escoltada por negros hipocampos. Las ardientes canículas golpearon abatiendo en trombas, a los cielos de ultramarinos lampos.

Yo que temblé al oír a través latitudes el rugir de los Behemots y los Maelstroms en celo, eterno navegante de azuladas quietudes, por los muelles de Europa ahora estoy sin consuelo.

Yo vi los archipiélagos siderales que el hondo y delirante cielo abren al bogador. ¿Te recoges tú y duermes en las noches sin fondo, millón de aves de oro, venidero Vigor?

El acre amor me ha henchido de embriagador letargo. Lloré mucho. Las albas son siempre lacerantes. Toda luna es atroz y todo sol amargo. ¡Que se rompa mi quilla y vaya al mar cuanto antes!

Si yo ansío algún agua de Europa es la del charco negro y frío en el cual, al caer la tarde rosa, en cuclillas y triste, un niño suelta un barco endeble y delicado como una mariposa.

Ya nunca más podré, olas acariciantes, aventajar a otros transportes de algodón, ni cruzando el orgullo de banderas flameantes nadar junto a los ojos horribles de un pontón.

Arthur Rimbaud

Poema original en francés:

«Le bateau ivre»

Comme je descendais des Fleuves impassibles, Je ne me sentis plus guidé par les haleurs : Des Peaux-Rouges criards les avaient pris pour cibles, Les ayant cloués nus aux poteaux de couleurs.

J’étais insoucieux de tous les équipages, Porteur de blés flamands ou de cotons anglais. Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages, Les Fleuves m’ont laissé descendre où je voulais.

Dans les clapotements furieux des marées, Moi, l’autre hiver, plus sourd que les cerveaux d’enfants, Je courus ! Et les Péninsules démarrées N’ont pas subi tohu-bohus plus triomphants.

La tempête a béni mes éveils maritimes. Plus léger qu’un bouchon j’ai dansé sur les flots Qu’on appelle rouleurs éternels de victimes, Dix nuits, sans regretter l’oeil niais des falots !

Plus douce qu’aux enfants la chair des pommes sûres, L’eau verte pénétra ma coque de sapin Et des taches de vins bleus et des vomissures Me lava, dispersant gouvernail et grappin.

Et dès lors, je me suis baigné dans le Poème De la Mer, infusé d’astres, et lactescent, Dévorant les azurs verts ; où, flottaison blême Et ravie, un noyé pensif parfois descend ;

Où, teignant tout à coup les bleuités, délires Et rhythmes lents sous les rutilements du jour, Plus fortes que l’alcool, plus vastes que nos lyres, Fermentent les rousseurs amères de l’amour !

Je sais les cieux crevant en éclairs, et les trombes Et les ressacs et les courants : je sais le soir, L’Aube exaltée ainsi qu’un peuple de colombes, Et j’ai vu quelquefois ce que l’homme a cru voir !

J’ai vu le soleil bas, taché d’horreurs mystiques, Illuminant de longs figements violets, Pareils à des acteurs de drames très antiques Les flots roulant au loin leurs frissons de volets !

J’ai rêvé la nuit verte aux neiges éblouies, Baiser montant aux yeux des mers avec lenteurs, La circulation des sèves inouïes, Et l’éveil jaune et bleu des phosphores chanteurs !

J’ai suivi, des mois pleins, pareille aux vacheries Hystériques, la houle à l’assaut des récifs, Sans songer que les pieds lumineux des Maries Pussent forcer le mufle aux Océans poussifs !

J’ai heurté, savez-vous, d’incroyables Florides Mêlant aux fleurs des yeux de panthères à peaux D’hommes ! Des arcs-en-ciel tendus comme des brides Sous l’horizon des mers, à de glauques troupeaux !

J’ai vu fermenter les marais énormes, nasses Où pourrit dans les joncs tout un Léviathan ! Des écroulements d’eaux au milieu des bonaces, Et les lointains vers les gouffres cataractant !

Glaciers, soleils d’argent, flots nacreux, cieux de braises ! Échouages hideux au fond des golfes bruns Où les serpents géants dévorés des punaises Choient, des arbres tordus, avec de noirs parfums !

J’aurais voulu montrer aux enfants ces dorades Du flot bleu, ces poissons d’or, ces poissons chantants. – Des écumes de fleurs ont bercé mes dérades Et d’ineffables vents m’ont ailé par instants.

Parfois, martyr lassé des pôles et des zones, La mer dont le sanglot faisait mon roulis doux Montait vers moi ses fleurs d’ombre aux ventouses jaunes Et je restais, ainsi qu’une femme à genoux…

Presque île, ballottant sur mes bords les querelles Et les fientes d’oiseaux clabaudeurs aux yeux blonds. Et je voguais, lorsqu’à travers mes liens frêles Des noyés descendaient dormir, à reculons !

Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses, Jeté par l’ouragan dans l’éther sans oiseau, Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses N’auraient pas repêché la carcasse ivre d’eau ;

Libre, fumant, monté de brumes violettes, Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poètes, Des lichens de soleil et des morves d’azur ;

Qui courais, taché de lunules électriques, Planche folle, escorté des hippocampes noirs, Quand les juillets faisaient crouler à coups de triques Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs ;

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre à cinquante lieues Le rut des Béhémots et les Maelstroms épais, Fileur éternel des immobilités bleues, Je regrette l’Europe aux anciens parapets !

J’ai vu des archipels sidéraux ! et des îles Dont les cieux délirants sont ouverts au vogueur : – Est-ce en ces nuits sans fonds que tu dors et t’exiles, Million d’oiseaux d’or, ô future Vigueur ?

Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer : L’âcre amour m’a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j’aille à la mer !

Si je désire une eau d’Europe, c’est la flache Noire et froide où vers le crépuscule embaumé Un enfant accroupi plein de tristesse, lâche Un bateau frêle comme un papillon de mai.

Je ne puis plus, baigné de vos langueurs, ô lames, Enlever leur sillage aux porteurs de cotons, Ni traverser l’orgueil des drapeaux et des flammes, Ni nager sous les yeux horribles des pontons.

Arthur Rimbaud

Poema traducido al inglés:

«The Drunken Boat»

As I was floating down unconcerned Rivers I no longer felt myself steered by the haulers: Gaudy Redskins had taken them for targets Nailing them naked to coloured stakes.

I cared nothing for all my crews, Carrying Flemish wheat or English cottons. When, along with my haulers those uproars were done with The Rivers let me sail downstream where I pleased.

Into the ferocious tide-rips Last winter, more absorbed than the minds of children, I ran! And the unmoored Peninsulas Never endured more triumphant clamourings

The storm made bliss of my sea-borne awakenings. Lighter than a cork, I danced on the waves Which men call eternal rollers of victims, For ten nights, without once missing the foolish eye of the harbor lights!

Sweeter than the flesh of sour apples to children, The green water penetrated my pinewood hull And washed me clean of the bluish wine-stains and the splashes of vomit, Carrying away both rudder and anchor.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down;

Where, suddenly dyeing the bluenesses, deliriums And slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight, Stronger than alcohol, vaster than music Ferment the bitter rednesses of love!

I have come to know the skies splitting with lightnings, and the waterspouts And the breakers and currents; I know the evening, And Dawn rising up like a flock of doves, And sometimes I have seen what men have imagined they saw!

I have seen the low-hanging sun speckled with mystic horrors. Lighting up long violet coagulations, Like the performers in very-antique dramas Waves rolling back into the distances their shiverings of venetian blinds!

I have dreamed of the green night of the dazzled snows The kiss rising slowly to the eyes of the seas, The circulation of undreamed-of saps, And the yellow-blue awakenings of singing phosphorus!

I have followed, for whole months on end, the swells Battering the reefs like hysterical herds of cows, Never dreaming that the luminous feet of the Marys Could force back the muzzles of snorting Oceans!

I have struck, do you realize, incredible Floridas Where mingle with flowers the eyes of panthers In human skins! Rainbows stretched like bridles Under the seas’ horizon, to glaucous herds!

I have seen the enormous swamps seething, traps Where a whole leviathan rots in the reeds! Downfalls of waters in the midst of the calm And distances cataracting down into abysses!

Glaciers, suns of silver, waves of pearl, skies of red-hot coals! Hideous wrecks at the bottom of brown gulfs Where the giant snakes devoured by vermin Fall from the twisted trees with black odours!

I should have liked to show to children those dolphins Of the blue wave, those golden, those singing fishes. – Foam of flowers rocked my driftings And at times ineffable winds would lend me wings.

Sometimes, a martyr weary of poles and zones, The sea whose sobs sweetened my rollings Lifted its shadow-flowers with their yellow sucking disks toward me And I hung there like a kneeling woman…

Almost an island, tossing on my beaches the brawls And droppings of pale-eyed, clamouring birds, And I was scudding along when across my frayed cordage Drowned men sank backwards into sleep!

But now I, a boat lost under the hair of coves, Hurled by the hurricane into the birdless ether, I, whose wreck, dead-drunk and sodden with water, neither Monitor nor Hanse ships would have fished up;

Free, smoking, risen from violet fogs, I who bored through the wall of the reddening sky Which bears a sweetmeat good poets find delicious, Lichens of sunlight with azure snot,

Who ran, speckled with lunula of electricity, A crazy plank, with black sea-horses for escort, When Julys were crushing with cudgel blows Skies of ultramarine into burning funnels;

I who trembled, to feel at fifty leagues’ distance The groans of Behemoth’s rutting, and of the dense Maelstroms Eternal spinner of blue immobilities I long for Europe with it’s aged old parapets!

I have seen archipelagos of stars! and islands Whose delirious skies are open to sailor: – Do you sleep, are you exiled in those bottomless nights, Million golden birds, O Life Force of the future? –

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter: Sharp love has swollen me up with heady langours. O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!

If there is one water in Europe I want, it is the Black cold pool where into the scented twilight A child squatting full of sadness, launches A boat as fragile as a butterfly in May.

I can no more, bathed in your langours, O waves, Sail in the wake of the carriers of cottons, Nor undergo the pride of the flags and pennants, Nor pull past the horrible eyes of the hulks.

Arthur Rimbaud

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OC Masterlist

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Europa Quill

Alex Magonia

Lara Vulcan

Elina Spector

Star Wars:

N/A

Other: 

Elizabeth Marano

Dani Hargreeves

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Guardians of the Galaxy 🇺🇲 Guardiões da Galáxia 🇧🇷🇵🇹 🏷️ Uma Edição Brasileira em Blu-ray do filme Guardiões da Galáxia de 2014. A edição conta com 1 disco em Blu-ray e áudios em ; 🗣️📀 Inglês: DTS-HD Master Audio 7.1 Português/🇧🇷: Dolby Digital 5.1 💬 Legendas em ; inglês, português/🇧🇷. ℹ️ Esta edição não contém legendas em português de Portugal 🇵🇹. 📀 Blu-ray Zone A ⬇️⬇️ Curiosidades ⬇️⬇️ 🎬 Chris Pratt passou por um rigoroso regime de treinamento e dieta muito por 6 meses, perdendo quase 30 quilos para suas cenas sem camisa - e para, eventualmente, levar às telas um Peter Quill com a famosa "barriga de tanquinho". E ele teve sucesso! Em entrevistas recentes, Pratt contou que o trabalho foi muito duro, quase torturante, mas que, ao assistir às suas primeiras imagens no monitor, durante as filmagens, sentiu que todo o esforço valeu a pena e ficou "imensamente feliz em se ver em sua melhor forma física possível". 🎬 De acordo com os realizadores do filme, Rocket Raccoon é um produto único de experimentação: "Ele é um pequeno animal no qual foram feitas experiências, depois separado, e então reintegrado, e recebeu implantes cibernéticos, então ele é meio máquina, meio guaxinim. Ele é uma criatura miserável, difícil, irritada porque não há nada parecido com ele. E não é fácil mesmo ser assim. " 🎬 Quando soube que conseguira o papel de Drax, o Destruidor, Dave Bautista se debulhou em lágrimas, tamanha a emoção em interpretar um personagem dos quadrinhos da Marvel. E o fisiculturista e lutador de MMA tratou de se inscrever imediatamente num curso extra de interpretação. 🎬 Para se preparar para interpretar Nebula, Karen Gillan raspou a cabeça! 🎬 Zoe Saldana quis interpretar Gamora através de maquiagem em vez de imagens geradas por computador ou pelo processo de captura de movimentos. A atriz fez a Neytiri de Avatar toda em motion capture. 🇬🇧🏆🎦🇪🇦🇺🇲🏷️🗣️💬🇧🇷🫰📽️🎬⬇️📀🇵🇹ℹ️🇪🇺 #guardiansofthegalaxy #guardioesdagalaxia #marvelstudios #marvel #disneybluray #bluray #midiafisica #sintra #portugal #disneyplus #europa #españa #sigam #ucm #usa #brasil #instabluray (em Sintra, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ2uQiPsuJP/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Exposição: Sonhos em Tiras

Quilling ou filigranas de papel é uma arte manual que produz espirais moldando fitas de papel em espirais para compor desenhos para decorações ou artesanatos. É um trabalho minucioso que exige tempo, paciência e criatividade.

A origem desse método é incerta, mas sabe-se que já era realizado na Europa (Itália, França e Inglaterra) na Idade Média e que, durante o Renascimento, as religiosas o usavam para decorar relicários e gravuras sagradas, acrescentando toques dourados e ornamentações.

Para apresentar essa técnica, o Senac São José dos Campos realiza a exposição Sonhos em Tiras.

Data: 04/10/2019 A 20/10/2019 Horário: 08:00 às 21:00 Participação gratuita. Sem necessidade de inscrição

Aos sábados a visitação será das 8 às 17 horas.

Mais informações: https://bit.ly/2Vr6dHu

#senacsaopaulo #networking #projetos #senacsp #senacsjc #sjc #saojosedoscampos #sjcampos #valedoparaiba #sãojosédoscampos #sanja #senacsjcampos #JeitoSenacDeEducar

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Elizabeth Kostova (26 Diciembre 1964; USA)

Elizabeth Kostova es de origen eslovaco. Su primer novela, La Historiadora, retoma varias de las leyendas y tradiciones de Europa del Este, así como su trama principal centrada en la leyenda de Vlad Tepes y en las historias de vampiros que su padre le contaba. Sin embargo, sus raíces eslovacas siempre están presentes en su obra literaria en la descripción de los paisajes.

Se instruyó en escritura creativa en la Universidad de Michigan.

En 2006 gana el premio Quill Award y el Book Sense por su novela La Historiadora

Sus otras novelas son El rapto del cisne y Tierra de sombras. Esta última se lleva a cabo en Bulgaria y le da visibilidad a los campos de trabajo en Europa del Este durante la época en el que el comunismo estaba más presente en el territorio.

#literatura #literature #autoras #Elizabeth Kostova #female writers #books #libros #recomendaciones #recomendaciones literarias #plumas literarias #Visión Femenina #Visión Femenina Post #original post #blog cultural #blog de literatura

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reading list

Let’s be honest while studying, working and social work, there is not much time to read or listen to audio books or podcasts. Never the less I try to make time for this at least once a week during school time and once every two days during holidays. To keep myself & you up to date, I’m going to keep this list of books, audio books and podcasts and try to update it as frequent as possible. I’ll also post a little review of what I finish, which you can find under #melsreadings

Books

Bones Are Forever by Kathy Reichs

Genre: Crime

Summary: A newborn baby is found wedged in a vanity cabinet in a rundown apartment near Montreal. Dr Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist to the province of Quebec, is brought in to investigate. While there, she discovers the mummified remains of two more babies within the same room. Shocked and distressed, Tempe must use all her skills and inner strength to focus on the facts. But when the autopsies reveal that the children died of unnatural causes, the hunt for the mother - a young woman with a seedy past and at least three aliases - is on. The trail leads Tempe to Yellowknife, a cold, desolate diamond-mining town on the edge of the Arctic Circle, where her quest for the truth only throws up more questions, more secrets, and more dead bodies. Taking risks and working alone, Tempe refuses to give up until she has discovered why the babies died. But in such a hostile environment, can she avoid being the next victim?

Language: English

Audio Books

Collector by Markus Heitz

Genre: Space Fiction

Summary: Ein atemberaubendes Zukunftsabenteuer in Cinemascope Wir schreiben das Jahr 3042. Die Menschheit ist ins Weltall aufgebrochen und große, multinationale Konzerne treiben mit Macht und viel Geld die Eroberung der Galaxis voran – bis man auf eine geheimnisvolle außerirdische Spezies trifft: die Collectors. Eine Spezies, der selbst die härteste Spezialeinheit der Konzerne, die Justifiers, scheinbar machtlos gegenübersteht…

Language: German

Podcasts

The Magnus Archives by the rusty quill

Genre: Horror Fiction

Summary: The Magnus Archives is a weekly horror fiction anthology podcast examining what lurks in the archives of the Magnus Institute, an organisation dedicated to researching the esoteric and the weird. Join new head archivist Jonathan Sims as he attempts to bring a seemingly neglected collection of supernatural statements up to date, converting them to audio and supplementing them with follow-up work from his small but dedicated team. Individually, they are unsettling. Together they begin to form a picture that is truly horrifying because as they look into the depths of the archives, something starts to look back… 

Language: English

The Bright Sessions

Genre: Science Fictions

Summary: The Bright Sessions is a science fiction podcast that follows a group of therapy patients. But these are not your typical patients - each has a unique supernatural ability. The show documents their struggles and discoveries as well as the motivations of their mysterious therapist, Dr. Bright.

Language: English

Dreamboy

Genre: Horror Fiction

Summary: Dane, a spun-out musician spending the winter in Cleveland, Ohio, has two main goals: keeping his job at the Pepper Heights Zoo and trying not to waste all his time on Grindr. What he doesn’t expect is to get swept into a story about dreams, about forevers, about flickering lights, about unexplained deaths, about relentless change, and about the parts of ourselves that we wish other people knew to look for. Oh, and also a murderous zebra.

Language: English

Messy by Mac and Mike

Genre: Comedy

Summary: What happens when East Coast trash meets West Coast ass? What do this podcast and an undouched bottom have in common? Listen and find out.

Language: English 

Gemischtes Hack by Felix Lobrecht & Tommy Schmitt

Genre: Comedy

Summary: Felix Lobrecht (Comedian) und Tommi Schmitt (Comedy-Autor & Kolumnist) haben einen Podcast. Ab sofort jeden Mittwoch exklusiv auf Spotify.

Language: German

Vitamin X by Alain, Salim, Marvin

Genre: Comedy

Summary: Vitamin X, so heißt der Podcast von Alain Frei, Salim Samatou & Marvin Endres. Die Drei bewegen sich irgendwo zwischen Comedy und Infotainment.. und definitiv am Rande der Legalität.Forscher betonen immer wieder, dass Vitamin X gut für die Ohren sei! - Jeden Sonntag!

Language: German  

Mord auf Ex by Linn & Leo

Genre: True Crime

Summary: Keine Sorge: MORD AUF EX handelt nicht von toten Exfreunden. Denen geht es gut. Stattdessen sprechen Leo und Linn jeden Montag über Serienmörder, Sekten, Mafia und über Fälle, von denen man in Europa überhaupt noch nichts gehört hat. Damit sie sich das auch trauen, trinken sie dabei den ein oder anderen mörderischen Cocktail. In diesem Sinne: Cheers!

Language: German

#studyblr #melsreadings #mord auf ex #motivation #collector #audio books #true crime podcast #podcast #books #space fiction #horror fiction #science fiction #the magnus archives #the bright sessions #vitamin x #gemischtes hack #german litrature #german podcast #english #comedy #comedy podcast #messy pod #dreamboy #night vale #night vale presents #music

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MCU: i 10 migliori rapporti genitori/figli

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MCU: i 10 migliori rapporti genitori/figli

MCU: i 10 migliori rapporti genitori/figli

MCU: i 10 migliori rapporti genitori/figli

Fin da quando Tony Stark ha detto di suo padre: “Era freddo, calcolatore, non mi ha mai detto che mi amava, non mi ha nemmeno  mai detto che gli piaccio”, le relazioni genitori/figli sono diventate parte integrante dell’Universo Cinematografico Marvel. Quasi ogni eroe del MCU ha un legame molto particolare, spesso complicato, con uno o entrambi i genitori.

Di seguito abbiamo raccolto i 10 migliori rapporti genitori/figli del MCU:

T’Challa & T’Chaka

Quando il padre di T’Challa, T’Chaka, era ancora vivo, tutto ciò che il futuro sovrano di Wakanda voleva fare era renderlo orgoglioso di lui. Purtroppo, T’Chaka viene ucciso in un attentato dinamitardo (la scena in cui T’Challa abbraccia suo padre in fin di vita è davvero straziante, interpretata con grande intensità da Chadwick Boseman), e T’Challa diventa per successione il nuovo re di Wakanda, con una grande responsabilità sulle sue spalle.

Anche se suo padre non c’è più, T’Challa continua a rivolgersi al suo spirito per chiedergli aiuto. E il fatto che T’Challa non abbia timore di affrontare suo padre nel Piano Ancestrale e criticarlo per gli errori passati e chiedere una spiegazione, dimostra quanto i due abbiano sempre avuto una relazione molto aperta. 

Peter Quill & Yondu

Una delle cose più riuscite di Guardiani della Galassia Vol. 2 è quando il film ci mostra i rimpianti di Yondu per i suoi errori passati. GOTG Vol. 2 è un film sulla paternità (la maggior parte dei film della MCU lo sono, in realtà!): Peter Quill incontra suo padre biologico e, dopo aver fantasticato per decenni sulla sua identità, scopre con profondo rammarico che si tratta di un malvagio megalomane.

Alla fine del film, mentre Yondu arriva per salvare la vita di Quill sacrificando la sua, Peter si rende conto, in realtà, di conoscere da sempre il suo vero padre. Il successivo elogio di Quill, in cui paragona Yondu a David Hasselhoff, è un altro momento decisamente emozionante.

Clint & Lila Barton

Clint Barton ha un ottimo rapporto con tutti i suoi figli, ma ha un legame particolarmente speciale con Lila. È lei ad appassionarsi al tiro con l’arco, visto che vediamo Clint mentre l’addestra nel prologo di Avengers: Endgame (anche se non raccoglierà la sua eredità nella serie su Occhio di Falco destinata a Disney+, dal momento che quel compito toccherà a Kate Bishop).

È anche il nome della figlia che Clint esclama quando mette alla prova il GPS spazio/temporale di Tony Stark per viaggiare indietro nel tempo e ritrovare la sua famiglia ancora in vita. Perdere i suoi cari ha spinto Clint oltre il limite, che adesso è preoccupato di non riuscire più a ritornare nei panni dell’uomo che era..

Janet & Hope Van Dyne

La relazione di Hope Van Dyne con suo padre, Hank Pym, è sempre stata piuttosto tesa. Hope era la scelta più ovvia per la missione al centro del primo Ant-Man. Era più qualificata, conosceva le tecnologie e aveva accesso all’edificio. Ma Hank era troppo protettivo nei suoi confronti per permetterle di agire, e ha invece insistito per usare Scott Lang.

Dall’altra parte, la relazione di Hope con sua madre, Janet, è sempre stata molto più sana e amorevole. Quando finalmente tornò dal Regno Quantico e scoprì che sua figlia era diventata una scienziata di talento e una validissima supereroina, Janet non poteva fare altro che essere estremamente orgogliosa di Hope. 

Maria & Monica Rambeau

La migliore amica di Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, è una madre single, che cresce da sola in Louisiana sua figlia Monica. La sicurezza di Monica significa tutto per Maria. Ecco perché entra subito in azione quando uno Skrull si introduce in casa sua e si finge lei di fronte alla bambina.

Quando Carol chiede a Maria di aiutarla nella battaglia finale, Maria è titubante, perché deve pensare a Monica, al suo futuro e al fatto di essere presente per sua figlia. Ma il male sta arrivando, e ascoltando i consigli di Monica, Maria capisce di avere gli strumenti per affrontare una guerra, quindi decide di unirsi alla sua amica. Inoltre, per Maria ogni occasione è buona per rendere sua figlia orgogliosa di sua madre…

Tony & Morgan Stark

Dopo essere stata introdotta nel primo atto di Avengers: Endgame, non siamo riusciti a vedere Tony trascorrere molto tempo con la figlia Morgan di cinque anni: dopo che suo padre decide di prendere parte al piano dei Vendicatori per recuperare le Gemme dell’Infinito, rivediamo Morgan direttamente al funerale del padre. Ma nel tempo trascorso insieme dai due, era chiaro quanto Tony amasse Morgan più di ogni altra cosa al mondo (o, per usare le parole della stessa ragazzina, quanto “l’amasse 3000!”).

C’è naturalmente un senso di fine, di chiusura di un cerchio, che prevale in Endgame, e l’ultima conversazione di Tony con suo padre Howard nel 1970 gli ha permesso di liberarsi della sua paura di diventare padre e di accettare che sarebbe diventato un genitore migliore di quello che ha avuto lui.

Rocket Raccoon & Baby Groot

Groot è sempre stato una sorta di figura paterna per Rocket nel primo Guardiani della Galassia, anche se i ruoli si sono invertiti nel sequel, dopo che Groot si è sacrificato ed è rinato bambino. Rocket ha sempre avuto a cuore la sicurezza di Baby Groot, tanto da fuggire via nel bel mezzo di una battaglia per impedirgli di mangiare una mosca.

James Gunn ha rivelato che quando la versione adolescente di Groot esclama: “Io sono Groot”, dopo che diviene polvere a seguito dello schiocco delle dita di Thanos e allunga la mano per prendere quella di Rocket, la traduzione inglese della sceneggiatura era: “Papà”. Un momento già di per sé abbastanza devastante, poteva trasformarsi davvero in una valle di lacrime… 

Thor & Frigga

Cinque anni dopo il genocidio di metà dell’universo che Thor ha permesso indirettamente che accadesse crogiolandosi nel suo stesso ego un po’ troppo a lungo quando ha affrontato Thanos, scopriamo che il Dio del Tuono è caduto vittima di una profonda ed oscura depressione. È diventato un alcolizzato, ha perso fiducia nelle sue capacità e anche nel bel mezzo del piano dei Vendicatori per recuperare le Gemme dell’Infinito, i suoi dubbi sulle sue abilità lo attanagliano.

Quando lui e Rocket si recano ad Asgard nel 2013, nel giorno della morte di Frigga, la madre di Thor, capiamo che tutto ciò di cui il figlio di Odino aveva bisogno per ritrovare la fiducia in se stesso era semplicemente una parola di conforto da parte di sua madre.

Peter Parker & Zia May

Tecnicamente, Zia May non è la madre biologica di Peter Parker, ma è comunque la sua tutrice legale. Da quando i genitori di Peter sono morti, May lo ha cresciuto come se fosse suo figlio. Tutta la sua vita ruota attorno a Peter: se fa tardi la sera, vuole assicurarsi che stia bene; se qualcuno lo infastidisce, vuole che gliene parli in modo da riuscire insieme a trovare una soluzione.

È anche favorevole alla doppia vita di Peter in quanto supereroe: addirittura, lo incoraggia a portare con sé la sua tuta da Uomo Ragno in occasione del viaggio in Europa, nel caso in cui fosse costretto ad affrontare i suoi nemici.

Scott & Cassie Lang

La figlia di Scott Lang, Cassie – o “Peanut”, come la chiama affettuosamente -, è la cosa più importante della sua vita. Ogni volta che prende una decisione (come quando si trova agli arresti domiciliari e deve scegliere se unirsi o meno ad Hank e Hope in una nuova missione), pensa prima se la cosa potrà o meno avere qualche effetto su Cassie. Cerca sempre di fare la cosa più giusta per lei…

Cassie adora il fatto che suo padre sia un supereroe e lo incoraggia sempre ad entrare in azione quando il mondo ha bisogno di lui. Quando tornò dal Regno Quantico e si rese conto che qualcosa di terribile era accaduto a metà della popolazione, Scott si precipitò a visitare un sito commemorativo e cercò disperatamente il nome di sua figlia per capire se era vita o morta…

Fonte: ScreenRant

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