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hope-drunk · 1 year

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BITE THE HAND

| you misbehave at an important event with abby, she puts you in your place.

| wc: ~3.7k

| cw: vague plot tbh, abby's a premed major, abby smokes cigarettes, punishment, brat!tamer abby, f!reader, spanking, edging, overstimulation, degradation, oral, fingering, strap usage (all r!recieving), mean!abby, praising, mentions of aftercare but not really a full scene of it, abby gets called mommy, lmk if i'm missing something

Abby’s really pissed off; she’s genuinely infuriated. You were embarrassing her; in front of a lot of people who mattered. Important people, who determined what was going to happen with her future. She brought you to the banquet because she wanted to share this moment with you. She wanted to show you off to her peers and brag that you were supportive, and the best girlfriend that she could ask for, but you weren’t being supportive.

You sit yourself down to sulk; spinning your straw around in your drink. You let out an agitated sigh. It’s boring here. Not only was it boring, Abby hasn’t paid attention to you the entire night. You thought that she was going to show you off, you even bought a new dress for this! But she didn’t seem to pay you any mind.

She seemed really interested in all the other people here though. From your point of view, Abby has spent the whole night bragging to them about her accomplishments. You’ve seen her arm get rubbed in amazement more times than you can count; it didn’t matter to you that they were just being friendly, that was your arm to rub. That was your girlfriend to praise. Every time you tried to insert yourself into conversation, Abby brushed you off. If she was already treating you like you were embarrassing her; you’d do it for real.

Abby walks over to the table you’re sitting at. “Hey, can you get up for me? Want you to meet someone.”

You look up at her. “Oh, now you want to show me off?”

“What are you talking about? Been trying to get you to meet people all night.” She puts a hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down; a signal for you to stand.

“I don’t want to meet anyone.”

She scoffs; puts her pointer and thumb on the bridge of her nose and squeezes. “Please, baby, I really can’t deal with this right now.”

“Fine,” You say, standing and lacing your arm through her’s.

You walk over to an older man in a tux. Abby smiles politely at him.

“Doctor Smith, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend.” She says.

You shake his hand, trying your hardest to act like you want to be there.

“So nice to meet you. You know, you have a rather impressive girlfriend. Miss Anderson is one of the best students I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, she does well to remind me.” You reply. You see Abby give you a look from the corner of your eye. The look isn’t a kind, loving one. The look says be fucking polite.

Luckily for you, the Doctor laughs and pats Abby on the shoulder. “She’s a firecracker, huh!”

“That’s one word for her.” Abby says. Now it’s your turn to shoot her a look, she ignores you, continuing her conversation with the Doctor.

After they talk about the class that Abby is in, he says goodbye to you both, walking away to mingle.

“Come here,” Abby says. Before you can even ask her where, she’s yanking your arm and dragging you behind her.

You feel like a dog being yanked by the leash, her strong arms left no room to shimmy out of her hold; forced to go where she wanted. She pulls you into a family restroom and locks the door.

“Jesus Christ! What is wrong with you? That was embarrassing!” You practically yell at her, placing your hands on your hips.

“Embarrassing? I’m embarrassing you? You’ve been a brat the whole fucking night, sitting there with a goddamn pout on your face.” Abby says back at the same volume. You’re sure if anyone walked by they could hear you, but neither of you seemed to care.

“I’m not being a brat, you’re not paying attention to me.”

“That’s because this isn’t about you. I wanted to bring you here so I could show everyone how supportive you are; how much patience and love you show me even though I am so busy with work, but I guess they don’t get to meet that version of you!” Abby yells at you, clearly frustrated with your attitude and accusations.

You’re rendered silent. You guess you don’t know what you thought this was going to be, maybe you had a different idea of the evening than Abby did. You slowly start to realize that you may be in the wrong; that you may have created some narrative in your head that Abby was ignoring you when really, she was trying to include you.

Abby sees you thinking, “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

Abby stands in shock, but she doesn’t let it show. She turns around and rubs a hand over her face. You’ve never apologized so fast. Usually it took a lot of coaxing to make you realize that you’ve done something wrong, but not this time. “Sorry for what?”

“For– y’know,” you wave your hands around. Saying sorry was one thing, but you know what she really wanted from you; she wanted you to say you were being a brat; that you had been bad and embarrassed her.

“No, I don’t know.”

You whine, “Abby, you do know.”

“Listen, here’s what we’re gonna do; we’re gonna stay for thirty more minutes, and then we’re going to go home, and I’m gonna make you say why you’re sorry, alright?”

Tears well in your eyes. Abby was relentless when it came to punishments. Even if you told her what she wanted to hear after the first ten minutes, there was no stopping her. It’s like she became a completely different person. With how mad she looked, you knew you were in for it tonight. Suddenly, you want to stay at the banquet, afraid of what will happen when you step foot into your joint bedroom.

Abby watches as you fiddle with your hands, and despite how angry she was, she takes a deep breath and walks over to you. She lifts up your chin and plants a kiss to your forehead, reminding you that no matter how much you piss her off, she’ll never stop loving you. She walks out of the bathroom, swinging the door open and extending a hand behind her so that you would grab on. You quickly lace your fingers into her’s and let her pull you out of the small room. The rest of the time you’re there, you try your hardest to stay on your best behavior. This time, it’s harder, because you’re studying your every movement to make sure it won’t piss Abby off more; scared of what the girl would do to you if you kept acting up even after the talk. You do well the rest of the night though, and when Abby says her goodbyes, you cling extra hard to her arm; looking for comfort in the girl who’s about to put you in your place.

When you get into Abby’s car, she pulls her box of cigarettes out of her glove box; grabbing one and lighting it. A familiar pop song is playing on the radio, and there’s wind blowing through Abby’s cracked open window.

She takes a long drag and looks over at you, “You know you can say stop at any time, right?” She exhales the smoke.

“Yeah,” you answer, meekly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

The rest of the drive is silent. Abby finishes her cigarette and lights another one. You wish she would let you smoke one, but every time you ask, she gives you a lecture about how she wishes she never started and how bad they are for you. Since you were already in for a lecture about another thing; you figure it’s best to not ask her for one. She pulls into her spot at the apartment complex. Abby steps out of the car and comes over to your side, opening the door and offering a hand to help you out. You gladly take it; happy to soak up the last bits of nice Abby before she completely turns on you. She walks behind you as you go up the stairs to your door. She uses her key to unlock it, and you both walk in. Abby throws the keys onto the table that sits by the door.

“You know how I want you.” She says. It feels like her voice has already dropped lower.

You nod your head at her and walk into the bedroom, stripping off your dress and undergarments. You bend over the bed. Your legs kick up a few times, a nervous tick that only comes out in this situation. The waiting was brutal. You knew that Abby was in the kitchen preparing a glass of water and making sure the aloe vera gel was in the fridge so that when the punishment ended she’d be ready for aftercare, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in.

You hear Abby’s footsteps come closer and you fix your position; knowing it’ll only be worse if she catches you slacking. Abby sighs and rubs a hand up and down your back, it slowly starts to trail down to your ass.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

“Yes,”

“Tell me why I’m punishing you.”

She grabs a handful of your ass and releases a few times; it distracts you for a moment. She pats it lightly to remind you of the question. “Was a brat, embarrassed you in front of your friends and teachers.”

“That’s right. You just can’t help yourself, can you? Always gotta act up when I need you to be good. The night could’ve gone so much different, huh baby?” Abby moves around the bed and squats down so that she’s face to face with you. She pouts when she sees the tears welling in your lower lash line. “Poor girl, now you gotta be put in your place. Can’t have you doing that again, right?”

You sniffle, “No,”

“No,” she mocks. She takes a deep breath and stands, moving back to where your ass is in the air. “Gonna give you ten, alright?”

“Okay,”

She starts slow, rubbing up and down your ass again. She loves to work you up; loves to get your energy so high that you listen for every shift of her body. It works every time. After a while, you can’t help but become hyper aware of everything that’s happening in the room. Your back arches against your will; Abby’s movements turn you on although that’s not the point of them right now.

She scoffs, and lands the first smack to the right side of your ass. You yelp at the sting. She spanks you twice more on the same cheek before grabbing it harshly. You push your head into the bedsheets, letting your tears make a stain. She moves her hand to the left side, delivering three more hits to even out the punishment. Your tears were falling silently before, but now you can’t help but let out sobs at the pain on your ass.

Abby pulls you up by the hair, forcing you to stop hiding. “You see what bad girls get? They get a spanked ass and no mercy from their mommy.”

“I’m sorry!” You wail.

“You’re gonna be.”

She smacks the spot where your ass meets your thigh on both sides. You’ve always hated when she does this; you couldn’t sit comfortably in a chair for a few days when she hits that spot. She delivers two more hits to each cheek and steps back. She lets you cry for a bit and admires her work. She loves how easy it is to break you. She just has to tell you you’re a bad girl a few times and give you a couple of smacks and you’re apologizing; begging to show her how good you could be. That wasn’t enough for Abby though. She wanted you completely at her mercy. She wanted to turn your brain into mush so that you couldn’t even imagine ever being bad again.

She decides she’s spent enough time looking at your backside and walks back up to you, flipping you over on the bed so that you were looking into her eyes. She doesn’t break eye contact as she shoves a hand down between your bodies, swiping a finger through your folds. You watch her pupils dilate as she realizes how wet you are.

“Seriously, sweetheart?” You don’t say anything in response, you’re not sure if the embarrassment or the fear took over, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to answer her. “You’re disgusting, you know that? Can’t believe you’re getting off on this. ‘Supposed to be a punishment.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

If Abby was good at one thing, it was making you embarrassed. You don’t even care though, because her finger is still running up and down your folds, gently touching your clit every once in a while. You try not to jump at the shock of electricity it sends through you when she touches it because you don’t want her to stop. Unfortunately, she catches on and removes her hand.

“Move up.”

You comply and go to the top of the bed. Abby stays close to you as she makes her way up too. It makes you feel so small; it makes you feel hunted. You sit up on your elbows once you’re at the top of the bed. She smooths her hand over your stomach and glaces down, looking at how your hips twitch every time she moves it lower.

“Want me to touch you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you say, basically a whisper.

“Think you deserve to be touched?”

A frown pulls at your lips, “No,”

She mirrors you and puts on a faux frown, “That’s alright, mommy’ll take care of you.”

Before you know it, Abby’s made a home between your legs and her tongue is diving between your folds. She laps at your cunt like it’s her last meal. You gasp at the sudden sensation and buck your hips, trying to grind on her face. Her nose hits your clit and you feel dizzy. The pleasure is too much. The punishment paired with Abby’s degrading words already had you reeling, and now you felt your headspace start to slip. Your ears feel stuffed with cotton as you whine at the strong girl below you. She licks a particularly sensitive spot and your thighs try to squeeze together, but her shoulders stop you. You put a hand on top of her head, trying to slow her down or reposition her, you weren’t sure at this point.

“Close– I’m close, mommy”

She hums into your cunt, but doesn’t give you permission. You whine, trying to remind her of your predicament while also trying to focus on not coming. You feel like you’re about to fall over the edge. The hand on top of her head is now trying to push her away. You didn’t want to come without permission, but you knew you would if she didn’t stop. Suddenly, Abby’s mouth is off of your cunt. You gasp; legs snapping closed at the ache that’s left behind.

You try your hardest not to say anything about the orgasm slipping away; knowing that Abby hates complaining. She had you believing you would be able to come for a split second. It felt like you could have reached out and grabbed it.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” Abby pants.

You start crying for what feels like the millionth time that night. Abby pushes your legs back open, inserting two thick digits into your weeping hole. You basically scream at the intrusion; sensitive from the ruined orgasm.

“So fucking easy to get you to be my good girl again, isn’t it? Just needed to be put in your place, didn’t you?” Abby says.

You’re not paying attention; head floating away from the amount of pleasure you’re getting from her fingers thrusting in and out of you. Abby grabs your face with her free hand, forcing you to look at her and focus on what she's saying.

“Dumb girl, get you all full and messy and you can’t even talk.”

The cruel words send a wave of arousal through you, and Abby smirks when she feels it.

You feel the knot tighten again, and your brows furrow; your mouth forms an ‘o’. Abby notices, watches you closely; sees how far she can push you before you break. Your mouth closes and you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting hard so that you focus on the pain from that and not your impending orgasm. Right when you feel the wave start to come, Abby pulls her fingers out of you, wiping them on your stomach.

“No!” You shout this time.

Abby doesn’t even entertain you. She moves off the bed and goes to the closet, getting out the box that holds her black strap. As she puts it on, she watches you on the bed. You’re holding your tits for comfort as your legs shake. You have your eyes closed, and you’re taking big, deep breaths. Abby makes sure the strap is secure and walks back over to the bed. You open your eyes when you feel the bed dip down. You’re met with the thick silicone and you can’t help but gulp. Again, Abby watches your reaction. She’s always been a watcher, it’s what gets her turned on. Seeing the effect she has on you; how her words, her hands, her strap mess with your head in their own way. After you’ve been dating this long, she knows exactly how you’ll react to whatever she draws out, but she loves to watch you every time.

“Gonna let mommy fuck you, baby? If you’re really good, I’ll let you come, okay?”

Before she’s even finished the sentence fully you blurt out, “Yeah, gonna let you fuck me.”

Abby laughs, “So desperate,”

She lines up the silicone cock with your hole and presses in gently. You’re already pretty stretched out from her fingers, and you’re certainly wet enough, but she still wants to be a bit gentle. She knows that the strap can sting sometimes; she also knows that you’ve learned your lesson by now. Once her hips meet yours, Abby lets out a grunt. Sometimes she feels like she can feel it; can feel how tight you’re squeezing her and how warm & wet you are. She knows the strap isn’t attached to her; knows that she can’t feel it, but that doesn’t stop her from pretending she can.

“Fuck, so tight, bunny.” She grunts out, edging the strap out before pushing it back in again, setting her pace. “Feels good, yeah?”

“Feels so good, mommy. So good.” You moan out.

Abby rearranges your limbs, putting your legs over her shoulders so she can make sure you really feel it all. You shiver at the new position, when Abby slides out and back in, she hits your g-spot perfectly.

“Oh God,” you say.

Abby loses herself in your cunt. She’s not able to focus on anything other than how wet you are; how the strap thrusts in and out of you. She focuses on how badly she wants to make you come and how the strap has started to rub her clit perfectly. She uses a hand to grab your tit, squeezing it over and over again as she picks up her pace. This is another version of Abby. Long gone is the chivalrous Abby, and even punishment Abby. This Abby wants to make you come over and over again until you’re asking her to stop. She wants to please you until you’re sick of the pleasure.

“Shh, you’re okay. Gonna make you feel so good now. Mommy’s not mad anymore. Just need you to come for me.” Abby says.

Your legs start to shake harder as your orgasm approaches for the third time that night. You feel it come closer and closer, threatening you. You’re scared to ask; not sure if Abby’s still playing games with you.

“Really need–”

Abby cuts you off, “Go ahead, been so good for me.”

Her words allow the wave to crash into you. Your whole body shakes as Abby fucks you through your orgasm. Your head spins as you come back down to the room. Abby’s hips haven’t stopped once.

“Too much– can’t,”

“Yes you can. You can, princess. You’re gonna come with mommy, okay? We’re gonna come together. Take a deep breath for me, there y’go. I’m almost there, just let me– fuck.”

Abby talks you through it, but also talks herself through it. If she knows you’ll come with her, she won’t be able to stop herself. She takes her eyes off of your cunt so she can watch how your face contorts at the overstimulation. She’s ready to tip over the edge and she sees that you are too.

“Come, come now.”

You do as she says. Abby’s hips finally stop, the strap finds its home deep in your cunt, keeping you full while you spin out from your second orgasm of the night.

Abby comes to first, she quietly mutters that she’s taking the strap out of you, knowing that you won’t be able to understand her anyway. You let out a small breath at the removal, and your legs fall down onto the bed. Abby massages your calf, and leans up to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Hi,” you mumble.

Abby smiles at you, “Hi, pretty.”

“Are y’still mad at me?”

“Nah, was never mad; could never be mad at you, sweet girl.”

You smile back at her. She gives your calf one last squeeze before getting off the bed. You whine; asking her where she’s going in your own blissed out way.

“Gonna get you water, okay? Be right back.”

You nod and close your eyes. You shift and feel your ass sting.

“Ow,” you whisper.

Although it does hurt, you’re happy to have a small reminder of Abby left on you.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson x you #abby !#tlou fic

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princesssarisa · 3 months

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Opera on Youtube 4

L'Elisir d'Amore (The Elixir of Love)

Maggio Musicale Fiorentino, 1967 (Carlo Bergonzi, Renata Scotto; conducted by Gianandrea Gavazzeni; no subtitles)

Metropolitan Opera, 1981 (Luciano Pavarotti, Judith Blegen; conducted by Nicola Rescigno; Spanish subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Metropolitan Opera, 1991 (Luciano Pavarotti, Kathleen Battle; conducted by James Levine; English subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Vienna State Opera, 2005 (Rolando Villazón, Anna Netrebko; conducted by Alfred Eschwé; English subtitles)

Theatro da Paz, Brazil, 2013 (Atalla Ayan, Carmen Monarcha; conducted by Emiliano Patarra; Brazilian Portuguese subtitles)

Teatro Manoel, Malta, 2015 (Cliff Zammit Stevens, Shoushik Barsoumian; conducted by Philip Walsh; English subtitles)

Vienna State Opera, 2017 (Dmitry Korchak, Olga Peretyatko; conducted by Marco Armiliato; no subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Ópera de Bellas Artes, Mexico City, 2017 (Ramón Vargas, Olivia Gorra; conducted by Guido Maria Guida; Spanish subtitles)

Vienna State Opera, 2018 (Benjamin Bernheim, Andrea Carroll; conducted by Frédéric Chaslin; no subtitles)

San Francisco Opera, 2023 (Pene Pati, Slávka Zámečníková; conducted by Ramón Tebar; English subtitles)

Hänsel & Gretel

Vittorio Cottafavi studio film, 1957 (Fiorenza Cossotto, Jan Poleri; conducted by Nino Sanzogno; sung in Italian with Italian subtitles)

August Everding studio film, 1981 (Brigitte Fassbaender, Edita Gruberova; conducted by Georg Solti; English subtitles)

Leipzig Opera, 1981 (Annelott Damm, Steffi Ullmann; conducted by Horst Gurgel; no subtitles)

Julliard Opera Center, 1997 (Jennifer Marquette, Sari Gruber; conducted by Randall Behr; English subtitles)

Opera Australia, 1992 (Suzanne Johnston, Christine Douglas; conducted by Johannes Fritzsch; sung in English)

Vienna State Opera, 2015 (Daniel Sindram, Ileana Tonca; conducted by Christian Thielmann; English subtitles)

Pacific Northwest Opera, 2015 (Sylvia Szadovszki, Ksenia Popova; conducted by Clinton Smith; sung in English with English subtitles)

Scottish Opera, 2020 (Kitty Whately, Rhian Lois; conducted by David Parry; sung in English with English subtitles)

Eklund Opera Program, 2020 (Christine Lee, Anna Whiteway; conducted by Nicholas Carthy; sung in English with English subtitles)

Amarillo Opera, 2021 (Sarah Beckham-Turner, Patricia Westley; conducted by Carolyn Watson; English subtitles)

Turandot

Mario Lanfranchi studio film, 1958 (Lucilla Udovick, Franco Corelli; conducted by Fernando Previtali; English subtitles)

Vienna State Opera, 1983 (Eva Marton, José Carreras; conducted by Lorin Maazel; no subtitles)

Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, 1986 (Gwyneth Jones, Franco Bonisolli; conducted by Jacques Delacote; English subtitles)

Forbidden City, Beijing, 1998 (Giovanna Casolla, Sergej Larin; conducted by Zubin Mehta; no subtitles)

Teatro alla Scala; 2001 (Alessandra Marc, Nicola Martinucci; conducted by Georges Prêtre; French subtitles)

Gran Teatre del Liceu, 2009 (Anna Shafajinskaia, Fabio Armiliato; conducted by Giuliano Carella; English subtitles)

Chorégies d'Orange 2012 (Lise Lindstrom, Roberto Alagna; conducted by Michel Plasson; French subtitles)

Wichita Grand Opera, 2015 (Zvetelina Vassileva, Ricardo Tamura; conducted by Martin Mazik; no subtitles)

Teatro de Bellas Artes, Mexico City, 2017 (Gabriela Georgieva, Carlos Galván; conducted by Enrique Patrón de Rueda; Spanish subtitles)

Opera Hong Kong, 2018 (Oksana Dyka, Alfred Kim; conducted by Paolo Olmi; English subtitles)

Eugene Onegin

Prince Regent Theatre, Munich, 1965 (Hermann Prey, Ingeborg Bremert; conducted by Joseph Keilberth; sung in German; no subtitles)

Paris Opera, 1982 (Benjamin Luxon, Galina Vishnevskaya; conducted by Mstislav Rostropovich; French subtitles)

Kirov Opera, 1984 (Sergei Leiferkus, Tatiana Novikova; conducted by Yuri Temirkanov; English subtitles)

Chicago Lyric Opera, 1985 (Wolfgang Brendel, Mirella Freni; conducted by Bruno Bartoletti; Spanish subtitles)

Petr Weigl film, 1988 (Michal Docolomanský dubbed by Bernd Weikl, Magda Vásáryová dubbed by Teresa Kubiak; conducted by Georg Solti; English subtitles)

Festspielhaus Baden-Baden, 1998 (Vladimir Glushchak, Orla Boylan; conducted by Gennadi Rozhdestvensky; English subtitles) – Act I, Act II, Act III

Palau de les Arts Reina Sofia, Valencia, 2011 (Artur Rucinski, Kristine Opolais; conducted by Omer Meir Wellber; no subtitles) – Part I, Part II

Teatro Comunale di Bologna, 2014 (Artur Rucinski, Amanda Echalaz; conducted by Aziz Shokhakimov; English subtitles)

Mariinsky Theatre, 2015 (Andrei Bondarenko, Yekaterina Goncharova; conducted by Valery Gergiev; French subtitles)

Livermore Valley Opera, 2019 (Morgan Smith, Antonina Chehovska; conducted by Alex Katsman; English subtitles)

#opera #complete performances #youtube #l'elisir d'amore #the elixer of love #hänsel und gretel #hansel and gretel #turandot #eugene onegin #gaetano donizetti #engelbert humperdinck #giacomo puccini #pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

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kameonerd566 · 8 months

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went to the thrift sore today and found a 45" of Pati Smith's Because the Night and my gay pirate vintage loving heart is exploding rn

#BECAUSE THE NIGHT BELONGS TO LOVERS #im vibing so hard rn #:')#<3 #I cannot wait until thursday omg

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deadassdiaspore · 2 years

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Matthew J. Smith, Ph.D. Smith se Konferansye Senior nan Depatman Istwa ak Akeyoloji nan University of the West Indies nan Mona, Jamayik. Li se otè Red and Black in Haiti: Radicalism, Conflict, and Political Change, 1934-1957 (2009). " Nan plizyè fason, Ayiti te antre nan epòk politik modèn li a ak Revolisyon 1946 la. Konfli koulè ak klas nan peyi a te vin pi apwofondi anba lidèchip Elie Lescot, ki te pran plas Prezidan Sténio Vincent an 1941. Lescot te dirije ak yon men fèm e tankou Vincent te konte anpil. Garde d'Haïti (ansyen jandamri a) pou l te kenbe dominasyon l, men li pa t kapab kenbe enpilsyon radikal yo te deklannche nan viktwa fòs alye yo an 1945. Jèn maksis ann Ayiti te enspirasyon anpil nan Revolisyon Ris la, Gè Sivil Panyòl, maksis fransè yo, André Breton ak mouvman sirealis la ak jenerasyon kominis ayisyen anvan yo, sitou powèt maksis la selebre Jacques Roumain, ki gen renome ak lejand te grandi apre lanmò toudenkou li an 1944.

Defi revolisyonè nan pwennvi yo, etidyan maksis sa yo, ki gen ladann ekriven don Jacques Stephen Alexis, René Depestre, ak Gérald Bloncourt, te non sèlman ajite pa elit abi pouvwa politik, men tou, entèferans nan peyi Etazini nan politik ak ekonomi Ayiti. pandan GMII. Nan edisyon Nouvèl Ane 1946 nan ògàn yo La Ruche, yo te mande pou yon reoryantasyon dramatik nan politik ayisyen an ak yon fen nan diktati an Ayiti. Fèmti fòse Lescot nan laprès te pouse yon pwotestasyon etidyan an mas ki te dirije pa manm kolektif La Ruche. Nan kèk jou, manifestasyon etidyan an te vin tounen yon gwo grèv nan tout peyi a. Yon Lescot dekouraje te oblije demisyone.

Apre "Revolisyon 1946" Ayiti te fè eksperyans yon peryòd gwo aktivite radikal. Pou la pwemye fwa nan listwa peyi a, te gen yon rafal jounal radikal ak plizyè douzèn pati politik ki te fòme, ki gen ladan plizyè enpòtan pati gòch. Pami yo te gen yon Parti Communiste Haïtien (PCH) ak Parti Socialiste Populaire (PSP) ki te reviv. PSP a te dirije pa ansyen alye Roumain e li te gen pi fò koneksyon ak gwoup maksis nan Kiba, Repiblik Dominikèn, ak Etazini.

Men, se gwoup noiriste yo ki te gen pi gwo enfliyans an 1946. Radikalis noiriste te dwe anpil nan ekspansyon konsyans nwa nan ane karant yo ak devlopman an reta nan yon mouvman travayè an 1946. Figi dirijan nan mouvman travayè a ak nan mouvman travayè a. epòk pre-Duvalier te san dout Daniel Fignolé. Fignolé se te yon jèn pwofesè matematik ak ekriven ki te soti nan yon orijin riral pòv, li te yon oratè ki te gen yon don ekstraòdinè ak yon apeti fenomenn nan mitan majorite vil yo nan Pòtoprens. Aparisyon Fignolé sou sèn politik la an 1946 te atribiye a abilite inik li pou pwofite enkyetid majorite ayisyen yo nan diskou dramatik ki te bay an kreyòl.

Ekriven Noiriste yo te konsidere Fignolé kòm yon egzanp sou espwa yo ak gwo swiv li te wè l kòm yon sovè anba dominasyon politik boujwazi a. Pati Fignolé a, Mouvement Ouvrier et Paysan (MOP) te fòme an 1946 e li te vin pi gwo òganizasyon travayè nan listwa Ayiti. Malgre mayetis Fignolé a, ak ajanda radikal maksis yo, Etazini ak Garde d'Haïti, te rete pi gwo pouvwa an 1946. Sou direksyon Garde yo te òganize eleksyon 16 out e sa te lakòz viktwa. Dumarsais Estimé, yon depite nan Verettes ak senpati noiriste. Administrasyon katran Estimé a te pwouve se youn nan pi pwogresis nan ventyèm syèk la." " Gérald Bloncourt, Jacques Stephen Alexis, ak René Depestre, ak zanmi. Nan Unité, vol. 2, no 9" Sous : http://islandluminous.fiu.edu/part09-slide14.html http://www.dloc.com/UF00072338/00011

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Talking Heads Live Again!

Wrote a couple words about Talking Heads. One of my favorite bands.

In the mid-seventies, a three-person band that went by the name, “Talking Heads” emerged out of the bowels of NYC. They were young, spry. They were informed by the polyglot, underground music scene of Manhattan. Post-punk was in, as was New Wave. The shepherds of this new fertile new moment—Pati Smith, New York Dolls, The Ramones—gave way to their immediate understudies. Bands like Television,…

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netalkolemedia · 2 years

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Paska, yon vizyon pou reprezante Ayiti nan tout peyi nan mond lan

Malgre reyalite Ayiti ap konnen depi kèk tan, gen anpil ayisyen ki toujou rete atache ak peyi an e kontinye renmen l. Paska, yon jèn atis nan endistri mizik ayisyen an, pataje rèv li ki se reprezante Ayiti, atravè mizik, tout kote nan mond lan. Nan emisyon “Koze Urbain” ki òganize sou platfòm Netalkole Media, Pascalin Mareck Smith moun plis konnen sou non Paska, prezante yon pati nan sa li…

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booksformks · 2 years

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Picture Book Review: Rooftop Garden

Rooftop Gardenby Danna Smith (Author), Pati Aguilera (Illustrator) 5 out of 5 stars A group of neighbors decide to plant a rooftop garden. They plant the seeds, water them, and weed. They encourage pollinators like butterflies and bees, but they gently remove the pesky bugs and snails. Finally they can harvest their crop of vegetables and have a big feast! I liked the illustrations, and I…

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#fire #marge simpson #paty bouvier #selma bouvier #trashy #los simpson #the smiths #aesthetic #aestheitcs #my gifs #my art

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ataraxis-metanoia · 3 years

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What is the heart but a small hand of agonies?

-Pati Smith, From to his daughter

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painted-piggy-ships-archive · 3 years

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Michael Myers x Thorn Oswin Loomis

Word Count: 691

Tag List: @heavenshipped @the-schizotypal-cryptid @fangedwife @cherry-bomb-ships @ghostlyvenus-selfships

Summary: When Michael met Thorn. Idk what’s going on with my writing right now so this might be formatted weirdly.

Warnings: Murder mention, hospital setting.

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Wow. He’s tall. It was the first time Thorn had really noticed Michael among the other inmates… after all, he usually kept his head down and his tongue swallowed. Now that he had happened to lift his eyes and rested them upon someone unique, he couldn’t exactly look away. Until Michael turned his head and they made accidental eye contact. Thorn’s gaze quickly shot back toward the floor and they began nervously fidgeting with their gown.

When they dared to lift their head again, Michael had looked away. They took a breath and went to the opposite side of the common room to grab a pad of paper and some crayons, sitting on the floor to sketch. It wasn’t long before a shadow loomed over them, but they paid it no mind until the shadow became someone sitting across from them, one leg drawn in, the other kicked out to the side. Thorn looked up. The tall, faraway guy. Now the tall, very close guy.

Thorn squeaked and pushed back against the wall slightly, staring at Michael’s face. He couldn’t be much older than themself… he was very handsome, and had fluffy, brown hair that curled around his jaw. His eyes were like the deepest pool Thorn had ever looked into, but this time, neither made eye contact. Michael’s eyes were unfocused and hooded, and his overall expression was blank. The rest of his face was made up of glacier-like cheekbones, an Achillean nose, and rosy, heart-shaped lips.

“Wait… I recognize you.” Thorn uttered softly, thinking aloud. That Myers boy… my dad’s patient. Michael made no indication of interest toward Thorn’s quiet statement. They relaxed slightly and went back to focusing on their drawing, finding it easy to ignore Michael’s presence… he was even quieter than they were, which was saying something, in Thorn’s opinion. Without Thorn’s attention on him, Michael refocused his eyes on their drawing, watching the crayons glide over the paper, the textured lines they left. Like a cat purposefully watching a mouse toddle along, unperturbed.

After some time, Thorn began to draw Michael. He was so still and right there, how could they resist? They showed him when they were done, and he made the effort to stare at it, but showed no indication of approval or disapproval. He stood and walked away while Thorn put away the supplies. Strange fellow. Tch, what am I saying, everybody here is strange.

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The next day, they ate lunch together, or maybe better described as side-by-side. At the farthest end of one table, with other patients avoiding both of them, Michael and Thorn shared a special bubble.

After lunch, they did slow laps around the building, supervised by a nurse, and after that they sat down at a chess table. Neither bothered to read the rules printed on the inside of the piece box, they simply set up their sides and silently engaged, treating the pieces more like action figures than anything else. This little arrangement went on for years under Dr. Samuel Loomis’, Thorn’s father and Michael’s doctor, nose… up until about two or three years before Michael’s daring escape.

Michael had grown hellishly in that time; Thorn often joked about what Smith’s Grove was feeding him, though it was all the same for patients who didn’t have known allergies. At the age of 18, he had grown to be 6-foot-7 and weighed 280 lbs. Of course, he had gym privileges, and used that to his advantage… though he only entered the gym when very few- if any at all -fellow patients were there.

Thorn on the other hand didn’t change much, though he began to finally talk a little more than he used to, even when his only companion didn’t speak at all.

The idea of Michael and Thorn being close made Loomis incredibly uneasy. He completely believed Michael was the physical definition of evil, and that he had plans. Thorn had been admitted due to the murder of their mother, committed by themself. They did not need to be influenced by Michael, who surely had a bloodlust that garnered a mighty appetite over these past 12 years.

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