#like balkan kids at a wedding

[lil-vibes]

one of my personal skk hc is that they fall asleep on top of eachother. like, think of laundry on the floor. just crumpled on top one another, in the most ungodly angles imaginable. single chairs, floors, the back of an alleyway - it doesnt matter they are OUT like a light

#literal sleeping together #and its deep sleep too #like balkan kids at a wedding #something something they find deep comfort and safety in eo something something #the ada takes one look at them and all of their bones start aching #skk WILL complain after they wake up and promptly do it again two day later #im a sucker for old; domestic; soft habbits when it comes to these two #also they shared an apartment at some point in pm and ull pry that hc out of my cold dead hands #soft #skk headcanons #skk #bsd #dazai #chuuya my love #personal hc #my hc

[the-realest-spot-conlon]

I love those wss tumblr Rp's so in tribute of that I'm sharing my headcanons for the wss characters

Riff: despite Riff being a part of the jets and being in a gang and shit, he knows how to treat women. Like when he's with a girl (or guy, lookin at you Tony) he will go all out to surprise her and treat her like the absolute queen she (or king, looking at you tony) is. He also is the kind of person who is scared to love at first because of all he's lost, but once he falls in love he falls down like 85 flights of stairs metaphorically for them. I also think he like just really likes donuts. No explanation for that. He just gives me a donut-lover kind of vibe.

Tony: Tony is a hopeless romantic. He lies awake at night wondering what it's like to fall in love until he does. He has all these little fantasies planned out, he dreams about his wedding, etc. He sees an old couple walking together on the street and pictures them as him and his future spouse.

Graziella: Graziella is the kind of person who's nice until she's not. She'll be the sweetest girl ever one minute, offering you a drink, giving up her seat on the train for an old lady, but the minute you mess with her loved ones, she'll fuck you up. She will literslly not hold back like your ass will be cooked and locked in a basement or some shit (you best know she knows how to hide a dead body) and then she'll help the authorities look for your body. She is also the kind of person who has a major rbf but is actually nice when you meet them.

Baby John: baby John may seem more innocent and like a kid on the outside, but in the reality he's just as valuable to the gang as anyone else. He can fit in small spaces, he's sneaky, etc. So the jets use him to pull pranks on the Sharks and shit. He also likes to steal small thinks like candy bars off those street stands.

Balkan: alright so yall know how when Gee Officer Krupke starts and Balkan is like "I want no part in this," but eventually gives in? He's an ambivert. He'll go out with his friends if they invite him, but his ideal Friday night might vary between partying hard with strangers or just sitting alone but not lonely at home maybe with a newspaper to read. Also hwar me out Balkan has an astigmatism but is insecure about wearing the glasses, but at night when he can barely see because of the street lights, he'll take out the old pair he got from Valentina.

who's headcanon do yall want next?

#West side story #Graziella #Riff #Tony #Balkan #Baby John #newsies

[night-rhea]

Big question!!!!

What would Night serve Samantha as a Meal, when Sam ask them for a typical turkish meal?

*overexcited noices* @samshogwarts I HOPE SHE İS READY BECAUSE NİGHT GONNA PREPARE WHOLE BİG DİNNER FOR HER JFJLFMFMMFMFMF I think you will find these, a bit romantic. In a very different way. Turks loves to eat okay, really l o v e s.

We should start with a beautiful soup. Tarhana Çorbası (tarhana soup)! @cres-aragon come quickly its Cres's fave soup!

"This is a soup that’s made and eaten at home. It’s a comforting, winter family staple. It’s what parents make and send to their kids who are away at uni or working away from home, just so they can be sure their offspring are at least eating one wholesome sensible meal occasionally."

Another famous Turkish dish, Dolma is next!

Maybe calling it turkish dish is wrong? Pff im not really sure. Wikipedia says it comes from Ottoman, but now it also means Balkan's knows that too!

"Dolma is a family of stuffed dishes from Ottoman cuisine that can be served warm or cold. Some types of dolma are made with whole vegetables, fruit, offal or seafood, while others are made by wrapping leaves, most commonly grape or cabbage leaves, around the filling. These wrapped dolma are sometimes called sarma."

"Dolma is divided into two groups: dolma without meat and dolma with olive oil. Those without meat and cooked with olive oil are called yalanci, meaning imitation.

Meat dolmas must always include rice, or sometimes bulgur. As explorer Pietro della Valle wrote, "If it doesn't contain rice, it is not a Turkish dish." Nevertheless, the end result is always the same–delicious and flavorful stuffed rolls of grape leaves."

And you h a v e to eat dolma with Turkish Yoghurt aka Yoğurt. No, its not like the ones you know.

(DAMN im so hungry now...)

"Once you cultivate an appreciation for plain yogurt you will have a hard time eating the sweet, fruity varieties, although they too are available in most urban areas. Turkish yogurt is so rich and creamy it more resembles sour cream.

Some varieties are sold with a thick layer of cream or skin on top, called 'kaymak.'"

Next? Mantı!

aAh my beloved mantı... yes its also yoghurt you see top of it.

"Manti, which is also referred to as Turkish ravioli may vary in size and shape depending on the region from which it comes. They may be boiled, steamed, baked or fried, but the recipe itself is fairly standard. A classic pasta dough is rolled out and filled with a mince of either lamb or beef and onions and spices then folded and cooked. It is then served topped with a garlicky yogurt sauce and sprinkled with sumac, red pepper, oregano or mint.

The making of manti is nothing short of a family affair. Ladies get together rolling, filling and folding these dumplings, spending hours gossiping about the latest news. Aunts and sisters, mothers and daughters, the making of manti is a group effort. Especially if the dish is being served to celebrate a wedding or engagement. However, it would be just as common to make for the family dinner. While dried manti is sold in little shops and at neighborhood bazaars, there is nothing more comforting than homemade manti, it’s almost certainly the extra infusion of gossip that ishomemade manti’s secret ingredient."

You can be sure Night will have one of the best homemade mantı's ever fufufu

My inner chef said Sammy should taste Kısır too. Baş üstüne Chef! (Hai hai chef)

"Traditionally kisir is made with bulgur wheat, if you are avoiding gluten, you might want to use quinoa, millet or even rice instead. Kisir is one of these dishes that tastes even better the day after so it’s great for making a big batch in advance and bringing it into work the next day. If, like me, you like mezze-style meals kisir makes a great addition to any mezze.

Its zingy, spicy, and fresh taste will excite your palate and its vibrant colours will brighten up your table."

Hey Sammy, wanna something cold to drink? heres your Ayran! (It pronounce exactly like "I run." ) Another yoghurt in our dinner XD

"By diluting plain yogurt with water and adding salt, you have created ayran. It is a very simple and very delicious drink which is served ubiquitously throughout Turkey. Common with meat or pizza sort meals, ayran is not often offered with seafood because of some superstitious about a negative reaction occurring in your intestines."

Are you full yet Sammy? Good! You ate so much didnt you? Youre lucky we are in the end!

Now we can have one of the best sweet in the world! Baklava!

"The recipe may sound too easy to be true: chopped nuts are spread in between the phyllo (yufka) layers, dressed with butter, baked and sweetened with syrup or honey. But the excellence depends on the quality of the flour, the thinness of the dough (phyllo) and the proportion of the syrup."

And here something kinda funny:

"There was a special reason for baklava being a favorite among the wealthy families and the Ottoman Sultans with their large harems. Pistachio and honey were the two prime elements and when consumed regularly they were believed to be aphrodisiacs. Cloves of two spices, cinnamon for females and cardamom for males, were added to increase the aphrodisiac effect of the pastry."

See? Its a sweet of riches XD

Every quality Turkish meal must end with tea, and you will be suprised how it will help your stomach after all the things you just ate ✨

The thing about Turkish meals is, not eating in hurry. I said Turks loves to eat right? Mostly, we love to eat together. Even if you were so busy with eating to talk, when your tea and baklava comes i can guarantee you, you will have such a lovely and warm time with the ones youre with!

Afiyet olsun! (Bon Apetite!)

#I cant believe i writw whole long ass post XD #IM SO HUNGRY RN 😭😭😭😭 #Now say... Would Sammy prepare dinner for Night too? :3 #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #night rhea #samantha o'connell #Turkish meals from Night

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

EBTKS scene/snippet

A bunch of you guessed that my WiFi network names come from Brooklyn Nine Nine and The Wedding Singer respectively, so check below the cut for a full (short) scene from the next chapter of EBTKS

Hours pass.

A brief and heated FIFA tournament is held in the den upstairs.

A pepperoni pizza is consumed.

The sun goes down, they neck a few beers, a bottle of Balkan 176 is removed from the freezer, and at some point in the night that bottle finds itself empty, while James finds himself lying on his bed fully clothed, and with a bloodied tissue stuffed up each of his nostrils.

Sirius is on the floor somewhere, though James only knows this because he can still hear him talking.

"I don't hate change," he's saying. "That's just a myth."

James frowns at the ceiling. He's been thinking about the green paint splotches on those worn, clinging jeans, wondering how they got there, what Evans had been doing at the time, so he hasn't got a clue what Sirius is talking about. 

"What?" he murmurs. "You mean like—change like coins? From a cash register?"

"No, you twat."

"Five pence pieces?"

"I'm talking about change in life."

"But you do hate that kind of change."

"I don't," says Sirius sulkily. He is lying, because wanting things to stay exactly the same forever is an integral part of his being, which is why he refuses to use brands that have ever changed names in the past. James has to go without the quilted comfort of Cushelle toilet paper because of that bastard. "I just want all of the specific things I want and I remember and I like never to change. Everything else can change, who gives a fuck? But what about Woolworths?"

"What?"

"Where the fuck did Woolworths go?"

"I've no idea what you're talking about," James admits to the ceiling.

"Thick head's filled with women, is why."

James gasps his deep offense and sits up, his tissue paper dangling from his nose. Sirius is lying on the floor beneath the window with his feet propped up against the wall. At least, James thinks he is, because he's lost his glasses somewhere and he can't make out anything clearly that's not less than six inches in front of his face. "It's not filled with women!"

"Filled."

"Half-filled!"

"Get over it. She's gone. Woolworths is gone."

"So?"

"So find something else to do," says Sirius. "No more women."

James glares at the shadow-shrouded lump on the floor that currently comprises his friend. It's all well and good for Sirius, who would rather have his scrotum waxed and pounded with a meat mallet than ever be one half of a couple. Sirius doesn't have to deal with the trials and tribulations of romance, doesn't have to date, never wastes an evening repeatedly checking his phone to see if his text has been read and returned, doesn't know how it feels to have his heart crushed like a beetle underfoot, but James knows, because James wants a wife and kids one day, and a wife and kids means dating. James is a grizzled veteran of love. Young as he is, he has been through the wars and lost. Repeatedly. To the exact same woman every time, which is what makes it all so embarrassing.

"No more women," he tentatively repeats, testing the way it sounds.

"Nothing but freedom here," Sirius seconds.

"No more women," says James again. "Done with women. First Cath and now Lily," he spits, firing the name from his lips with as much spite as he can muster, and it's sort of funny that he can say it, Lily, like she's someone who takes up space within the sphere of his existence, like there's a familiarity between them. Something or anything. Lily. Like he knows her. It's somehow very naughty to say it, like calling a teacher by their first name, but Sirius isn't going to snitch on him. He can say whatever he likes, safe in his own home where she can't get him. "They fix your boilers and you think they're not gonna break your heart but then they—'' He stifles a burp. Acid is bubbling in his stomach, sending pain shooting to the centre of his chest. "They go and break it anyway."  

Sirius lets out a loud, snorting laugh. "What?"

"What?"

"But you didn't fuck the other one."

James yanks the tissue paper out of his nose. "What?"

"You didn't...pursue that Lily bint."

"Right," James agrees, frowning. "Right. I didn't. But still—"

"No but still, I don't get your point."

"Because you're drunk."

"Not as drunk as you."

"There isn't—shut up," he huffily admonishes, and Sirius starts to cackle like one of the witches in Macbeth, which is fitting, because Lily Evans is probably holed up in a gingerbread cottage somewhere, sacrificing toddlers and brewing up curses in a cauldron. James hates her and she's stupid and she wasn't really sorry, not very deep down, not in her heart of hearts.

Anyway, Lily Evans is a witch who consumes the flesh of children to maintain her youth and beauty. She has powers that make him want her. He'd never choose it. James doesn't even care what she thinks, and if his head was clamped between her thighs he wouldn't have to listen anyway.

He should have had that wank.

"It's s'posed to mean you're horny," he remarks aloud, examining the blood-soaked tissue that's clenched between his fingers.

Sirius gives up his deranged cackling so abruptly that he was clearly forcing himself to laugh to begin with. "What does?"

"Getting a nose bleed."

"Since when?"

"In manga."

"I don't fucking read manga," Sirius scornfully responds, as if he doesn't have a massive Shinigami Ryuk tattoo on his back. More lies. "So much for no more women."

"So I'm supposed to stop having a normal—" A second, more successful burp leapfrogs out of his neck. "A normal physical reaction?"

"Reaction to what?"

"To her."

"If I have to hear one more word about fucking Catherine—"

"I wasn't talking about Cath, I was—wait, shut up. Shut up." James's phone has started vibrating, so he fishes it out of his pocket. "I'm getting a call. Private number," he adds, frowning, but he swipes right and presses it to his ear anyway. "Hello?"

"Explain to me why you think it's acceptable to ignore your friend's repeated requests for the name of your plus one at her wedding!" comes a familiar, female, very angry voice.

James falls back onto his mattress and lets out an anguished groan.

#EBTKS #you may have seen some of this already #but this is the final edit

[verocskakoschsartcorner]

//...Nikos Economopoulos...// Nikos Economopoulos (Νίκος Οικονομόπουλος, Nikos Oikonomopoulos, b.1953) is a Greek photographer known for his photography of the Balkans and of Greece in particular. Born in Kalamata, Economopoulos studied law at university and worked as a journalist. Economopoulos only started taking photographs at 25 when a friend in Italy showed him a book of the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson, which had an impact that was both instant and lasting. Cartier-Bresson "showed me a new way to see things. . . . What I saw in his work was not only geometry and composition, but a kind of ambiguity." Economopoulos recalls that even then he did not start photography for over two years but instead bought photography books. Then he started photography: I never photographed sunrises or made souvenir pictures of my children. For about eight or nine years I photographed at weekends and during my holidays, always in a serious way, working from morning to night. As early as 1984, Economopoulos says, "it bothered me ideologically that Greeks and Turks were enemies", and he visited Turkey to take photographs. "No Greek at that time would go to Turkey on holiday", he writes, and his Greek friends were incredulous; but Economopoulos quickly felt at home in Turkey, where the atmosphere "was exactly the same as when I was a kid in the 1960s." (Much later, he would add that Greece and western Turkey had replaced tavernas with McDonald's, while east Turkey still preserved the values of the past.) In 1988, Economopoulos finished work as a journalist and set off on a two-year photographic survey of Greece and Turkey. Economopoulos was encouraged to join Magnum Photos by the Greek-American photographer Costa Manos, and became an associate member in 1990 and, after his work in Albania, Bulgaria, Romania and the former Yugoslavia, a full member in 1994. His early work won him the 1992 Mother Jones Award for Documentary Photography. In 1993, Frank Viviano, who had first met Economopoulos in Timişoara just after the fall of Nicolae Ceauşescu, wrote that: Economopoulos says his intention is to document the existence of what he calls the "Balkan Man": to knit together the skeins of a collective identity in a region whose historical convulsions have made its name a synonym for implacable differences. It would appear to be a fool's errand. But almost anyone who has crossed the madman's web of frontiers and borders that stretches over the Balkans, from Istanbul to the Italian border, is likely to agree with Economopoulos's premise — and to recognize, in his work, the contradictions that sum up Balkan truth. With support from the Little Brothers of the Poor, in 1994 Economopoulos photographed gypsies in Greece, and in 1995–96 lignite miners and Muslims in Greece. In 1997–98 he concentrated on people living on the "Green Line" separating Northern Cyprus, illegal migration across the Albanian–Greek border, and young people in Tokyo; and for the next two years Albanians fleeing Kosovo. He also worked on a commission from the University of the Aegean on storytelling in the region. Economopoulos was dissatisfied with the assignment in Japan, as he felt unable to communicate with people and was just as estranged after three weeks of work as he had been on his arrival. By contrast, he writes that "I prefer to spend my time in my corner of the world, south Europe and west Asia, where I understand the codes and can make connections." This does not mean that the Balkans are an open book to him: Economopoulos has also written of the paradoxes apparent in Albania; and also across the Balkans, where faces can be sad even in wedding parties. Economopoulos's photography of Turkey won him the 2001 Abdi İpekçi Award for promoting friendship between Turkey and Greece. Painfully aware of the bitterness often encouraged in both Greece and Turkey toward the other, he has written appreciatively of the personal welcome given to him by the Turks that he meets. There are no real differences [between Greeks and Turks]. I love Turkey and I can live there. I can't live in Paris or in London. But Istanbul — I can live there. Economopoulos said in 2001 that he preferred to sleep in his caravan when travelling around the Balkans and Turkey. He did not feel safe in his caravan in the Balkans, but did feel safe in Turkey. Economopoulos's photographs have been published in The Guardian, The Independent, Le Monde, Libération, The New York Times, El País, and Die Zeit. He feels that there is no future in photojournalism. There is a loss of quality in photographs in newspapers, and Robert Capa would not take photographs if he were living today. But he concedes that Abbas and James Nachtwey are among those who disagree. Platon Rivellis writes that: In Economopoulos' photographs, a smile, a tilt of the head, an unusual leap, a look, from being insignificant details from the second level of everyday life are re-evaluated and transformed into major photographic events.

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[imaginetonyandbucky]

Bucky found early au. Laura Barton is Iron Woman and she and Clint have kids au. During AOU (Hank made ultron maybe?) Bucky takes them to a farm where they meet his husband, Tony and their kid (Harley? Peter?)

Give Me a Home (where the robots can roam)

Part 1 of 2

Many thanks to @polizwrites for the wonderful beta and @orbingarrow for the cheerread!

“I’m happy to keep flying in circles, I guess?” Clint offers.

The rest of the Quinjet is silent, the Avengers reeling from Hill’s update about Ultron’s reach on top of the blows of the fight. The witch had messed with everyone’s heads, and the nightmare she had showed Bucky still danced in his vision every time he closed his eyes.

They needed, he needed, a place to regroup. Bucky hesitates, but then heads to the cockpit. He reaches over Clint’s shoulder to type in the coordinates.

“Fly here,” Bucky directs.

“Tennessee? What’s there?” Clint asks, though he’s already making the adjustments to their course.

“Safehouse,” Bucky explains. “Not one in SHIELD’s databases. Ultron won’t be able to find us.”

Bucky crosses his arms and takes a deep breath. Is he making the right decision? Is he making his own decision? Can he tell if he’s following some order by the witch? Can he trust his own mind?

Steve comes up behind Bucky and peeks over his shoulder.

“You sure about this, Buck?” Steve asks softly.

Bucky gives himself another moment to hesitate.  “Yeah. I’m sure.”

(More after the break!)

Eventually Clint announces that they’re approaching their destination. Bucky comes up to the cockpit again to point out a landing spot - an area just east of the barn kept clear for such a moment as this. Clint doesn’t comment on how the Quinjet fits perfectly.

The rest of the Avengers, all except Steve, crowd behind Bucky to get a glimpse of where Bucky has taken them. The white two story farmhouse stands out amongst the fields - the paint job that they’d undertaken a few summers ago still holding up well, Bucky notes. He spots a drone skimming the top of the cornfield. The crop looks to be coming in nicely, but Bucky will check the readings from the drone later to be sure.

Bucky suspects that’s a new barn in the northeast corner, and he sighs. As if they didn’t have too many barns and sheds already.

Bucky leads the Avengers off the jet, and he strides forward to outpace them to head off the four legged robot dashing towards them. With practiced ease, he grabs the metal collar around its neck to stop it from leaping on their guests.

“Yes, SPOT, we have visitors. Don’t jump,” Bucky orders, forcing the canine-like robot to stay on the ground rather than jump up on Bucky instead.

SPOT barks, one of the twelve types that are in its register. It dances at Bucky’s feet, instead, but doesn’t make to leap on Bucky or anyone else. Steve is the first to approach, the others hanging back in caution. Bucky lets SPOT go, and SPOT races around Steve, barking, while Steve tries his best to pet the overexcited bot.

“A robot dog named Spot. Really,” Natasha comments with one judgemental eyebrow raised.

Bucky shrugs. “Sentry Patrol of Terrain: SPOT.”

“Uh, what?” Clint asks.

Bucky ignores him to continue striding toward the house. He hears Steve coaxing SPOT and the other Avengers on, too, but Bucky’s focus is on the house. He does wish he’d called ahead, at least, but he’s happy to be yelled at for that as long as there’s someone in the house to yell at him.

SPOT wouldn’t be his fine and normal self if something was wrong, right?

Bucky leaps up the porch steps and bursts through the front door to silence. His heart pounds, the nightmare from the witch coming to the forefront, and Bucky fears he might throw up all over the new wooden floors they’d just put in six months ago.

“JARVIS, where is everyone?” Bucky croaks.

Silence.

Then there’s the sound of quick feet racing down the steps, a cadence Bucky recognizes, and the tension in him slackens.

“Daddy!” Emma squeals when she comes into view. She leaps over the last few steps, and Bucky races to catch her before she lands on her face.

Bucky sweeps her up into his arms and spins her around. “Hey pumpkin. I missed you.”

“I got a new watch!”

“That’s exciting,” Bucky compliments. He waves the rest of the Avengers into the house but doesn’t let go of Emma.

“…Okay. This I did not expect,” Clint mutters to Laura.

“It’s Dora the Explorer,” Emma explains. “It’s special.”

“It sure is,” Bucky replies with a smile. Her arms are wrapped around his neck so Bucky can’t tell if she’s actually wearing the watch, but there’s no way Bucky is letting go. “Emma, these are the Avengers. Everyone, this is Emma.”

“Hi!” Emma greets, releasing one hand from around Bucky’s neck to wave. Then she gasps. “Uncle Steve!”

Bucky winces from the volume right next to his head. Enhanced hearing is not always a benefit.

“Hey there, princess,” Steve greets with a broad smile. “How are you?”

Emma starts chatting, talking about everything she’d already seen and done that morning - what she had for breakfast, the bugs she saw on the porch, the drawings she did. Bucky half tunes her out as he cases the rest of the house. He’s still missing two people, and he didn’t forget that JARVIS never answered him.

Bucky spots Harley lurking around the corner to the living room and breathes a sigh of relief.

“Harley, come meet the Avengers,” Bucky beckons. He rearranges Emma onto his hip, leaving his metal arm available.

Harley slouches and shuffles forward, playing it cool. “You’re in trouble,” Harley tells Bucky.

Bucky frowns. He definitely should’ve called ahead, but where was Tony if Tony already knows about Bucky bringing the Avengers home with him? But before Bucky can question Harley, the boy has already moved on.

“Steve!” Harley greets with a rare smile.

It hurts to see the smile directed at Steve instead of Bucky, but Bucky hides it. It gets harder when Steve opens his arms and Harley races to him for the hug.

“Heya, squirt,” Steve replies, smiling, though he does a sympathetic grimace at Bucky.

Bucky shakes his head and kisses Emma’s temple. It’s not great, but Bucky can handle Harley’s teenage rebellion or whatever it is, especially if Steve is still allowed to look after Harley.

“Where’s your dad?” Bucky asks his kids.

“In the basement,” Harley replies as he eyes the other Avengers. “He said not to bother him.”

“How long ago was that?” Bucky asks. “Never mind, he’s about to be bothered. Is everything alright with JARVIS? He didn’t answer earlier.”

“My apologies,” JARVIS says.  Several of the Avengers twitch at the sudden voice coming from the ceiling, and Bucky winces because he forgot that JARVIS might seem similar to Ultron to the Avengers. To Bucky, JARVIS is far, far removed from what Ultron is. Harley smirks, because they don’t have many guests over who they can spook with AI butlers anymore, but Bucky shoots Steve an apologetic glance. Steve glares as he frantically whispers to an explanation to the Avengers. “I’m afraid I was rather tied up at the time. Sir is on his way.”

“Thanks, J.”

“Anytime you want to explain a little, Barnes, please feel free,” Clint voices.

“JARVIS is an artificial intelligence who manages my home,” Bucky explains. “These are my kids, Harley and Emma. My husband, Tony,” Bucky introduces as Tony walks through the door to the basement.

“You,” Tony snarls, pointing a finger at Bucky. “What did you do? You’re in the doghouse, only I wouldn’t do that to SPOT, so you’re in the barn with the tractors.”

“You put heating in the tractor barn last winter so your tech wouldn’t get cold. That’s not much of a punishment, babe,” Bucky replies, relief almost making him dizzy. He tugs Tony to him and kisses his cheek wishing he could keep his family like this, forever. No nightmare, no destructive sentient robots. Just… them.

“Harley, think of something creative to punish your father with,” Tony orders. He takes in the rest of the Avengers. “Or whoever it was that let that thing onto the internet that’s trying to hack every country’s nuclear codes.”

“Ultron,” Bruce sighs. “He’s gotten the nuclear codes?”

“No, I’m blocking it - Ultron?” Tony sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Well, JARVIS is now. Most of his processing power is directed to that, so please don’t bother him.”

“You’re Tony Stark,” Hank realizes, voice flat. “When the tabloids stopped mentioning you, I figured you were dead.”

Bucky turns, metal fist clenched and ready to defend.

“Hank Pym,” Tony sighs and rolls his eyes. “I should’ve known. This is definitely one of your disasters. And it’s Barnes now.” Tony pulls out the wedding ring that hangs on a chain around his neck.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this, Tony,” Steve redirects.

“Oh, right. Pleasantries. Hi everyone. Welcome to the farm. I know you but you probably don’t know me.” Tony points at Pym, whose lips had pursed. “You definitely don’t know me, so shut up.”

Hank mumbles something that Bucky intentionally ignores so he doesn’t have to do something about it.

“I’m ignoring you,” Tony tells Hank. But then Tony sees Laura and does a double-take. “You. You wonderful genius superhero. Iron Woman. May I please see that gorgeous flying armor? Repulsor-tech, right?”

“Hey now, don’t drool at my wife,” Clint complains.

“Honey, we talked about this,” Bucky reminds him.

Ever since Laura had taken to the air in a flying suit of metal armor, Tony had been pestering Bucky with questions. Which was fine - better than Tony pestering Fury, because that never ended well - but then Bucky was playing middle-man in science speak that sometimes he got wrong and then Tony quizzed him until Bucky ended up with a scrambled jumble that made even less sense. And Bucky had to pretend to Laura that it was Bucky who was interested.

Tony knew some things already, having hacked SHIELD’s files about the armor, but Laura had kept the arc reactor and repulsor tech under wraps. When she and Clint had confiscated the technology from Vanko, Vanko had carved a swath of destruction across Russia and the Balkans so wide that had Fury content to keep the knowledge off the grid.

Laura had taken Vanko’s technology and created the Iron Woman, a sleek black and gray armor that was, to be honest, almost indispensable in the field. Tony had even distantly consulted on the low level AI helping to pilot the suit.

Tony tosses a glare at him, and Bucky thinks it’s a bit sharper than warranted. They had talked about it, and Tony had told Bucky to make sure that Tony played it cool. “It’s not like you bring geniuses home with you every other day. All I get is Captain Forties over there who insists on reading physical newspapers and pretends he doesn’t know how to send an email.”

Laura laughs obligingly and Steve rolls his eyes.

“I’m happy to show you the armor, Tony,” Laura replies.

Then Tony turns. “And Banner! You brought me Doctor Banner!” Tony exclaims, shaking Bruce’s hand. “Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

“Thanks,” Bruce replies, a confused smile on his face.

Emma squirms in Bucky’s hold, so Bucky lets her down. She goes over to Natasha, who Bucky realizes has been suspiciously quiet and still in the corner. But Natasha bends down to chat with Emma about whatever Emma wanted - her hair color, it sounds like - and so Bucky turns his attention back to Tony.

“The team needed a safe place to stay while we plan our next move. We have to stop Ultron,” Bucky explains.

Steve sighs. “Before he destroys all of humanity.”

“…yeah, okay. Fun,” Tony replies with only a blink of surprise. “Make yourselves at home? I’ll upload FRIDAY to run the house while JARVIS is occupied, and she’ll speak up if you’re doing anything you shouldn’t be.” Then he points at Harley. “The footage will be played back, so don’t think you can get away with anything sneaky until she’s up and running.”

Harley pouts.

“Are your kids okay? Safe?” Tony asks Laura. “If they need a place to hide out, we have plenty of space.”

“Thank you for the offer,” Laura says, “but Maria has it under control. We have safety measures for this, but thank you.” Then she follows Natasha and Emma up the stairs, seeing Natasha’s signal for backup as Emma tugs Natasha to her room to show of her drawings.

Clint nods his thanks as well.  “If I knew Barnes had his own kids, I would’ve made him babysit more.”

“We’re not his. We’re adopted,” Harley chimes in.

“Harley!” Tony reprimands sharply.

“Adopted makes you his,” Clint argues with a smirk.

“Oh God. If you two are going to argue, take it outside where I can’t hear,” Bucky sighs. Of course, that only encourages Harley.

“You’re Hawkeye, right? Why do you use a bow and arrow? I mean, don’t you run out? And wouldn’t it be faster to use a gun?” Harley questions.

“Kid, I’m gonna show you why. Find a couple things that can get holes put in ‘em and that you can manage to throw with those kiddie arms of yours and we’ll have some fun.”

Tony sighs as Harley races toward the back of the house with Clint sauntering behind him.

“I’ll just wait until I hear screams,” Tony decides.

Bucky frowns. He doesn’t need Harley absorbing any dangerous ideas from Clint - the kid gets enough of his own - but Clint does have his own kids. Neither of them should end up too injured, probably. Hopefully.

Thor walks out the front door, and Steve follows him.

Bucky will go after Steve soon. Steve had been too quiet and pained over whatever that witch put in his head. Bucky can take a few guesses as to what Steve could’ve seen that would shake him up like this, and Bucky likes none of them. But right now, Bucky has his own head to get on straight.

“Hey, Banner. I’m sure Tony wouldn’t mind you checking out the lab space in the basement,” Bucky suggests as he takes a hold of Tony’s elbow.

“I’d be happy to give you a tour!” Tony offers. Tony steps toward the basement door, but Bucky tugs him back. “But science?” Tony questions, turning to Bucky.

Fortunately Bruce picks up on what Bucky wants. “I’d love a tour,” he says, “but later is fine. Hank and I can go check on Clint.”

Then Bruce pulls Hank away, toward the back of the house and to probably the backyard, and then Bucky is finally left alone with Tony.

Bucky yanks Tony to him and kisses him, deep and desperate. Bucky searches for home in Tony’s mouth and finds it, clings to it, until he finally pulls back with a shaky breath.

“Now that’s what I call a welcome,” Tony purrs as he reaches his hands up to stroke the back of Bucky’s neck. “Hello, husband.”

Bucky rests his forehead against Tony’s and tries to even out his breathing. He keeps his hands on Tony, even though Tony makes no motion to move away from where Bucky has Tony trapped against his chest. The memory of the vision returns though, even now, and Bucky shivers.

“Tell me,” Tony whispers.

Bucky licks his lips. “It was a witch. She - she got in my head. Made me see things.” Bucky tightens his arms around Tony. “You were dead. You, Harley, Emma. I was the one - the programming -”

Tony shushes him. “I get it. But we removed it. We got it all, James. You aren’t going to hurt me or the kids. You wouldn’t.” Tony kisses him, chaste and sweet. “You aren’t going to let her get in your head again. But we could scan you, check you out again, if that would make you feel better.”

Bucky nods. “Please.”

“Alright, baby. Come on down to the lab. I’ll get FRIDAY going and she’ll help me scan you.”

“Okay,” Bucky breathes.

Tony gives him one more quick kiss before he tugs Bucky to the basement. “And if everyone is still occupied when we’re done, I’ll give you a more fun hands-on scan, hm?”

“You can never resist the tac gear, can you?”

Tony grins. “It’s always so fun to strip you out of it.”

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #background clint x laura #hddnone #prompts #Anonymous

[miss-m-calling]

Fandom Growth Exchange 2021

Fandoms:

The Marianne trilogy - Sheri S. Tepper

Jutro će promeniti sve | Morning Changes Everything (TV)

Senke nad Balkanom | Shadows over the Balkans a.k.a. Black Sun (TV)

Бeсa ǀ Besa (TV)

Oficir s ružom | The Officer with a Rose (1987)

Dear author,

Hello and thank you for writing for me, and extra special thanks that you’re tackling one of these tiny canons of my heart. :-)

I’m Miss_M on AO3. For all requests, I am asking for fic.

General likes:

-pre-canon, canon, post-canon, canon-divergent, and missing-scene stories

-character-driven as well as plot-driven stories

-fics which mix humor and angst/serious business (when this fits the canon)

-characters at work and play

-group dynamics, family dynamics (including constructed families), professional partnerships, friendships, alliances, rivalries, intimate couples (new lovers/first times as well as long-term/established couples), UST-ridden couples who are not just UST-ridden but connected in other ways too

-irony, snark, humor, angst – all arising from the characters rather than the plot crowbaring it in

-linear, non-linear, and 5+1 stories

-hopeful endings, happy endings, bittersweet endings, “everything is awful but you’re here and maybe I don’t entirely hate that” endings

-worldbuilding

-spiky characters who keep their jagged edges and spikiness in adversity as well as when their lives are going well, square-peg-in-round-hole characters, tough characters with (maybe not so well) hidden vulnerabilities, characters who are their own worst enemies, characters who manage to get over themselves when the occasion calls for it, characters with conflicting values which may or may not be reconciled/resolved, characters who treat each other with respect and as equals even if they hate/annoy/can’t stand/love to dislike each other, characters who may not be exactly friends and may well irritate one another but manage to rub along to get the job done and maybe even grow to care about one another (much to their surprise/reluctance/discomfort), characters who just cannot get along with each other or find common ground

-workplace stories (this can mean anything from an actual workplace/casefic/procedural setting to anything that revolves around the canon world in which the characters live) in which the characters get to be competent

Shippy and smutty likes:

-(where it fits the characters) banter

-competitiveness or antagonism shading into attraction (this tension need not be resolved)

-”oh god why did it have to be you what did I do to deserve this“

-”come here and say it to my face/do that again/kiss me, you motherfucker”

-bickering yet loving couples

-characters who are serious about their romantic interests

-characters who think they are much better at flirtation than they actually are

-characters forced to work together only to prove much more compatible than they initially assumed

-fics which mix an exploration of characters’ professional and everyday lives with shipping

-characters who are incompatible in some important way (they are ideological enemies, cop and criminal, spies from opposite sides, or there has been betrayal!!!), and while they love and/or want each other, they’re not willing to change sides or abandon/compromise their identity/beliefs for the other’s benefit

-I don’t know how better to phrase this than: smut which fits the characters; how does their canon dynamics spill over into hubba hubba stuff?

-sexual scenarios that subvert expectations a little and surprise the characters themselves

-sexual scenarios that contain an element of competition or antagonism

-“this is a bad idea but we’re going for it hammer and tongs”

-not wanting to admit feelings or show vulnerability except oops it happens anyway, whether the characters acknowledge it or not

-characters getting way more into the sex or being more affected by it than they thought they would

-quick and intense sex, slow and intense sex, rough yet willing sex (when it fits the characters), unexpectedly emotional and/or tender sex

-masturbation while thinking of the other half of the ship (or not wanting to think about them only oops there they are in the fantasy!)

-first time sex

-established relationship, we-know-each-other-so-well sex

-”we’ve both wanted this and now we both know it so here we go diving in headfirst” sex

-for het and/or slash, oral, vaginal, anal incl. pegging, manual (ifyouknowwhatImean) – all is good. You can go as veiled or as explicit as you like, but please avoid excessive medical jargon – I don’t find a lot of mention of “penis” or “clit” sexy.

Ship/smut DNWs:

MPREG, A/B/O, knotting D/s, formalized BDSM, painful sex, hard kinks (holding someone down playfully, hair pulling and such like, the odd spank are a-OK) scat, watersports knife/gun/blood play incest deaging/infantilization, mommy/daddy kink under-16yos in sexual situations humiliation body distortion/horror (feeding/weight kink, come inflation, vore, etc.) unrequested ships/pairings soulmates and soul marks pregnancy and children (can be mentioned if canon, just don’t make the whole fic about them) wedding setting/theme secondary characters shipping the main pair like it’s their job xeno, tentacles, bestiality noncon/dubcon

Other DNWs:

torture and abuse (this and noncon/dubcon can be mentioned, but please don’t dwell on it in loving detail or subject any of my requested characters to it) descriptions of vomit, shit, and piss (”He pissed up against a tree” and the like is fine), toilet humor lots of gore/blood (mention it, yes; lovingly describe it, no), cannibalism, serious illness or injury character bashing genderswap/genderbent characters, characters as kids/young teens issuefic, gender/sexuality/race/ethnicity/religion/ability/identity headcanons death of requested characters hopeless, unrelenting gloom/angst/horror RL holiday setting/theme, RL religions as a major theme (invented fictional holidays and rituals are fine) reference to RL current events 1st and 2nd person POV unrequested crossovers or fusions AUs which have nothing to do with canon fic written in lapslock

Requests:

The Marianne Trilogy - Sheri S. Tepper

Marianne Zahmani, Makr Avehl Zahmani, Aghrehond, Therat, various combos thereof

What is this canon: Low fantasy, feminist trilogy about Marianne, a student at an American university who comes from the tiny, fictional country of Alphenlicht, wedged in between Turkey and Iran, with a native religion that vaguely resembles Zoroastrianism, a long tradition of both light and dark magic, and civil conflict with echoes of the Cold War (one part of the country seceded with Soviet help). Marianne is financially dependent on her abusive older brother Harvey, but trying to assert her independence. Then she meets Makr Avehl, a cousin and de facto president of Alphenlicht, who’s both a mage and a charmer. And then Marianne gets targeted by dark magic and has to become self-assertive and figure out how to save herself, even as Makr Avehl also tries to save her (and sweep her off her feet), often with more complicated results than he intended. Every book introduces a different set of magical challenges, most of which transport Marianne to a different constructed/magical realm, with disturbing parallels to the cruelties of the real world and some interesting meta commentary on gender relations. Also in the mix are Aghrehond, Makr Avehl’s loyal retainer, chauffeur, and all-around kind soul, and Therat, an intense young mage in training.

The books came out in the late 1980s and were reprinted in a one-volume omnibus edition. They’re long out of print now, but you might find them at your library or used copies for sale online.

While I have a like-get-annoyed relationship with most of Tepper’s work I’ve read, I adore this trilogy unreservedly. I love the mixture of dark fantasy, sly humor, creepiness, complex magical systems and surreal constructed/parallel/hidden worlds described in just enough detail while remaining, for lack of a better word, magical, the intersection of old and new and invented worlds… I adore Marianne, whose lives (it makes sense in context) have made her many things: the traumatized yet defiant survivor, the semi-skillful player of the game of life and magic, the lover and wife and mover-and-shaker in her own right. Her relationship with the other characters – romantic, sometimes overbearing, arrogant, yet loving and lovable Makr Avehl; intense and dedicated Therat; loyal, warm, kind, humorous Aghrehond – are so rich and wonderful. I love all the playing with and inverting and deconstruction of tropes and cliches, the aforementioned magical/constructed/parallel worlds of whimsy and creepiness that riff on ordinary aspects of the real world while also running on their own internal logic…

Canon-specific DNWs: Harvey or Madame Delubovoska appearing in the fic (you may mention them); focusing on Marianne’s pregnancy or on her and Makr Avehl’s daughter; anything over M rating for sex

Some prompts:

Any/all of these characters visit the Cave of Light and then try to solve a problem or complete a quest (however grand, mundane or cracky) according to its message.

Road trips with Aghrehond – exploring Alphenlicht and/or magical realms.

Marianne said at the end of the last book that Therat may be surprised – I’d love to see what might surprise Therat, in addition to Marianne and Makr Avehl’s firstborn sharing her name. Or give me Makr Avehl having to work closely with Therat due to some magical/mystical/political issue, given that he’s always dropping unsubtle hints about her scary eyes. Or Aghrehond being deferential yet unintimidated by Therat – and maybe even making Therat laugh.

Any/all of these characters end up visiting fields on the board-game from book 3 which the book didn’t describe – what kind of a place do they encounter? What (probably dangerous, troubling, and/or creepy) adventures do they have?

Marianne promised to meet Queen Buttercup for a meal at Frab Junction’s Marveling Galosh – magical promises are serious things, so what happens when Marianne has to make the date and the others come to save her and possibly get in each other’s way more than they help?

I loved how canon gently sent up Makr Avehl’s image of himself as Marianne’s protector/lover/white knight in the first and third books’ magical worlds. Actually, Makr Avehl as the Freudian chimera in book 1 and as the hapless hero in book 3 are my favorite things about this canon, beside the general worldbuilding and Marianne’s character development. So I’d love to see more variations on that theme - Makr Avehl as Marianne’s hero, both swoony and ridiculous, gentle yet lecherous, intense and funny with it - either in the real world or in some new (and sinister) magical realm (you can tell that I would love worldbuilding for this canon).

As a general note, I do ship Marianne/Makr Avehl, but I would prefer any shippiness to remain at the books’ level, so nothing too explicit and nothing that overwhelms the non-shippy plot, please. I’m more into this canon for the worldbuilding and the inventive magic, and I like how the books mix the shippiness with adventure, magical horror, and often-meta humor. Oh, and I would prefer not to have Harvey Zahmani or Madame Delubovoska appear in the story – they can be mentioned, just no walk-on parts for them please. Walk-on parts for Marianne’s parents or aunt, or for Makr Avehl’s sister are fine.

Jutro će promeniti sve | Morning Changes Everything (TV)

Anđela Knežević, Aleksandra “Saša” Tomić, Ivona Spasić

What is this canon: one-off Serbian TV show, 39 episodes in total. A slice-of-life drama that follows one year (even though it was all filmed in spring and summer, and it shows) in the lives of four thirtysomethings in contemporary Belgrade, dealing with life issues common to that generation but also specific to being a still-young, educated, professionally and existentially frustrated person living in Serbia today. The main characters are: Filip, a programmer who’s lived in the US for several years and kicks off the show by coming home for what’s supposed to be a vacation but turns out to be a permanent stay; his sister Anđela, who’s finishing her PhD, expects to get a permanent teaching position at the University of Belgrade, and has a nice, steady boyfriend she’s bored of, not least because she eventually figures out she’s not straight; Anđela’s roommate Saša, who starts the show running a bar and running through men like Kleenex, and gradually reveals her issues and vulnerabilities; and their friend Ljuba, who’s from a small town, works in a gym, and pinballs between several girlfriends in part because he’s homeless and needs a place to crash. A major supporting character is Ivona, Ljuba’s on-again, off-again girlfriend whom none of Ljuba’s friends like due to her severe personality.

You can watch the whole show here (free account needed).

Listen, this is my show. I feel it in my bones. I rewatch it at least once a year, and I always get so immersed and then wish there were more, even though I respect the showrunners’ decision to let it end with a kind of low-key “and the adventure (their lives) continues…” vibe. So I would be delighted with pretty much anything you choose to write! I am only asking for the female characters because I find them especially rich and interesting, and their dilemmas and problems especially poignant. Feel free to write something funny (that specific city humor!), something with a sad or melancholy or happy or totally open ending, something with or without a plot, a character vignette, a slice of life… All of those would fit the show’s mood and narrative arc. Also, as much local color and detail as you want to work in, I would love love love, especially if it’s from the proverbial krug “dvojke” – and if you want to write the fic in Belgrade Serbian (all the slang! all the cultural references that people born in the 1980s would know!), or include some phrases/words/lines of dialogue in it, I would probably dance a literal jig of joy and celebration.  

Canon-specific DNWs: explicit smut (M rating and/or fade to black is fine); Saša/Filip-centric fic; fic centering only on Ivona’s pregnancy and/or baby; soapboxing about Balkan history/conflicts/ethnic relations

Anđela:

-Anđela in Iceland. Dealing with culture shock, especially when she least expects it. Making friends with her African roommate – two people’s experiences of culture shock clashing and/or meshing. Trying to date or hook up with girls in a society that’s a lot less homophobic but also less familiar in every way than Serbia. The emigrant’s inescapable sense that something’s missing: adjusting to her new life and homesickness, knowing why she left but wishing things could be different anyway. Or, it’s the end of Anđela’s postdoc year and she has to decide (again): now what?

-After her year in Iceland, Anđela moves in with Saša again. How has their relationship changed and how has it stayed the same? If she decides to make a go of staying in Serbia, what are Anđela’s career prospects? Anđela’s canon arc is all about figuring out what to do when your life and what you want out of it turn out very differently than you always assumed they would, so it would be cool to see her forge a career path that uses her education and professional skills in unexpected ways.

-She runs again into some of the people who shaped her decision to leave in the first place: Darija, Marta, Miroslav, the two lecturers who squeezed her out of the Psychology Department… Those encounters are not easy or even pleasant, but they give Anđela something important nevertheless: closure or…?

-Of all the main characters, Anđela has the most intense connection to places, like when she rides her rental bike around the city before she leaves for Iceland, or how she’s often framed as being alone in spaces even when there are other people present (the moving-in party, many of her scenes at the university and in Studentski park). Give me more of Anđela just taking in and experiencing a place, whether that’s Belgrade or Iceland or wherever she goes after Iceland.

Saša:

-AU where Saša is the one that goes abroad at the end of the show. What drove her to it? Where does she go and why (or at least, what’s her excuse for visa purposes)? How does it go – does she stay abroad permanently, or does she come back after a while?

-Saša’s half-sister moves to Belgrade to attend FLU (the art academy) and moves in with Saša after Anđela goes abroad. They learn to be friends and sisters and roommates. They grieve the loss of their father in their own as well as in shared ways. There’s a generation gap, despite Saša’s cool-girl persona – how do they navigate it?

-More of Saša and Ljuba running their restaurant. I’d love either something dramatic (someone’s trying to force them to pay protection money or force them out of their rented space, a kitchen incident happens and there are hungry people waiting…), or a totally mundane, cozy vignette (putting together the menu for next week, chef Ljuba absolutely must have this one ingredient and he wants it from Bajlonijeva pijaca because they may charge 350 dinars but quality matters – and Saša really doesn’t see why they can’t just go to Tempo…) It would also be cool to see more of Dina, the high-strung but pretty cool manager at the restaurant where Saša and Ljuba worked before they opened their own place.

-Saša and her mom Svetlana have the hardest time being kind to each other, and it’s not for lack of love. Sometimes people just can’t get along easily. How do they get along not-easily after the ways in which canon changed them both?

-I’m not really interested in Saša/Filip, but you can include that canon ship in whatever you’re writing. Just please don’t make the whole fic be just about the ship.

Ivona:

-I may be the only person who’s watched this show who actually likes Ivona. I love her self-possession, how she is absolutely herself and doesn’t bother to pretend otherwise even if it annoys or makes others uneasy, and she’s arranged her life in a way that works for her. I also love her brief flashes of vulnerability and even relaxation. Maybe a day in her life as a career woman and single mom, either with or without her nice boyfriend and/or Ljuba being around? Re: my blanket DNW for fic revolving around babies and pregnancy – you can include Ivona’s pregnancy and motherhood in the fic, just please don’t make the whole fic be just about that.

-Ivona takes her dog Marlena to a dog show. She has to be very cool and serious, and is like that by nature, but it’s exciting when her dog wins something!

-Ivona interacts more with Anđela and/or Saša. They were once very incompatible roommates, maybe that’s how Ljuba met Ivona in the first place? They happen to just hang out one time, and they won’t ever be friends but maybe they can find some common ground? Saša especially dislikes Ivona and judges Ljuba’s involvement with her, and Ivona’s aloofness and humorlessness can make her seem harsher than she perhaps is – it would be interesting if those two could maybe learn not to dislike each other quite so much.

Senke nad Balkanom | Shadows over the Balkans a.k.a. Black Sun (TV)

Andra “Tane” Tanasijević & Stanko Pletikosić

What is this canon: Serbian historical crime drama set in the interwar era. Loads of characters, the city of Belgrade and the Kingdom of Yugoslavia itself being almost characters in their own right, plot twists all over the place, people’s allegiances changing on a dime, murder mysteries, the drug trade, and the illicit pursuits of both rich and poor influencing the RL course of some major events. For comparison, think Babylon Berlin but, like, super Balkan. Two seasons so far, 10 episodes each, set in 1928 and 1934, respectively, with a third season currently in production, set to tackle the early days of World War II. The two leads are a fun variation on the old cop-young cop trop. Old cop is Andra Tanasijević (Tane), veteran homicide investigator, also veteran of World War I, (semi-)alcoholic, cynical, terminally unimpressed by everything and everyone (himself included), but still with a white knight streak he can’t seem to suppress even when it gets him in trouble. Young cop is Stanko Pletikosić, war orphan, trained abroad in forensic science, earnest, sometimes snarky, wet behind the ears but by mid-S1 he starts to get more streetwise without losing all of his idealism. Together They Fight Crime! Also get tangled up with all sorts of criminals, spies, government operatives, and shady dames, while they try to set the world and history straight.

The second season is available here, and the first one can be found, ahem, torrenting around.

All I want in fic for this canon is MORE. More canon-style shenanigans, more of that rich atmosphere, more historical detail, just MORE. Play with the canon however you like! Plot out a case fic! Embroil the two detectives in more historical goings-on, either before WWII, during it, or even after it! The show tends to reassert ontological inertia so historical events always fall into place as they did IRL – you can work with that, or go ahead and change the course of history (rather, have Tane and Stanko do it)! Have them interact and likely get in trouble with some of the other characters! (I am fond of the entire cast, especially Pršo, Stanko’s grandfather, all the Jatagan Mala folks, everyone who works at Glavnjača, the entire Macedonian mafia, all the historical characters – yes, all of them, even the really nasty pieces of work benefit from their actors’ commitment to the role. I would especially love for some of the supporting female characters – Mara, Mina, Violeta, Jana, Sonja – to get a chance to shine, or kick ass, or get their own revenge/heart’s desire, or even just fuck shit up and get in other characters’ way.) Or you could just have Tane and Stanko drown their troubles and shoot the shit in a tavern long past last call!

I would be happy for their dynamic to be what it was when they first met, all rubbing each other the wrong way and reading each other wrong (and sometimes right), or what it becomes later, when they’re a crack team even if they sometimes get on each other’s nerves big time. If you’re writing a case fic, feel free also to bring in Božidar Zečević, Stanko’s S2 partner, at least while he was along for the ride as a fellow investigator, before his role in the plot is revealed. I was very amused by his and Tane’s mutual animosity, very “the missus and the ex” over who gets to call Stanko his partner. (Also Zečević was totally in love with Stanko, come on!)

If you wanted to include some dialogue or phrases or hey write the whole fic in any dialect of what used to be called Serbo-Croatian, I’m here for that with bells on!

Canon-specific DNWs: Tane/Stanko; focus only on smut or ships (you can include the characters’ canon or invent non-canon ships, I just don’t want a fic only about those); anything above M rating for sex; soapboxing about Balkan history/conflicts/ethnic relations (the characters can clash about this, use stereotypes, etc. – I just don’t want the fic to be an excuse for the writer’s hot takes, ‘kay?)

Бeсa ǀ Besa (TV)

Petrit Koci

What is this canon: crime drama, one 12-episode season so far, produced in Serbia with dialogues in Serbian, Albanian, and English, and created by Tony Jordan of “Hustle” fame. Set in (and with a cast including actors from) several ex-Yugoslav states, the story follows three main characters: a Serbian family man and regular joe who accidentally kills the daughter of a major Kosovar Albanian crime boss in a car accident; said Albanian crime boss, who coerces his daughter’s unwitting killer to start working for him as an assassin; and a half-Albanian, half-Serbian Interpol agent who’s after the crime boss but starts investigating the regular joe turned assassin as well.

You can find it on Dailymotion if you search for “BeEp.0[episode number]”

The show has a twisty plot (with one plot hole I would love to get fix-it fic for, see below), gritty and handsome visuals, excellent performances, IMO is really good at depicting the various ethnicities and the complicated history behind the present-day events, and has a great through-line of deconstructing Balkan machismo and patriarchal culture. All three of the main characters have an image of themselves as MEN who Provide and/or Take Care of Business and Put Family First, each in their own way, and all three end up compromising on all their principles by season’s end. The women in the show’s ‘verse sometimes become collateral damage but also assert themselves in unexpected ways, which is great. The title refers to the Albanian (but more broadly, Balkan) cultural concept that one’s promise/vow/word of honor has to be kept and carried out no matter what, at peril of losing face, dishonoring both oneself and one’s family, even death. This gets deconstructed five ways from Sunday too, and it is awesome.

I’m requesting the Interpol agent because I find him to be the most fascinating. He is so committed to being the “good sheriff” and carrying out his professional duty regardless of whom he has to piss off along the way, but is also often quite ineffectual because the local police forces with which he has to cooperate tend to resent both his attitude and his ethnic background – not to mention that when everyone’s corrupt and compromised, the man who refuses to play the game makes lots of enemies. He’s also a real hard-ass who made a conscious choice long ago to have nothing in his life but his work, is a bit of a bastard, has a huge blind spot about gender which comes back to bite him, and ultimately is driven by a desire for personal vendetta more than an abstract commitment to justice (I love a character who is super focused on their goal and presents themselves as invulnerable, yet whose insecurities and traumas are always just beneath the surface of what drives them). And yes, by the end of the season he’s presented with a Faustian bargain and gets a huge target on his back. There’s a lot to unpack there!

I will eat up any local color you want to throw in. Ditto, the canon is super intense, but if you find a way to bring in some vintage Balkan pitch-black humor, I’m here for it. If you wanted to include some dialogue or phrases or hey write the whole fic in any dialect of what used to be called Serbo-Croatian, I’m here for that with bells on! Alas, I do not read Albanian, but if you want to include dialogue/phrases in it, go for it, so long as you tell me (in parentheses, in footnotes, whatever works) what’s going on.

Canon-specific DNW: soapboxing about Balkan history/conflicts/ethnic relations (the characters can clash about this, use stereotypes, etc. – I just don’t want the fic to be an excuse for the writer’s hot takes, ‘kay?)

Prompts:

-Any kind of casefic, either a divergence from S1, something pre- or post-canon, or a side investigation spinning off from the canon’s central plot. Anything that requires Koci to again traipse all over former Yugoslavia, butt heads with everyone, interrogate people, and do that soft-spoken “you don’t want to give me what I want but you’ll do it anyway” thing he does along the way. Maybe he gets a case that seems to have nothing to do with his pursuit of the Berisha clan, is annoyed by this (how dare his bosses expect him to work a case in which he’s not personally invested), but then surprise! There’s a connection between the cases.

-Something that requires Koci to use his knowledge of Albanian language and culture even more than in canon. I love how the canon depicts the existential discomfort of never fully fitting into – or being accepted by – either of the cultures/communities to which one has a connection, and how a person can become antagonistic and volatile as a result. Leaning into that would be wonderful.

-The Petrit Koci we meet at the start of the show has a solid façade of having no one, needing no one, wanting no one in his life. But what we learn about his background along the way (his police-chief father’s murder by the Berisha clan when he was a kid, the ex-fiancée whose family found him “a little too Albanian” for their taste) suggests that there was a lot of repeat heartbreak along the way, like he had to build his hard-ass persona one unpleasant life experience at a time. I would love something that explores his background in more depth – maybe a 5+1 fic, five times Koci let something get to him and one time he refused to care?

-Related to that: we learn a little about Koci’s father (whose murder when Koci was a child is his primary motivator), but we learn nothing about Koci’s mother other than that she’s ethnically Serbian. Is she still alive? What is/was their relationship like once they were alone and relocated from Prishtinë/Priština to Belgrade (in the 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, oh my)?

-Koci has devoted his whole life to bringing down the Berisha clan. He finally gets his wish. Now what the fuck does he do (with himself)?

-I was really struck by the one scene of Koci talking to Skënder Berisha – everything about the past history between the Koci and Berisha families, but especially Koci’s line that his late father didn’t believe in blood vendettas, but he (Koci) does. The end of the season implies he might go totally rogue, because if he can’t bring down the Berishas through the law, there are other ways. Tell me how this goes. In general, tell me your version of S2, there’s other stuff (ahem, spoilers) at the very end of S1 that suggests more trouble is coming down the pike.

-The one glaring plot hole which made me want to throw stuff is when Koci repeatedly dismisses one suspicious development as “oh that guy was lying because he’s cheating on his wife, nothing to see here.” I hate it when smart characters act dumb because the plot needs to keep going for however many more episodes. This does come back to bite Koci by season’s end, but I’d love to see it go a different way.

-Ship fic? Yes to ship fic! I would love either gen or ship fic for Koci paired with any of the following characters. Maybe the other character has to turn to Interpol for help/becomes a material witness/gets arrested/enters witness protection, or otherwise has to do teeth-clenched teamwork with Koci. If any of those dynamics turn porny, the antagonism and complicated dynamics and maybe a reluctant recognition that they’re not so different would perpetuate themselves in the porn too, and I’m here for it. (For this canon, I’m waiving my dubcon blanket DNW, but for M/F ships I want both to be motivated by anger/revenge/general existential bleakness instead of or as well as lust – so no M/f dubcon, please):

Uroš Perić – the regular joe turned assassin, who gets multiple chances in the course of the show to seek Koci’s help and doesn’t because he gets in deep and wants to be the guy that protects his family and takes care of everything himself. I keep thinking back to their very first scene, when Koci gives Perić his calling card and tells him to get in touch, and Perić could have done that before he committed his first murder but… didn’t. And then at the end, there’s that huge spoiler setting up S2. Despite becoming a murderer several times over, Perić is a much softer character than Koci, but he doesn’t like getting pushed around either. How would they work together, how would they clash?

Marija Perić – Uroš’s Croatian wife, who has the thankless role of being married to the guy who’s keeping her in the dark about major plot developments, but makes up for it with how she reacts to the hints she gets of Uroš’s continuing troubles as well as getting on Koci’s radar. She’s scared and out of her depth, but she’s also angry and antagonistic when she thinks Interpol is harassing her for no reason. I love the scene where Koci interrogates her and she won’t give him an inch even when he blindsides her with evidence of her husband’s activities – more of that kind of thing, please!

Dardan Berisha – the grieving crime boss and main target of Koci’s obsession (even though it was actually Dardan’s old uncle who had Koci’s father killed decades earlier). They’re both such hard, intense men, in part because they’ve had to be, and the narrative sets them up as mirror images of each other (while Uroš Perić is more a study in how someone becomes hard when circumstances push them to it). Yet while their conflict underpins the whole show, they rarely share a scene. Put them together more; let them fight or y’know *waggles eyebrows*.

Teuta Berisha – Dardan’s wife, who first loses her daughter, and by the end of the season her family is totally blown to smithereens, in part because of how she chooses to assert her agency within the super-patriarchal context in which she lives. She was ambivalent about her marriage before we meet her, and I love how canon events bring out her anger, grief, and quiet steeliness. Also, that moment at her daughter’s funeral when Koci gives her his condolences really hit me – they know they are enemies, but there’s that moment of standoffish respect between them. What if somehow they had to work together? A divergence from the end or any part of S1 would be very welcome.

Divna Dukić – Koci’s Interpol colleague and maybe the only character that likes him. Their dynamic is both very professionally respectful and yet… “flirtatious” may be too strong a word. They obviously have a little thing for each other but choose not to act on it for a whole mess of reasons (he’s an emotional disaster area, she has enough on her plate as a single mom with a shitty ex, they work together). Also, I have a theory that Divna, while seeming loyal, may take her marching orders from one of the criminal elements or maybe from the more corrupt parts of Interpol or the Serbian police. I would love any or all of that to get explored more.

While I do not want them shipped, the conversation at the hospital between Koci and Skënder Berisha is one of my favorite scenes, so if you want to throw those two together more as gen antagonists – yessssss, give it to me!

Oficir s ružom | The Officer with a Rose (1987)

Petar Horvat/Matilda Ivančić/Ljiljana Matić

What is this canon: Yugoslav movie set in Zagreb in 1945, right after the Partisan (communist resistance movement) victory in World War II. Matilda is a young widow whose husband was a little too close to the Croatian fascists and the Nazis, and she herself is too much of a rich bourgeois lady for the new regime’s liking. She runs afoul of Petar, a Partisan officer who threatens her with jail time and having her lavish apartment turned into communal housing – but in the end, Petar only moves his girlfriend Ljiljana into Matilda’s apartment and then starts hanging around more and more himself. Ljiljana is very young, naïve, and unworldly while also being a hardened soldier and true believer in the better future that communism would build, and she adores Petar and develops a very obvious girl-crush (or maybe just a crush) on Matilda, who is both bemused and reluctantly fond of Ljiljana. Matilda and Petar initially treat each other with anger and a kind of amused contempt, then they start to fall for each other. Uh oh – on both the personal and the political level.

You can find the movie floating around various sites with ex-Yu movies, it was/is on Dailymotion too.

I love how this movie is quite gentle with its characters while they deal with violent and horrific world events, how the narrative lets each of them fully embody their class, gender, and ideological self, plays up the conflicts and the barbed humor and the reluctantly-nascent commonalities between them for emotional payoff, and even when they’re happy (or think they are), the times in which they live just don’t allow for anything like a simple HEA. How to improve on canon? Clearly the movie should’ve gone the threesome route! I would love something set either in those early days, when Petar foisted Ljiljana on Matilda as a tenant and basically moved in himself, or a divergence so Ljiljana never leaves Zagreb and the ending isn’t such a complete bummer.

For early-days scenarios, gimme more of the merry war between Petar and Matilda, with Ljiljana’s crush on both of them stirring things up even more. Teasing and fighting and not wanting to admit they actually do get along, while enjoying breakfast for three. People walking in on each other in the shower. More of how, in the movie, Matilda’s apartment is an oasis from the massive changes happening outside, but the world keeps encroaching on the trio’s intimacy anyway. Maybe Petar and Ljiljana discover other elements of bourgeois living they start to enjoy, or they know they shouldn’t care when Matilda has to give some of her creature comforts away or trades them on the black market, but they mind anyway. Or, by painful fits and starts, Matilda adjusts to the new reality; maybe for some reason Matilda has to accompany the other two to the working-class neighborhood where Petar grew up or to Ljiljana’s village, or they bring her along/she gets sentenced to work on a public reconstruction project (radna akcija), and she hates it, but she has people on her side whether she’s ready to see it or not. If you want to write smut, I’m here for three-way sex, or for one of them to egg the other two on or spy on them so they can watch (oops they don’t end up just watching!), and/or for one or two of them to teach the other(s) something they haven’t done before or consider to be beneath them, and everyone enjoys it greatly. There’s great potential here for emotional manipulation and mind games, and I’m here for it.

For a canon divergence from the end, I don’t need a HEA – just don’t let people be dead and/or alone and inconsolable. The historical era was what it was, these characters are who they are (for one thing, Petar is strongly implied to participate in executions of political prisoners). I am good with as much historical detail as you want to throw in, and I’m good with an open-ended or bittersweet or even ominous ending, just so long as it’s not all unrelenting gloom and there is acknowledgment of the attachment between the trio.

If you wanted to include some dialogue or phrases or hey write the whole fic in any dialect of what used to be called Serbo-Croatian, I’m here for that with bells on!

Canon-specific DNW: Ljiljana’s canon pregnancy featuring in the fic; breaking up the threesome into just a series of twosomes in a smut scenario (I’m good with twosomes leading to some kind of three-way scenario, but not twosomes alone); soapboxing about Balkan history/conflicts/ethnic relations (the characters can clash about this, use stereotypes, etc. – I just don’t want the fic to be an excuse for the writer’s hot takes, ‘kay?)

#dear author letter #fandom growth exchange

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Obama warns on social media use in Prince Harry interview

Obama, who was interviewed for an edition of the BBC Radio 4 Today program guest edited by Prince Harry and broadcast Wednesday, said it was a challenge to make the most of the opportunities provided by social media.

"The question has to do with how do we harness this technology in a way that allows a multiplicity of voices, allows a diversity of views, but doesn't lead to a Balkanization of society and allows ways of finding common ground," he said in the interview, which was taped in September during the Invictus Games in Toronto, Canada.

Obama said it was important for people to get offline and meet others in their communities, "because the truth is that on the internet everything is simplified and when you meet people face to face it turns out they are complicated," he said.

"One of things we want to do I think is as we're working with young people to build up platforms for social change," he said. "Make sure that they don't think that just sending out a hashtag in and of itself is bringing about change. It can be a powerful way to raise awareness but then you have to get on the ground and actually do something."

Former US President Barack Obama and Prince Harry attend the Invictus Games 2017 in Toronto, Canada, in September.

Asked how he felt on the day he left office in January this year, Obama described mixed feelings.

"The sense that there was a completion, and that we had done the work in a way that preserved our integrity and left us whole and that we hadn't fundamentally changed, I think was a satisfying feeling," he said.

"That was mixed with all the work that was still undone and concerns about how the country moves forward. But overall there was a serenity there, more than I would have expected."

Obama also paid tribute to former First Lady Michelle Obama, describing her as a "spectacular, funny, warm person" who despite not being politically inclined herself had supported him throughout the process and been "as good of a First Lady as there has ever been."

Asked by Harry what was the biggest change for him after his eight years in office, Obama reflected on a slowed pace of life and the new freedom he had to decide how to focus his activities.

"The things that are important to me haven't changed, I still care about about making the United States and the world a place where kids get an education, where people who are willing to work hard are able to find a job that pays a living wage, that we are conserving the amazing resources of our planet so that future generations can enjoy the beauty of this place like we did," he said.

Obama said he now had to "rely more on persuasion than legislation" but that he enjoyed being able to focus his energies on the causes that mattered most to him.

Recounting what he missed about the presidency, Obama mentioned his team, the rewarding nature and intensity of the work they did -- and being able to travel without getting stuck in traffic.

Royal wedding invitation?

Questioned live on air after the pre-taped interview was broadcast, Prince Harry said the guest list has not yet been put together for his wedding to US actress Meghan Markle next May.

Asked if he got along well enough with the former President to invite him to the event, the Prince laughed off the question.

"Well, I don't know about that," he said. "We haven't put the invites or the guest list together yet so who knows whether he's going to be invited or not. I wouldn't want to ruin that surprise."

In a BBC interview conducted by Britain's Prince Harry, Obama warned that the internet risked reinforcing people's prejudices and leading to a fractured society.

"All of us in leadership have to find ways in which we can recreate a common space on the internet," Obama said. "One of the dangers of the internet is that people can have entirely different realities. They can be cocooned in information that reinforces their current biases," he said.

Obama did not mention US President Donald Trump by name during the interview, which he said was his first since leaving office.

However, Trump's campaign and presidency have been characterized by his outspoken use of Twitter.

This content was originally published here.

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50 YEARS OF GOING TO SHOWS, PT 8: SEEING "MUSIC FROM THE HILLS"

St. Louis's Community Radio station KDHX FM 88.1 has been a musical education--and one I've accessed at extremely close range.  The station started just a little after Sam was born and our landlady's son at the time had a goofy show on Sunday afternoons.  We had already connected with The Focal Point and their musical director's own show by the time Sam figured out his high school's community service project could be to help at that show on community radio.  Next cam Morris Dancing and the admonition to try out international (Balkan, Greek, Eastern European, Israeli, Turkish, Armenian) folk dancing.  

And there was a show for that too: Music From the Hills that approached these glorious musics in both breadth and depth.  It should be a daunting task to fill in for such an informed host, but I do it, bringing curiosity and a seeming ability to ask productive questions of the regular host and his music collection.

But in this music (as well as Scandinavian), there is the virtuosity I live for plus more than enough unusual and exotic to expand my ears.  Fortunately, there are chances to see it live.

It's ultimately dance music, so it works best and most compellingly for dancing.

Even (I mean "even") dancing around Kabile/Bulgarika/the Nikolay Kolev/Donka Koleva ensemble at International Folk Dance Association's weekly gathering in a brightly lit church auxiliary room is stunning.  I know the basic dances well enough to get in the groove and move in the right direction in the middle of the pack to both hear and understand the music better in the usual ways but also feel it in the body in a very special way.  The Kolevs play and sing at the highest levels period full stop but with the full recognition they are a dance band.

Another stunning dance experience was when the Yuri Yunakov Ensemble played a local Bosnian restaurant and locals and folk dancers fed off the musicians' energy and sent much back.  Yunakov is a bear of an alto sax player, reeling off a seeming unending number of variations of uncanny dance rhythms even while smoking a cigarette.  As a saxophonist, his Balkan Wedding Music style incorporates jazz elements and he sure has the chops.  He has lived in New York but hasn't crossed over in that direction though I have seen him video of him on You Tube.  I sat down to watch him play some and would sit enthralled in a jazz club by more than just cigarettes and playing.  But, again, seeing this music in its dance element is powerful.

Focal Point and IFDA brought in Harmonium (I think that's the name of the long time Cleveland band that plays music from the former Yugoslavia, probably Serbian).  I am not quite as fond of this music as that from farther south and east.  I have very little memory of the show except that the bassist that night, Adam Good, stayed with us  His tambura album of Macedonian music is a favorite. 

We saw Good (and Zlatne Uste Brass Band and various combinations of zurna music, directly and on alto saxophone, and klezmer and not enough Bulgarian and and and) at the 2019 Golden Fest in Brooklyn, a couple of miles from Sam's.  He goes most years and Ellen joined him a time or two, but this year we all went for two wonderfully long stretches of dances in the ballroom and perhaps a dozens smaller but not so small rooms.  It was like an academic conference with too many choices and jumping in and out of sessions.  It was overwhelmingly wonderful with so many dancers of varying levels I could schlep along in a way that is not as welcome among dedicated dancers.  But, again, the music stands out and seeing/hearing in person how the magical sounds are made is memorable.  So, impressions.  Zurnas played in tandem so that one player can give the other a rest.  It's not just the lungs needed for the double reed, but the instrument itself is soaked in water.  A band of three alto saxes with drum played those tunes which revealed the stark harmonies and sinuous lines in a way that the sheer exoticism of the original instrument obscures.  I watched Zlatne Uste, a huge brass band, both from the balcony of the ballroom and the floor, as an observer and as a dancer.  As with the zurna contrast, I could see the infectious power of the music in two ways.  There were klezmer bands too and that's always fun.

There would be little snippets of Balkan music from Celtic music, so I saw such tunes from the likes of the House Band and Christian LeMaitre, both with Kornog (whom I saw in Kansas City) and the Celtic Fiddle Festival.  Bruce Molsky even did a rachenitsa arranged for fingerpicked guitar which had to grow out of his time with Mozaik.

But, another part of KDHX's "Music from the Hills" is Nordic musici and that too has crossed the Focal Point stage.

Seeing Fritot (Ale Moller, Lena Willemark, and Per Gundmundson) was stunning and challenging, a bracing north wind.  I spent at least a set and a half just trying to get the pulse.  The harmonies were crystalline, but I'll be damned if I could get the polska rhythtm.  I would watch them bob and sway to the music they were making, but even as I tried to move subtly in my seat it didn't seem right. And then it did, I no longer wobbled and I could ride the bike.  I could fully enjoy this great music.  They came back a second time and Moller toured once with Aly Bain from the Shetland Islands which suggested connections between the two traditions.  

Kaivama is/was a Finnish American couple who got to tour with Arto Jaarvala who is perhaps the premier Finnish fiddler.  The kids were good and Arto was supportive, but he couldn't help but command attention.  By the time I saw them, I not only could ride the Nordic bike, but I could appreciate how this Finnish model with three speeds but racing handlebars was different from the 10 speed with straight handlebars of the Swedish.

More recently, another IFDAer/Focal Point collaboration has led to two wonderful concerts by the Danish duo Gangspil, yet another variation on the Nordic tradition.  It's very much its own--softer in that it is farther south with more English hints--just as Scottish, Irish, Breton, etc are all Celtic and all with wonderful nuances.

Great players, great traditions, wonderful ways to keep getting bigger and bigger ears and find even more shows to go to.

#2019 #Balkan Music #scandinavian music

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Goodbye Cycladic Islands!

There are apparently 6000 islands in Greece 227 inhabited, a lot either uninhabited or too small to be inhabited. The Cyclades islands form a set of 220 islands on the Southern end of Greece in the Aegean sea, and have been my home for the past 30 days

There are some amazing islands in the bunch, and by comparison, I have only seen a few of them.

The people are what makes each island special. The tourist season July - Sept, for alot of them is where they make enough to get them through to the next season. So visiting and spending and enjoying the hospitality is a must. Try to pick up some of the words, like anywhere they appreciate the effort! For some they love to try and teach you (with some hilarious results).

The car / scooter horn is a serious communication tool. Used to say "hello" to a friend or neighbour, to warn oncoming vehicles on a blind corner, to warn pedestrians that you are approaching. If you press them in a  continuous burst this demonstrates your displeasure at the actions of another driver eg..they have parked behind you and gone off to a shop leaving you blocked in. This can also result in alot of arm waving and an exchange of words when said driver finally returns. We had been advised that quite often in this instance the driver of the offending vehicle leaves their number on the dashboard so they can be called back to move their car.. The car horn is also used during weddings, as the wedding cars drive around the island they beep their horns repeatedly, the whole time, in celebration, with other cars invited to join in the celebration. So if you're driving and horns are going off...it could be for any of the above reasons!

Hazard lights are used whenever you are stopping in an undesignated area eg on the one lane roundabout so you can jump out and order and grab a coffee, or the middle of the one lane road to deliver/pick up goods, double parking, etc etc.

Its all good as its all Greek time. Everything is at a wonderful relaxed pace (except for some of the driving on some of the islands .. but alot of that is tourists ). Nothing is rushed.

There is a law that requires you are given a docket clearly detailing the cost of something whenever you order in a cafe/restaurant then sometimes you get another when you have paid.

The food is amazing - I personally have only had a couple of meals on my travels in the islands that were not the greatest, edible but nothing to write home about. Seafood is a must, traditional Greek is important to try as the flavours are amazing.

Asking for help to find out a destination eg for where a bus will stop (from the bus driver..) can often be met with a blank stare and a somewhat short answer.. this is normal so don't be offended! Customer service is different to what you may expect. Universally it is still appreciated when you say thankyou and are polite, so dont take offence just chalk it up to getting the full experience!

Days are long in summer in Europe and the UK - something i had to get used to, with the sun rising in some parts at 430am only to still be setting at 10/11 pm! Late nights and late mornings are the norm, with lunch around 4pm and dinner often being eaten  from 10pm onwards. I personally  could only get to either lunch or dinner with my normal being 2 meals a day (meals are huge in Greece!)

Workplace health and safety is interesting in Greece. So many times you see work being done with none of the fanfare that is normally associated with such work at home! Eg roadwork without the stop slow, workers just doing their thing with large machinery operating nearby, no high vis, interesting footwear choices...I'm in two minds as to whether there are less workplace accidents/injuries as a result or if they need a major input of the WHS required in Australia 😂😂  it all seems to work though and its often a case of what I have coined, " 0 f@cks being given"...

It's not greek driving if you dont have a cigarette in one hand,  frape in the other and are talking on your cellphone...(and theres is no hands free here!!!) And yes thats even the bus drivers who  take us through the windy narrow roads that transverse the mountains - they are often chatting on their phones or having a smoke! Smoking is common, there are some laws that ban it inside businesses  but i found out this is rarely enforced. Instead you can walk into any shop and the staff may be smoking, or alternatively like one of the beach bars in Kini the waitress takes your order while still finishing her ciggie..

There is no alcohol culture like say the UK or Australia. No one seems to drink to excess. The young ones sit in the bars and cafes playing cards or backgammon. They go out clubbing, but it seems never to excess. Its amazed me to watch and been a source of ponderment as to why there us such a difference. Is it upbringing, is it the remoteness of island life, is it the perceived lack of need to be cool? Don't get me wrong these kids look after themselves and follow fashion etc, they just don't seem to need to write themselves off or be OTT in their fashion, tattoos (rare to see them) piercings, etc.

I guess I can compare island kids to mainland kids when I spend the next week in Athens...

I will be back to the islands though! There is more to see and do and I have thoroughly enjoyed my time here relaxing and enjoying the water, the island hospitality and making new friends. This has been my kind of touring. Time. Taking time to connect and really immerse yourself and get a feel for somewhere.

I'm off to Athens on my last ferry ride today. The ferries are awesome and I love the way as huge as they are, they steam into a port and then do a 180 to back up to the dock with their tailgate already coming down and all of us standing in the bowel of the ship with the cars bikes trucks waiting to offload. Its some sort of working chaos, and you'd have to see it to fully appreciate the experience!

After 5 days or so in Athens I'm off on another crazy bus trip through the Balkans. Lucky I love to mix it up a bit otherwise I think I may go crazy after all the relaxation I've just had!!

[verocskakoschsartcorner]

//...Nikos Economopoulos...// Nikos Economopoulos (Νίκος Οικονομόπουλος, Nikos Oikonomopoulos, b.1953) is a Greek photographer known for his photography of the Balkans and of Greece in particular. Born in Kalamata, Economopoulos studied law at university and worked as a journalist. Economopoulos only started taking photographs at 25 when a friend in Italy showed him a book of the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson, which had an impact that was both instant and lasting. Cartier-Bresson "showed me a new way to see things. . . . What I saw in his work was not only geometry and composition, but a kind of ambiguity." Economopoulos recalls that even then he did not start photography for over two years but instead bought photography books. Then he started photography: I never photographed sunrises or made souvenir pictures of my children. For about eight or nine years I photographed at weekends and during my holidays, always in a serious way, working from morning to night. As early as 1984, Economopoulos says, "it bothered me ideologically that Greeks and Turks were enemies", and he visited Turkey to take photographs. "No Greek at that time would go to Turkey on holiday", he writes, and his Greek friends were incredulous; but Economopoulos quickly felt at home in Turkey, where the atmosphere "was exactly the same as when I was a kid in the 1960s." (Much later, he would add that Greece and western Turkey had replaced tavernas with McDonald's, while east Turkey still preserved the values of the past.) In 1988, Economopoulos finished work as a journalist and set off on a two-year photographic survey of Greece and Turkey. Economopoulos was encouraged to join Magnum Photos by the Greek-American photographer Costa Manos, and became an associate member in 1990 and, after his work in Albania, Bulgaria, Romania and the former Yugoslavia, a full member in 1994. His early work won him the 1992 Mother Jones Award for Documentary Photography. In 1993, Frank Viviano, who had first met Economopoulos in Timişoara just after the fall of Nicolae Ceauşescu, wrote that: Economopoulos says his intention is to document the existence of what he calls the "Balkan Man": to knit together the skeins of a collective identity in a region whose historical convulsions have made its name a synonym for implacable differences. It would appear to be a fool's errand. But almost anyone who has crossed the madman's web of frontiers and borders that stretches over the Balkans, from Istanbul to the Italian border, is likely to agree with Economopoulos's premise — and to recognize, in his work, the contradictions that sum up Balkan truth. With support from the Little Brothers of the Poor, in 1994 Economopoulos photographed gypsies in Greece, and in 1995–96 lignite miners and Muslims in Greece. In 1997–98 he concentrated on people living on the "Green Line" separating Northern Cyprus, illegal migration across the Albanian–Greek border, and young people in Tokyo; and for the next two years Albanians fleeing Kosovo. He also worked on a commission from the University of the Aegean on storytelling in the region. Economopoulos was dissatisfied with the assignment in Japan, as he felt unable to communicate with people and was just as estranged after three weeks of work as he had been on his arrival. By contrast, he writes that "I prefer to spend my time in my corner of the world, south Europe and west Asia, where I understand the codes and can make connections." This does not mean that the Balkans are an open book to him: Economopoulos has also written of the paradoxes apparent in Albania; and also across the Balkans, where faces can be sad even in wedding parties. Economopoulos's photography of Turkey won him the 2001 Abdi İpekçi Award for promoting friendship between Turkey and Greece. Painfully aware of the bitterness often encouraged in both Greece and Turkey toward the other, he has written appreciatively of the personal welcome given to him by the Turks that he meets. There are no real differences [between Greeks and Turks]. I love Turkey and I can live there. I can't live in Paris or in London. But Istanbul — I can live there. Economopoulos said in 2001 that he preferred to sleep in his caravan when travelling around the Balkans and Turkey. He did not feel safe in his caravan in the Balkans, but did feel safe in Turkey. Economopoulos's photographs have been published in The Guardian, The Independent, Le Monde, Libération, The New York Times, El País, and Die Zeit. He feels that there is no future in photojournalism. There is a loss of quality in photographs in newspapers, and Robert Capa would not take photographs if he were living today. But he concedes that Abbas and James Nachtwey are among those who disagree. Platon Rivellis writes that: In Economopoulos' photographs, a smile, a tilt of the head, an unusual leap, a look, from being insignificant details from the second level of everyday life are re-evaluated and transformed into major p… https://ift.tt/2lnZnoO

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//...Nikos Economopoulos...// Nikos Economopoulos (Νίκος Οικονομόπουλος, Nikos Oikonomopoulos, b.1953) is a Greek photographer known for his photography of the Balkans and of Greece in particular. Born in Kalamata, Economopoulos studied law at university and worked as a journalist. Economopoulos only started taking photographs at 25 when a friend in Italy showed him a book of the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson, which had an impact that was both instant and lasting. Cartier-Bresson "showed me a new way to see things. . . . What I saw in his work was not only geometry and composition, but a kind of ambiguity." Economopoulos recalls that even then he did not start photography for over two years but instead bought photography books. Then he started photography: I never photographed sunrises or made souvenir pictures of my children. For about eight or nine years I photographed at weekends and during my holidays, always in a serious way, working from morning to night. As early as 1984, Economopoulos says, "it bothered me ideologically that Greeks and Turks were enemies", and he visited Turkey to take photographs. "No Greek at that time would go to Turkey on holiday", he writes, and his Greek friends were incredulous; but Economopoulos quickly felt at home in Turkey, where the atmosphere "was exactly the same as when I was a kid in the 1960s." (Much later, he would add that Greece and western Turkey had replaced tavernas with McDonald's, while east Turkey still preserved the values of the past.) In 1988, Economopoulos finished work as a journalist and set off on a two-year photographic survey of Greece and Turkey. Economopoulos was encouraged to join Magnum Photos by the Greek-American photographer Costa Manos, and became an associate member in 1990 and, after his work in Albania, Bulgaria, Romania and the former Yugoslavia, a full member in 1994. His early work won him the 1992 Mother Jones Award for Documentary Photography. In 1993, Frank Viviano, who had first met Economopoulos in Timişoara just after the fall of Nicolae Ceauşescu, wrote that: Economopoulos says his intention is to document the existence of what he calls the "Balkan Man": to knit together the skeins of a collective identity in a region whose historical convulsions have made its name a synonym for implacable differences. It would appear to be a fool's errand. But almost anyone who has crossed the madman's web of frontiers and borders that stretches over the Balkans, from Istanbul to the Italian border, is likely to agree with Economopoulos's premise — and to recognize, in his work, the contradictions that sum up Balkan truth. With support from the Little Brothers of the Poor, in 1994 Economopoulos photographed gypsies in Greece, and in 1995–96 lignite miners and Muslims in Greece. In 1997–98 he concentrated on people living on the "Green Line" separating Northern Cyprus, illegal migration across the Albanian–Greek border, and young people in Tokyo; and for the next two years Albanians fleeing Kosovo. He also worked on a commission from the University of the Aegean on storytelling in the region. Economopoulos was dissatisfied with the assignment in Japan, as he felt unable to communicate with people and was just as estranged after three weeks of work as he had been on his arrival. By contrast, he writes that "I prefer to spend my time in my corner of the world, south Europe and west Asia, where I understand the codes and can make connections." This does not mean that the Balkans are an open book to him: Economopoulos has also written of the paradoxes apparent in Albania; and also across the Balkans, where faces can be sad even in wedding parties. Economopoulos's photography of Turkey won him the 2001 Abdi İpekçi Award for promoting friendship between Turkey and Greece. Painfully aware of the bitterness often encouraged in both Greece and Turkey toward the other, he has written appreciatively of the personal welcome given to him by the Turks that he meets. There are no real differences [between Greeks and Turks]. I love Turkey and I can live there. I can't live in Paris or in London. But Istanbul — I can live there. Economopoulos said in 2001 that he preferred to sleep in his caravan when travelling around the Balkans and Turkey. He did not feel safe in his caravan in the Balkans, but did feel safe in Turkey. Economopoulos's photographs have been published in The Guardian, The Independent, Le Monde, Libération, The New York Times, El País, and Die Zeit. He feels that there is no future in photojournalism. There is a loss of quality in photographs in newspapers, and Robert Capa would not take photographs if he were living today. But he concedes that Abbas and James Nachtwey are among those who disagree. Platon Rivellis writes that: In Economopoulos' photographs, a smile, a tilt of the head, an unusual leap, a look, from being insignificant details from the second level of everyday life are re-evaluated and transformed into major p… https://ift.tt/2lLvJtJ

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//...Nikos Economopoulos...// Nikos Economopoulos (Νίκος Οικονομόπουλος, Nikos Oikonomopoulos, b.1953) is a Greek photographer known for his photography of the Balkans and of Greece in particular. Born in Kalamata, Economopoulos studied law at university and worked as a journalist. Economopoulos only started taking photographs at 25 when a friend in Italy showed him a book of the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson, which had an impact that was both instant and lasting. Cartier-Bresson "showed me a new way to see things. . . . What I saw in his work was not only geometry and composition, but a kind of ambiguity." Economopoulos recalls that even then he did not start photography for over two years but instead bought photography books. Then he started photography: I never photographed sunrises or made souvenir pictures of my children. For about eight or nine years I photographed at weekends and during my holidays, always in a serious way, working from morning to night. As early as 1984, Economopoulos says, "it bothered me ideologically that Greeks and Turks were enemies", and he visited Turkey to take photographs. "No Greek at that time would go to Turkey on holiday", he writes, and his Greek friends were incredulous; but Economopoulos quickly felt at home in Turkey, where the atmosphere "was exactly the same as when I was a kid in the 1960s." (Much later, he would add that Greece and western Turkey had replaced tavernas with McDonald's, while east Turkey still preserved the values of the past.) In 1988, Economopoulos finished work as a journalist and set off on a two-year photographic survey of Greece and Turkey. Economopoulos was encouraged to join Magnum Photos by the Greek-American photographer Costa Manos, and became an associate member in 1990 and, after his work in Albania, Bulgaria, Romania and the former Yugoslavia, a full member in 1994. His early work won him the 1992 Mother Jones Award for Documentary Photography. In 1993, Frank Viviano, who had first met Economopoulos in Timişoara just after the fall of Nicolae Ceauşescu, wrote that: Economopoulos says his intention is to document the existence of what he calls the "Balkan Man": to knit together the skeins of a collective identity in a region whose historical convulsions have made its name a synonym for implacable differences. It would appear to be a fool's errand. But almost anyone who has crossed the madman's web of frontiers and borders that stretches over the Balkans, from Istanbul to the Italian border, is likely to agree with Economopoulos's premise — and to recognize, in his work, the contradictions that sum up Balkan truth. With support from the Little Brothers of the Poor, in 1994 Economopoulos photographed gypsies in Greece, and in 1995–96 lignite miners and Muslims in Greece. In 1997–98 he concentrated on people living on the "Green Line" separating Northern Cyprus, illegal migration across the Albanian–Greek border, and young people in Tokyo; and for the next two years Albanians fleeing Kosovo. He also worked on a commission from the University of the Aegean on storytelling in the region. Economopoulos was dissatisfied with the assignment in Japan, as he felt unable to communicate with people and was just as estranged after three weeks of work as he had been on his arrival. By contrast, he writes that "I prefer to spend my time in my corner of the world, south Europe and west Asia, where I understand the codes and can make connections." This does not mean that the Balkans are an open book to him: Economopoulos has also written of the paradoxes apparent in Albania; and also across the Balkans, where faces can be sad even in wedding parties. Economopoulos's photography of Turkey won him the 2001 Abdi İpekçi Award for promoting friendship between Turkey and Greece. Painfully aware of the bitterness often encouraged in both Greece and Turkey toward the other, he has written appreciatively of the personal welcome given to him by the Turks that he meets. There are no real differences [between Greeks and Turks]. I love Turkey and I can live there. I can't live in Paris or in London. But Istanbul — I can live there. Economopoulos said in 2001 that he preferred to sleep in his caravan when travelling around the Balkans and Turkey. He did not feel safe in his caravan in the Balkans, but did feel safe in Turkey. Economopoulos's photographs have been published in The Guardian, The Independent, Le Monde, Libération, The New York Times, El País, and Die Zeit. He feels that there is no future in photojournalism. There is a loss of quality in photographs in newspapers, and Robert Capa would not take photographs if he were living today. But he concedes that Abbas and James Nachtwey are among those who disagree. Platon Rivellis writes that: In Economopoulos' photographs, a smile, a tilt of the head, an unusual leap, a look, from being insignificant details from the second level of everyday life are re-evaluated and transformed into major photographic events.

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