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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 4 months

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tuesday again 1/2/2024

it’s quite satisfying how the year started on a monday

listening

first song of the year: how could it be anything other than Sabata. this is the theme from the titular Sabata, i meant to pick the theme from Return of Sabata but im not mad about it.

reading

i read Tim Marchman’s Popping Tins newsletter (a newsletter about fish and seafood) less bc i enjoy locking Mack in the bathroom every time i want a tuna melt and more for the droll authorial voice. i have bought a tin of mackerel after reading some entries, and it was very good but much much richer than tuna.

What should I do with this can of krill meat?

after consulting the importer’s website:

This is accompanied by a photograph of the can featuring easily-discerned black eyes, which are nothing to be concerned about, according to the company that produces this can. The first question on its FAQ page is “What are the little black speckles in my can?” “No need to be concerned here!” the answer reads. “Your meat is not dirty, and you did not get a defected can. Our Antarctic Krill meat contains the most nutritious parts of the krill, which happen to include their eyes.

…

The risks here are clear: I could vomit when I open the can and see the nutritious black eyes staring at me; I could destroy the peace in my home by making it smell like sautéed and simmered krill; and/or I could ruin a perfectly delicious lunch by introducing nutritious eyes and hard bits of chitin.

i have no memory of how i found this newsletter.

i keep forgetting i have ten hoopla credits a month through my old library and i want to read more comics this year bc reading comics is fun. in the past in practice this means ive binged all ten credits over a weekend. this weekend i had time for exactly one.

The Riddler: Year One is an extremely direct tie-in to the movie and i think it’s neat they let the riddler’s actor paul dano go wild with his backstory and then turn it into a comic. it’s fun when actors get to do weird tie-in shit.

(non-sequential pages)

watching this forensic accountant’s brain crack and scramble like an egg as he struggles to really grasp the enormity of gotham corruption and why the city is such a dogshit miserable place to live in made me go “oh huh that was a pretty good writing decision in the movie”. not that the riddler was terribly stable to begin with but the despair and the unraveling were very effectively conveyed. this comic has a lot of fun with funky layouts (left) and an entire issue (right) is conspiracy board shit on top of accounting forms which is a neat artistic choice.

deeply depressing but an interesting new little window into the rpatz batman (god i hope we get more rpatz batman films) and fun to look at.

how i found this: trawling the popular comics page on hoopla

watching

this is the seventh year of starting a new-to-me classic black and white movie around 1030/11 PM New Year’s Eve and i am annoyed i didn’t like the movie that started this year but, according to the data, it’s been fifty-fifty so far.

previous years have featured: sunset boulevard, yojimbo, the thin man, it happened one night, bringing up baby, the big sleep, and now roman holiday (1953, dir. Wyler).

this is the platonic ideal of a classic movie. it’s not sterile but it’s so… unobjectionable. wholesome (derogatory) even. not particularly what i was looking for in a movie but, much like the gelato and champagne that pop up, it was kind of a sweet nothing. i don’t think anyone eats any real food this whole movie?

this is never a movie that feels rushed. it is two hours of watching beautiful people traipse around a beautiful city in beautiful edith head costumes. i would not say there is a lot of tension for the first hour and a half. however, imo, it does land its ending and for that i can forgive it a great deal. this is another beautiful movie that is simply not for me.

playing

have you ever wanted an open world rpg where you play as a shark? congrats, this was apparently free on epic a while back

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Maneater has a tremendously fun prologue where you play as the soon-to-be-dead mother shark who is absolutely going to town on a crowded beach and destroying multiple spear-gun-wielding divers and multiple boats full of citizens exercising their second amendment rights. this prologue is an excellent choice by the game bc it locks the fun part (eating people) behind several hours of really grindy shit. i am not entertained by the grind of eating progressively larger muskellunge, avoiding alligators, and collecting license plates. the grind is EXCEPTIONALLY grindy, i put about three hours into it and have only gotten to level 5 (teen) and have only two mutations i can sink loot into (four types of loot gained from eating other fish. this is too many types imo). i am not anywhere near a recommended level to start fucking humans up. im also not super impressed with the open world aspects of it— there are not a lot of things to do, discover, or interact with in the first two areas.

this seems like a really fun game that clotheslined itself with a cripplingly slow upgrade cycle. im sure the mid and late game are hysterically fun, especially on stream. however i am not willing to put in the hours to get to the fun part when i could immediately be having fun in some other game.

making

a lot of profoundly uninteresting cleaning. after not being able to figure out why my office (where Phil [no longer in heat. for now] lives) still reeks of piss even after stealing a blacklight from a friend and cleaning with a blacklight, it is of course bc she has been pissing in secret places i didn’t think she could get to. upside down smile emoji. both the girls got their monthly flea goop yesterday and were deeply unhappy about it.

most of my plants died in the move and i am finally tackling the survivors. fan favorite giant snake plant (not pictured, tidied up and inside) did make it and pull through but is not happy about it. now that i have baby basil and baby dill sprouting in the kitchen i do need to do something with the balcony so they have somewhere to grow up study and strong.

also slammed that silly little blondeyes NFT thing up on the archive

#i do not know how to tag that fic snippet but eh #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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goranvisnjicdaily · 2 months

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The Journey Home

Good morning! It's Friday and spring has ran away from what I see.... Winter is still here!!! 🤔

Soooo, I decided to watch "The Journey Home" or "L'aventure Polaire" for my Canadian Frenchies ;) The Movie was filmed in Canada from what I saw on IMDb 😁 (yes, you guess it, I'm a Canadian girl! 🍁) I'm not yet done with screencaping the movie, but I'm telling you, Goran is ultra adorable in it! I love it when he's the villain Nicholae Schiller, or Flynn, but can we appreciate the good and lovely Muktuk saving that teenage boy from frozing to death?? And that Polar Bear Cub?? I can't, I just can't, it's too lovely!!

Credit: https://quinlan.it/2014/10/20/mio-amico-nanuk/

The Stills are also available 👉 here

I will add the screencaps later tonight or tomorrow.

#goran visnjic #goran višnjić #actors #screencaps #goranvisnjicdaily #The Journey Home #Muktuk #movies screencaps

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mimisempai · 9 months

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It feels like home

Summary

For the first time since he and Aziraphale have been together, Crowley begins to realize the meaning of being home.

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Canon in the book: Crowley has his CDs and books arranged alphabetically

"He tried to sort his CDs into alphabetical order, but gave up when he discovered they already were in alphabetical order, as was his bookcase, and his collection of Soul Music.".

On Ao3

Rating G - 1192 words

Night was beginning to fall as Crowley parked the Bentley in front of the bookshop and got out.

"Bonsoir Crowley!"

He turned to see Madame Justine waving at him. He replied with a nod, and as he turned to walk toward the bookstore, his gaze was drawn to the lighted coffee shop and he saw Maggie and Nina chatting in close proximity.

That made him chuckle and he murmured "vavoom..." before continuing on his way.

He was about to open the bookshop door when Muriel burst out of it and, seeing him, exclaimed, a broad smile on their lips, "Good evening, Mr. Grumpy!"

Crowley muttered, "Aziraphale was right, you are really getting cheeky!" then added, winking at them, "I like it. Change nothing.”

Then, pointing in the direction of the apartment where Muriel was living, he ordered them in a tone whose protectiveness he could not hide, "Go home now, even for an angel, even in this neighborhood, it's never a good idea to be out alone after dark."

Muriel started to walk away, then threw over their shoulder, "I actually knew you were nice," then, seeing Crowley's grimace and about to retort sharply, they ran off laughing, openly mocking him.

Crowley shook his head and entered the bookshop.

Closing the door behind him, he said in a slightly louder voice, "Angel, I'm h-"

Realizing what he was about to say, he stopped in mid-sentence.

Was this it?

Being home.

How could he know?

Whether in hell or in his own apartment, he'd never felt like this before.

Both places had nothing to make you feel at home.

Hell, because... well, it was hell.

And his apartment, dark, without warmth, with its minimalist furniture, his few works of art and his plants.

He had never felt what he felt now.

Belonging.

It took his breath away.

He looked around and saw his plants placed here and there, between two shelves, one near Aziraphale's desk, one on a small table apart because it had become Muriel's plant. Aziraphale's apprentice had chosen this particular plant because it was smaller and more delicate than the others. Another plant could be seen on one of the steps leading up to the bedroom.

The bedroom.

Their bedroom.

His and Aziraphale's.

A new place, just for them.

Their own sanctuary.

Then the demon's eyes slid over his CD collection in the back of the bookshop, neatly arranged unlike everything else around it. Because he liked it that way. Because even if Aziraphale wasn't exactly a stickler for order in his books, he respected the fact that Crowley was one for his CDs.

His gaze moved to the frame hanging on the wall just above the CD collection. His Mona Lisa, signed by his friend Leo.

Al mio amico Antonio dal tuo amico Leo da V.*

His Ming vase in a corner, magically fixed to its base, his Eagle lectern on which lay a large book from Aziraphale's collection.

He realized that his own possessions had become part of the bookshop, blending in with the rest of the decor as if they had always belonged there.

“Our car.”

Shocked, Crowley swallowed and replied, “ We don't have a car.”

Aziraphale retorted with assurance,“Of course we do. Isn't she a beauty?”

Crowley, annoyed, insisted,“This Bentley is my car.”

The angel answered gently, “Well, yes, technically. Just as that bookshop is technically my shop, but... we both get plenty

of use out of it, don't we?”

Our.

We.

These words were so real now. Their fragile "we" before their near separation and reconciliation had now become tangible. Physically validated by their now completely intertwined lives.

Their "us" had become a home.

Crowley murmured softly, letting the words roll off his tongue, "I am home."

"Ah, there you are, my dear, I saw the Bentley pull up in front of the bookshop, so I thought it would be a perfect time to share a little appetizer."

Aziraphale came from the back of the shop, a bottle of scotch in his hand and two glasses.

He paused, smiled at the demon, and said in a natural way, "Welcome home," before turning and setting the glasses and bottle down on the small table by the sofa, oblivious to the emotion running through Crowley.

Turning, the angel saw that the demon hadn't moved, still standing in the same spot at the entrance of the bookshop.

He approached with a worried expression and then, studying Crowley's face, asked softly, "Are you all right?"

Crowley murmured, "I'm home."

Aziraphale smiled fondly and, now standing in front of him, took his hand and said gently, "Yes, you are, here we are, home. You look so surprised."

Crowley nodded, and as the two of them made their way to the sofa, holding hands, he explained, "Well, you know, angel, before, my apartment, you couldn't really call it home. It was more functional than anything. Not very warm, if you know what I mean. And to be honest, pretty lonely. Not to mention that I had absolutely no contact with the neighborhood. So when I arrived today, just on the street, Madame Justine greeted me, I saw Nina and Maggie in the cafe across the street, I bickered with Muriel. All these little moments, added to the fact of arriving here and seeing all my possessions here, made me realize that all these parts of me were now mixed up with yours. That our separate lives had become our life, and I finally became aware of what it meant to be home."

He sat on the sofa while Aziraphale filled their glasses, and he noticed that something else had changed. Before, they'd always sat facing each other when they drank, but now even that distance had disappeared. As if he'd heard what he was thinking, Aziraphale handed him his glass and sat down next to him.

Under the angel's attentive gaze, Crowley continued, "I don't remember feeling this way before. The closest thing to feeling like being home is probably the joy I felt in heaven. Creating my nebulae. But even that felt nothing like what I feel right now."

Aziraphale nodded gently and raised his glass to him, saying softly, "To us and that wonderful feeling of being home."

Crowley clinked his glass against Aziraphale's and each took a sip.

It was at that very moment, when Aziraphale looked at him in that loving way, with that soft smile, that the demon fully realized that he was home, and that realization was more vivid than the one he had when he entered the bookshop.

He put down his glass, took the angel's from his hands, and placed it on the table.

Turning completely to Aziraphale, he cupped his face in his hands, leaned over him and said in an emotional voice against the angel's lips: "I'm home because you're my home, angel."

He closed the distance and pressed his lips to the angel's in a deep, tender kiss.

A kiss that felt like he was all the way back where he belonged.

A kiss that felt like home.

*To my friend Anthony from your friend Leo from V.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

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pizzatowerepisodes · 11 months

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S5 Ep4 Tortellini Swich-a-rolli

It's a nice beutifull evening... the birds sing, wind blows and sun shines.... until we hear more-than-familiar screaming and glass breaking.

The camara pans into the pizzeria while Noise and Peppino are fighting, as usual, all while Gustavo, Brick and Noisette are shielded behind the counter chating the evening away, until they hear a loud BONK!!

When they looked over the counter they see Peppino and Noise unconsious with a bump in their heads, turns out that during the fight, Noise and Peppino tripped on something and Violently bonked heads together, knocking them out, and so Gustavo brings Peppi home and Noisette bring Noise home

Next morning Peppino wakes up, his head hurts and he does not recognize his home, "Why is everything yellow and... why there is merch from Noise!?" he thinks, Noisette says hi to him and calls him sweetie, Cut to noise as he is angrily confused at Gustavo asking if this a joke saying that he is not Peppino, now showing both POV we get this interaction

Gustavo and Noisette: "uhhh you should look your self in the mirror Amico / Sweetie"

Pep and Noise: "Wha-" Cut to them walking to the bathroom and looking themself in their respective mirrors

"EEEAAAAAAAAOOHHH!!!!!"

"WHHHHAAAAAAGGG!!!!!"

Peppino is in noise's body and vice-versa

Quickly after getting his bearings toguether, with the help of Noisette, Peppino puts on the "Noise costume" and goes to the Pizzeria, obiously Noise wants to kill Pep and demands him the give his body back but there is nothing they can do, Brick squecks a "I am on it" pull a handfull of books out of nowhere and starts reading

An alarm sounds and Noise remebers that he has to host his show so he tells Peppino to take his place but Peppino says that he needs to stay in the Pizzeria to pay his debt, so Noisette agrees to help Peppino and Gustavo to help Noise while Brick looks for answers

The day was EXHAUSTING for both, for Peppino: Stage fright, anxiety, overstimilation, hyperactivity, having to deal with shortness, constantly biting his toungue due to nod being used to speacking with a bucktooth, and having to be mean and on "character".

And for Noise, The stress of running a restaurant, paying taxes, dealing with mean costumers, people saying his pizza sucks, HAVING to make pizza, his aching back and newfound selfawareness due to his big gut.

yeah, pretty bad...

Peppino and Noisette returned to the Pizzeria and found Gustavo and Noise, Gus and Noisette oferred themselfs to make something to eat for the two of them, while they waited they talked about the struggles the other lived, Peppino talked about how streessed he felt and that his newfound hyperactivity wanted to punch something, noise felt the same...

Thats when it clicked, for Noise and Peppino fighting was oddly stress-reliffing, so Peppino playfully grabbed a Pizza and said in a Noise-like voice: "Well, well, this Pizzeria is looking a liiiiiiiittle too clean" and so another fight unraveld

"Well, somethings never change" Gustavo said to Noisette, suddenly Brick squeacked at Gustavo, he found a cure!

Gustavo: "Good news! Brick found a cure!"

Peppino: "Really? Well what is it?

Noise: "Yeah give it to us!!"

Noisette: "umm, you two are not going to like it"

Gus and Noisette both suddenly pulled two hammers out of their hammerspaces nad hited Peppino and Noise in the head leaving them unconsious.

Next morning everything was back to normal and another fight was going on, suddenly interrupted by a phone ringhing, it was Pepperman calling Peppino, he was confused but he answer it along side Noise.

Pepperman?: "Umm howdy Peppino, sumthin' just happend"

Vigilante?: "Yeah!! and something absolutely outrageous!!"

as it Turned out, Pepperman and Vigil were going thru the same

Peppino and Noise looked at each other incredulously as the Episode rolled to the credits.

#pizza tower #character: peppino #character: the noise

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pluviacuratio · 6 months

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@acemuses || ♫

{ ♪ } -- It always startled her when she heard someone else respond to her Italian mutterings in kind. Looking up, her expression softened when she saw the man who had helped her before. She couldn't quite remember getting his name, but that was fine. He was kind enough that she wasn't going to stress that much about it for now.

"That's very kind of you, amico, but I don't want to take your jacket from you. Especially since it's so cold... I don't really have the time, but I suppose I'll just have to go home and change."

Her shoulders sagged a bit and she sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm more worried that I insulted the pigs than that piece of garbage..."

#acemuses #► sometimes i need a little sunshine (modern)#♣ i'll cover you! (queue)

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lunamagicablu · 9 months

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Quando desideri entrare a casa di un conoscente, che sia un parente o un amico, bussi alla porta, suoni il citofono o il campanello. E immagino che tu ti assicuri che la tua visita sia cosa gradita e non improvvisa, magari fai una telefonata per avvisare del tuo arrivo… Questo accade perché hai rispetto degli spazi altrui, ne riconosci i confini e non li valichi senza il permesso di chi li abita. Perché, dunque, dovrebbe essere diverso con un bosco o un luogo naturale? Anche quegli ambienti posseggono confini, regole, limiti e padroni di casa, anche se non sono come li concepirebbe la nostra umana mentalità. Boschi, radure, montagne, praterie hanno una loro logica che sfugge alle nostre menti razionali, ma questo non ci giustifica a non rispettarla. Ci sono luoghi che non vogliono essere visitati, che non amano presenze esterne. Esistono pieghe della natura che si richiudono in se stesse perché hanno bisogno di ricucire ferite invisibili, di guarire energie sottili che noi avvertiamo solo in rari casi… Eppure ci arroghiamo spesso il diritto di volere e potere arrivare ovunque, anche dove non saremmo ben accetti. E’ possibile riconoscere questi tratti di foresta o di natura, anche se servono occhi attenti e cuore aperto. Mel www.spondediboscomadre.com ************************* When you want to enter the home of an acquaintance, be it a relative or a friend, you knock on the door, ring the intercom or the bell. And I imagine that you make sure that your visit is pleasant and not sudden, maybe you make a phone call to notify you of your arrival… This happens because you have respect for other people's spaces, you recognize their boundaries and you don't cross them without the permission of those who inhabits. Why, then, should it be any different with a forest or a natural place? Even those environments have borders, rules, limits and hosts, even if they are not as our human mentality would conceive them. Woods, clearings, mountains, prairies have their own logic that escapes our rational minds, but this does not justify us not respecting it. There are places that don't want to be visited, that don't like external presences. There are folds of nature that close in on themselves because they need to mend invisible wounds, to heal subtle energies that we feel only in rare cases... Yet we often claim the right to want and be able to get anywhere, even where we would not be welcome. It is possible to recognize these traits of forest or nature, even if you need attentive eyes and an open heart. Mel www.spondediboscomadre.com

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gengamer110 · 5 months

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Amico Home Comes To Amazon

Another designated email was sent to (former) backers of the Intellivision Amico, where two key announcements were made. ”Dart Frenzy” is now available, and Amico Home has come to the Amazon store and products. The third and final announcement, was the Discord account. As I said in the last post, “Amico Home,” is now the Amico. Once again, in this email, there is no mention of the…

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#amazon #Amico #amico home #Intellivision Amico

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phantomdoofer · 7 months

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Chapter 10: Moving Day

Not every day I get to talk to a dead man.

Giuseppe typed the last few bits of information into his report, saved the file, then emailed it to the required parties. The interview with Fake had been illuminating, to say the least. While it didn't give them any information on the psychopath's whereabouts, it had given them a lot of insight into his actions... and his mental state. He really is a sadistic nutjob. Vivisection, murder, torture... the clone had curled up like a ball of string towards the end, the memories terrifying them. But they were determined to get the story out.

Giuseppe leaned back. Almost want to cancel my retirement, just to try to find this bastardo. He shook his head. He was tired of doing this job, burned out.

It's in good hands. Just relax, Sepp, the voice of his old friend whispered in the back of his head.

He smiled. Still the voice of reason, eh, amico?

He'd finalized his new apartment's lease just the day before, a little place on the outskirts of the village. His pension was more than enough to live comfortably on, but he knew he'd have to find something to do. I'll go nuts otherwise! He'd thought about seeing if he could get some lessons from Peppino, but he hadn't brought it up yet. Let him get used to the whole thing first.

He sighed and looked around. Most of his possessions were packed already, being shipped. They'd thrown him a retirement party yesterday. While he'd smiled and drank and laughed, it had saddened him just how few faces he recognized. My generation's almost totally gone. Either dead or retired already. It was a big part of why he'd decided to retire to the village - having Mama and Pino nearby would be comforting. Shit, forgot, I'll need a vehicle of some kind. He shook his head ruefully. Getting old, Sepp. That should be proof enough it's time to step aside. Go for a less high-stakes life.

He pushed away from his desk and stood. He ran a hand across the wood, etched with years of scratches and wear. At least they said I could be an on-call advisor.

He snapped the laptop closed, and strode out the door. One last report, then we move on.

Giuseppe couldn't decide if he was more happy or sad about it.

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Giuseppe waved to the movers as they drove away. His desk had been the last piece of furniture to move. This was home, now.

Now what?

He stared at the pile of boxes and bags. For thirty years, his whole life had been planned out, regimented. Now he had nothing but time. The idea was... daunting. Scary, even.

Despite himself, Giuseppe felt a twinge of panic starting to rise. He tried his normal breathing exercises, but they didn't seem to help. He looked out a window. It was a gloomy, dreary day, promising rain later. I need something to do. Now. Besides be here.

He looked at his watch. 1115. Peppino's should be open.

He quickly grabbed his keys and left.

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Peppino was holding up the counter. The dreary weather was slowing down customers today, afraid of getting rained on. Gustavo was in the kitchen. Fake was mopping, whistling happily to themselves.

Peppino tapped his fingers on the counter. I need something to do.

Suddenly the door opened, and Giuseppe came in. Barged in, more like. The man looked upset. "Buongiorno, fratello. Something bothering you?"

The other man sat at the counter across from Peppino. "Decided I needed company. My retirement went official yesterday. I've got an apartment full of stuff and no desire to work on it."

Peppino sat up. "And you-a came here instead? I can't say it's much-a better here. Business is slow so far today." He shrugged. "Feel free to stay, of course, but it probably won't-a be exciting."

Giuseppe looked antsy. Was he always this jumpy? He acting more like - like me. Then Peppino chastised himself. Of course he is. He IS me. "Seppe, something else is-a bothering you. I can tell." Peppino leaned over. "Need to talk?"

Giuseppe hunched over. "More like walk."

Peppino called to the back. "Ay, Gustavo, mind watching the shop for a bit? I need to step-a out for a while."

Gustavo's cheerful voice came back. "Nessun problema, amico. I'm really just puttering around back here."

Giuseppe's eye twitched. Gustavo, Peppino thought. "Grazie, Gustavo, I'll be back shortly."

The two men stood up and walked out.

As they walked, Peppino looked at his brother. Giuseppe had his hands in his pockets, and he obviously wanted to go faster.

It's like he's running from something. Hmm. Running. There's an idea.

He ran a bit ahead of Giuseppe and stopped. "You-a know, ever since I met you I've-a wanted to see which of us was faster." He grinned challengingly. "Think you can keep up, Seppe?" Then he turned and took off.

Giuseppe grinned. "You're on, fratellino," and started running.

Peppino grinned even bigger as he accelerated. Villagers gasped and clutched their belongings as he zipped past, wind whipping in his wake. He hadn't had a desire to cut loose like this in months. He glanced behind - Giuseppe was way behind. He called back over his shoulder. "All-a that desk work got you-a slow, old man!" He laughed. He reached the end of town and, with no more fear of property damage, he accelerated.

He glanced behind him. Wait, is he gaining on me?? Giuseppe was slowly but surely catching up, smiling.

Giuseppe started laughing. "You're out of shape, fratellino!" He pulled up beside his brother, flashing him a toothy grin and giving him the finger as he pulled ahead.

Peppino pushed a bit harder, accelerating but still not quite keeping up. How is he so damn fast?? Both men's shoes screeched as they turned to avoid the oncoming cliff. Pepperman was outside his cliffside studio, painting another seascape. They had just enough time to hear a cry of indignation as his painting was whipped away by the force of their wake.

Peppino saw they were approaching the Tower ruins. He's got me on top speed, but I think I've got him on acceleration. Time to show him some tricks!

As they entered the debris field, Giuseppe slowed down to have room to maneuver. Not sure my shield will take plowing through some of this mess. He glanced over and saw Peppino hurtle up a wall, hop across several pillars, dive down, and immediately blast forward. Shit, he's got me there. And I'm out of practice on wall-running. Gonna have to risk it! He charged at a wall, lowering his shoulder into it and pushing his speed as high as he could.

BRAM

The wall burst into shards, Giuseppe laughing as he crashed through. He looked ahead and saw Peppino glance back. He was laughing too. Then Peppino casually ran up another wall, backwards this time, giving Giuseppe the finger as he did. Showoff! He lowered his head and plowed through several walls, as Peppino hurtled across the tops.

Peppino looked down and grinned. His head's as hard as mine. His smile turned malicious. But how's his balance? He jumped, spun, and altered his momentum so he plunged straight down. "INCOMING!" he yelled.

Giuseppe looked up and had just enough time to look surprised before Peppino's impact knocked him off his feet. Damn! Didn't expect that! Before he could get back to speed, Peppino had already blasted ahead, heading back towards the village. Gotta get him on the straightaway! Push it! Despite the fact the was losing, he was enjoying this immensely. Haven't gotten to cut loose like this in years!

Peppino looked back. Giuseppe was grinning maniacally, slowly but surely catching up. Not enough distance left to catch up, though! His heart was racing. Most fun I've had in ages! He pushed as hard as he could, determined to show Giuseppe up. Come on, faster! Faster! If he can do it, so can you!

Suddenly, Peppino heard a loud BOOM behind him and Giuseppe blew past him. The shield blocked a shockwave. Did he just break the actual goddamn sound barrier??

Giuseppe skidded as he tried to stop, shoes smoking as he slowed down. Peppino slowed as well. At these speeds we'd be through a house before we realized it! Finally they stopped just outside the village, where surprisingly, several villagers were gathered, cheering. Naturally, Noisette was at the front. "We saw you two take off! Everyone's been watching! That was great!"

The villagers agreed. "Should've told us, we'd have put up bets!" One said. The others laughed and nodded.

Both men looked sheepish. "It, eh, wasn't-a... planned, it was just... kind of a... spur-of-a-the-moment... thing," Peppino panted.

Noisette laughed. "Next time set it up! That was fun to watch! We can put up cameras, we couldn't see while you two were up at the Tower! We heard it, though!"

As the villagers chattered, Peppino looked at his brother. He seemed a bit winded, but he grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

Peppino grinned. Maybe that burned off some of that energy. He walked over and slapped his brother on the back. "Mio Dio, fratello, how did you get that fast?"

Giuseppe laughed. "When you have a pack of demons on your ass, you learn to push a bit." He stood up. "You know, that's something we could do together - you're the only one that can keep up with me around here. You want to do some running training?"

Peppino thought, and nodded. "Sì, sounds like fun! I have-a to beat you, after all! I've-a got a reputation to maintain!"

The two men shook hands, and the villagers cheered.

~~~~

They walked into Peppino's, chatting and laughing. Gustavo was standing at the counter, arms crossed, with a sly expression. Suddenly they both started shuffling and hem-ing like a pair of kids caught with their hand in a cookie jar. "I heard what happened. It's all over town. Have a good run, you two?" He smiled.

Peppino scratched his head. "W-well, Gustavo, I just-a thought Seppe needed to blow off-a some steam and-"

"And you two held an impromptu high-speed dick-measuring contest for the entire town to watch," Gustavo interrupted, "and broke the sound barrier while doing it."

Giuseppe blushed. "Yeah, sorry, got a little carried away..."

Gustavo laughed. "Mio Dio, you two are terrible! But everyone's talking about it now. We got a dozen customers in here just from people who were watching your little stunt!"

Peppino perked up. "R-really? But where are-a they?"

Gustavo grinned maliciously. "They left. They're out wandering while they wait for their orders to be made. Now get back there, Peppino! Affrettarsi! I'll keep watching the counter! Giuseppe, why don't you watch? I know you're interested."

Both men looked at each other, grinned, shrugged, and went in the kitchen. Shortly Gustavo heard the sounds of tossed crusts and a lot of questions. There was a plop, a string of Italian curses, and a roll of Peppino laughing.

Gustavo nodded. Those two needed some time. And more. The door jingled as a customer came in. "Buonasera, welcome to Peppino's! Can I take your order?"

~~~~

After closing the pizzeria, Giuseppe had talked Peppino into stopping to get a few drinks. After recent events, Peppino was feeling a lot safer about such things. Have to watch myself, though. Always. So they'd taken them back to Peppino's apartment.

Peppino grinned. They were both gloriously drunk, but unlike the old days, he wasn't drinking to forget. It was... nice. Like old times. Giuseppe was good company.

Giuseppe grinned drunkenly at his brother. "Pino, I got a lotta scars, but I never asked you about any of yours. What you got for me?"

"Well-a course, I've-a got this beauty." He lifted up his shirt, revealing a massive scar right at his ribcage on the left side. He turned, and a similar one matched it on his back.

Giuseppe whistled appreciatively. "That's a nice one! Is that the one that put you out?"

"Yep! This is-a one that almost got me." He poked the center of the scar. "Shattered two ribs an-a I lost part of my lung. I huff and puff ever since, no matter the shape I'm in." He pointed at his right side, where a long line ran from back to front. "This-a one's funnier, though. Squadmate was so busy tryin' to shoot some stronzo he shot me instead! Hurt like hell, but didn'-a do much."

Giuseppe laughed. "So how badly did you beat his ass?"

Peppino laughed. "Well, I was gonna afterwards, but the rest of the squad did it for me! The didn'-a like the cook and medic getting hurt for no reason." He spread his fingers, pointing at a splay of smaller ones just above that one. "Shrapnel. Got-a those all over. Damn bombs would spray-a shit everywhere." He pulled his shirt down, then pointed at various spots on his arms, legs and torso. "Everywhere. Surprised I don't-a jingle."

Giuseppe pointed at various places on his own person. "Same, fratellino, same!"

Peppino leaned over, grinning wickedly. "What about-a you, fratello? I know about-a the neck one, and the face one, but have any-a good ones?"

"Several." Giuseppe, stood up, and pulled the back of his pants down. Clearly visible on both butt cheeks was a pattern of scars.

Peppino burst out laughing. "Oh Mio Dio! How inna hell did-a that one happen?"

Giuseppe grinned as he sat down. "Gustavo! We were in trainin' to handle demolitions and he distracted Anita without meanin' to. She set the timer for 3 seconds 'stead of 30! I barely had time t'get us away before it blew! Still got my ass scorched." He laughed. "Gustavo got his ass scorched a different way, course. Major was furious."

"I bet!" Peppino said. "Funny thing is, I got one like that too, in-a same place!" He stood, turned, and also dropped his pants a bit, showing a strikingly similar set of scars. "Happened in the Tower. Some deep-a part of the place, Pizzahead had sauce pools hot as-a hell. Crazy pepper man with a sword knocked me down and-a my ass went right in. Burned right through my pants. Never stood up so fast in-a my life!"

Giuseppe slapped the table laughing. "That's a good one! Where'd you find a new pair?"

Peppino laughed. "I didn't! Not right away, anyway. Ran whole rest of-a the dungeon with my ass hanging out!"

Both men laughed uproariously.

Giuseppe then lifted his own shirt, showing a long series of claw marks on his left side. Peppino eyed them. "Looks familiar. Talpa?"

"Got it in one!" He mimed a set of claws raking the area. "Lil' bastardo snuck up on me from the side, right where the armor I had at the time didn't cover. Hurt like hell."

Peppino pointed at his nose. "Got some the same way right here. I was being an idiot-a and offered to help one. Lil' shit clawed me in return." He fingered his nose, which popped alarmingly. "This one, though? Football. Ogre on-a the other team decided my face needed rearranging. He knock-a my helmet off, broke my cheekbone and nose. I got him back, though. Punched three of his teeth out!"

"Ha!" Giuseppe slapped Peppino on the back. "Good one!" Then he pointed at a puckered scar right beside his navel. "Speaking of hurtin' like hell, this one took me out fer a couple months. Had to stitch me up inside and out."

Peppino winced. Gut wounds were notoriously painful. "How'd-a that one happen?"

Giuseppe took a long drink, then shrugged. "Y'know, I don' really remember. It was durin' the war sometime, an' Gustavo got so worried he accidentally overdosed me a little on painkillers. Don't remember a damn thing 'bout it, 'cept pain. Woke up in the med ward a week later."

Peppino sighed. "It's-a been so long since I could talk about this with-a anyone besides Gustavo. An' he just-a changes the subject." He sighed again. "I think it-a bothers him, more-a than he admits."

Giuseppe dropped his shirt and sat back down. "We shouldn' forget like that. It's part of us. An' it helps us remember." He yawned, then held up a beer. "To the ones we lost!" He slurred.

Peppino clinked his own bottle against his brother's. "To the ones we lost." They both drank, and Peppino looked down at the table. The ones we lost. It had been so long since he could see their faces clearly. And yet, he found, right now, he could. The looks of hate and condemnation were absent for once. Instead, he remembered them as they had been - laughing, drinking, patting each other on the back and telling jokes. Peppino smiled.It's good to see you again, i miei amici.

He looked up. "Seppe, I-"

Peppino realized his brother was asleep, face down on the table, snoring drunkenly across from him. He drooled just a little, but he was smiling in his sleep.

Peppino smiled. He stood up, wobbled unsteadily across the room on legs gone treacherously rubbery on him, and grabbed a blanket and pillow. He draped the blanket across his brother, put the pillow under his head, and patted his back. It was nice to have someone he could show a bit of familial affection to. He lurched to his couch, turned off the lamp, and laid down. His brother's snores rang from the darkness.

Peppino smiled, his head full of pleasant fuzz and happy visions for once, as he drifted off.

#my stuff #pizzatower #peppino spaghetti #pizza tower #peppino #pizza tower fanfic #pizza tower au #peppino pizza tower #giuseppe spaghetti #tower town au

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onecoolcatlover · 9 days

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Training into Romance

This is a modern Au with all assassins in modern times. Kadar is alive and mail has both arms. No one is dead.

You were a huge fan of assassins creed before actually joining the brotherhood. You had a massive Board on Pinterest. One day you were scrolling on Pinterest. You were curled up on on of the couches in the headquarters living room. Then you saw the pin.

It was Malik. He was shirtless and lying down. He still had pants on mind you but he had an almost suductive look on his face. Not mention the six pack and lean but muscular arms. You stared for a few minutes and your cheeks were pink.

“Hello, y/n” you looked up and saw your crush fully dressed and slightly smiling at you. Your eyes quickly widen and your turned off your phone and dashed out of the room in embarrassment.

Weird, he thought. She’s usally happy to see me. He walked into the dining area and found Kadar, Desmond and Ezio eating some popcorn.

Does… y/n seem strange to you lately? He asked.

Kadar turned his head. “is she sick? “His ocean blue eyes open wide with concern. “No…. She’s just acting strange. “Malik replied. “In what way mi amico?” Asked Ezio mouth full with a popcorn. “ she keeps dashing from me when we used to be good freinds. Her face is always pink when she does it.” Malik frowned. “Is she afraid of me?” Ezio and Dezmond stopped chewing immediately and glanced at each other with a smirk. Desmond spoke first: “ oh it’s anything but that….”

-Meanwhile-

You finally went to the home theater room. You stopped to catch your breath. Kassandra was there. “Hey y/n what’s wrong?” You haul yourself over to the sofa where she was sitting. “Well…. Can you keep a secret?” You ask, hesitant to tell her. “Sure” she replied smoothly. “ don’t judge but I have a crush on Malik.” You said blushing red.She smirked “ oh so that’s why you keep avoiding him. Why you just ask him out?” Questioned your freind. What?? Nope!! He will Probly reject me! I’m weird!”

—-

What wait? Malik was so confused. Desmond chuckled. Do you have feeling for y/n? Malik blushed pink, “….yes she’s so beautiful and sweet.” Kadar chipped in “ you should tell her! She’d be so happy!” Malik covered his face as his blush deepened. “What? How do I do that??” Ezio smirked, “don’t worry Malik I’ll be your wingman. They don’t call me the rizz master for nothing. Here’s the plan…”

15 min later.

Kassandra had left the room. You were still on the sofa collecting your thoughts. Then Ezio walked in. You turned around to face him. “Oh hey Ezio, what’s up?” Ezio smiled at you. “Not much, Malik wanted me to ask you to join him for training today.” Oh, um I’ll meet him then thanks!” You slowly get up and make your way to the training zone outside.

The sun would set soon. Your walk outside to find Malik in a secluded corner. You had also switched clothes to a T-shirt and shorts. He was wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans.“Hello Habibti. “You were so confused. That wasn’t your name. And then you remember what that word meant: darling. “Hello… Malik….. you respond quietly. “Let’s begin stretching.”

You found a spot on the ground and began doing yoga like stretches.

Mailk then tore off the hoodie. You glanced at him. Then he slowing pulled off his shirt and your mouth dropped. He looked even bigger than the fanart. You were blushing hard.. and then he tossed his shirt in front of you.

He then dropped to the ground. He was doing one armed push ips in front of you. Then he got up and offered you a hand. You took it, still dumbfounded about this whole thing. He pulled you up with his right hand and midway he wrapped his left arm around your waist. He pulled you close and smiled. He then let both of his hands rest on your hips. You don’t know what overcame you but you placed your hands on his back.

“ Y/n, I did not asked for you to come here to train,” you eyes widen but you say nothing. He then moves his hands. His left hand on the middle of your back and his right up to your face. He swished a few locs of your h/c hair out of your face. And then brought it to cup your cheek. “Y/n I’m in love with you. Do you feel the same?” I do! You stammered out.

The sun sat in the sky as you shared your very first kiss with your new boyfriend.

#assassin's creed #malik al sayf #kassandra of sparta #desmond miles #kadar al sayf #ezio auditore #Ezio is a rizz master #x reader #malik al sayf x reader

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almostpleasantrebel · 30 days

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Dozens of Songs Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @thebiwifeonao3 for the dozens of songs tag game!!! Here’s how to play. Also I’m sorry for how much M*A*S*H is on this.

step one:

so here's the game: 12 songs you've recently listened to (include a lyric that you like maybe), 12 ships (can be solo or platonic, dw) (hard mode: from 12 fandoms???) that the songs loosely make you think of, & tag 12 people to do the same.

easy mode: do half a dozen instead idk

here's a fun idea: you could even listen to the playlist from the person who tagged you to use some/all of their song picks!!

step two:

whether you've been tagged or not, you can send an ask with the song & pairing and create a work based on the idea. And the theme of 12 is fun so could be 12 characters, words, paragraphs, chapters, anything!

profit!!! (have fun & maybe end up reading some new fic!)

Songs and ships under the read more thingy

1. XXL (LANY) — Margaret Houlihan/Lorraine Anderson, M*A*S*H

Backseat secrets we will never tell

2. Apocalypse (Cigarettes After Sex) — Margaret Houlihan/Helen Whitfield, M*A*S*H

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

3. She Looks So Perfect (5 Seconds Of Summer) — Margaret Houlihan/Hawkeye Pierce, M*A*S*H

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

4. Only You (Yaz) — Elizabeth Corday/Anna Del Amico, ER

All I needed was the love you gave all I needed for another day and all I ever knew only you

5. At The Ballet (Kelly Bishop, Nancy Lane & Kay Cole) — Margaret Houlihan, M*A*S*H

Everything was beautiful at the ballet. Graceful men lift lovely girls in white. Yes, everything was beautiful at ballet. Hey! I was happy... at the ballet. That's why I started class... Up a steep and very narrow stairway. To the voice like a metronome. Up a steep and very narrow stairway. It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... But it was home.

6. Trouble (Kristin Hersh) — Abigail Marjorie Lockhart, ER

Trouble oh trouble can't you see you have made me a wreck now won't you leave me in my misery

7. Summer, Highland Falls (Billy Joel) — Elizabeth Corday/Mark Greene, ER

For we are always what our situations hand us

8. Miss Atomic Bomb (The Killers) — Margaret Houlihan/Trapper John McIntyre, M*A*S*H

All that I wanted was a little touch, a little tenderness and truth, I didn't ask for much, no talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time

9. Until The World Ends (Arch Tremors feat. Lollo Gardtman) — Margaret Houlihan & B.J. Hunnicutt, M*A*S*H

And you are safe with me until the world ends

10. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (The Smiths) — Margaret Houlihan/Peggy Bigelow, M*A*S*H

Take me out tonight where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive driving in your car I never, never want to go home because I haven't got one anymore

11. Father and Son (Cat Stevens) — Margaret Houlihan & Alvin Houlihan, M*A*S*H

How can I try to explain? When I do he turns away again It's always been the same same old story from the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen, now there's a way and I know that I have to go away I know I have to go

12. Remember Me (Lullaby) ((Gael García Bernal, Gabriella Flores & Libertad García Fonzi)) — Henry Blake/Lorraine Blake, M*A*S*H

Remember me though I have to say goodbye remember me, don't let it make you cry for even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Tags: @remyfire @mercysong-tardis @cuddleswinchester @allcanonisrelative and anyone else who would like to participate

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