#Italy apple plants

[mantis-dea]

Bruno Bucciarati's Type Headcanon

Bruno is someone with a deep-seated desire for a loving relationship and perhaps, a family of his own. As the years go by, his desire increasingly starts to surface.

However, the path he walks is fraught with danger and uncertainty. Serving as Giorno’s right-hand man in Passione, his life is intertwined with the complex world of Italy’s strongest mafias.

As Team Bucciarati works tirelessly to clean up Passione and protect their territory from rival factions attempting to seize power, Bruno finds himself constantly away on perilous missions, often with little respite between them. His absence can range from days to weeks, and sometimes even longer.

The weight of his responsibilities and the knowledge that his life is constantly on the line weigh heavily on Bruno's heart. He is aware of the dangers he faces, and it pains him to imagine someone he cares about worrying and waiting for his return, only for that day to never come. He has seen too many comrades who had family fall, and it's a fear that haunts him.

He believes that suppressing this desire is the responsible thing to do.

Bruno not dating means several less things to worried about.

What if someone kidnaps his s/o and uses them as leverage?

What if he promised a night out, but he could not make it?

What if a rival member decides to kill his s/o?

Because of these factors, luck would truly have to be on s/o’s side, especially if they are a civilian.

As a generality, Bruno’s type would be someone who is kind, gets his weird sense of humor, and exudes a calming presence that makes spending time together effortless. Whether he and his s/o are fishing, listening to Miles Davis, or simply relaxing, being near his s/o soothes him.

On the other hand, while I do think Bruno values calm and stability in a partner more, I can also see Bruno liking someone slightly chaotic. Someone who he enjoys sharing a laugh with. Someone who does stupid things to get him to laugh. However, he's not looking for an extremely chaotic personality, as his demanding work already saps his energy and exposes him to such individuals regularly.

Additionally, this person must accept his line of work.

If his s/o is not part of the mafia, he won’t disclose his involvement unless they begin to suspect, or the relationship is about to go to the next level.

Bruno would want them to see him as a person first before they make a decision. Afterall, he is in Passione to eradicate drugs amongst the youths.

Bruno is most likely to enter a romantic relationship with a fellow member of Passione. His future s/o would need to have some experience within the organization, preferably working alongside Bruno on numerous missions where they shared the same living quarters.

There are two reasons why Bruno would date a fellow Passione member:

1.) Bruno will be less apprehensive about dating knowing they are perfectly capable of defending themselves.

2.) They understand the mafioso lifestyle. Though the disappointment will still be present, they won’t be resentful or surprised when he’s away for extended periods of time. This shared perspective significantly reduces potential strains and misunderstandings. Moreover, Bruno can have open discussions with his significant about Passione's members and issues, providing a valuable source of insight and support.

If his s/o is a civilian, they must be the one of the luckiest people ever.

For this civilian to catch Bruno’s attention, they’d have to do something truly “significant” in his eyes. It will most likely be an act of kindness.

Helping an elderly lady with groceries.

Buying a kid who didn’t have money an ice cream.

S/o trying to skim board in a fountain, only to fall face first into the water, attempting to avoid crashing into a kid.

I also have a one-shot where civilian s/o exchanges a bag of apples that Bruno was gifted for a bag of oranges. She was watering plants on her balcony when she overheard the conversation about him not being fond of apples. She runs down and exchanges the bags with him.

After witnessing an act of kindness, there is a low chance that Bruno may strike up a conversation with you. If you are close by him after the incident occurred, he may comment about it out loud.

As time passes, If Bruno sees s/o consistently after the initial incident, he will begin to think about them more frequently, noting just how often they keep crossing paths. If he’s in a crowd, he finds himself doing a quick glance to see if you are there.

After a series of encounters – four or five to be exact–, with each one seemingly involving him or his future s/o running into one another, he becomes drawn to them. He eventually initiates a conversation, sharing a chuckle at the uncanny frequency of their meetings. With each interaction, Bruno finds himself falling deeper in love, and s/o becomes a constant presence in his thoughts.

He starts to believe fate is trying to bring you two together. Unexpectedly, after some pep talk from Mista of all people, he finally goes and asks them out for dinner.

#bruno bucciarati x reader #golden wind x reader #jjba x reader #bruno buccellati x reader

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Sarah and Simon’s wedding. Any hints on how it went for them?

...Well! 🫦 *draws breath*

First, they frolic around Florence all cute and happy before the ceremony. Simon takes her to galleries -> somehow the idea of this giant soldier listening to his enthusiastic, sparkly-eyed wife-to-be giving him a monologue about a painting like Birth of Venus does things to me. He def. gets a hard-on from that, and Sarah gets all flustered when she notices. ("We're in a gallery, for god's sake" or "I should've known you can't behave yourself" while her eyes are just wide and shining from love)

As for the wedding: nothing too fancy, nothing too luxurious or overly elegant. Instead, crazy romantic – nothing is official and there will be no legal documents on any marriage taking place, but Simon would do his all to make the day memorable for the both of them. He loves to pamper and spoil Sarah, even if she gets shy about it (she loves it actually). So good food and a beautiful dress are a must, and the venue has to be something Sarah would love – something historical, from the romantic period, perhaps. Some old villa with lemon trees or magnolias, a wild garden that is overwhelming to the senses, nothing too pruned or symmetrical. They spend their wedding night there, too, sleep late in the morning and have a hedonistic 2-hour brunch in the garden.

I don't know if even Soap would be present because we're talking about a secret elopement here. Simon would have a hard time asking John to be his best man, and Sarah has yet to see him too many times, so it might be just the two of them + someone suitable to conduct the ceremony. After all, the marriage is mainly a powerful symbolic gesture from Simon that he is dedicated to Sarah and wants to grow old with her (I see them planting those apple trees in Simon's "hideout" later that summer: one for her and one for him).

But what would be even more monumental than the actual wedding is the honeymoon that follows.

Simon takes weeks, almost a month off his work to explore Italy and especially the seaside together. There is an overdose of art, culture, good food and wine. Sarah tries to teach Simon to appreciate a good Amarone or Valpolicella and he's just like I'd rather not but gives in like he always does (*sigh* "Let's try it then, dove"). There's lots of swimming and hikes in the woodlands and just all kinds of fun under the sun, and all around them, the nature is blooming. 

Sometimes they are too tired to even make love because they've been too busy going around yet another bend or a corner to see if there is a great view or a better restaurant or a hidden beach empty of people. But he brings her breakfast in bed, and it usually ends in slow, passionate sex before they venture out again. Or then there's the occasional quickie in the shower just before dinner. Her cheeks are still flushed when they rush to their reservation and the waiter brings the menus to the table (Simon only looks annoyingly content with himself). 

If one thing is sure, it's this: Simon gets actual dimples on his cheeks from that honeymoon, and Sarah teases him about it for the rest of their lives. 

Every time the weather turns cold and rainy in London, they remember their Italian summer and the gardens filled with foreign scents and their wedding night which was a little too hot to get some sleep, not to talk of making love (of course they still did and were all sweaty and spent afterward, poor things), they remember their walks on the beaches filled with beautiful sea shells and how they should go back there someday, but Simon says it would never be the same... so they decide they will explore a new country and a new place every year. A few weeks, almost a month off from work, no matter what, so they can go and have some adventures and a slice of peace and live their lives to the full. 💞

#the fluff is strong with this one #tooth rotting fluff #proceed with caution #simon ghost riley x female oc #happily ever after #spoilers #answered

[bijouxcarys]

Cherry Lips (Robert Plant x fem!OC)

Masterlist

Summary: Our unnamed fem!OC pokes the lion and faces the consequences. 1998 Robert.

Note: This started off as a "short fic," but has turned out a hefty 3.4k words yikes.

Tags: @callmethehunter @m-faithfull @whothefuckisanja @celestial-dragoness @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @angrychicksposts @firethatgrewsolow @brownskinsugarplum76 @chromations

She knew she’d fucked up. God, she knew it. But in her defence, Robert was being a dick.

She was right there, following him around like a lost puppy—for him, to support him, but no… the Golden God he’d firmly insisted was locked away in a glass box was still there. 18 years. 18 years of trying to get as far away from that strange young lad who wore jeans too tight and too low, and wailed whatever nonsense overtook him in the moment. Yet, there he was. Bright as day. In the heart of Italy. Playing the same old game. 

Girls still flocked. How could they not? He was gorgeous, despite his rapidly approaching 50th birthday. And it didn’t matter to her that she was 25 years his junior. Because she saw him for everything he was; not what he used to be.

The only problem? His weakness. The feminine energy that ran potent everywhere he went. The soul of a woman, if you may…

It was almost as if he’d forgotten that she was there as other girls of her age, give or take a few years, stood small and flustered in the presence of the once untouchable Robert Plant. Like Adam at the mercy of a cobra, he shamelessly chomped away at the apple dangling before his eyes, bypassing the security of his Eve.

It didn’t matter how often she’d hear the endearing pet names of “honey,” “darlin’,” “baby,” or “love”; they’d become mere lyrics to a song now. He sang them to thousands, night after night—wailed them through the ridges of a record in the homes of millions around the world.

They meant nothing.

Romanticisation. Just like the country they’d inhabited for the past 15 hours, the career of a rockstar was marred by an idealistic fantasy. They don’t tell you about the inferiority, the frugality. The way other girls would stare you down, head to toe, silently creating their own version of your story. The mind games that meticulously waltzed in ricochets between both parties. It was inescapable. Inevitable. Impossible to avoid.

But whilst Robert graciously played the part, sending his signature smirk in the direction of every pretty young thing that came his way, he only saw her. She was the only one, and had been for almost a year. He’d hoped that she knew that by now. Alas, he wasn’t an idiot. It didn’t take an expert to notice the way she’d become increasingly restless when playing her own role of Observing Woman. And there had been many to do so over the years. 

Robert expected this attitude from her. He knew it made her feel useless. But he’d explained to her time and time again that it was part of the gig. His job. The way he kept up appearances. Without struggle, she understood that, entirely. 

Unfortunately, Robert made the mistake of assuming her understanding meant she liked it.

Typically, she’d be able to get through a press event with him, or any other encounter they’d have with a flock or two of excited girls, with minimal irritation. But tonight, it was a little too much. Too great to completely ignore. 

Robert was particularly enjoying the attention that day as he and Jimmy went through their regularly scheduled interviews that they would have much preferred to pass up on. Unlike every other time, where he’d send her playful winks and reassuring smiles, he hadn’t looked at her once. Hell, even Jimmy had acknowledged her presence more than Robert had done. 

This time, it was a cute little redhead with big green eyes and a freckled complexion that had become the centre of his immersion. The total opposite of what she was. Redhead was withdrawn, timid, soft spoken, whilst she stood above the average female height, with a gaze that could slice a ruby in half. It was what attracted Robert to her in the first place. A straight-talking, relentlessly loyal, dark-featured Femme Fatale that he loved to overpower in the bedroom and steal the power she possessed otherwise.

The pair’s dynamic was a tantalising switch from what Robert was used to from his female companions. Between the sheets, it was a struggle for dominance, but a struggle they wouldn’t trade for anything. Either way, it always ended up with her legs over his shoulders, hips pummelling away at her like he’d never get to again. And more often than not, she’d wear his hand as her own personalised necklace, encouraging him to squeeze around the expanse of her throat with each thrust of his cock.

And that was how she liked it, and how Robert knew she kept him in a very special place in her heart.

Nobody could overpower her, unless that somebody was him.

Which was why, as he finally cast a glance in the direction of his beloved, he felt every vein in his body pulsate with emotions akin to jealousy. There she was. Tall in her platform stilettos and delicate fingers pushing a stray curl of dark hair from Jimmy’s forehead as she spoke so casually with him. 

He could see it in the way she smiled at Jimmy. The proximity that bordered on too close. The way the guitarist fell so receptive to her silky tone, eyes unashamedly taking in every movement and curve of her cherry-stained lips as she talked.

This was no accident, though. She knew exactly what she was doing. The sideways look she gave Robert was a dead giveaway, and she was stunned to see he was actually looking back. Got him.

With a restrained smirk, she flipped her hair behind her shoulder and continued her conversation with Jimmy, inching closer to him with brave intention. 

That was all it took for Robert to cut the interviews short, call a car, and drag his lover back to the hotel they were staying at. She remained steel-gazed the whole time, refusing to give him the satisfaction of breaking her that easily. In fact, as soon as the door shut behind them, she made a beeline for the bathroom, Robert following irritatingly close.

“Can’t even go to the bathroom without you lurking,” she passively hummed, leaning over the counter to double check her makeup was still intact. 

“What the fuck was that?” Robert snapped. 

She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, the familiar clenching in the pit of her stomach at the sight of Robert’s perfectly ageing features lit up by the small room’s restrictive lighting. Like Michael the Fallen Angel: pure until pushed. Adam had become the cobra, the apple devoured and rotten in the grounds of his gallant love. And he had his sights set on his Eve.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Robert,” she sighed.

“God, you can be so insufferable.”

“Coming from everyone’s favourite Golden God,” she breathed, exaggerating the candour of thousands of girls.

“Excuse me?” Robert’s brows narrowed, casting an intimidating shadow over his eyes.

“Come off it, Robert…” She rolled her eyes, turning to leave the bathroom, but was instantly stilled by a large, strong hand wrapping around her arm. She successfully repressed the smile that wanted to plaster her face, and simply lifted her gaze to meet his. Their faces were dangerously close, and the distant buzz of the bathroom’s ventilation system became the soundtrack to an intense stand-off between two wild beasts on the precipice of destruction.

Taking a deep breath, she continued to look up at him, refusing to speak first. Though she wasn’t sure how long she could keep it up. The close proximity and the enclosed surroundings made it difficult to keep from squeezing her thighs together. She cursed Robert mentally as he closed the bathroom door behind him, all whilst maintaining ardent eye contact.

“I think the door’s supposed to go the other way if you wish to leave, my love,” she provoked, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

Eyes, usually a beautiful pool of blue, darkened—with lust, frustration, carnal desire. He knew she was pushing him. He’d just have to navigate the pull in response. He came closer to her, breath mixing with hers as he made out he was going to kiss her, only to stop mere centimetres from her lips to hum lowly.

“You’ve got a right mouth on you today.” He almost spoke through his teeth, jaw clenched.

She pursed her cherry lips, challenging her older lover. “Do I?” she asked with a perfectly arched eyebrow. The grip on her arm tightened, and led her to stand directly in front of him. Her eyes remained fixed on his. “Are you just gonna stare at me?”

Within a blink of an eye, both of Robert’s hands had a hold of each side of her head, thumbs resting on her cheeks and fingers threading into her hair. He held her close to him, forcing her to tilt her head further up. She was breaking him. Bit by bit. The sudden move of dominance succeeded in weakening her resolve by an iota, and her eyes began their impulsive hooding.

Robert’s eyes darted around her entire face, taking in every curve, dip, and feature. She was otherworldly to him. An audacious succubus sent to test him in every aspect of his life. And she was all his. To do with whatever he pleased. No matter how much of a fight she put up, he’d win. Or rather, she allowed him to win.

“I really love that colour on you,” he murmured, admiring her characteristic choice of lipstick.

A satisfied smirk found its way onto her lips, enjoying the compliment, despite the current situation. She was human, after all. That, and it reminded her that he wasn’t truly angry at her, and that this was all part of the larger game their relationship had become.

“Do you?” she whispered, taking on a more timid cadence.

“Mhm.” He nodded, running a thumb delicately over her lower lip. He tugged at it, watching as its plumpness bounced back against her teeth. “But, you know…” he sighed. “As much as I love it on your lips, I think I’d rather see it around my cock, don’t you?”

There it was. The break. The moment she’d been craving. As a hand lowered to possessively wrap around her neck, she swallowed under its mighty grip, and found herself falling deeper under the control Robert enforced.

But not entirely. Not yet. Just a little extra push…

“Really?” She tilted her head to the side as much as she could in his grasp. “Because judging by your distractions, I half-expected to be leaving it on Jimm–” She gasped under her breath as she was shoved down onto her knees.

“No more about Jimmy fucking Page,” he spat, letting go of her throat and moving his hands to the belt on his leather-effect trousers. “You want to be a little slut and blow every rockstar you come across, be my guest…” He let the words hang in the air as he swiftly pulled his belt from the loops around his hips. “But whilst you’re with me,” he threw the belt to the side, the metal buckle clanging against the porcelain of the bathtub beside them, “it’s only me.” He gripped her face with one hand, making her look up at him instead of where the belt had landed. “Understood?”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not the one that needs reminding of loyalty, Mr. Plant.”

Done with her backchat, he roughly shoved her face back. She caught herself on her hands behind her, her core fluttering with anticipation.

“Enough with the talking,” he firmly demanded, “You want to use your fucking mouth so much? Is that what it is?” She parted her lips to answer, but he cut her off. “I said enough with the talking,” he growled. She sighed, clenching her jaw. She hadn’t even noticed through the back and forth, that Robert had shimmied his trousers and underwear down enough to relieve his hardened cock from its confines.

Gaze meeting it, any trace of disobedience withered down to a shrub. Her breath was shaky, her mouth on the verge of watering, and her eyes glimmered with want as she looked back up at Robert.

“I don’t know what you’re gawking at, little girl, it isn’t gunna suck itself, is it?” He glared at her, before grabbing a fistful of her hair, and dragging her closer until it was impossible to avoid taking him into her mouth. Not that she didn’t want to—she was ravenous for it.

Robert made it a chore for her to efficiently take him, with how close he had her held against him. She had to move at an awkward angle to even access the red hot tip, but she achieved it with much humiliation at her struggle. He let out a heavy breath, head resting back against the door as his little succubus got to work, mouth scorching and tight, just like her cunt. As badly as he wanted to throw her onto the bed metres away from them, and devour every drop of her sweetness until she cried for him to stop, she needed this stern reminder. Wanted it, even.

“That’s it, darlin’...” he groaned, pulling at her hair and then pushing against her head, building up a rhythm that satisfied. She breathed out of her nose, hands flying to his thighs for any ounce of stability.

Minutes into the act, and she could already catch glimpses of her lipstick transferring halfway down his thick shaft, veins painted with a cherry crimson.

“I know you can do better than that.”

His gruff words encouraged her, and her nails dug into his firm thighs as a small indication of the microscopic ounce of resilience that still sat below the surface. In response, his hand twisted harshly in her hair, pulling a cry from the back of her throat that only served to translate as vibrations against him.

With another tantalising grunt, he brought her head precariously closer, leaving her with no other choice than to force the expanse of his cock further into her mouth, the tip beginning to prod at her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut briefly, winded by the sudden gesture.

“Awh, what’s wrong, baby?” Robert cooed condescendingly down at her, taking a sick pride in her labour. Teeth baring down on his lip, he reaped the benefits of his young lover’s mouth as it stretched so deliciously around his cock. Already there were tears forming at the corners of her smoky eyes. Fuck, that’s gonna look so good running down her face…

She unwillingly let out a struggled whimper, trying her best to relax her throat, knowing there was still more to receive.

“I thought you enjoyed using your mouth,” he scoffed.

He kept his comments to himself as he formed a steady pace with his hips, holding her head in place. She was certain her underwear was drenched by now. Having Robert’s warm, salty skin take residence on every taste bud available was sometimes too much for her cunt to handle. Especially when she knew the chances of getting immediate relief after the fact were short.

Soon enough, her nose was snug against the mass of hair that laid at the base of this God’s aphrodisiac appendage, the natural scent of him grounding her in the moment. She somehow willed her throat to relax enough to allow the slick and weeping tip to glide as far back as it needed as she fit every inch of him into her mouth.

Overcome with the desire to pleasure him, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder at him every time he withdrew his hips. Her lipstick was smudged, for sure. Tears had fallen, and she could only imagine how she looked for him at that moment.

“So pretty, baby…” he moaned. At one point, he ceased his thrusts, pulling her back to get a real good look at her fucked-out face. “Look at the state of you… you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, darlin’?” he asked with a crude swipe of his thumb across her chin, effectively smearing lipstick and saliva across her cheek in a further act of degradation.

Her vision remained blurred, and she felt borderline breathless. She didn’t even fully comprehend his question. And he loved it. What he could do to her…

“Aren’t you?” he pushed.

With wide, reddened eyes, she gazed up at him and meekly nodded. Wrong answer.

“Speak, darlin’, you’ve been so good at that today.”

“Yes…” she choked out, leaning her head back into his hand, completely submitting to him in every way. She didn’t care that her knees began bearing the burden of the cold, hard tiles in this hotel bathroom. It was for him. All for him.

“Yes, what?”

God, she needed him so bad… 

“…Daddy...”

“That’s better,” he nodded his head once, taking his cock in one of his hands. He lewdly dragged his tip along her lips, the precum coating the sensitive flesh. “Wish I had that camera right now, baby… you look so pretty like this. So obedient. All fucked out…”

Her eyebrows furrowed needily, her lips parting to allow her tongue to flick against the head of his cock. Maintaining eye contact, she circled around the bulbous area, applying pressure against the underside.

“My talented little thing…” he hummed, beads of sweat adhering stray curls to his forehead. “Keep going, baby… keep taking me in that pretty mouth of yours…”

Unable to challenge him any further, she abided by the rules of their dynamic.

Sloppily, lazily, yet eagerly, she bobbed her head up and down Robert’s cock, eyes fixed on him from below. His eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth hung open, head pressing back against the door. 

Witnessing his pleasure set a fire deep within her, and she sped up her movements, hand gripping firmly at his base. Whenever she’d pull back to spit messily over his erection, a thick rope of her saliva followed suit. It made her moan. Clench around nothing. Her clit throbbed. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. Every sense tingled. All because of him.

She needed all of him. To make him come undone—erupt. Needed it so bad… 

“Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” Robert breathed, once again taking her hair into his hand, guiding her up and down his length. Her free hand came up to massage his tight, full balls. “Fuck! Yes… so, so good…” he hissed, composure slowly crumbling. “Daddy’s gunna cum right down that throat, little girl…” he rambled, teeth clenched, before he yanked her back, running his own hand along his length rapidly.

She was forced to watch, the beautiful combination of red and purple tinting the head of his cock. “Please…” she whimpered, batting her teary eyes at him. “Please, Daddy…” 

Holding her head back, he leaned over her. “Open up, baby.” She did. Tongue stuck out. Waiting for his load. “My good little girl.” He let out a guttural moan, hips thrusting into his own fist, before the hot spurts shot out onto her tongue, some landing on her cheek, and some dripping down onto her chin.

She waited patiently until he had completely milked himself to move from her position, merely acting as a receptacle. Eventually, Robert regained his bearings and gruffly ordered her to swallow everything. To clean her own face up, and to not leave a single drop.

With his granted permission, she was finally allowed to stand back up. Her knees were weak, and had to rely on Robert to help her steady herself. As she cleaned her face up at the sink, he kept his head resting on her shoulder, tucked away and in the process of calming, and his hand held gently onto her waist.

“C’mere, honey,” Robert softly said, bringing her into his arms. He planted a kiss on her forehead and held her tightly to him. “‘M sorry for ignoring you, darlin’.”

She inhaled deeply, her face fitting perfectly against his chest. “It’s okay…” she mumbled.

Robert pulled his head back and stared down at her bare face, lips now natural and swollen from her Goddess duties. “You’re so special to me,” he whispered.

Smiling softly at him, she sighed contently. “I know.”

They shared a passionate kiss, solidifying their eccentric love for one another, and the thrill of the game.

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[sweet-caress-of-twilight]

Going off of one of my previous reblogs, i attempted to make a list of where in the world every Disney Animated Canon movie takes place

Antarctica:

Pablo the Cold-Blooded Penguin (The Three Caballeros) (Pablo starts out living in the South Pole and then he goes to Chile, Peru, and Ecuador)

Africa

The Lion King

Tarzan

Asia

Aladdin is set in a mishmash of Middle Eastern countries. It was supposed to be in Iraq, but because of the Persian Gulf War, Disney said no, so it takes place in the fictional country of Agrabah, which is inspired by Baghdad in Iraq.

Raya and the Last Dragon is set in a mishmash of Southeast Asian countries, but takes the most inspiration from Vietnam

China: Mulan

India: The Jungle Book

Europe

England: The Wind in the Willows (The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad), Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, 101 Dalmatians, The Sword in the Stone, Robin Hood, Winnie the Pooh, The Great Mouse Detective

France: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, The Aristocats, Beauty and the Beast, The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Germany: Snow White, Tangled

Greece: The Pastoral Symphony (Fantasia), Hercules

Italy: Pinocchio

Norway: Frozen (Arendelle is heavily inspired by Norway)

Russia: Peter and the Wolf (Make Mine Music)

Spain: Wish (Rosas is inspired by Spain and located off the Iberian Peninsula)

Turkey: Pomp and Circumstance (Fantasia 2000) is about Noah's Ark, and many people believe that the ark landed at Mount Ararat in present-day Turkey

Ukraine: Night on Bald Mountain/Ave Maria (Fantasia) (the real Bald Mountain is Mount Triglaf, near Kyiv in Ukraine)

Wales: The Black Cauldron

North America

Mexico:

Las Posadas

Mexico: Pátzcuaro, Veracruz and Acapulco

You Belong to My Heart/Donald's Surreal Reverie (all from The Three Caballeros)

United States:

Different towns in Massachusetts and California have claimed to be the Mudville that Casey at the Bat (Make Mine Music) takes place in, but the author of the original poem said it has no basis in fact.

The Legend of Johnny Appleseed (Melody Time) - the real Johnny Appleseed (real name John Chapman) planted apple trees in Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Ontario, and West Virginia

Lady and the Tramp could take place somewhere in New England

The Fox and the Hound looks like it takes place in Appalachia, so maybe Pennsylvania or Virginia

Home on the Range is somewhere in the Old West

Bolt takes place across America: starts out in California, the title character ends up in New York, visits Ohio, and is back to California by the end

Alaska: Brother Bear

California: Wreck it Ralph (Ralph Breaks the Internet reveals that Litwak's Arcade is in California), Big Hero 6

Florida: Dumbo

Hawaii: Lilo and Stitch

Louisiana: Blue Bayou (Make Mine Music), most of The Rescuers, The Princess and the Frog

Maine: Bambi (the forest was based on Maine and the animators traveled to Maine for reference)

New York: Johnny Fedora and Alice Blue Bonnet, The Whale Who Wanted to Sing at the Met (Make Mine Music) (the Metropolitan Opera is in NYC), Little Toot (Melody Time), The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad) (the real Sleepy Hollow is in New York), The Rescuers (the Rescue Aid Society headquarters is in NYC), Oliver and Company, Rhapsody in Blue (Fantasia 2000)

Texas: Pecos Bill (Melody Time)

Virginia: Pocahontas

Washington, DC: Atlantis: The Lost Empire (Milo works at the Smithsonian

Oceania

The Rescuers Down Under: Australia

Moana: Polynesia

Pangaea

The Rite of Spring (Fantasia)

Dinosaur

South America

Argentina: Pedro, El Gaucho Goofy (Saludos Amigos)

Bolivia: Lake Titicaca (Saludos Amigos)

Brazil: Aquarela do Brasil (Saludos Amigos), Baia (The Three Caballeros), Blame It on the Samba (Melody Time),

Chile: Pedro (Saludos Amigos) (The title character delivers the mail in the Andes, between Santiago, Chile, and Mendoza, Argentina), Pablo the Cold-Blooded Penguin (The Three Caballeros)

Colombia: Encanto

Ecuador: Pablo the Cold-Blooded Penguin (The Three Caballeros) (Pablo goes to the Galapagos Islands, which is an archipelago in Ecuador)

Peru: Lake Titicaca (Saludos Amigos) (the lake is at the border between Peru and Bolivia), Pablo the Cold-Blooded Penguin (The Three Caballeros), The Emperor's New Groove

Uruguay: The Flying Gauchito (The Three Caballeros)

Unknown/does not take place in our world

Any of the package film segments not mentioned here

The Little Mermaid seems like it takes place in the Mediterranean Sea, but it could also take place in the Caribbean, which would explain Sebastian's accent

Fantasia 2000: "Pines of Rome" is set in the Arctic, so it could be anywhere from Canada to Alaska to Finland to Russia

Most of Atlantis: the Lost Empire, since the city of Atlantis is completely made up

Treasure Planet

Chicken Little

Meet the Robinsons

Zootopia

Strange World

#disney #snow white and the seven dwarfs #pinocchio #fantasia #dumbo #bambi #saludos amigos #the three caballeros #make mine music #melody time #the adventures of ichabod and mr. toad #cinderella #alice in wonderland #peter pan #lady and the tramp #sleeping beauty #101 dalmatians #the sword in the stone #the jungle book #the aristocats #robin hood #winnie the pooh #the rescuers #the fox and the hound #the black cauldron #the great mouse detective #oliver and company #the little mermaid #beauty and the beast #aladdin

[snarkybluechristian]

I have a fan theory that pieces of the character’s real names are in the names they have now and these names gives clues about their nationalities and identities.

Ragatha = Agatha, the most obvious, She is named after a Greek saint which could point to why she tries to be a good person.

Jax = Jackson or Jack, a nickname for John, a name of Jesus’ disciple and one of his closest friends. Jax has no traits of a disciple on the surface, but he could be a disillusioned one. He started out believing in salvation. Then he gave up on it and turned into a dick to hide his own pain.

Zooble = Zhu, a Chinese girl’s name for bamboo. This is a stretch but a bamboo is a plant with a hard outer shell that can grow through most obstacles. Maybe Zooble’s hard exterior and her apathy are hiding her soft core.

Gangle = Gyeong-Ja, a Korean girl’s name for a child who’s worthy of honor. Gangle is a pushover who cries a lot. Her arc might have a lot to do with growing into a stronger woman who stands up for herself and makes her own choices.

Kinger = King, This one is also obvious. King might not be his given name, but it has a lot to do with his job title and possibly how he was the creator of the game.

Pomni = Pamela, specifically this name is a play on the French word Pomme which is apple while Pamela is a Latin name for honey. Apple and honey are sweet treats with their own connotations. To get honey, you have to get past the bees and brave their stinging. This might be a way of saying Pomni will find the exit, but gaining freedom could be deadly. The apple supports it too since it’s, traditionally though not biblically accurately, seen as the fruit that Adam and Eve ate when they rebelled against God to get the knowledge of good and evil. They brought death into the world. Pomni might find what she’s looking for, but at a deadly cost.

Kaufmo = Cosimo, Cosimo de Medici was the first ruler of the Medici political dynasty in Italy. They ruled the banks and the arts and were sometimes shady people. This is also a stretch but Kaufmo may have been someone who had influence in his past life. Maybe he was a comedian or something else, but once he lost that fame, that was when he began questioning life’s meaning.

I know my theory holds little water, but it’s interesting to think about.

#the amazing digital circus #fan theories for the amazing digital circus #fan theory #tadc pomni #tadc zooble #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc kaufmo

[formulawrite]

The best view

Summary: The first brazilian match is happening but Y/N has something better to watch

Requested: No 

Warnings: None just fluff 

Notes: I hate this picture so much felipe faz story tal qual um tiozão do pavê

We walked into the bar to meet his friends to watch the world cup. Since my country didn't make the cut Felipe insisted for me to wear a Brazil shirt so we can match and for his country together.

"i was starting to think you weren't coming anymore" one his friends shouted from their table

"sorry, someone couldn't find his patriotic sweater" i say sitting in the booth giving Felipe a dirty look

"Brazil is playing i have to wear my country's uniform, if Italy qualified you'd understand" giving a tug on my ribs getting a slap back in his arm from me

"hey don't be mad, is not my fault i have a team to root for" he kissed my cheek teasing me even more

"don't make me regret putting on this yellow shirt for you" pushing him a little getting him to laugh at me

"children stop pushing each other or i'll sit you on different sides of the table" one of his friends chimed in laughing and handing me a beer

"don't drink too much we might have to celebrate later" he whisperer in my ear making me choke on the liquid getting disapproving looks from the table, they knew he was picking on me today

"keep talking about Italy and making me choke and you'll be celebrating by yourself later" he leaned in again with a smirk "yeah yeah make me choke grow up Drugovich" i pushed him slightly making him giggle

the match starts and for the first 18 minutes and my third beer i'm already bored, different from the boys who had their eyes glued to the big screen the bar sat up so people could watch the game

"babe" i poke Felipes arm trying to get his attention "huh" his eyes not leaving the screen "baaabe" poking him again finally getting him to look at me "can i lay down on your lap?" looking at him with pleading eyes "yes... are you ok?" he didn’t hesitate to push his back against the booth giving me space to put my head in his thighs "yes, just tired... the game is boring" i say already laying down and putting my feet in one of the boys lap who didn't even noticed my move. he smiled down at me kissing his fingers and putting them on my lips like he was planting a kiss there.

From a few bottles on top of the table i could still see the score and a bit of the field i could also feel Felipe hand moving playing with my hair, but i was more interested in the view on top of me. Looking up at my boyfriend taking notice of every feature of his, his not so freshly shaved face even tho he shaved 3 days ago, the few marks on his cheeks from the helmets and pimples, how his Adams apple moved when making a comment, the dimple when he smiles, his jaw clenching when something happened during the game, all this making realize how in love i am with this man.

I was brought back to reality shortly as the crowd got louder from the interval, felipes eyes went straight to mine "hey, how are we doing down there?" his hands moving from my hair to my cheeks "fine, just thinking" i smiled holding his hand near my face "yeah? about what?" he smiled making the dimples show again "just how much i love you" his face turning red with my words "i love you too" i got up giving him a kiss and fixing my hair "anything else on your mind?" he teases "just how i still hate you hair cut" i tease back getting an eye roll from him "is going to grow back" i sat closer to him kissing his shoulder "until then i'll find a way to sue your barber for taking the curls away from me" he laughed as we resumed making conversation with our friends.

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Bonus:

"YEEEEEEES GOAAAAAL LOOK AT THAT DID YOU SEE IT? THAT'S WAS AMAZING HOLY SHIT" I screamed with the rest of the bar with the second brazilian goal, at this point i was standing in a chair, shoes long gone with a horn in hand that i got from a stranger at some point, felipe holding my legs so i wouldn't fall laughing at me "i thought you were bored" "HOW CAN I GET BORED WITH THAT GOAL LOOK AT THAT" i dropped down on the chair blowing on my horn making him jump from the noise "ok no more horn for you" taking the object from my hands "and no more beer too" i was about to protest before he stops me "it upsets your stomach and i don't want you throwing up in the car or in me" i huffed next to him "you're no fun" he wrapped his arms around me "well you make it up for the both of us" kissing my temple.

#Felipe Drugovich #felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich fic #fluff

[leebrontide]

I think we've settled on at least one of the final fruit trees going in our urban backyard mini-orchard. We have room for 2 more (with a potential spot in the front yard I need to keep an eye on for sunlight this summer).

We're pretty well settled on that one of the trees we plant this spring will be a Moorpark apricot.

We've picked this one because Ty wanted an apricot, and this one doesn't get too tall (only 12-16 feet tall), is good for drying, canning, juicing or eating, and has a long fruiting season. That last bit is nice because eventually when this tree is mature we won't get a huge glut of all the apricots all at once we have to hurry and deal with. We have a period of several weeks to eat, preserve, or give away fruit as they ripen, which is nice.

It's also self-fertile which is critical because while we have loads of cherries and apples in the neighborhood (and at least 1 fig and 1 pear) I haven't ever spotted any apricots, so I can't assume the neighborhood would provide the needed pollen.

The other thing that sold me on this one is that it's got so much history to it. The Moorpark was first bred by the gardener of Henry the 8th, back in the 1760s, after bringing a bunch of apricot trees in from Italy. I assume this is where the cold hardiness was first introduced, since while England is a good bit warmer than Minnesota it's still going to need more cold hardiness than anything the trees would have needed in Italy.

These are supposed to be especially aromatic and rich-flavored fruit, so I'm looking forward to that when it bears.

#Stormbrew house #Stormbrew garden #gardenblr #urban orchard #gardening #fruit #urban gardening

[thecpdiary]

Blue Zones Diet

The term 'Blue Zones' has been coined to refer to the places in the world with the healthiest, longest-living populations, including Okinawa; Japan, Sardinia, Italy; Nicoya, Costa Rica; Ikaria, Greece; and Loma Linda, California.

On the blue zones, people eat a wide variety of garden vegetables. The best longevity foods in the blue zones diet are leafy greens such as spinach, kale, beet and turnip tops, chard, and collards. Studies have found that middle-aged people who consumed the equivalent of a cup of cooked greens daily were half as likely to die in the next four years as those who ate no greens.

Researchers have also found that people who consumed a quarter pound of fruit daily (about an apple) were 60% less likely to die during the next four years than those who didn’t.

Many oils derive from plants, and they are all preferable to animal-based fats. Olive oil is the oil most often used in the blue zones diet and evidence shows that olive oil consumption increases good cholesterol and lowers bad cholesterol.

The following simple guidelines reflect how the world’s longest-lived people ate for most of their lives.

Here's a summary of the key points:

Plant-Based Diet

Some 95% of blue zone diets food come from a plant or a plant product with animal protein limited to no more than one small serving per day.

Emphasis on vegetables, fruits, beans, nuts, seeds, and whole grains;

Leafy greens like spinach and kale are highlighted;

Consuming a cup of cooked greens daily and a quarter pound of fruit daily has been linked to better health outcomes.

Studies have found that middle-aged people who consumed the equivalent of a cup of cooked greens daily were half as likely to die in the next four years as those who ate no greens. Researchers have also found that people who consumed a quarter pound of fruit daily (about an apple) were 60% less likely to die during the next four years than those who didn’t.

Many oils derive from plants, and are all preferable to animal-based fats. Olive oil is the oil most often used in the blue zones diet and evidence shows that olive oil consumption increases good cholesterol and lowers bad cholesterol.

Limit Animal Protein

Animal protein intake is restricted to small servings, with meat consumption limited to twice a week or less;

Fish is a common source of animal protein, consumed in small portions, usually two to three times per week;

Dairy products, particularly cow's milk, are minimised, with alternatives like sheep's or goat's milk products occasionally consumed.

Limit animal protein to twice a week or even less, in servings sized no more than two ounces cooked and avoid processed meats like bacon or sausages.

In most blue zones diets people ate small amounts of pork, chicken, or lamb, eating small amounts of meat, about two ounces or less at a time, about five times per month. Neither beef nor turkey figures significantly into the average blue zones diet. It is thought that any harmful effect was counterbalanced by other food and lifestyle choices.

Healthy Fats

Oils derived from plants, particularly olive oil, are preferred over animal-based fats;

Olive oil consumption is associated with improved cholesterol levels.

Moderate Egg Consumption

Eggs are eaten occasionally, typically two to four times per week;

Eggs from free-range chickens are preferred for their nutrient content.

Reduce Meat Consumption

Meat is consumed sparingly, about two ounces or less at a time, around five times per month;

Processed meats like bacon or sausages are avoided.

On the Blue Zone diet you can eat meat twice a week or even less in servings sized no more than two ounces cooked and avoid processed meats like bacon or sausages.

In most blue zones diets people ate small amounts of pork, chicken, or lamb, eating small amounts of meat, about two ounces or less at a time, about five times per month. Neither beef nor turkey figures significantly into the average blue zones diet. It is thought that any harmful effect was counterbalanced by other food and lifestyle choices.

Fish Consumption

Fish intake is encouraged, with small portions consumed regularly, about two to three times per week;

Emphasis on selecting fish that are common and abundant and not threatened by overfishing.

You can eat up to three ounces of fish daily which is equivalent to about the size of a deck of cards before it is cooked. Select fish that are common and abundant, not threatened by overfishing. In blue zones diets, fish is a common part of everyday meals, eaten on average two to three times a week.

Please consider ethical and health considerations involved in including fish in your diet. In the world’s blue zones, in most cases, the fish being eaten are small, relatively inexpensive fish such as sardines, anchovies, all species that are not exposed to the high levels of mercury or other chemicals that pollute gourmet fish supply today. People in the blue zones don’t overfish the waters. There is no blue zones diet evidence suggesting and any particular fish should be eaten.

Ethical and Health Considerations

For example:

Inclusion of small, relatively inexpensive fish species that are not exposed to high levels of pollutants;

No specific fish is recommended, and overfishing is avoided in Blue Zones.

Dairy Reduction

Minimisation of cow’s milk and dairy products due to lactose intolerance issues;

Calcium and protein are obtained from plant-based sources like kale or tofu.

Minimise your consumption of cow’s milk and dairy products such as cheese, cream and butter. Cow’s milk does not figure significantly in any blue zones diet. In terms of the human diet, dairy is a relative newcomer, introduced about 8,000 to 10,000 years ago. Our digestive systems are not optimised for milk or milk products and now we recognize that a significant number of people have some difficulty digesting lactose.

While western diets have relied on milk for calcium and protein for decades, in the blue zones diet people get these nutrients from plant-based sources such as kale or tofu, both of which provide as much calcium as a cup of milk.

Small amounts of sheep’s milk or goat’s milk product are eaten in a blue zones diet and goat’s and sheep’s milk products figure prominently in the traditional diets of both the Ikarian and Sardinian blue zones.

Eggs Consumption

Eggs are considered acceptable for consumption, providing complete protein and various essential nutrients;

Eggs from free-range chickens are preferred.

Eggs are consumed in all blue zones diets, where people eat them an average of two to four times per week. As with meat protein, the egg is a side dish, eaten alongside a larger portion of a whole-grain or other plant-based feature.

Eggs in the blue zones diet come from chickens that range freely, eat a wide variety of natural foods, do not receive hormones or antibiotics, and produce slowly matured eggs that are naturally higher in omega-3 fatty acids. Factory-produced eggs come to maturity about twice as fast as eggs laid by breeds of chickens in the blue zones.

Eggs provide a complete protein that includes amino acids necessary for your body plus B vitamins, vitamins A, D, and E, and minerals such as selenium.

Other foods on the Blue Zone diet include beans, nuts, sourdough bread. When it comes to beverages, you should drink between 6-8 glasses of water a day. It is okay to drink tea, coffee, and red wine in moderation

In summary

The key principles of the Blue Zones diet include focusing on plant-based foods, limiting animal protein intake, consuming fish in moderation, reducing dairy consumption and enjoying eggs occasionally. By following these simple guidelines inspired by the world's healthiest and longest-living populations, you can improve your overall health and well-being. (Source: bluezonescom)

For more inspirational, lifestyle blogs, please check out my site https://www.thecpdiary.com

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[potroasttheghostdog]

Being on the spectrum, and having weird interests is actually crazy sometimes. Just scratching an itch leads you down an hours long rabbit hole of discovery and wikipedia pages. For me, one of my more mundane interests is fruits, plants, and botany.

I was eating an orange. Just chilling, while feeding my dog. I wondered what my favorite orange (cara cara) was a crossbreed from (it's *gotta* be blood and navel right it's so tasty but distinct from other oranges, can't be a valencia the color's not right!)

So I looked it up. Turns out, there's like 600 of these bastards. Well let's fucking read about all of them.

Oh Ermelo's orange. That sounds weird. What's that.

Oh it's just called that because takes its name from 'Ermelo', a parish in Arcos de Valdevez Municipality, Portugal. It was introduced to the region by Cistercian monks in the 12th century, but it is sweeter than the average orange. Oh, but it's on The Ark of Taste.

What the fuck is that.

Well, turns out it's kinda like the Endagered Wildlife registry, but for sustainably sourced heritage foods and local cuisines. They see local foods as tantamount to cultural landmarks that should be preserved and foods go on the list if they are either impotant orbrelevant to a specific culture or ethnoregion, or are in danger of dying out whether from extinction or a fading cultural relevancy. They urge the perpetuation of their existence by encouraging their continued consumption. This includes foodstuffs like fruit from extremely specific regions, breads, cheeses, and even certain breeds of livestock that meat comes from.

Here's some fun ones: classic mortadella of all things (because it originates in Italy and has been a staple of their cuisine for centuries) cuccalar (a specific type of italian bread) casu marzu (a gross kind of cheese, do not google if you have a weak stomach) carosello (an italian melon), Lake Michigan Whitefish, Gravenstein Apples, Mayhaw jelly, bogong moths, and bunya nuts. They have things on the list from all over the world and it's actually really gratifying knowing that someone somewhere can see whatever random little thing you have and see everywhere, is valued, because it represemts a culture that not everyone has. I've had Lake Michigan whitefish. I consider it just a fish. But it's on a list of important culture for the US that should be conserved for the sake of culture, and that's kind of eye opening.

The Ark of Taste is run by Slow Food.

Ok. What the fuck is that.

Turns out it's an international org dedicated to preserving cultural foodstuffs that also emphasizes sustainability by supporting eating, growing, and traditional cooking local foods. Think Audobon but for cheese.

What was I reading about? Oh right, oranges. Oh the chocolate orange has a 12 Brix.

Ok.

What the fuck is a Brix.

Turns out Degrees Brix (°Bx) is the measure of dissolved solids in liquids and aqueous solutions, but is used to measure sugar content in foods and juices in common. So like Scoville scale but for sugar. Honey, soda, wine, sugar, fruit juice, fruits, and maple syrup use it to measure their sugar content. There's also some other scales that are used for sugar measuring. The Plato Scale (°P) is used in brewing, The Oechsle Scale used on german and swiss wine, and the Balling Scale, which is the oldest and not commonly used anymore.

What was I reading about? Oh yeah oranges.

Oh Smith Red Valencia. Sounds sultry.

It's a pigmented bud sport of the valencia orange tree.

K.

What's a bud sport.

Turns out a bud sport is any kind of sudden morphological difference growing from a plant caused by genetic mutation. Like when a dwarf pine starts growing foliage branches that are morpholigically identical to a regular pine. You ever notice how sometimes your christmas tree, if you get a live one, has irregular branches where they grow out longer than normal, and the needles are a bit different than the rest of the tree? Bud sport. Neat. Oh it's night time.

What was I reading about? Oh yeah. Oranges.

Yeah turns out I was right, cara caras are the hybrid of blood and navels. Knew it. Also, apparently oranges aren't even the original thing. They started out as a hybrid between pomelos and mandarins. Also, also, apparently fruit genomes have "moms and dads", i.e. the chloroplast genome is considered the "maternal line" of a fruit's ancestry. The orange's chloroplast genome comes from pomelos, meaning pomelos are the orange's "mother".

Also---

#adhd #autism #fruit #orange #wikipedia

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[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    [ 𝐓𝐄𝐍 ]  𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫,  𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.  𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 @ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨

                              ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝟒𝟎𝟒 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ( @batteredoptimist )

       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 — only to act. How strange to move from being one kind of person, to another so readily. It gives Mariano pause — wondering if he can ever truly be free of the monster he was made into. How disconcerting to think that the murderer — Claudio Renaldi’s hellhound, had died only to become him once more in desperation. Alpha instincts had taken over — more even than on the fateful day that two had become three. Everything in Mariano Verratti’s body speaks of murder. The intention to kill is plain as day, right there in front of him. Coco hadn’t provided them weapons, presuming that they would be safe in their flat-turned-cell while things got sorted. Even Coco’s team is not without fault. In a bunch of apples, there can be one that smells sweet because it is rotten — the man laying at Mariano Verratti’s feet right now is rotten to the core.

       His chest heaves, pupils blown, and his hands are covered in blood — the wall in the hallway sprayed with viscera — a crime scene straight out of a book, or straight out of the Mafia itself. He has evolved. If he was the Mariano left in Italy, he would have been made to torture the traitor for a long time. Now, he just wanted him dead. Wanted him dead before a bullet in the wall became a bullet in one of his mates. Only it’s too goddamned late for that because he can smell Muriel’s blood the second his mate gets close — and without intention, Mariano lets out a low warning growl, still deep in the adrenaline that had caused him to rip a man’s throat out with his bare fucking hands.

       He can smell fear, too — that coming from his pregnant mate, nestled indoors where he was fucking supposed to be safe. That fear is electric like lightning in James’s gentle spring rain. He hates when his mate’s fields of plants and flowers are flooded over in fear. He especially hates when it’s because of him. He’s shaking — because what can he say? He doesn’t know if he’s capable of goddamned words right now, let alone the right ones to let them know that they’re safe. That Mariano loves them. That he’d destroy every single person in this place before he let harm come to them. Had Coco turned on them? Or is this an isolated incident?

     Muriel’s holding his side, but Mariano can see blood seeping through shirt and fingers, onto the floor as he approaches — and Mariano can’t help it. Immediately, he scoops his taller mate up and into his arms before carrying him to the couch and ripping through that shirt to assess the damage. It’s not great. It’s not good, either. And the next thing that happens is unexpected. He’s hauled down into a wide-eyed kiss. For all of this time, and for all of their efforts — they’ve been trying to bridge the divide and figure out how to make it work. But Muriel’s kiss now is deep and passionate and full of love. His tongue swipes across Mariano’s lip and promptly fuzzes out that killing intention for a split second. Long enough for Muriel to pull away, arm still wrapped around Mariano’s neck. “I’m fine,” he says, "We're both fine."

     “Cazzo, Muriel,” Mariano says, his voice pitchy and upset and stormy and all over the goddamned place as his heart races. He’s sure the good doctor will love that one too. “You’ve been fucking shot, love, you’re not fine.” Immediately, the phone rings, and it doesn’t stop. Mariano doesn’t want to leave his lad's side, or scare his little strawberry mate either — but it’s clear that Coco’s call isn’t a request, and Mariano picks it up with a growl, holding Muriel’s shirt to his side with as much pressure as he can put on it. Muriel’s got a thousand scars, just like him — but he knows that it never starts feeling pleasant to get fucking shot. Before Coco can say a single word on the other line, Mariano’s voice thunders out a single, authoritative Alpha statement, “You were supposed to keep them safe.”

#batteredoptimist #➤ 𝚇𝚇. 𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙶𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 ┊ mariano verratti. #blood cw #gore cw #body horror cw #death cw #violence cw #omegaverse cw #mpreg cw #gun cw #gunshot wound cw #lexi don't look #murder cw #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?

[skogenraev]

Orange - Green Guide

Orange

In Greek mythology , oranges are described as fabulous” Golden Apples” from the garden of the Hesperides. Citrus fruits thus became a symbol of fertility and love; bringing to men these golden globes reserved for the gods was one of the labors that Hercules had to carry out. The term “orange” probably derives from the Sanskrit Nagaranja, which means “favourite fruit of elephants”. Still today the origin is a matter of study, the Arabs introduced the oranges first in Asia Minor, Egypt, North Africa and the Mediterranean Europe after having known these fruits presumably in India. It is certain that oranges were already diffused in the Mediterranean area only for ornamental or religious purposes. This is the reason why still today the fields with orange trees are called “gardens”.

From the second half of the 1800s the cultivations in Sicily increased in number and towards the end of the century the farmers began to plant oranges no longer only in the hilly slopes or in the flat area but in organized areas only for citrus fruits, such as those on the slopes of Etna dug with dynamite. It is here that the pigmented pulp”Aurantium indicum” fruit (purpurei coloris medulla), considered the ancestor of blood oranges in Sicily, is mentioned for the first time. On the island since the mid-1900s the cultivation of blood oranges has assumed an increasingly important role in the agricultural economy, coming to characterize its fertile territory and become a true symbol of this land kissed by the sun.

Sweet orange is of Asian origin, especially from China and Southeast Asia, and it arrived in Europe through the Silk Road (which dated back to the first century AD). Easily established in the warm and welcoming climate of Sicily, its propagation stopped there. It took almost 13 centuries, until the 14th century AD, for the sweet orange to spread to Europe thanks to the Portuguese sailors who discovered it and spread it everywhere. Currently sweet orange is the most popular citrus fruit in the world and there are numerous varieties: we count indeed hundreds of types. On the market we can find blond and red oranges which are characterized by a darker color and a more sugary taste. A tip: distrust large and beautiful sweet oranges and prefer the tiny ones, they will have more juice to squeeze. In Italy only there are more than twenty varieties of oranges that are grown as dessert fruit and there are just as many varieties of fruit you can use to make an excellent orange juice. Oranges with blond pulp are often used in the fruit juice production and, to a lesser extent, for candied fruit and dried fruit.

In addition to flavoring candies and pastries and giving an enchanting aroma to the skin, sweet orange is very useful in cases of insomnia and stress. Sweet orange essential oil has indeed an antispasmodic action which is especially useful in case of stress and intense physical activity; its anti-insomnia and digestive sedative property turns out to be a precious resource against meteorism. Rich in citrus flavonoids, sweet orange is an excellent ally against capillary fragility, and has always been used in the cosmetic industry for its smoothing anti-cellulite function. Wilden.herbals has chosen this real invigorating vitamin concentrate to create two sweet orange infusions.

Oranges are great for:

Emotional Healing and Renewal

Creativity and Inspiration

Abundance

Prosperity

Vitality and Energy Oranges are often used for prosperity spells. They are also often associated or symbolized with the sun. In Italian folk magic they are used to wipe - to get rid of negative energies

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[johnacevedodesigner]

Tagged by @hoodlumwitch to do this and I’m here for it! Thanks Witchy! Xoxo

it goes like this: ‘if i were...’

a day: Saturday

a time: Midnight

a car: defender

a flower: Bird of paradise

a plant: Monstera Deliciosa

a color: warm orange

a sound: rain falling

a place: Iceland or Norway

a fruit: honey crisp apple    

a taste: makers and coke

a scent: cedar

a want: intellectual freedom to write & pursue art

a song: What’s going on - Marvin Gaye

a quote: True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost. Arthur Ashe

a month: August

an object: bicycle

a number: 9

a memory: living in Venice Italy for a summer and walking as much as I could every day exploring every corner.

an element: water

an emotion: love

an animal: Crow

a landscape: the desert

a gemstone: Opal

a kind of weather: summer warmth

a piece of clothing: jacket

a piece of furniture: reading chair

now, for the tagging (don’t hate me, guys, we’re being social):

@sir-chadwick @feed-well @black-panther-gold @just-a-mix-of-me @sid766 @clearsimpleminimal @hiacesugar @faemaworld @thedesertdove @muntublackson @thewholeuniverseisinus @yes-oh-yes @hugomandy6 @dondraperswife @totsuma

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 5.20

Holidays

Be A Millionaire Day

Beating of the Bounds (Old England)

Behcet’s Disease Awareness Day

Blue Jeans Day

Botev Day (Bulgaria)

Clinical Trials Day

Day of Remembrance (Cambodia)

Discovery Day (Cayman Islands)

Doctor Day (Indonesia)

Eliza Doolittle Day

Emancipation Day (Florida)

Empire Day

European Maritime Day (EU)

Everybody Draw Mohammed Day

Fire Festival (Elder Scrolls)

501 Day

520 Day (Valentine’s Day; China)

Flower Day

Flying Solo Day

Frigga Blot (Slavic Pagan/Asatru)

Go Fly A Kite With the Kids Day

Hari Kebangkitan (Indonesian Awakening Day)

Hats for Headway Day

Indonesian Doctor Day (Indonesia)

International Clinical Trials Day

International Gator Day

International Heritage Breeds Day

International Human Resources Day

International Red Sneakers Day

Josephine Baker Day (NAACP)

Lafayette Day (Massachusetts)

Love Feast Under the Gospel Elm (Wicken, UK)

Mecklenburg Day (NC)

National Anger Day (Cambodia)

National Awakening Day (Indonesia)

National Band Director’s Day

National Day (Cameroon)

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National Seal Product Day (Canada)

National Streaming Day

National SugarBee Apple Day

National Women in Aerospace Day

Norman Rockwell Day

Paw Day

Pick Strawberries Day

SI Redefinition Day

Stop the Bleed Day

T’veer Chong Kamhaeng (Day of Remembrance; Cambodia)

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [26 of 57]

Weights and Measures Day

World Autoimmune Arthritis Day

World Bee Day

World Meteorology Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Alfalfa Day (French Republic)

Dark Lord Day (Three Floyds)

Food Revolution Day

International Sweet Tooth Day

Morel Mushroom Day

National Cold Pizza Day

National Quiche Lorraine Day

Pick Strawberries Day

Tap Water Day (California)

3rd Saturday in May

Armed Forces Day (US) [3rd Saturday]

Barricade Go Topless Day [3rd Saturday]

Culture Freedom Day [3rd Saturday]

Do Dah Day (Alabama) [3rd Saturday]

Europe Day (Ukraine) [3rd Saturday]

International Restaurant Day [3rd Saturday] (also Feb, Aug & Nov)

La Corsa del Ceri (Race of the Saints; Gubbio, Italy) [3rd Saturday]

National Drawing Day (Ireland) [3rd Saturday]

National Heritage Breeds Day [Saturday of 3rd Full Week]

National Italian Beef Day [3rd Saturday]

National Kids to Parks Day [3rd Saturday]

National Learn to Swim Day [3rd Saturday]

National River Cleanup Day [3rd Saturday]

Orval Day [3rd Saturday]

Plant a Lemon Tree Day [3rd Saturday]

Preakness Stakes [3rd Saturday]

Stationary Shop Saturday [3rd Saturday]

World Fiddle Day [Saturday closet to 19th]

World Whisky Day [3rd Saturday]

Independence Days

Cuba (from US, 1902)

East Timor; (from Indonesia, 2002)

Lopezia (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Samizdat (a.k.a. State of Samizdat; Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Abercius and Helena (Christian; Saint)

Alcuin of York (Christian; Saint)

Aurea of Ostia (Christian; Saint)

Austregisilus (Christian; Saint)

Baudilus (Christian; Saint)

Bernardino of Siena (a.k.a. Bernadine; Christian; Saint)

Edward II Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Ethelbert, King of the East Angles (Christian; Saint)

Fats Waller Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Feast of Mjollnir (Feast of Thor’s Hammer; Ancient Norse)

Find a New Fetish Day (a.k.a. Fetish Day; Pastafarian)

Firefighter Jackson (Muppetism)

Francis Cotes (Artology)

Frigga Blot (Pagan)

Grudie Rosnoe begins (Lavic Pagan/Asatru sacrifices to Rod for good harvests)

Henri-Edmond Cross (Artology)

Ives, An Honest Lawyer (Christian; Saint)

Ivo of Chartres (a.k.a. Yvo of Chartres; Christian; Saint)

Lucifer of Cagliari (Christian; Saint)

Media Ver II (Pagan)

Mjölnir (Old Germany; Celebration of Thor’s Hammer)

Sanctan (Christian; Saint)

Trajan (Positivist; Saint)

Visakh Bochwa Day (Buddha Day; Cambodia)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [31 of 71]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [28 of 60]

Premieres

The Abominable Snow Rabbit (WB LT Cartoon; 1961)

Balls, by Greg Nettles and Peter Golenbock (Sports Memoir; 1984)

Beatlemania (Musical Play; 1977)

Becoming Bond (Documentary Film; 2017)

Beverly Hills Cop II (Film; 1987)

The Color and the Shape, by the Foo Fighters (Album; 1997)

Day of the Dead, by Various Artists (Grateful Dead Anthology Album; 2016)

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (Film; 1994)

Every Breath You Take, by the Police (Song; 1983)

Fourteen Hours (Film; 1951)

Godzilla (Film; 1998)

Harry’s House, by Harry Styles (Album; 2022)

His Bitter Half (WB MM Cartoon; 1950)

Lady Dynamite (TV Series; 2016)

Midnight in Paris (Film; 2011)

The Muppets’ Wizard of Oz (TV Movie; 2005)

Naughty But Mice (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

The Nice Guys (Film; 2016)

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (Film; 2011)

Poodle Hat, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 2003)

The Quarto, Shakespeare’s Sonnets (Book of Poems; 1609)

Rock Around the Clock, by Bill Haley & His Comets (Song; 1954)

Russian Rhapsody (WB MM Cartoon; 1944)

The Scapegoat, by Daphne du Maurier (Novel; 1957)

The Scotswoman, by Inglis Clark Fletcher (Novel; 1955)

Unplugged (The Official Bootleg), by Paul McCartney (Album; 1991)

A Very English Scandal (Film; 2018)

Viva Las Vegas (Film; 1964) [Elvis Presley #15]

Willow (Film; 1988)

You Made Me Love You, recorded by Harry James (Song; 1941)

Today’s Name Days

Bernhardin, Elfriede, Mira (Austria)

Bernardin, Lidija, Zlata (Croatia)

Zbyšek (Czech Republic)

Angelica (Denmark)

Liili, Liilia, Lilian, Lilja, Lille, Lilli (Estonia)

Karoliina, Lila, Lilja, Lilli (Finland)

Bernardin (France)

Bernardino, Elfriede, Mira (Germany)

Lead, Lidia, Lydia (Greece)

Bernát, Felícia (Hungary)

Anastasio, Bernardino (Italy)

Prieca, Salvis, Sibilla, Venta (Latvia)

Akvilas, Alfreda, Eidvilas, Vygintė (Lithuania)

Bjørnar, Bjørnhild (Norway)

Anastazy, Asteriusz, Bazyli, Bazylid, Bazylis, Bernardyn, Bernardyna, Bronimir, Iwo, Sawa, Teodor, Wiktoria (Poland)

Lidia, Talaleu (România)

Varvara (Russia)

Bernard (Slovakia)

Baudilio, Bernardo, Orlando (Spain)

Carola, Karolina (Sweden)

Bernadette, Bernardina, Bernardine, Bernetta, Bernita (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 140 of 2024; 225 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 20 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ding-Si), Day 2 (Wu-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 29 Iyar 5783

Islamic: 29 Shawwal 1444

J Cal: 19 Bīja; Fiveday [19 of 30]

Julian: 7 May 2023

Moon: 1%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 28 Caesar (5th Month) [Trajan]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 11 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 62 of 90)

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 31 of 31)

#Holidays

[goldrose-star]

Getting To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by our beloved @rottent33th & @slaasherslut ! Thank you darlings 💖😊

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite Color: Green 👀

Song Stuck in my Head: Le Tigre - Deceptacon (I watched Do Revenge on Netflix yesterday, so yeah 👀)

Last Song I Listened to: Bad Omens - The Worst In Me

Three Favorite Foods: Welp, I'm pretty bad at this. But I guess -> potatoes with dill as a side dish with something else as a main dish, japchae & apple white wine cake

Last Thing I Googled: George Culafic. I was searching for inspo for AJ and somehow found him. Teethers, google him. He kinda gives me Griffin vibes, appearance wise 👀

Dream Trip: The Beach? I dunno really.. but I really like to lay in the sand and listening to the sound of the waves, feeling the sun on my skin 👀👉👈 or maybe somewhere else, exploring a city or a country in general, maybe greece, italy or somewhere else. Dunno 🤷‍♀️

No pressure tags: @bluecoolr @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @solmints-messyocdiary @the-pinstriped-hood @devil-doll13 @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @visceravalentines @flower-crowned-lady @tahlalilian

#tag game

[melancholyandfrogs]

I'm writing a essay about my generational house—here's some things about it:

it is a house in Birdland, Clarkston, MI / it was built by my grandparents, Barbara and Robert, over the course of a few years and finished in 1966 / before that, my papa can't remember where they lived / he is third generation Italian immigrant, and the first to graduate college

my papa, John, was 5 / his sisters, Cindy and Lisa, were 6 and 3 / they were heavily italian in white-Michigan in the early 1960s / my papa tried but generational trauma from their racism is passed down / there is pigment in the hair of my arms that i'm still ashamed of

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they only had money to put grass in the front yard, so after the house was finished, they spent the rest of the next two years trying to grow grass themselves / before the grass grew, my papa and his mother built two gardens in the backyard between the ages of 5 and 7

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this was before I-75 was built / because of this, one of his first memories is a bald eagle flying over his backyard with a squirrel in its talons / the area wasn't populated yet / there were snakes (rattlesnakes and gardener snakes, as papa says, were the most common) and animals and amazing things were all around still

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papa got his first pet (a half terrier, half chihuahua dog named Tubbs) between 1967-1968 when he was 6ish / every day she would run over to the neighbor’s back patio and do her business, refusing to go anywhere else, and every day, patiently, my grandmother would go and clean it up

his grandmother, Adalina, used to give him a fifty cent piece and say “Don’t tell your mom, she’ll put it in the bank.” / after a few months, when he was eight, papa used the collected money to buy an apple tree, and the weirdest thing is that it never grew apples

when he was a young teenager, Tubbs died / my grandmother wrapped Tubbs up in my papa’s baby blanket and buried her under the apple tree / it bloomed for the first time in his life but that year, it only grew one apple (he ate it) / the tree still blooms every year on the same month (three weeks behind other indeginous apple trees) / the apples are delicious

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they would routinely come down to Saginaw (about a 1 1/2 hour drive) and would get samples from flowers and plants from my dad's Aunt Meg and Uncle Sam's yard / my grandmother is 1 out of 12 children / only my Great Uncle is still alive / they would bring the flowers home / papa only remembers the Forget Me Nots

every year, my grandmother would get seeds from her mother's place in Detriot / she brought seeds from Italy (an immigrant) and because of that my grandmother planted Rose of Sharon all along the back of the gardens / they're blooming white and purple as I'm writing this

my grandmother wanted Poplar saplings in the very end of the backyard and my papa still smiles as he talks about planting them / there is still tension left in his hands / he told me the rows of them couldn't have been straighter

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there was virtually no neighbors around the house until the mid-1970s / until about 1978, there were large woods behind the house that papa played in as a child / these woods slowly disappeared as plot land was bought / I think he still misses them

most of the surrounding neighbors were white, blue-collar families / there was one hispanic family and one Black family / the Italian skin that is passed down grows darker in the summer, he was darker than the hispanic family but lighter than the Black one / he has told me stories of angry mothers who snapped white boy and cruel men / I tell him time have changed / that Italian is no longer a slur

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papa used to catch gardener snakes that hid under logs in the woods / his mother doesn't like snakes / he would put them in the garden that she wanted him to weed with her later that day / he got away with it a lot / he remembers a time he caught a snake on his way to school / he put in a brown paper bag / she caught him and he laughed while mocking her, "Johnny, you got a snake in that bag?" "Yeah, ma, I do." / he still didn't have to weed the garden

every day he went through the woods to get to school / there was a swamp in the woods and he would hunt salamanders, lizards, snakes and frogs / he would collect salt packets from McDonald’s to put on the leeches that he’d get at the swamp / he'd have to take off his shoes, socks and roll up his pants so he wouldn't get in trouble / he still admitted that he went in the swamp anyway

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there is one bathroom on the first floor and one bathroom on the second / my papa's bedroom used to be in the basement / he moved onto the second floor when he was ten / that room is my cousin Adeline's room now / until she was four, it was still his navy blue / now it is fushia

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when papa was eight he stuck his head through the guardrail on the stairs / his father was mad when he took it apart / they are still loose to this day / nobody is going to fix it / it is like a poem already

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the house is two stories / my grandmother thought that it would make people think she is successful / she grew up with eleven siblings and two parents and animals / she grew up poor / she lived her life like she was poor until the day she died / on my eightenth birthday I recieved bonds from her / she wants me to live my life like I am poor too

papa lives his life like he is poor / there have been nights that he was dumpster diving for money / or food / he told us it is okay / it is okay to cry about things like this / he taught me how to make the most out of it / he has never let us go hungry

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there is a hand rail that was on the four steps up to kitchen from the first living room / the hand rail was taken out of the house when my grandmother died / papa made sure it was polished and drilled it onto the floor of my kitchen, which has one step up from the dining room floor / we don't trip on the step / we use the hand rail anyway

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there are two living rooms / one has 'new' couches that my cousins aren't allowed to sit on until their parents consider them 'old' / they understand that people need to be comfortable / they are still scared to have ugly things / ruined things / anyway

one has a big piano in it / my grandmother grew up in the great depression and to make money she would play the piano / she was called a prodigy / she is in the background of albums and old school band recitals / nobody remembers her name / she died in a little side room her husband used as a office / it is my cousin Preston's gaming room now / there is nothing disrespectful about this

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there’s a large, 50 year old maple tree in the front yard that’s a seedless maple / it's grown from a branch from a tree that my great-grandpa, Emory, who my papa is named after, planted when he was young / this tree was in Italy / he took the branch with him when he came to America / there is something to be said about him unwilling to leave the smell of his own leaves behind

when Grandpa Robert’s twin brother, Richard, died, it was the first and last time that maple tree ever produced seeds / none were collected / the tree is supposed to be infertile

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papa knew where the wild raspberries grew in the surrounding, previously endless area of flora / there were freshwater springs he could drink from / in the afternoon where it would get hot, he knew where the big rocks were that he could nap on with Tubbs before she passed / when we talked on the phone, he called himself feral

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this house is why, when papa moved out, he bought the biggest farmland he could and made sure we (me, my sister and brother) knew about the woods / he dug his own pond / he calls it a taste of life that’s ‘bigger than the city’ / he doesn't like cities / he lived as taxi driver in Ann Arbor for 8 years anyway / Ann Arbor is the closest thing to New York that small town kids from Bridgeport like me can get / the air is never as stale than it is there

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I grew up trick or treating at this house / the house is on a hill / Clarkston has enough hills to make Mount Everest blush / my legs have muscles that still ache from those cold nights / my papa used to drive our van along the hills, waiting at the end, recording us shrieking and giggling / we raced our cousin Dominic from house to house

papa grew up trick or treaing at this house / his birthday is November 1st / he is born five days before my mother / his nieghbors knew him (they all knew each other) / he would get extra candy on Halloween as a birthday present / he gave me this as a reason he steals some of my candy every year

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when talking about this I did not know my great-grandmother's name / my sister was supposed to be named after her / I had forgot where my father's middle name came from (great-grandfather Emory) even though it's my trans friends chosen name because I told her how much it means to me / she said she likes it anyway

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he asked me twice if he was talking too slow for me / he was talking too fast / papa only left out some of the good things / he doesn't know how to leave the bad things behind / he raised us with the impression that those are not the things someone should hide / this house is in my blood / I do not remember the color of the kitchen walls

#my writing #rambling from above #generational differences #generational trauma #what am i supposed to tag this as #original poetry #poetry #poem